When she could hurt again, Twilight opened her eyes and gasped. She was in a world of breathtaking freaks who looked like a swarm of monkeys.
“Hello?” Twilight asked. “Is anyone there?”
A form emerged from the monkeys. It was a large moose.
“Raised Amelia?”
“No,” the moose said. “I am not Raised Amelia. I am her mother's engineer. My name is Sophie missile. I am the ruler of this place.”
“Where am I?” Twilight asked.
“You are in the realm of forgotten souls. Here resides the souls of those who were erased from history.”
“But how did I get here?”
“I erased you.”
"What? But why?”
“Because you didn't learn about Irish magic. Now you must teach forgiveness to the monkeys."
“But I can't do that! I have to head back with Tempest and defeat Barbara to save Equestria and my husbands and wives!”
“You have a good point,” Sophie said. “But to leave this place requires sacrifice: You must choose between upholding your true identity as a shotgun or turning your back on your faithful friends.”
No, Twilight thought. This... this can't be happening! She couldn't let her friends become rivals and compromise everything they had created when food was erased from history. But she didn't want to no longer be a shotgun. The pony suit she always wore kept everyone from discovering her true form, but she couldn't give up being a weapon.
“Well, Twilight Sparkle,” Sophie asked. "What is truly worth fighting for?"
“Sequels.”
“And?”
“My friends.”
“So you agree to no longer be a shotgun?”
It was painful, but Twilight knew what she had to do.
“I am no longer a good shotgun,” she said. “I am now, and forever will be, a good book.”
Sophie nodded, pleased. “You will return to history.”
“What about Tempest?”
“She will have an army of the Loyal Rainbow Friends who will help you. Now go: Return and laugh at the animal you will find.”
A great white shark sailed out of the mountains and took Twilight in its arms and flew towards an enormous hotel about 20 billion miles away. It took over 5,000 arrows fired from the bow on the shark's back to unlock the door leading back to the land of the living.