Spike barely managed to open his wings and beat them before crushing a building, the ashes of blood escaping his mouth and nostrils. Ignoring the pain he was in, he flew to the giant again.
...and the giant was, seemingly without an explanation, jerked to the skies, the force of the push seemingly applied in an uneven fashion-- an arm just fell off, and there was a titanic crack when its spine cracked in three different places at the same time. Almost immediately, the giant was shoved down again, a mist of blood that had escaped from its every orifice staying in the air for a moment before gravity caught up and dropped it to the already ascending giant.
Spike recognized the smell of ozone and the patterns in the warped light that appeared every time the giant was shoved, and fear grew in his chest. Twilight had, a few years ago, found a method to achieve faster-than-light travel, one that, Twilight had concluded after a few tests, would kill any passenger who tried to use it. Warping space generated too much energy for anything to bear.
And the giant was grinning at it, even when the warping became more extreme and its shape began to blur from the speed.
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"Small, big," They had fallen to an easy rhythm, throwing the giant faster and faster as their resonance echoed back onto itself, harmonics increasing a potential that, as far as she knew, had no upper limit.
The giant's face turned to her.
"I can hear you," With a jerk of its head, the bells resonated and it floated out of the space Twilight was affecting, moving to her "You have wit, that I admit, but do you have, now, any other merit? Your pet castrated you, a truly shameful destiny to have met."
Its movement seemed deceptively slow, its size tricking Twilight's perception, but she walked away from it. She tried to remove the ring or band from her horn, but she was too weak for that and nearly fell with one hoof away from the floor.
"Away," she said, growing desperate "Away, away, away, away!"
Her other her echoed her voice.
"Away, away away away away away away--!" She reached the border of the ceiling and had to stop. "Away away away away away away away!" Her throat screamed at her to stop, but she ignored it. The hand of the giant was reaching for her now, and darkness enveloped her when the fist closed around her "Away!"
Space warped, every particle of her was jerked painfully. Was this how most people felt teleportation, too?
There was no time to decide on it-- her temporarily diluted mind was jerked back into a recreated flesh container. She looked around herself, and saw a half-lit garden. A griffon was helping an old woman, probably his mother, into what looked like a bunker entrance hidden under a bush.
She walked to them, making more noise than necessary and flaring her wings so he saw them. Hopefully this one wouldn't run away.
He, and she thanked the moon and stars for it, made a reverence. He seemed to be afraid, everyone was when they saw a ruler half-dead, but he stayed put.
She pointed at the ring and band that were firmly anchored in her horn.
"Out?" She mimicked the action. "Please?"
The griffon looked at her and the entrance, probably thinking in pushing his mother in and closing the entrance behind them. Before he had done anything, his mother chided him severely and tapped his beak gently. He flinched as if the finger had been a mace.
He said something Twilight didn't understand and, after a deep breath, grabbed her horn with a claw and the ring with the other.
When he pulled for the first time, fear filled her-- how would she react when it all flooded in again? Was she really doing this out of need, or because of the undeniable craving for, and she was more willing to used the word that she would've admitted to others, divinity?
Spike's roar made all the windows of the city rattle.
Equinity or divinity, neither mattered. She didn't stop the griffon from pulling a second, a third time.
Still, she made a promise to herself, one that she hoped she'd keep. She'd give up everything -title, magic, even name- for some time when she returned to Equestria.
She latched to the idea immediately, her agile -and, more important, not overencumbered- mind seeing sense in it immediately. A year or two to think, keep a garden, Tartarus, even getting a real job for once in her life.
Maybe being a pegasus would be nice, too.