".. I found an old book called under the library with a bunch of exciting new spells that I'd never seen before! I wanted to try a few of them but everyone has been busy lately, and Spike.. well.. he is a little superstitious of old magic after all that Poison Joke." Twilight explained, pausing to polish off her own wheatjuice before magically discarding the cup and turning, guiding you over to a table covered in a sprawl of parchment and papers.
"You see it works to increase a pony's mass by increasing their..." she begins to explain, although being neither a magic user nor experimental magic buff, you feel your eyes quickly wandering to the table behind her. Various equations, symbols, scribbles sprawl along it perking your interest, even if you can hardly make sense of them. In the center of it all is an old tome propped up like the apex of some shrine, with it's worn, yellowed pages displaying a wealth of knowledge and diagrams in a language you have never seen. The creepiness of it however, does not effect Twilight at all - and her infectious enthusiam soon takes root in you as well.
"And that is how it works! - so what do you say?" Twilight smiles hopefully.
"Sure! I'm really curious to see if it works!" You nod,
"Excellent! Follow me!" Twilight leads you downstairs to the root-roofed cellar of the library where she has various pieces of machinery and equipment stowed away. The distant whoosh and hum of a few instruments making you all the more curious as to their purpose. You make a note to ask the unicorn about them later, when Twilight reveals the real spectacle ; a great circle drawn with blue chalk, sporting a pony-sized center and various symbols reminscent of star-signs and constellations around it. A few dragon footprints are the only thing that mar it - obscuring a line or two from Spike's flight. It must have taken ages to draw.
"Just stand here," Twilight indicates with her horn, as you cautiously trot there, careful not to step on any lines as you look up,
"Alright! Now just stay still for me.." she nods, stepping back and focusing; her horn glowing a radiant display of purples and violets, and the circle does as well, crackling with energy as you swallow nervously. Although before you can voice any concerns, there is a sudden flash and surge of magic that fills you and -
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