"Are ya sure this'll work, Twilight?" Applejack asked. The six ponies had gathered in the library, a circular red rug spread beneath them. Twilight had researched point-to-point teleportation via Micro Matter rings, she theorized it would be like bending an Electron path and utilizing it to travel to any point in the world or galaxy. Much safer and quicker than her usual teleportation, and the Experimental Leyline Teleportation Highway System. Celestia had messaged that disharmony would spread and manifest in other worlds. And that if Twilight could control this, Equestria would reach Equilibrium and perfect itself.
"I have absolute faith in it, we'll be in another world soon enough." Twilight said setting a book in the center of the rug. Her friends went silent, as Twilight had instructed earlier. The Unicorn opened the book, a few rays of light spreading across the rug to the mares around it. Fluttershy looked as though she were going to yell in terror and run, but she was literally stuck. The magic had taken hold. A light formed in the center, about five inches over the rug, and hovered for a few seconds. It's glow was hypnotizing, an orb of white light, small rays emitting like a miniature sun as it spun around in place. There was an obvious pattern, the light would quickly rotate a quarter turn, an inner, harder to see blue layer would slowly rotate around, it had many curves and holes, like a miniature landscape. Before Twilight could observe any further, the orb spun violently and expanded, blinding the onlookers instantly. When the light cleared, and the sight of the ponies returned, they found that all had not been left untouched. The library was wrecked, as if a team of Tornado Pegasi had hosted a wrestling match for days in the room. The area near the mares however, was untouched. Twilight looked around curiously then sighed, her head lowering and eyes closing.
"It'll take all night to reorganize this." She said sadly. As she opened her eyes, her heart nearly skipped a beat. On the floor, burnt into the rug, were three circles. The center was equivalent to the size of the orb from before, and completely separate from the rest of the marking. The second circle was larger, surrounding the other mark perfectly. But the last was the scariest to the six friends, who now looked at the circles in fear. The last circle was burnt on the edge of the rug, making what seemed to be an eye, the final and truly menacing part was:
There were four lines, stretching out to four of the mares. One pointed to Rarity, who bit her lip as she stared at the line stopping at her hooves. The second pointed to Pinkie, who seemed both eager and scared to poke the line. In the center was Fluttershy, who hid from the mark, about to cry. On the other end, a single line pointed directly at Twilight, as if reaching out to her for some untold but undoubtedly malevolent purpose.
"Twilight, dear. A-are you alright...?" Rarity asked fearfully. Twilight blinked rapidly, realizing she had somehow been casting magic, but her aura was red. As she looked at her friends, the symbol on the rug blinked in her eyes rapidly, though unbeknownst to her. The other mares said not a word, but instead stood in collected silence, awing at the events just unfolded before them.
"Girls?" Twilight asked quizzically. "Girls...? You okay?" She noticed the same symbol flash in her friends eyes, one by one from left to right, as the symbol passed on, her friends regained their senses. Twilight threw off the anomaly as temporary insanity and sighed.
"Sorry. I thought I could get the spell right, we'd finally be able to travel anywhere we needed... Equestria would finally be perfect..." She stood, closing her book and putting it away. "I'll handle this, don't worry about me."
With that, Twilight's friends left. Though they all had an excuse to stay, the lavender mare insisted they get some rest.
After cleaning the library, rubbing off the ashen mark, and replacing books to their shelves, the sun had set. Exhausted, Twilight laid a sleeping Spike in his bed and laid in hers. She looked up to the moon, bearing the cratered mural Face of Luna. A memory she loved and despised.
As the last of her consciousness slipped from her, the mare entered the world of dreams once more.