A burst of light broke through the cracks of the iron plated door as Twilight stepped through less than eager to see what has changed. The light through the door was very bright, but oddly enough the sky was pitch black with a lingering Smokey texture similar to that of the dragon’s fumes from episode 7. The skies were dark and putrid of lingering smoke, but that wasn’t the only thing that appeared to have changed. Every little thing imaginable discord has changed. This disorder not only seemed chaotic, but corrupted and sinister like the means of no other villain ever seen in the history of equestria!
“Dear Celestia what happened to Ponyville?!” She asked in a shocked but unsurprised matter. She could see Big Mac and applejack arguing over which pears to sell on the right side and Derpy Hooves delivering mail perfectly without any issues flying or with vision on the left. Her eyes appeared to be centered completely with her pelt showing a brighter gray tone unusual to her normal behavior. She presumed to look around more taking in mental notes about the once luscious environment she lived in to what it has become. The once purple checkered ground is now a striped assortment of dark and depressing colors ranging from putrid brown to dark orange. Each of the buildings became built off of aluminum and poorly crafted steel like an industrial revolution only without the polish. All of the ponies were fighting each other and it almost seemed like they were ok with it. Twilight had never seen this before, there was no revolt against the idea, and all the ponies seemed pleasant arguing with each other and leaving friendship behind.
“How long have I been out?” Twilight continued to walk down the once vibrant path of PonyVille to notice the mayor and granny smith were arguing over a pocket watch once owned by the rightful FancyPants. Each of them were discolored not just gray, but close to pitch black with streaks of dark grey across their whole bodies only referencing their original colors slightly. Their eyes shifted in hue to a dark red and black, which happened to be the exact same colors she saw in pinkie’s eyes before she fell dead. Without another thought in her mind, she rushed over to the 2 mares in an attempt to break up their argument like her instincts normally would.
“Enough you two, this has gone far enough” Twilight said with a light hearted innuendo.
“Who are you?” they both asked in an irritated manner.
“I’m Twilight spar-“
“Well whoever she is she’s in the way of MY watch” said granny smith
“Your watch? I saw it first you back stabbing deriving old hag!” Said the mayor snorting what appeared to be cartoonish looking gray smoke.
“Who you calling an old hag you self-centered ludicrous excuse for a leader!” Before twilight could make a comment, the 2 went at it like primitive beasts fighting for food scarcity. Twilight was both shocked and confused by this display of horrifying disruption of harmony, discord went all at it this time.
“Both of you cut it out, act like adults!”
“Quit your yacking you whimper snapper or I’ll smack you upside the head so hard you children will feel it!” Said granny smith with a furious anger.
“If you want this watch, you’ll have to pull it straight from my dead body you sack of rotten apples!” Said the mayor pouncing at granny before she could completely get up from them tussling, which caused them to start brawling again. Twilight still couldn’t get over the shock of watching her fellow ponies fueled with such anger and hatred. She proceeded to pull out her quill and note paper to take some notes only to remember that it became blank and she didn’t want it to mysteriously disappear again. She took the paper and looked at the drawing of discord again, but something was different.
“Hey… this doesn’t seem right, the image is colored!” Twilight said in a shocked expression. The picture was colored on the 2 limbs twilight currently had on her, the tiger claw and snake body. Each limb was separated by poorly drawn sketches, but they were not there the first time around. She now understood what the picture meant; it was a diagram showing her current process for the elements.
“It appears to have 6 pieces, I already have 2, that leaves 4 to be found… but where do I start?” She asked in her own mumbling tone.
“Eureka! The library, it ought to have some information on this situation.” Twilight immediately rushed as fast as she could to the library. She wheezed and hazed from the poor air quality which slowed her down dramatically. After 20 exhausting minutes, she finally arrived at the library only to discover the whole place was bordered window to window, door to door with poorly cut wood and pieces of sheet metal.
“Spike! Spike are you in there?” She said trying to peek through the small glass opening through the oak wood door. Spike presumed to snap quickly in front of twilight giving her a slight scare.
“Get out of here, we don’t accept visitors!” Spike said in a deeper, more serious tone.
“Spike it’s me, twilight, don’t you remember me?!”
“The only person I remember is myself and it’s all I ever need” Spike said not even quoting rarity one bit. If he didn’t describe rarity in that sentence, he had to be serious.
“Say, how do you know my name? What do you want from me?”
“Forget that Spike, you have to let me in! The fate of equestria depends on that information in the library!”
“If you want this information, you’ll have to pry it from my lifeless dead body!” Spike said with the same tone as pinkie once had. Twilight now knew something wasn’t right, she wasn’t remembered and everyone kept describing themselves as dead bodies… but why?!
“Equestria is fine, don’t fix a damn thing you purple prick!” This time Twilight was blown away seeing spike curse, even more so at the fact it was her! Why did spike not want any change?
“Fine Spike, have it your way.” Twilight said at a lower volume as she trotted off slowly with her head slightly down. She began to step away from the library only to notice minutes later the entire library blazed into a ferocious fireball! The whole place scorched into a blue and yellow flame with documents flying out of the now burned walls.
“SPIKE!!!” Is all she could scream before bolting back down to the entrance and prying the wood off the door with her own bare hooves. The heat was too unbearable for Twilight, falling back in despair watching her hard work burn down with her favorite assistant still inside. Slowly but surely inching her way across the putrid colored floor backing away from the intense heat. Within mere minutes, her only recourses were burned to a crisp with Spike included. His skeleton was left dismantled across the ashes of burnt wood and documents surrounding the poor dragon. The fire never spread across the rest of the town for some reason, this fire was planned somehow.
“Oh this is bad, this is so bad” Twilight said as she began to tear.
“Spike… why did you do it?”. She began to cry until a perfectly intact letter was seen sitting inches from Spike’s once living body. She wiped the traces of tears in her eyes then proceeding to open the document in a celestial manner with shock and dread appearing on her face from what she read. She panicked and dropped the letter reading the words “It’s not over twilight, It’s not over.”
“This can’t be happening, this can’t be!” Twilight said screaming in sorrow.
“Discord you sick twisted being, this is madness you hear? THIS IS MADNESS!!!” She screamed for all to hear, even if every pony didn’t care. It almost seemed like they brushed off the whole library burning and her pet dragon dying the same way they forgot about her as they resumed to their own selfish affairs. The ponies not only ignored each other, but all morals were thrown right out of the window.
“First Pinkie, then Dashie, then Spike…. Who’s next?!” Just as she began to stand herself up weakly from the emotional trauma faced against this incident, an odd figure flew next to her and landed on the half burnt slab of wood sitting next to the dropped document. The figure had a round, semi-darkish look to it with a strong tint of green. Its eyes were pitch black with outlines of lime green surrounding its devilish looking pupils. Its eyes were big and bold sitting closely to its beak. It took a while, but she finally recognized this figure sitting next to her.
“Owlicious… is that really you?! Dear Canterlot what happened to you?!” Twilight said with less shock than before, it began to wear down after all that has happened. She started to approach the small owl, but it didn’t seem to care much for twilight at all. She stepped closer and closer to it with the greatest of ease, but the owl flew away quickly. Twilight saw it fly off, but then noticed it wasn’t interested in her, but rather an odd looking pony figure flying high in the sky. The black clouds disguised most of itself, but it was a flying Pegasus with no true way to identify with the lack of sunlight.
“Owlicious… you know what to do.” The pony figure told the owl. The owl nodded in agreement and jumped off the arm of the mysterious mare in the sky. It swooped down with elagent ease relating to Rainbow Dash’s flight patterns. Before long, the green owl rushed towards twilight with its talons out heading straight towards her. Twilight held the owl hostage with her magic; the mysterious mare didn’t take this quite pleasantly.
“Owlicious, stop this right now!” Said Twilight fiercely. Before Twilight could notice, the figure flew behind her with relative speed.
“I’d advise you let go of my pet Twilight,” Said the figure.
“This isn’t your pe-“ Twilight was then bucked in the head by the mare’s back hoof, knocking her down onto the hard floor in a similar fashion to when pinkie knocked her down. She couldn’t regain her balance from the strike hitting her right in the ear lobe knocking her balance out of whack. The figure stood a slight distance from Twilight ending her flight.
“You’ll never quite understand, huh Twilight”. The figure then proceeded to pick up Owlicious and walk through the heavy fog.