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I had just woken up, and stand before the mirror in my wardrobe; about to pick the clothes I intend to wear for the day, once I am dressing up.
My room is quiet, just as I hear nothing out of the ordinary, until there are noises of stumbling from a few feet behind my mirror.
“What is going on?” I ponder; “What could he possibly be stumbling over in his room, right now?” I exclaim.
The only problem is, that it does not sound as if a boy is walking on the floor; this is starting to sound more and more as if it had been a filly, in his room.
“Okay, I am imagining this!” I ponder, hoping that I am in fact correct.
All of a sudden, everything is still and quiet; sort of the strangest sound I ever heard. If only I had known, this is when my brother fell through his mirror.
I notice a strange, deep purple glow, in the corner of my eye; from where my Twilight Sparkle is standing, on the luxurious, luscious grass I planted for her.
“Twilight loves her books!” I ponder.
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I make an effort, of borrowing the most interesting scientific and adventure books I could find in our local library. I had gone as far, as to make special inquiries; in the hopes of finding the books I had been imagining Twilight would enjoy reading. It is the kind of thing, one does for one’s household deity. At least, it is my image; of what one is supposed to do for her.
When I crack the book open the next day, I notice the odd markings in each book. Had I done these in my sleep, or were these books marked before I had gotten my hands upon them? I do not know, I have no way of knowing. The real scare, is the strange glow I sometimes notice, just as I open the book. Sometimes, I imagine I see a faint purple glow, but think nothing of it. Maybe I should have?
I imagine, I could ask her for personal favours in the future; assuming she is pleased with my offerings, and I maintain a close relation with her. At least, it is how I had imagined what I had been told. Back then, I chose Twilight Sparkle; because she is the deity I felt closer to, the one I feel the warmest affinity towards.
I never asked anything of her, but I am still saying my prayers each night. I invest in the closeness of her friendship.
Sometimes; I actually do read the books I had borrowed and brought home, for her. Sometimes, but not always. Should I read these books, or should I leave them be?
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I have the impression, a feeling of being watched. My household deity; Twilight Sparkle is looking at me, from behind the surface of the mirror, winking at me. The next moment, there is a momentary purple glow on the surface of the mirror; almost as if the event horizon blinks, like an eye.
From behind, I see a filly trotting up to the mirror and raises to her hind hooves. She is standing before me, looking at me. She mirrors my every move, like a perfect mirror image. Why not? Aside from the fact, that she is purple.
I giggle at the absurdity of it all; before I realize what is actually happening, right before my very eyes.
Curious, I step forwards, towards the mirror. I feel a strange pull. Taking another step, and another and another. I am as nude, as the image in the mirror before me.
I smile at the filly before me, right before it hits home; the filly in the mirror, is me.
Just as my brother, I am starting to lose my balance, as I am slowly becoming the filly I am looking at.
I stumble and fall towards the mirror, but instead of shattering the mirror, I just fall right through. It is not as if the mirror had never been there, but more as if it had turned into a fluid I can pass through. An event horizon. There is a strange sensation of losing my orientation as the sense of gravity is momentarily lost in the fall.
I set hooves on the deep purple crystal of the floor in her castle.
“Hello!” I whisper.
“Is anypony there?” I ponder, but is too shy to actually put any air to the words.
I do not know what happened to me, or my body. While I had been spirited away through the portal, is my now limp and possibly lifeless body laying on the floor in my room or in my wardrobe? I do not know, and I do not even want to know.
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My deity wants me here, she accepted me. Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship. She had accepted me.
“Greetings, and welcome!” Twilight offers.
“Twilight, is that really you?” I merely respond, not quite sure as to what to believe.
“It is; but I think it would be more appropriate if we discuss, over a cup of tea!” she points out.
“Tea?” I respond; “ I would love a cup of tea!” I exclaim.
“Right this way, just follow me to the kitchen!” she offers.
I just nod, and follow her down the hallway. We end up, at the royal kitchen, just as she had promised.
Once in the kitchen, I am watching Twilight prepare the tea; pouring up the water and heating it while she is selecting the blend for the two of us.
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“I hope the tea will be to your taste; you never know, they never make a perfect match!” she points out.
“Oh?” I respond; “They don’t?” I ponder.
“I am sure it will be quite satisfactory!” I then add.
“Thank you, for the confidence in my taste and selection of blends!” Twilight responds, giggling.
Of course I could not help, but notice the purple glow over her horn, while she is preparing the tea. Magic, her magic. Just as I had watched her heat up the water and select the blend; I am watching her selecting the cups and pour up the boiling water, thus creating the tea for the two of us.
Two chairs are awaiting us, and I follow her example, as she is sitting down by the table behind her cup.
“Sugars?” she inquire.
There is a small bowl of sugar, with a diminutive spoon, for the purpose of adding sugar into the tea. If one does desire sweeter tea, that is.
“No!” I respond, shaking my head.
“Okay!” she merely responds.
“One small detail!” she points out; “I could teach you how to drink tea, like an Earth-pony, but it is easier and more elegant this way!” she offers.
I can clearly see the intensity in the purple aura around her horn explode. The next moment, a tiny filly’s horn is sprouting on my forehead.
“Now, if you focus; look at the cup and picture it floating up into the air!” she is instructing me.
“Oh, okay?” I respond, not quite certain as to what she is implying or has in mind.
I do however try, to focus as she had just instructed me. I feel strange, there is a weird sensation and the cup slowly and hesitantly lifts up from the table with half a cup’s worth of tea content.
“It looks, almost as if the cup does not care for the gravity imposed upon it; while it also feels, as if it does not quite know where it is going or where it wants!” I ponder, as I watch my cup, floating up into the air.
“Not bad, not bad at all!” she points out; not adding”For a beginner!”
“Do I want to keep this gift, when I get back to my home; or, would it be better if I did not?” I ponder, but say nothing.
Probably for the better, not to voice my hesitation or question her choices. Not now, and certainly not here.
“When the cup reaches your lips, blow the steam off; the tea is very hot, and you do not wish to scold your tongue!” she suggests, smiling knowingly.
“Thank you, for the tip!” I mumble.
Of course, the cup does inevitably reach the level of my face and I follow her instruction, blowing the steam off. Only once the steam had been blown off, do I take my first sip. A smile slowly cracks my lips and spread out over my faces in a gradual movement.
“The Lunar Infusion always go down well, with the fillies!” she giggles, to herself.
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