RhythmicEssence

"Like dominoes, Tia. Cute, amusing dominoes." Though the voice taunting her from behind danced in Celestia's head like a bad migraine, the pony princess stood tall and firm, gazing out the shattered remains of a palace window. The gaping hole in the once beautifully painted glass now opened up a view to the streets of Canterlot below. Screams of horror and confusion traveled through the air in shrill tones as the once stuck-up noble ponies of the city ran for their lives, pursued by animated objects of various sizes. "It wasn't hard," the spirit of chaos reflected, completely unperturbed by the anarchy outside, and floating about in the air