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The front door looked like it was still in very bad condition yet, when Dusk pushed, it opened without so much as a creak. Dust flew past him as the drafts in the house funneled out of the door. The floorboards where silent and air stagnant, this place almost seemed... peaceful. As soon as he thought that floor boards ripped themselves upward, the air whirred violently, and a horrid noise roared a greeting to him. Dusk jumped back with this shock and he gulped as he decided his next course of action. 'I'm already here, there's no place for cowardice at such a time as now.' He pressed forward with determination in his eyes, "You don't scare me... I know something is up with this place and I'm here to find out." His false roars of courage echoed in the building and the floorboards began to settle, as did the wind and the awful noise. He walked carefully, for whatever reason this place was dangerous and was getting smarter. It wasn't as if the house were alive though, it could better be described as though it was just automatically reacting to his presence, as if someone wanted him to stay out. There was only one person who would want that however...
'Maybe Dawn hasn't changed after all, I should have never trusted him.' The room had returned to the way it was before but there was still a dangerous aura in the air, the house was waiting for opportunities to end Dusk's advancement. Looking around the room he saw the staircase that led to the upstairs where the mirror was. Dusk began to imagine the secrets held there, the truths he had long waited for but never knew existed. The house sensed his knowledge and tried to shut him off. The stairs began to rot and crumble and the floorboards starting at the wall behind him started to raise. The house was going to trap him.
'Not this time!' Dusk ran forward and tried to climb the falling construct. Rotting wood and rusted nails gave some support as he ran up the falling wreckage. He put as much power as he could into his back legs and pushed off with a single swift thrust, the ledge where the next floor started was in reach but his reaction time was what mattered the most. He threw his front hooves forward and grasped for anything to grab as they began to slide back with him. "I'm not going to make it..." Time slowed in the split second that he slid backwards and he heard a voice as the adrenaline took full effects, "You better not be giving up..." His horn glowed momentarily and his body felt another shift, the outstretched hooves in front of him began to turn a white tint. One hoof raised and dramatically crashed downward, shattering the floor and creating grips out of the upturned tiles. He felt himself begin to rise as the arms that were his own, yet altered, mustered the strength to lift himself up.
He pulled the rest of his body forward and away from the ledge just as the floorboards cut the opening off. Dusk started to pant and rest himself on his knees, "Who are you?" The white in his coat left and his own natural grey tinted it once again. This time the voice came from behind, "One who was lost long ago." There was a pony with the same colored coat as his was, they shared the same face and the voice was eerily familiar. Then the light switched on in Dusk's head and he remembered, "But you were killed..."
In the outside world
"Poly! Poly! Snap out of it! What is wrong with you? Answer me!" Fona Graff was helping hold down Poly as she strained and screamed in the chair. They had to tie her down to restrict her freedoms, something was not right. They were back home after a very difficult and embarrassing police procession, the red stallion had volunteered to help carry her home while due to the fact that she would not stop struggling. The only ones in the house now where 2 police ponies, a doctor, Dawn, the red stallion, Ursa Shine, Fona, and Poly of course. Fona backed away as her daughter screamed some blatant lies and ill based threats. "I don't know what's wrong," she cried, "She has NEVER lied and she has always been kinder than anypony I have ever met before!" Tears ran down her face and she began to turn red with emotion. The stallion spoke up, "I think I may know what's going on. I've seen it before, and in order to fix I'm going to need to go but I'll be back as soon as I can." He started for the door and focused on the mission at hand, he had to help this poor filly and her mother. Something great was about to happen and he knew it. "Godspeed, and please hurry!" Ursa came close to Poly as she struggled and screamed, "Poly... what went wrong? I don't understand."
Dawn was being wrapped up by the doctor in the back as gauze and ointments were applied to his cuts and sores. Fona had not paid much attention to him and only knew him as the boy that Poly beat up, his face brought no memories. It had been a long time since she had originally met Dusk and now he looked like Dawn instead and was severely bruised at that. Dusk's mother had been informed that her son was being held in the Graff residence until matters could be cleared up, she had been instructed to come as quickly as they could so the matter could be taken care of. 'The time is nearly at hand now. Dusk, you better come back soon...' Hoofsteps echoed as a galloping pony ran into the house, "Dusk! What happe..." Silence sustained and she began to back up into a corner, "That's not Dusk..."
The officers looked at her quizzically and asked what she meant. "The school said that was Dusk, or did we make a mistake?" Morning's thoughts swam wildly and she dared not answer, the grey colt staring at her had been long since gone yet he stared her right in the eyes. The officer spoke up though at the tense air broke, "It sounds like he is back." He was referencing the sounds of a trampede as thundered down the streets and a large group burst right through the front door. . The stallion had returned with 6 fillies and a dragon who had to duck to fit through the doorway. The 7 visitors each bore a royal crest that is only appointed to those who directly serve the princesses. An orange pony spoke up, "Sorry for being late y'all, my brother here got me as soon as he could and the rest had to be teleported in from Canterlot." Another member of the group began to speak, "I don't understand, how is this happening again? I could've swore that we put an end to this awhile back..." The purple unicorn circled Poly as her coat drained into deeper shades of grey and she continued to mutter lies and threats. There was a pink filly who stared lovingly at Poly before moving over to Fona and embracing her, "Inkie, you need to tell me everything you know. You never forget a thing so right now you are the only one who can possibly help us. I need you to tell me EVERYTHING." Fona smiled for a moment and responded quietly, "It's been a long time since anypony has ever called me that Pinkie... I just wish that you could have visited on better circumstances..."
Dawn stared with fear at the six ponies who stood at the entrance of the house. There were no exits now.
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'Dusk... you had better learn what you can now. I'm going to need you to.'