Thread:Trevor7626/@comment-25512318-20180906002658

(Followed by a gasp as lines of this same radiance begin making their way up Celestia’s form, jagged as though following cracks in the stone. Once they reach her horn, both it and her eyes glow a sunny yellow and a beam of power erupts from the tip, aimed toward the center. The same happens for her sister and Cadence, the former’s horn/eyes/beam blue-violet and the latter’s blue-green. Twilight strains against the broken lines that are snaking up her legs, but in vain; magenta energy pours from her horn as her eyes blaze white.)

Twilight:​ No!

(The Storm King laughs in mad triumph and holds the Staff planted upright, the four streams of magic surging into the crystal at its upper end.)

Storm King:​ Check out the light show!

(Cut to a long shot of Canterlot Castle, the camera tilting up slowly past the rooftops of the surrounding houses. Tendrils of power wind across the buildings, the plaza on which the Festival was to be held, the royal residence itself. In the throne room, the siphoning ends along with the “light show” and he yanks the Staff free of its anchor point; the crystal now glows a crackling blue-white.)

Storm King:​ Wow! (chuckling softly) Wow.

(The light fades from Twilight’s eyes and she crumples onto her belly, sobbing softly.)

Storm King:​ Let’s get this storm started! (to himself) Ooh, hey, that’s good. I should trademark that.

(A casual flick of the Staff causes the crystal to snap and pop anew; cut to a long shot of the throne room balcony. A blast tears out through the sun doorway, reducing it and the surrounding masonry to a shower of very tiny pieces; among them is Twilight, who slams down onto the balcony amid the remains of her cage. The Storm King steps out.) 