Semi-Ponyfication on the Run · 10:30pm Dec 13th, 2014

Luna stood in front of her mirror. The sheets on her bed laid unsorted on the other side of the room, next to the bed they had dropped off. She had raised in an abrupt motion this evening. It was a dream that woke her – or maybe something different. Certainty to what it was didn't exist in her head. Logic dictated it was a dream. It felt like it, behaved like it, but it didn't follow her orders. That was a rare thing, and with that something that happened on a natural base. Dreams that didn't follow her word, developing an individual will. Their numbers were few and every time she encountered one it was a different challenge. An unguided dream, or a dream not following her guidance, was a potential danger to everything, for the things it could become, the number of possibilities future held for such a thing, were endless. From such a point, no pony, not even Luna, was or ever would be able to tell where fate would lead, given there was such a thing. She wasn't sure about that anymore either, or at all. Whether she was sure at any time in the past was no clear thing to the Princess of the Night at this moment. All that was clear to her was her reflection in the small mirror before her, and the small hole that gaped in the upper half of her face. It was small, almost insignificant, and yet it was there, forcing her eyes to lock on it as if it was the most important thing in the universe. That, of course, was a silly thing to think, even only in the subconsciousness. To proof this wrong, she picked up a small needle that laid on the desk. She lifted it with her magic, pointing into the little hole. She expected to meet flesh, braincells, to meet something that would give response to the unknown object. A small pain, maybe. But nothing came. She poked into it, getting the needle far deeper inside that she expected. So she laid back the needle and took a quill from another table. This, too, went deep into her head, deeper than its dimensions should have allowed. There was no room for doubt or fear when she bound a small weight to a cord, a small rock that her hooves carried into her room unintentionally. She made sure the knot was tight before raising her head, slowly and cautiously lowering the weight on the cord into the hole in her head. Some moments passed, and then the cord hang unrolled and flawlessly.. Twenty-five metres, and she could almost feel the stone on the other end wax and wane on the end of the cord grasped tightly in her magic. And then she knew, it has not been a dream. Luna knew, what she had seen had happened, and everything everypony saw happened, too, in her head, in their heads. She was right after all; the hole in her head was not the most important thing in the universe. And she wondered how long she, they, would stay awake.

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