King of the Caribbean - Voodoo Child (Zecora, unfinished)

>Be Anon
>Regular student at Canterlot High School
>Or at least you were, until a few days ago

>You were walking down one of CHS's many hallways, on your way to the science block
>Although, on this particular hallway, you have to make sure to be extra quiet
>Because Principal Celestia's office resided in this hallway
>You tip toe quietly past the door, only to be called back by a stern voice

"Anonymous, can you come back here for a moment."
>You skulk back to her door, coming to a rest in front of your principal

"Anonymous, a student has just brought this crown to my office;"
>Shit bitch, I ain't knowin' 'bout no stinkin' crown

"And it must be handed into Vice Principal Luna's office for safe keeping. However, my busy schedule keeps me from delivering it personally. Would you kindly take it to her for me?"
>She ends with a question
>Like you even had a choice

"Of course, miss."
>Principle Celestia places the crown in your hands, and retreats into her office
>You start off down the hall again, adjusting your course for Luna's office instead of the science block
>However, as you are walking, you notice something off about the crown
>It feels... odd
>Warm to the touch
>And you feel a distinct pulse flow through it
>Almost as if it was alive
>You shrug it off, putting it down to your aching limbs after the previous period's PE lesson
>However, the closer you get to Luna's office, the heavier the pulse becomes
>You feel something else too
>A longing, deep in your subconscious
>It feels like the crown is calling to you
>Begging to be worn
>You round a corner, and find yourself in the hallway of Vice Principal Luna
>You stop abruptly, and realise how fast you'd been walking
>And how much you'd been sweating
>You look at the crown, it's delicate golden frame, and a beautiful purple gem embedded into it
>The call becomes too much to bear, and you duck back behind the corner
>You raise the crown above your head, and drop it down

>The moment the crown touches your scalp, a searing burn envelopes your body
>You try to scream, but your mouth is paralysed by pain
>Falling to the floor in agony, you desperately try to pry the crown from your skull
>It's fucken stuck
>As your vision begins to fade, you see something step out of the cloudy darkness
>In too much pain to make it out, you instead close your eyes
>The last thing you hear is a gentle clang as the crown tumbles off your head

>You finally awaken after god knows how long, only to find that you've been wrapped up in something
>It feels like plastic, and you struggle and kick, trying to tear your way out
>The sound of panicked voices can be heard through the bag, and in no time the bag has been unzipped and you pulled out, gasping for air
>You look at your surroundings, shielding your eyes from the glare of the sun
>You're on a stretcher, which was half way from the front door of the school to an awaiting ambulance
>In a body bag
>Questions fly through your mind, each vying to be the first asked, but eventually one fights it's way out your mouth

"What happened?"
>You ask no one in particular, but Vice Principal Luna has raced forward and is standing by the stretcher

"I heard some type of commotion outside of my office, and when I went to see what was going on, you were lying on the ground with the crown in your hand. I called the paramedics, but you were..."
>Her voice falters, and she truggles to regain her composure

"You were announced dead at the scene."
>Your body goes numb at her words, and the paramedics continue to wheel you into the ambulance
>They take you to the hospital, where the doctors run a multitude of tests on you
>You're held there for just over 2 months, when the doctors decide that you're ready to return to your life
no pun intended
>Arriving at the gates for the first time in forever, you're sure that nothing will have changed
>Unfortunately, you're completely wrong

>As soon as you step through the front door, the usually cheery and loud foyer of CHS is replaced by complete silence
>Students whisper to each other as you pass, and you draw weird looks wherever you go
>All your old friends make up lame excuses when you want to hang out
>Even the pink girl is nervous in your presence
>The bell rings, and everyone leaves to go to home room
>You prepare to go to, but are stopped by a hand on your shoulder
>You turn around, and find yourself face to face with Zecora, that weird foreign girl who never spoke to anyone

"Come with me, young Voodoo Child. These powers in you are not mild."
>Did she just fucken rhyme?

"What?"
>Without another word, she pulls you away, pushing through the front door and leading you down the street
>So you've been kidnapped by a rhyming African girl
>Good job, Anon
>Eventually, you leave the city behind and find yourself on a road underneath a canopy of trees
>She leads you to a driveway, pushing through the rusty gate and into the overgrown front yard

"So, uh, this your house?"
>Of course not, Anon
>She's just led you to some strangers yard for shit's and giggles

"Yes, welcome to my humble abode. A modest home, and I cannot goad."
>There she goes again with the rhyming
>She beckons you inside, and you notice that the house is empty
>The inside is dark, and decorated with things of obvious african origin
>But before you can fully admire the décor, she pushes you out the back door and into the backyard
>You dodge around weeds, and Zecora takes you to what looks like a large garden shed
>She opens the door, and inside you can see all manner of things
>Tiki masks and coloured hanging bottles dominate the walls and ceiling, and in the centre lies a massive bubbling cauldron

"OK, Zecora, it was great of you to show me all of... this. But to be honest, I have no idea why I even followed you've taken me here, or why I followed you, but I'm gonna try and get back to school before I'm missed."

>You turn around, walking through the doorway
>But a black and white hand grabs your shoulder and pulls you in

"I understand that you find this hard to believe, but you've got magic in your blood, and you mustn't leave."
>So she is going to speak exclusively in rhymes
>Well, two can play at that game

"So, you expect me to believe that I've somehow become magical, and it's just that simple?"
>That was terrible, Anon
>Apparently, Zecora thinks this too, and her face adopts a thoroughly unimpressed expression
>No more rhyming

"You cannot do much as you currently are, but you've got the Voodoo in you, friend, and I can see it, as bright as a star."
>She makes it seem so simple
>You watch on as she searches around the shed, taking many different plants and herbs and pouring them into the cauldron
>She grabs a large stick, and begins stirring the brew, while chanting quietly

"Sjoe ek kan nie glo dat jy eintlik vertaal hierdie bundel."
>She repeats this a few times, and stops both chanting and stirring
>You notice the room has gotten darker
>You also notice that the cauldron is now smoking, releasing clouds of steam, each tinted a vibrant colour
>Suddenly, the colours are swept back into the pot, and within seconds, a large geyser of steam explodes out, hitting the roof
>It then swerves downwards, heading towards you
>It fills your nose and mouth, attempting to fill your body with itself
>You see Zecora scoop a bottle into the cauldron, and she rushes over to you

"Quickly now, drink this brew, lest all the life be lost from you!"
>That's scary
>She forces your mouth open, and pours the contents of the bottle into your mouth
>It's tastes just like you'd expect a liquid made from a bunch of different plants and brewed in a rusty pot in a ramshackle old shed to taste
>Like shit
>You attempt to spit it out, but Zecora holds your mouth closed
>Grimacing, you swallow the liquid
>Immediately, colours burst in front of your eyes, and you lose consciousness