//------------------------------// // The Spider's Meal // Story: Parallel // by Dableaxcheaz //------------------------------// Sweetiebelle opened her eyes to a blurry bright light that soon cleared up. While looking at the ceiling, she felt that she was lying a very soft matress just like the one at home. She slowly lifted her head off the pillow feeling a tad bit woozy as she found out that she was in her own bed, in her own room at Rarity’s carousel. She could feel a chilly fall draft coming in from her open window. She wiped her eyes,” I’m… back home?” she asked herself. It all felt a little bit strange to the little unicorn. She could not remember much of what happened last night, but somehow she wound up back at home. Did she already leave the slumber party last night, or was she thinking about it while she slept. Either way, it was a huge blur to her. In fact, the last thing she remembered was seeing Applebloom climb over her bed and through a wall. It could have been a dream. Sweetiebelle got out of bed and went down stairs to see her sister Rarity; but one thing was off about the whole thing to her, it was too quiet. Usually in the morning Rarity would be doing something with her next line of fashion. Whether it was planning, sowing, or even thinking, she would be filling the building with her own self talk. There wasn’t any this time. The only thing Sweetie could hear was the wind howling in the air, maybe she could hear it from her window from her room. She slowly made her way down the stairs, hopefully not disrupting her sister wherever she was doing at this hour. Rarity was in the downstairs foyer, putting the finishing touches on her latest creation. Rarity didn’t notice her sister’s presence in the room, but Sweetiebelle saw all of the amazing dresses she crafted. They all looked like they were themed towards the jazz age, with the slick gold, ruby, and emerald fabric on the dresses, and the matching sun hats to go with it. When Sweetiebelle left to go to the party, Rarity was only sketching out the line of clothing. Sweetiebelle then softly greeted,” Good morning Rarity.” Rarity turned around,” Oh good morning, I didn’t know you were home so early? How was the Slumber party?” Sweetiebelle groaned,” Ooh, I wish I knew.” She saw that Rarity had some bags forming beneath her eyes and her mane seemed to split at some parts,” Have you been up all night?” Rarity looked up at her messed up hair, she yawned,” Yes dear, I have. I’ve been hard at work on my latest line of fashion. The Jazz age.” Sweetiebelle knew that she would say that,” It was such a difficult task, from the many rough drafts, to all the stitching that I had to do by myself. Such an ordeal,” she yawned again,” but it was worth it. Don’t you think that it’s marvelous?” Sweetie gazed at the dresses, she had always thought that Rarity always put 100% effort in her lines of work. Her judgment towards her work however was a little bit biased, considering that she too wanted to be a fashionista just like her one day. “uh, yeah,” she answered,” best work yet, I guess?” Rarity smiled in relief,” Oh that’s good, it’s always good to know that your efforts pay off in the end, now doesn’t it.” “I guess,” Sweetiebelle said with a sense that something still wasn’t right. “Well, I’m going to go visit Applebloom and Scootaloo.” She turned herself to the front door. “Wait, Sweetiebelle,” Rarity began,” Come sit with me at the couch. I want to have a little sister to sister talk with you.” Sweetiebelle stopped and turned back towards her sister raising an eye. Didn’t she have anything else important to do this morning? With Rarity’s hard efforts came with a very busy schedule 90% of the time. The last thing that Sweetiebelle expected from her melodramatic sister, would be asking her nicely to come sit down and chat. She trotted on over to the purple luxury couch where her big sister was already sitting her flank on. Still suspicious, Sweetiebelle climbed up the couch and sat up looking at her sister. “So… what’s this about? Am I in trouble?” “Trouble, oh no no no darling, your not in trouble at all.” She explained. Now Sweetiebelle was finding interest. Usually when they sit down and chat it’s about something that she did and didn’t like, being the nitpicky pony she was toward her at times. Since Sweetiebelle was not in trouble, Rarity must have something good to say. “I just wanted to tell you that, I’ve finished this line of dresses and I’ve got nothing else planned today. So I propose that maybe we could spend the day together, just the two of us?” Sweetiebelle’s eyes widened, this was indeed a surprise for her. “R-really?” she squeaked.”You, Rarity, want to spend your precious time with me?” “Yes.” Rarity confirmed.” Is there a problem?” “Well, no… B-but, what about your next line of fashion. The planning, the material planning, or what about-“ “That can all wait,” Rarity explained,” It’s just fashion after all. Come closer, your acting all fidgety. Did you stay up late again last night?” She wrapped her hoof around the side of her sister and brought her closer. “Talk to ne dear, tell me more about your sleep over. What kind of things did you do darling?” Sweetiebelle could no longer deny it, Rarity was indeed wanting to spend some time with her.” Not much really, we played truth or dare and had a little bit of a gossip session.” “Really.” Said Rarity wanting to know,” What did you tell them?” Sweetiebelle hesitated,” Well…” “Oh come on.” Rarity encouraged,” say it.” “I might have been talking about how dramatic you are sometimes.” Sweetiebelle said closing her eyes and looking away. Sweetiebelle expected her sister to make a big deal saying,” Oh, I am not dramatic, what ever are you saying Sweetiebelle!” But instead, smiled and rolled her eyes. “I guess I am, known for that aren’t I.” Rarity said. Sweetiebelle opened her eyes and looked up at her sister with confused eyes. “You’re not mad?” Sweetiebelle asked. Rarity nodded,”No, the one thing that I’d be worried about you talking about are any of my diary entries again. You havn’t been sneaking around in my diary have you?” Rarity asked suspiciously “No, no I havn’t,” sweetiebelle quickly answered. “Oh, good,” Rarity said retaining a smile. “Now then, I’ve got something special I want to do with you. Just stay right where you are.” Rarity jumped off the couch and ran upstairs to retrieve the surprise. Sweetiebelle sat there taking in her sister’s sudden appreciation. Maybe this was what’s giving her an uneasy feeling. In that case, there really isn’t anything to worry about is there. Sweetiebelle relaxed herself, laying herself across the couch and awaiting her sister along with the expected good things to come out of this day --:--. Back at the Dreaded forest, Applejack was still searching for the fillies,” Applebloom!” she called,”Sweetiebelle, Scootaloo!” Her call echoed through the darkness. Applejack continued on, only to hear a thud on the ground. The cow mare stopped dead in her tracks and remained still where she stood. She heard the sound again, and yet again. The pony looked in all directions searching for where the thuds were coming from. The direction she heard the source was to her left, coming from the fog in the distance and approaching in her direction. She took immediate action and hid behind an old decaying log by the path she was on. Applejack kept her head low, but was able to peek through a hole in her hiding spot. Emerging from the dense fog, standing tall at a height of about 13 feet, came a giant spider strolling along in the woods. With its 8 legs each covered end to end with hair and allowing it to practically hover its own body above the ground, the monster could walk over any obstacle in its path. Applejack had never seen a spider this large back home. Luckily for her, she was able to hide herself before it even saw her. The pony would have been in danger if it saw her with its red beady eyes. The beast continued on as Applejack came out of her cover. The spider was now continuing on without noticing Applejack’s presence, thudding the ground and impaling dead leaves as it treaded the ground. Applejack was about to ignore the spider and continue on with her search, but then the thudding suddenly ceased. She still didn’t move, the spider looked like it spotted something and was moving towards it. “Whats it doin now?” she worried to herself. Without trying to make the slightest sound, she crept up behind a bulging tree root for another perfect cover. She took in a deep breath to gain some courage and looked over the root. The spider was only standing there doing nothing. Applejack didn’t want to stay too long, she still had to find the kids but she also wanted the spider to be far away from her. She waited a few seconds more, and then decided to see what was holding the spider up. She peeked over the root again, this time with a little more in her view. Applejack felt a sudden burst of surprise. Laying in the cold dead leaves, was the body of Sweetiebelle, still breathing and unscathed. She wanted to shout her name, but that would only blow her cover. She didn’t know whether or not, she could confront this giant spider on her own. ---- Rarity returned to the downstairs foyer, laying out the supplies in front of the couch. The contents included, a blanket, a bowl filled up with gray facial mask, and a white square towel. “Alright Sweetiebelle, I’ve stumbled upon an article from a book on spa treatments. It’s filled with all sorts of treatments from every corner of Equestria!” She laid out the white towel and folded one of the corners making a diamond,” lay down right hear.” She said pointing at the fold.” This one looked interesting when I read it.” Excited for what her sister had in store, Sweetiebelle jumped off the couch and laid on her back against the towel. Rarity took one side and pulled it over her sister, while folding the fillies legs in. She then pulled up the bottom corner over the filly. Rarity then rolled her sister over a few times tucking the remaining cloth, swaddling Sweetiebelle like a little foal. Rarity marveled at her sister’s cutness,” It’s not to tight now is it dear?” “Nope,”Sweetiebelle felt the towel snug against her whole body.”So this is what a burrito feels like.” Even though she couldn’t get out of it, it felt very cozy with it’ Rarity giggled,” This should open the pores of your body, kind of like a make shift sauna if you may.” She pulled up the bowl with the gray paste. Now close your eyes while I apply this mask.” Sweetiebelle nodded and obeyed her sister. ---- Applejack could only watch in shock, as the spider pulled the filly closer to itself. It quickly began to roll Sweetiebelle in place in a sticky web like substance. Applejack wanted to just jump at the spider, but she was paralyzed with fear to move. What was happening to her? This is Applejack, one of equestrias greatest heroes, she could take on creatures like chimeras, invading changelings, and possibly giant spiders. Was it the fact that she was just nervous and staring off into space, or was it the fact that she was fighting something that she alone was facing? She didn’t have any weapons with her, or friends to help her. It was just her and an old watch, against a giant spider. Whatever it was, she couldn’t move at all, Applejack could only watch the filly being wrapped from head to hoof in a thick white, sticky substance. How could she be asleep during all of this? ---- Sweetiebelle was starting to feel the warm tight therapy of the towel, and the moist facial mask loosening her complexions as the fashionista smeared the mask all over her face. She placed a pair of cucumber on her eyes as the finishing touches. Sweetiebelle never understood what good putting chopped veggies on her face would do; but in a way, it added to the authenticity. She felt like savoring the moment. “So are you already feeling your body rejuvenating as I speak?” Rarity asked. No words could express Sweetiebelle's answer, she only nodded. “Now then, let’s get you into my bed where I set up the next bit of your therapy.” She took out the large blanket and wrapped that one around her toweled body. Rarity then took the pillow and wedged it into her sister’s head and towel. Sweetiebelle didn’t know what she was planning,” Rarity?” she asked. The fashionista picked up the blanket with her mouth and began dragging her sister across the floor. Sweetiebelle could feel herself sliding on the floor, feeling the adrenalin that the faint g forces gave off. She wished that she could she where she was going; but because of the towel wrap, she could not remove the cucumbers off of her eyes. ---- The spider had just finished wrapping its victim in the tough thread, covering Sweetiebelle from horn to hoof in the cocoon of fibres. The spider was now towing sweetiebelle away by another thread coming from its abdomen. Applejack only continued to watch in terror as the spider dragged its prey on the ground, forming a dirt path in the leaves. As the arachnid proceed onward with its dinner, the pony began to feel less terrified as it got farther away from her. “Ugh, come on Applejack,” she whispered to herself,” I’ve got to save Sweetiebelle. My family and Twilight are depending on me.” She took a deep breath, and continued onward, but treaded lightly on the dirt path. She wanted to get in close and cut the filly loose, but she also didn’t want to risk getting killed by the beast. ---- Rarity continued to tow her sister around at random throughout her house, until the unicorn decided that it was time to bring her to her room. She brought Sweetiebelle to the foot of the stairs and began to drag her up the steps. Prossibly the reason why her sister lodged a pillow between her head and the towel. The white unicorns head went up and down violently, yet the force of her heads impact on each step was absorbed mostly by the pillow. Sweetiebelle felt her head bumping against the steps, but didn’t feel any pain. When they made it to the bedroom at the top of the steps, Rarity tugged her sister up the base of the bed and then levitated her onto her luxurious bed. She adjusted the pillow so that Sweetiebelle’s neck wouldn’t hurt while she was relaxing. Rarity looked at her sister, noticing how pleased she was with her D.I.Y. spa treatment so far. The pony then took up a box of matches and started to light up the candles next to her bed. It was the aroma therapy portion. As soon as they were all lit, the fumes from the scented waxes mixed together to form one relaxing scent that would make anypony feel safe. Sweetiebelle let out a sigh for the aroma,”Scented candles?” she asked. “A few jasmine, along with a cinnamon and vanilla candle to mix.” Said Rarity taking in the scent,” I had no idea that these odors could combine so well.” Sweetiebelle just then had a thought, she asked,” Rarity, why today of all days to do this?” “Pardon?” “Well… I mean, why not yesterday, or tomarrow, or any other day before that?” She clarified. “Well Sweetiebelle, while I was working on my previous line last week, I couldn’t help but notice that you looked kind of sad while you were here. Neglected.” “Aw rarity, it’s okay, you feed me enough when I’m here, and make sure that I don’t get into trouble. I just feel tired after school that’s all.” Sweetiebelle explained. “But every time you come home, you always sound tired.” Rarity explained,” I ask how was your day at school and you would just say it was okay in a soft sad voice.” Sweetiebelle began to remember those times, “I guess I know what your saying, but I’m okay with you being busy. I know that your always busy and trying to make a living.” “But Sweetiebelle you must understand. I’ve never realized how selfish I was with my time. I wanted to spend it most on what mattered to me most, fashion. Instead of you know,” walks up to her sister,” spending some more time with my sister.” Sweetiebelle let out a yawn.” Thanks sis.” A thought then popped into her head,” you know Sweetiebelle, are you interested in fashion?” Sweetiebelle yawned,” Yeah, I tried it a couple times but I just can’t get it right. I mean, have you seen the costumes I made at the talent show.” Rarity rolled her eyes,” well, of course, but at least you’ve got some kind of start. All you need is a little push in the right direction. That’s all.” “Yeah, but I’ll never be just like you Rarity.” Sweetie complained,” I just don’t have the talent.” “Aw, don’t say that,” Rarity cooed edging close to Sweetiebelle,” I’m sure we can figure something out together.” “You mean?” “Yes Sweetiebelle, as your oldest sister, I think I’d be a great opportunity to help you in your eye for fashion. These sorts of things just beg for improvement.” Sweetiebelle felt a warm feeling, inside. “Now, rest your mind little one. I’ll have to leave you here in bed, but only for about a half hour. Then you’ll feel the extraordinary final sensations of this treatment. Or at least, that’s what the book said.” Sweetiebelle didn’t say another word. She just smiled and began to dose off to sleep. “Sweet dreams little sister.” She whispered. Sweetiebelle felt at ease as she closed her eyes. She couldn’t wait to wake up again and bond with her sister a little more. As soon as she woke, she and Rarity would be designing fashion together. And maybe, just maybe if she’s lucky, could finally receive her cutie mark. Before Rarity left the room to leave the young filly at peace however; she decided to give her one more surprise. ---- Applejack followed close behind, following the spider on the dirt path to avoid crunching on leaves. For a native creature of these woods, it sure took a long time to go back to its nest. The path of exposed dirt went in almost like same as the paths of light. The road didn’t loop or twist like them, but with this new environment, it made Applejack a little dizzy. The madness finally reached and end when they climbed a steep hill. The orange pony saw patches of web in the trees and bushes, and could only sense a large web waiting at the top of that hill. She waited until the spider disappeared from her view to ascend the hill to the spider’s lair. Applejack felt cold at the sight she saw. She saw webs all around the area, in the tall branches, on the ground, and from trunk to trunk. holding captured prey in it’s webbing. Bats, wolves, birds, and other awfull things that live in this thick forest, were all on the menu for this arachnid. Sometimes the spider hung the prey upside, killing the prey with its own blood flow. The giant web in the center, consisted of a large spiraling system of threads that held up over a bowl like pit. The threads appeared to be thick and strong like bridge cables, that not only held it together but also the prey of the arachnid. There were numerous web wrapped animals on the table already. They were motionless and were the side dishes after the main course. Looking into the pit, Applejack saw that there were bare bones that littered the floor of the bowl. The spider picked up the prey and plopped it down on the center of the web. The beast felt his hunger and wanted to wait no longer. It began pulling away at the webbing. ---- For Sweetiebelle, she felt her sister unwrapping her exposing her body to the cold air. Rarity opened her mouth and aimed for the fillies tummy. But in the reality of the world she really was in, the spider exposed it’s drooled up fangs and moistened mouth to devour her. The filly couldn’t tell if she was about to be either tickled, or feel the pain of being disemboweled bit by bit. Applejack had to do something, and fast. She wanted to save Sweetiebelle, but at the same time didn’t want to die herself. She had said earlier that she would sacrifice herself for ponyvile, but that was only if time ran out. She didn’t expect this world to house a giant pony eating spider. She had to act fast now, or else Sweetiebelle was spider chow. Quickly looking around for something, the first thing that she could think of was driving the spider away with a distraction. Applejack picked up a large stick and chucked it far away from where she threw. The stick sailed through the air, and then created a loud cracking sound when it hit the ground. The sound interrupted the spider’s first bite of the meal, and caused it to turn around quickly. Applejack immediately took cover behind a nearby boulder. Her tail barely made it behind the rock when the spider looked in her direction. Applejack could hear the stepping of the 8 legged behemoth coming closer and closer to her. The spider was now walking over where Applejack hid, with its body hovering over. She held her breath again until it passed over. Now it was her chance to save Sweetiebelle. She didn’t exactly have a plan to begin with, but she was hoping that she could make it up as she went along. She ran for the spider web jumping into the pit of bones and moved to where she was underneath Sweetiebelle. The filly appeared to still be sleeping, but how in the world could she even sleep when there’s a giant pony eating spider in the area? The pony brushed the thought off and regained her focus. How was she going to get her off the web? Applejack’s thinking couldn’t get her this far. She decided to resort to pulling her off the web. The pony jumped up, but missed her bite. She tried again, missed again. She then heard the steps coming from somewhere, this was her last shot. She jumped and prayed hard to celestia that she could get it. And she did. The web was now in her mouth, all she had to do now was pull it off and run. She tugged hard at the cable threads, but soon she felt them give in, and soon after that they did give in. The threads snapped, and Applejack now had Sweetiebelle in her mouth. As she climbed out of the pit, the path to escaping the forest was blocked by the ravenous spider. Applejack froze in place, not making any sudden movements. The spider saw its main course in the mouth of what he saw to be the true main course. It let out a nasty hiss at Applejack. The beast slowly moved towards her, and Applejack began to back up as well. She stared deep into it’s beady red eyes, and they locked on her as its next prey. Applejack then drifted off to the right, going along the edge off the pit. She then noticed that the spider was now in front of her, and the path to escaping this dreadful forest was now open. The cow pony then turned around and darted towards the dirt path. The spider hissed again, and was now pursuing Applejack. ---- Though to Applejack she was still asleep, to Sweetiebelle she was only awake. Before Rarity could tickle her sister by blowing on her tummy, a crackling noise drew her away, causing her to wrap Sweetiebelle back up again. The next thing Sweetiebelle knew, she opened her eyes with the cucumbers sliding off her face, to see that Applejack was at her bed all panicking and sweating. Sweetiebelle had no idea what was happening, but before she could ask anything, the mare lifted her up from the mattress still in the towel and began to run off with her. Applejack then stopped, looking at her sister Rarity who was standing at the door. Applejack acted as if Rarity was a threat. “Oh, Applejack.” She said,” fancy meeting you here.” Applejack then backed up as Rarity began to approach her. “Well, we were just in the middle of a little spa treatment. I kind of want to spend the whole day with her since, you know, I’m such a busy pony.” She smiled revealing her teeth. Applejack didn’t respond, she continued to move backwards steering herself and steering Raritys movements. When Applejack positioned themselves, so Rarity was in front of her and the door way was behind her, she ran off with Sweetiebelle. “Applejack, wait!” Rarity cried,” Where ever are you going with my sister? Put her down!” Sweetiebelle turned her head to see that her sister was pursuing Applejack down the stairs. What did Applejack want with her? She thought. A flash of light then went through her head. For a split second, she saw a giant spider in place of her sister. Another flash came to her, this time the sceanery changed from the boutique to a dark forest. She shook her head to make sure that she wasn’t going nuts herself. Sweetiebelle began to feel the notion that something was out of place in her mind. This all felt all too real to her, but at the same time felt like… a dream. Her thoughts soon went deeper into the subject causing the world to ripple and distort around her. When Applejack made it to the bottom of the stairs, the world in Sweetiebelle’s head blew up in a flash of light. The dream had collapsed, and was no more. Sweetiebelle felt like her head was just waking up from the strange dream. As her eyes began to regain vision, she observed that she was no longer at Raritys. She appeared to be in a dark dead forest. She saw herself to be in a cocoon of a white sticky substance which she could barely move around around in. Sweetie saw that she was being carried by Applejack who was clearly running away from something; and when she turned her head back, she was shocked to see the spider that was chasing them. The little filly squealed at the horrible sight, alarming Applejack that she had awaken. The spider hissed again, now more determined to take back its meal. Applejack kept on running, going left and right, up and down on the dirt path. The spider could feel itself getting closer and closer to its victims the more it ran. Applejack felt like she was in deeper danger the more she ran. The cow pony had already forgotten how long the dirt path actually was, and felt like her legs were about to break any second. Sweetiebelle could only watch in shock and confusion as the spider approached, exposing its fearsome fangs. “Where is the road?” Applejack yelled with the thread in her mouth. After the next turn a few seconds later, Applejack spotted the brick road that she came off of. The orange mare felt her morale raise a little. The dirt path finally ended and she ran across the leaves and onto the rotten brick road. The pair made a sharp turn right, causing the arachnid to slam into a tree. Applejack kept on running, gaining a good head start. The spider roared an awful roar and charged after the ponies. Applejack didn’t want to look back and check how far back the beast was, for her heart could not take it if it was right on top of her. Then as if out of nowhere, she could see the cave that she emerged from when she came into the world. Finally, she was almost out of the woods… literally. Applejack slid into the door and tried to yank it open, but it wouldn’t budge. Stress stabbed into the stressed pony’s chest. The spider was coming in closer and closer, Sweetiebelle closed her eyes and screamed again. Applejack then spotted that the door had one of those bars to keep it from swinging open. She quickly pulled up on the lever, and thrust the door open. The spider was lunging in for the kill. They passed through the door, and the mare slammed the door closed into the spiders ugly face. The spiders impact shook the door, but Applejack kept the black door shut. Sweetiebelle, quaking in fear, slowly opened her eyes to see if they were eaten. It didn’t look like they were, but she saw that they were on some sort of path of light in some sort of outer space. Applejack slid down on the door, catching her breath. She couldn’t believe how dangerously close that was. Sweetiebelle looked over at Applejack on her side. “Applejack.” She said,” Where are we, and what’s going on?” She noticed that they both had a grey color scheme to their bodies,” And why do we look like a black and white film?” Applejack came off the door, finally catching her breath as she went over to release Sweetiebelle from the web. She grabbed it with her mouth, placed her front hooves on her, and ripped open her cocoon like a bag of tatter chips. Sweetiebelle felt her body finally freed, and the sweat the filly gained from the humidity within, came down her pelt. “I’m glad that yer finally awake.” Applejack said. Sweetiebelle raised an eye,” Wait, was I sleeping?!” Applejack nodded,” you were out cold little one, from the moment me and the spider found ya.” The little filly cringed a little just thinking about it.”So what exactly happened while I was asleep?” “Well, first off that monster found ya, then it spun ya into a sack, and dragged you to it’s nest for supper time.” Sweetiebelle then thought that those events sounded strikingly familiar, as if they just happened to her moments ago. It was as if the events that she had just dreamt, were a more pleasant version of what was really happening.”Huh,” she started,” That’s almost exactly like in my dream.” “What ya dream about?” Before she could answer, a voice came echoing through the realm of space, ”Time… is short. Time.” It moaned. The voice not only gave Sweetiebelle the shivers, but it reminded Applejack of something vital, time. She brought up the watch around her neck, and opened the golden cap. She felt her heart jump when it read 3:00. Had she really waisted an hour and a half in the forest, or was the watch broken? She didn’t want to take any chances, she turned to Sweetiebelle,”Actually sugarcube, we gotta move now.” Applejack stated with urgency. Sweetiebelle just shook her head,” Applejack, what’s going on, what’s the rush?” Applejack’s mind only thought of the gravy of the situation, but she couldn’t just go on without at least bringing her up to speed. “Alright,” she calmly began to explain,” your friends are in trouble, and time is short. I’ll give ya a short hoof version.” Sweetiebelle nodded,” Anything!” she urged,” just tell me.” “Long story short, If we don’t get out of here, we’ll be trapped in this dimension.” “Dimension?” Sweetie asked. “Yeah, and the only thing that Ah know is that it creates some sort of dream when yer in here. I don’t know what twilight means by a good dream that reflects the terrible. Kind of what your dream did.” Sweetiebelle looked up at Applejack thinking about the dream with Rarity,” Can I tell you about the dream?” Applejack wanted to desperately continue at the mission at hoof,“ Can ya please tell me on the way honey?” Applejack said with impatience,” Ahm sorry but time’s a short now.” Applejack picked the filly up and threw her onto her back. “Hang on!” she ordered. Sweetiebelle kept thinking about the dream. Her sister had just opened herself more to her and wanted to spend the whole day with her. In reality, it was all a dream, an illusion on the lid of the eye, and she was captured and almost eaten by a hairy spider. She wished that dream would become a true reality. Applejack was now running off with the filly on horseback. The unicorn still did not have a clear understanding of the full story, but she knew that something bad was in the air. Applejack had just moments ago had only a taste of what she was up against. Luckily she was able to find one of the crusaders, and hopefully she could have the same luck in finding the others. Her high confidence had merely underestimated the danger. The pony would rather not think any more about it, but it was the very first time that a brave pony like Applejack was for once in her life scared. Shaken like a leaf.