Twilight looked out over what was once her home. Ponyville had changed in the last ten years. What was once a pristine, pcturesque town had become a varitable fortress. And it was under attack. Legions of what could only be described as demons swarmed at and over the walls. The defenders fell one after another, their sacrifice needed to give her the time she needed for her to perform the spell she had prepared. Her brother stood at her door, a barrior cast.
Sadly, the barrior was no where near powerful enough to deal with the ones who wanted in. The shield and the doors shattered with explosive force. Shining Armor gave a shout of pain and then collapsed. The shards of wood flew out but were stopped by a deep blue aura. A beautiful white mare walked in. If Twilight was terrified at her brother's death, she was livid at who walked in.
"I that you were dead, Rarity," Twilight seethed. "In fact I buried you myself."
"Oh, poor dear. I'm not that marshmellow fluff," the mare said. "I am the darkness that was within her heart. I am Cruelty."
"I much prefered Rarity to you," Twilight growled. "And I assume that you're not the only one of my lost friends that He has changed."
"You're quite right 'sugarcube'" a pale orange pony said, following the white mare in. This one resembled one of Twilight's friends as well, Applejack. But instead of a blond mane, her mane was angry fire. "Pleased to meet ya' Twilight Sparkle. I'm Pyrojack."
More twisted versions of her friends came walking in. Twilight bit back a cry of anguish, despair and rage with each one. Her friends returned from the grave, only to be turned to a darkness fouler than the depths of Tartarus. What followed next was even worse. After the Dark Five came in they parted, faced the door, and bowed their heads. In swept two beauiful alicorn mares. One was pure black, a midnight blue mane waving in an unseen breeze. She had a crescent moon cutie mark, and had been the subject of children's horror stories for most of a thousand years. She was Nightmare Moon. The other was a painful white. Her mane was the colors of a fierce fire, waving in the same breeze as her sister's. She was once known as Celestia, but within the last two years, she had earned a new name. She was the Imperical Sun. Twilight collapsed and started to cry, as the seven twisted and evil images of her friends and mentor laughed, the room grew suddenly cold. The seven stopped their mocking and bowed to the creature that entered the room, Nightmare Moon and Imerical Sun shallower. In walked the newest nightmare. An alicorn stallion, taller and older looking than either of the mares, his coat was black as tar and his mane and tail were flame. He looked upon the purple alicorn before him and laughed in the most derisive way imaginable.
"So the great Twilight Sparkle falls to pieces upon the sight of what she should have known forever," the dark stallion sneered. Twilight glared at him and muttered some dark curses. "Now don't be like that child. You had to have known this is how this had to happen. Each of your friends I turned shortly before they died. But you? You were the only one that I couldn't recreate and turn." He raised his head and looked down on Twilight. "You are the only one that I need to kill myself."
Twilight seethed. Never before in her life had such rage, and hatred filled her. Her mane started to flow in the same wind as the elder alicorns'. Her eyes started to glow, as did her cutie mark. "How dare you? How dare you do this, Chaos?! How DARE YOU?!" she roared. As the last word left her lips, a massive blast of magic left her horn. The force of it knocked the dark mockeries of her friends into the front wall with the force of a bullet. The two alicorn sisters were knocked off their feet, even Chaos fell back a step. The magic in the blast initiated the spell Twilight was preparing. A spiral ripped open, a hole in the fabric of time and space. She glanced back at Chaos and leapt through. Chaos regained his feet, and sent a blast of Dark Fire through after her.
10 years in the past, the hole opened out into the study of an elderly unicorn. He looked up, not the least bit surprised. The older Twilight Sparkle stepped through. She looked up to see the same unicorn she had not seen in over nine years. Star Swirl the Bearded stood and gathered his staff. "I thought this would happen. I'll contact Fatewing." Twilight smiled in gratitude, up until the Dark Fire made contact. It stuck to her, flame a deep blue and clingy as glue. She screamed as it consumed her. The scream held such primal pain that it echoed through time and space to wake her younger self.
Twilight Sparkle awoke in her palace bed, cold sweat beaded on her brow and back. She heaved a few, inexplicably fearful, breathes. Spike looked up.
"Is everything okay, Twilight?" he asked.
"I'm not sure, Spike," she replied, gazing out her window. "I'm not sure."