//------------------------------// // That Can't Be Right // Story: Someone in Need // by -Watcher- //------------------------------// It was time. The sprawling metropolis of Canterlot was filled with its usual hustle and bustle as ponies rushed to purchase various necessities: food, clothing, and other items were exchanged for bits as per usual. Street lights sparked to life, painting the city's major avenues in their glowing warmth, contrasting with the intrusive neon that began making its way into the cobbled streets. Some groups bid each other goodnight, while others greeted each other with mischievous grins—their day did not end with the setting of the sun, after all. There was no fun in that. Merchant stands and shops began closing and ushering stray customers away politely. The patrons of said establishments gave varying degrees of acceptance, but they nonetheless abided and began their journies home. The streets had begun hosting different kinds of patrons as the city's thriving nightlife began to stir. Night clubs, bars, and other forms of more evocative sources of entertainment fired up, preparing to receive the more adventurous of the population. The hour of the Sun's setting drew closer, and the commotion of the big city died down, being tucked away in the various outcroppings of nightlife. The air around the city was beginning to settle, complimenting the serenity of what was looking to be a clear, beautiful night. Those were her favorite. High above the city, in a tower overlooking everything, a young alicorn stood at the foot of her grand bed, counting the seconds as they passed by, and as they did, her anticipation rose steadily. Slowly, she made her way across the royal chamber, picking up the pace slightly as she did so, though—in reality—she playfully skipped to her destination as though she were a giddy teenager once more. With a dignified flare, the dark alicorn ignited her horn, feeling the usual magical flow begin to course its way from the base to the apex of her horn. She patiently—as much as she could manage—allowed the energy to pour from her horn, gliding its way through the air, spiraling and twirling with the grace that she had honed for centuries. As the wisp of magical energy reached the gilded doors that led to the chamber's balcony, the alicorn allowed herself a small, childish smirk before willing the doors open. The once calm air of the chamber gave way to the coolness of dusk, billowing into the room and enveloping the alicorn in its cool, delicate grasp. She breathed a sigh of contentment as the breeze lifted her start-studded mane from her withers and flowed down her back, coaxing her into relaxing the stiff muscles that were quite stubborn in response. Soon, though, they complied, and the alicorn was rewarded with a moment of tranquility. She was grateful. Yes, it was time. After allowing herself to enjoy the brief moment of peace, she stepped forward onto the balcony, once again counting the seconds until she could do what was likely her favorite thing to do. After all, tonight was no ordinary night. As the fading remnants of the Sun's rays began to fall out of sight and beneath the horizon, the alicorn's sly smirk quickly grew into a bright smile. A glow just brighter than before sprang from her horn, blanketing the perch where she stood in a pale blue aura of light. She inclined her head slightly, willing the Moon to awaken from its scheduled slumber. Soon, she could see the pure streaks of light emanating from the opposite horizon, casting shadows onto the lands before her. Slowly but surely, the clear blackness of the night sky was finally accompanied by its faithful companion: a brilliant Full Moon. As she guided it towards its rightful place in the sky, her horn faintly grew dimmer into a lowly hue before fading entirely. Perfect, she thought. Perfect. She has never, and will never, get used to such a sight. Before her, the lands of Equestria and its inhabitants rested peacefully, basked in her Moon's precious light. The mountains that surrounded Canterlot were also blessed with the Moon's radiance, twinkling under the vast night sky. Resting on her haunches, the alicorn took in the quiet of her night, allowing herself to relax. Concentrating, she drew herself into her mind. In a moment, she let her eyes drift closed and let the world around her grow darker and darker until she was consumed by an abyss of absence. Waiting another moment, she pulled herself upward in her mind, dispersing the darkness around her and leaving behind ethereal light. Opening her eyes once more, she was greeted with the familiar environment of the Dreamscape. Completely surrounding her were the stars of her night sky, accompanied by the orbs of light. These were her subjects, or rather, the dreams of her subjects. As always, a few immediately caught her attention: A certain pink party pony enjoying her tenth "frosting party" dream in a row. The alicorn smirked as memories of her first visit to one of these parties came to the foreground of her thoughts, the images causing warmth to arise in her cheeks. Though her trip was short, it had proved to be . . . memorable, to say the least. Another orb, this one close to the last, depicted a gray mare laying in a pile freshly-baked muffins, clearly enthralled in the experience. The alicorn chuckled at the pair of happy—and very different kinds of happy—orbs of light, shifting them away with her magic as she pushed passed them. As she moved amongst the orbs, she found what would prove to be her first stop for the night—a darkened orb clouded in a lilac-colored mist. Upon reaching it, she took the orb in her magic, bringing it closer to her face. Inside, she could faintly make out what appeared to be a dense forest blanketed in thick sheets of snow. Making matters more difficult, a severe blizzard made it almost impossible to see anything else. Though the princess could not gather any more information from her current perspective, she wagered that this was anything but a good dream. Focusing her attention on the orb, she bled the reality of the dream into her mind, being careful not to disrupt the environment within. Opening her eyes, she was met with the blinding white of the unknown forest. "Time to get to work," she remarked to herself, smiling as she traversed the unknown wood in search of somepony in need. * * * * She was tired. Very Tired. The first couple stops of the night left her feeling surprisingly refreshed: both had proved to be much less daunting than her first inspections were to make her think. She was thankful for that. All too often, it was the case that her nightly dream walking was never an evenly paced endeavor. Even still, she was beginning to feel the weight of exhaustion creeping up on her, pressing down on her shoulders ever so slightly. Her shift was not over, though. Despite her slightly soured mood, she pressed on. Though the night was drawing to a close, she still had subjects to attend to. She wandered the Dreamscape for a while, counting her steps as she did so. As she continued counting, the weight on her shoulders began to lift, easing her stress and anxiety. As Princess of the Night, she was used to quiet, but that did not mean she always welcomed it. Tired of counting steps, she opted for counting orbs, a pass-time that she often indulged in. After zoning out on a group of pleasant-looking orbs, the alicorn's ears twitched in response to a familiar noise, causing her body to tense up abruptly. "Hello?" the alicorn called out, her royal disposition temporarily shaken by the abrupt . . . voice? Was that what that was? Shaking off the initial bout of confusion, she closed her eyes and relaxed. Clearing her thoughts, she listened for anything that would confirm her suspicions. The seconds dragged on as she strained her ears, painfully trying to pinpoint the source of the noise—if there was one. Following a minute of complete silence, she exhaled, forcing herself to relax and chalking the moment up as her tired mind's attempts at being humorous. Frowning, she chastised her brain; it had never been good at jokes, and now was certainly not a time for comedy. "I really need to start bringing something to help keep me concentrated in here", she commented to nopony-in-particular. Yawning, she stretched her forehooves above her head and continued her way amongst the orbs of light. "You would think I'd take better precautions. I mean, seriously. What would ponies think if one of their rulers showed up in their dreams—good or bad—and began acting as though taking a nap was more important than their psychological struggles? That would be absolutely unacceptable. It is my duty to aid them in defeating their demons, not use their mental playgrounds—or battlefields—as a spot to engage in repose!" The alicorn deadpanned; she was doing it again wasn't she? "I'm talking to myself . . . again," the alicorn grumbled. Upon realizing this, she opted for another dynamic stretch and dramatic yawn, hoping the movements would allow her to resume her actual purpose in being here. However, a thought tugged away at her, preventing her focus from returning to the task at hoof. "Now that I think about it, have I ever really asked anypony what they thought of me poking inside their dreams? Huh . . . oh, dear." The alicorn's brow furrowed as she contemplated. "I should really ask the—" The alicorn's eye-opening train of thought was abruptly cut short by another far-off cry behind her, mimicking the one from before. This time, she was ready. Turning in the direction of the disturbance, she jumped to her hooves and bounded towards the noise. As she streaked passed the bright orbs, she noted that the noise didn't seem to be coming from any of them. In fact, as another bout of the muddled cry began to make itself heard, she was inclined to believe it was coming from somewhere beyond the orbs, an observation that she was quick to rally against. "Anything but that," she whispered under her increasingly heavy breath. It was not helping that no matter how close she thought she was getting to the cry's source, the noise itself hadn't become clearer or more understandable. Instead, it seemed to move unnaturally, avoiding the alicorn's attempts at both reaching the source and comprehending it. After losing the noise's direction once more, she began dashing in random directions in a desperate attempt to get closer to whoever it was that needed her help. To her disappointment—and annoyance—no matter what direction she turned, the noise would somehow always come from a slightly different place than what she was heading towards. Even more frustrating was the voice's strange dialect, which contributed to the difficulty of understanding it. It unnerved the alicorn, if only slightly. Though she still struggled to piece together the warped voice, there was an innate urgency in it that felt . . . familiar. She brushed the feeling off as best she could and pressed on. As she distanced herself from the orbs, she began to see the edge of this reality. As there were no orbs out this far, the plane of the Dreamscape simply dissipated into a black nothingness, its purpose not extending out this far. The sight had spooked the alicorn when she was first beginning to dream walk. Even now, she was wary of approaching it. It was less of fear and more out of respect for the unknown. At least, that was what she had always told herself. Yes, a respect of the unknown and a willingness to leave it be. As she came to the edge of what she knew to be the Dreamscape, she frantically looked in all directions, once more straining to remember the direction of the voice that had yet to become intelligible. Taking a moment to calm herself, she looked to what she had always considered the end of this realm, or at least the end of what she had always governed. Once more, the cry assaulted the air around the alicorn. This time, however, she was able to confirm one thing: it was certainly coming from beyond the veil of black. Now, though, parts of the voice were becoming clearer. At first, this relieved the alicorn of a small amount of stress, but as she rolled the words over in her mind, she quickly became worried. As she carried out more mental repetitions of the words, her worry slowly inched its ways into panic. Normally, she would always approach a situation such as this in a positive light. Everything here, after all, was a dream, and dreams could, in some way or another, be fixed or saved or changed into something that wasn't horrifying. This wasn't normal, though; she not only felt it, now she could hear it. There had never been voices outside of the orbs without her directly tapping into them with her magic, and there had never been voices this far out from everything. These facts did nothing to help her panic subside. "This is not possible," she told the darkness in front of her. "This cannot be happening. You are not real . . . you cannot be." By now, she had taken a seat at the edge of nothing, her eyes pleading the abyss to take the voice away and hide it. The dark alicorn sat there on the precipice of the Dreamscape, staring into an unknown abyss of darkness she had not dared to interact with before. For the first time in a very long time, she was afraid. Even inside the Dreamscape, she was afraid, not of the abyss itself, but of what could be beyond it. She was afraid of what the voice meant. She paused, waiting for the voice one more time, hoping—nay, praying—it wasn't what she thought she heard. Maybe she was hearing things after all. Maybe . . . just maybe. . . "Please, don't be real. Just this once, I wish to be crazy." The alicorn closed her eyes and bowed her head, willing her plea to become reality . . . Instead, the voice answered her, louder and clearer than before. The alicorn reluctantly opened her eyes. Her ears folded back as she looked toward the ground, pawing at it with a regal hoof. She fought to keep her thoughts under control, to keep her anxiety from boiling over. Her attempts barely succeeded. "You can do this," she told herself, slowly looking up again and fixing her gaze on the abyss. "You. Can. Do this." She settled her hooves into the ethereal floor, preparing for the unknown. With a pained sigh and a heavy heart, she stretched her wings, readying them. For what, she did know. Looking back one final time, she hoped she wouldn't miss anything crucial while away. That wouldn't look good, now would it? Composing herself and settling into a loaded stance, she lept into the darkness. As she did so, the voice echoed within her mind, her face settling into a determined countenance. I'm coming, she thought, hoping to somehow communicate this to whoever was listening. I promise, I'm coming. Once again, a voice was heard, meek and timid, but laden with terror: "Please . . . don't let her hurt me anymore."