Chapter 9
Twilight centered the spell in front of her, her consciousness had reached a new level, she had never known existed, she was aware of the ever present sea of changelings around her, but it was in another part of her mind, right now only one thing mattered; her spell.
She let the magic shoot trough her. she knew it happened in less than a second, but it felt as if she could see the fabric of time and reality bend as her magic manipulated it, stretching, flowing, obeying her instinctual commandments.
Focusing on the spot she had selected, she saw purple lines streaming towards it, coming from her horn, from the the guardsmen who had felt the magic calling, and thousands of multicolored tiny line connected from every flower and tree, and a single brightly shining golden line, that she somehow knew had to be from Celestia. All of this magic was her to command. And she command it to open!
Twilight forced herself to focus at the center of the light. It pulsed and she was blinded by the intense color. She wasn't able to see anything, yet she still she dove onward towards what must have been the center...
She saw it, a tiny sphere of light, barely bigger than the spear point. She knew she had to aim for it, she commanded the magic to flow into the light to make it stronger! brighter! She directed the spear towards the light, and as the point reached the outer rim of the sphere, she felt a jolt of energy coursing though her, reaching up trough the spear, leaving dark patches of fur as lightning arc's flew outwards from her body.
She let out a silent scream of pain trough gritted teethes, mixed with the zealous anger she felt towards the interloper destroying everything she held dear.
She in slow motion from In the corner of her eye, how the closest of changeling's expression of blood lust change to one of utter terror.
Then Twilight let out her breath and time returned to normal, an explosion of purple light blinded her eyes even brighter than before, burning them. She felt how the spear didn't meet any resistance as it pierced the core of the sphere, and how her entire body pierced trough the surface of reality, giving an impression of swimming, but without stopping her mad descent downwards.
As she keep diving into the sphere, a great corridor of swilling colors opened around her. With the closest of the changeling being dragged behind her, as they were caught in tailwind by the madding powers she had unleashed, some bouncing off the walls, others burned as they were impaled by the swilling lights.
Twilight ignored their screams, she kept diving and suddenly she saw it! In front of her stretched out a portal with a moving clouded picture, of what appeared to be a winged dark silhouette, hovering above a golden island in a the middle of a dark sea. She instinctively knew where to strike, and notice how the spear became imbued with her desire, to return the feelings of dread and despair to being in the portal, for the last time she exhaled in an all defying scream, willing herself trough the portal and back into reality again.