My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic Shining Armor の小説・ストーリー

But unlike him, I had friends and love by my side, to guide me and always remind me of what was right. 'Always by your side.' I heard Victor's voice in my mind and smiled. I opened my eyes and turned my face so that I could look at my beloved. The crown on his head is complete, and he is wearing his metallic red armor, which seems to be made of lava and you can see reddish and orange glow as if it were metal being forged. My armor has a golden hue, mixed with touches of red, black, and white. We don't usually wear armor in battle, but this is special because it's made to resist magic. With Ayla's skill, I know for sure that these armors have become even more powerful.

At his side was a scythe, its curved edge wicked sharp. As stunning as Amora and Nyssa were, they were breathtaking when covered in armor. Amora’s was rose gold, the same pink hue as her cheeks, while Nyssa’s resembled a pearl, the material almost iridescent. The wolves that had joined us for the fight watched in awe as I dropped my glamour, my clothes morphing into armor a shimmering silver. While I wasn’t very skilled at using the thing, a sword hung at my hip. My skin was lit with an inner glow that turned my hair into a mess of writhing blue flames. I could feel my power pulsing within my eyes, illuminating the dark for all to see.

He stands before the cave's entrance, ready to face the guardian with the support of his loyal friends. Inside the cavern, they encounter the phoenix, its feathers ablaze with brilliant hues of orange and gold. It unleashes waves of searing flames, testing their agility and teamwork. Amelia uses her magic to create protective barriers, while Aphelion swifts through the air, striking with calculated precision. Fenrir taps into the power of the Moonstone, using its energy to enhance his strength and agility.

Boom. A cloud of crimson mist and dissipating shadow where he’d stood. The force of the backlash knocked me back a step, a wave of profound weakness washing over me. The magnificent armor shimmered, then unlatched itself from my body, hanging in the air before me like a ghost before I willed it back into my inventory.

“You won’t. You control the magic. Not the other way around. Trust yourself.” So I nodded, drawing a deep breath. Raised my hands again, feeling the familiar hum of the ancient runes on my forearms. And let it flow. This time, a dome of shimmering light bloomed around me, expanding outwards from my core. It was a barrier, semi-transparent but undeniably impenetrable, a protective shell woven from pure, unadulterated moonlight. I could feel it locking around me like an ancient womb, a shield that hummed with quiet, resilient power. When Alaric, ever the eager participant, hurled a ball of raw kinetic force at me to test it, it bounced back like a rubber ball, dissipating harmlessly before it

It shrieked and threw him off, slamming him into a tree. I didn’t hesitate. I ran. As I sprinted toward the fight, something shifted. Like I’d stepped through a current of invisible magic. I felt it—her. Aurelia’s power, surging, raw, and wild. And suddenly, I wasn’t just feeling it. I was pulling from it. Like she was the well, and I was the blade. Armor burst into life around me, sculpted from translucent ice and laced with glowing silver energy. Gauntlets. Chestplate. Greaves. A long cloak that shimmered like frostbite under the moon. In my hand formed a sword—pure elemental force, jagged and beautiful.

Pru grinned. One by one, they pressed their palms to the parchment. The paper hummed under their touch, absorbing their magic like ink. Freda went first, carving her name in elegant, looping script. Pru followed, her letters sharp and angular. Rita hesitated, then wrote hers with a flourish, the parchment warming beneath her fingers. Freda picked up the dagger. "Blood seals the bond. No going back after this." "No going back," Pru agreed. Rita held out her hand. "Do it."

“Magic thrives on intention. If your mind drifts, the shield will falter.” She dipped her head in acknowledgment. Closing her eyes, she called on Asena. The wolf’s reassuring growl of support rumbled in her mind, and she exhaled, letting her resolve solidify. This time, the shield that appeared felt less forced. She opened her eyes to see it gleaming more steadily, shimmering before her like a protective veil. Eamon nodded with satisfaction, tapping it gently with the wooden staff. It held firm.

- I… But Felix didn’t have time to finish. A sharp blade whizzed past his head. The young man turned around, dodging another attack at the last moment. Jumping back, Felix stared at his armor - the wonderful gift was almost weightless and did not hinder movement. It seems that the armor made him faster, more agile and stronger, which Tristan managed to feel on himself. The paladin glared at his attacker. The sight of William left Felix speechless. The man recoiled, moving away from the black blade. The brunette's flaming eyes evoked both fear and admiration. Hellfire illuminated William from behind, outlining the young man’s outline with yellow highlights. Strands of hair flew up on currents