//------------------------------// // XIII. Mending My Mind // Story: In Her Mind // by SeventhElement //------------------------------// The ground from underneath Twilight dissipates, leaving her floating amongst the stars once again. She stares at the constellations that surround her. “I didn’t think this place could get any more beautiful.” She thought. The longer she looked, however, patterns began emerging. A distinct set of symbols began appearing, and in this set of symbols she recognized some of Starswirl’s magic. She tried to make sense of it all: why here and not The Library? She put the library back together, but those books barely contained anything but cursory information about magic and how to use it. None of the deep magical theory that she knew and loved. Amongst the constellations, more shapes began flickering into view. More words of the dead language. “I really wish Discord would’ve told me the name of this language before he turned on me.” Twilight grumbled. The symbols continued to appear on top of one another, causing a congealed mess. This place was just as disorganized as The Library. “Wait, that’s it!” She thought. “This isn’t a different place, I’m still technically in The Library! Saying that word allowed me to enter my own inner sanctum.” Twilight focuses for a moment, and the galaxy in front of her begins to unwind. The stars that were forming shapes and symbols are now moving away from each other, forming an organized wall around her. She sees patterns that are associated from spells as simple as conjuring sparks, to ones that are more complicated like teleportation. She notices a very complicated symbol that consists of several concentric symbols, with an ancient word denoting it. That was the spell she used to remove her sorrow. She thinks back to embracing the other Twilight. Her fear is gone, and she is free. Though she can’t feel what she used to feel, she can still experience empathy. Empathy may not be sympathy, but it still will let her remain close to those she cares for. She thinks of her three sisters and how she has been distant with all of them. “I need to make this right. I need to get back to the waking world and see them again.” She thinks to herself. She scans the horizon for the time travel spell she used hundreds of years ago. A spell that she convinced herself that she would forget after destroying the scroll. She remembers her student: Starlight Glimmer. A brief pang of regret stings, but knows that it has to be here somewhere. A dim symbol appears in the distance: Equilateral triangles link together within circles surrounded by the ancient words. She can hear the grandfather clock chime. She ushers the symbol forward and focuses on it. The the constellations swirl in a carousel of lights, blurring out of focus as the void surrounding twilight turns into a shade of blue.