She found herself in a pained delirious state, her body unwilling to respond as she was dragged away by the equine. She should have been fine, her body contained genetically engineered bacteria and viruses that specifically targeted microbial threats to her life.
Moaning in pain she was dropped with a thud on a slab of stone as her insides burned, her microscopic defenders failing in their duty. The world spinned in place and she turned to vomit again before, with a suddenness that stole her breath, she felt well.
Her body felt lighter and the world suddenly seemed more vibrant, happier. With a shocking weakness she turned to look at the equine as a strange presence soothed her and helped to heal the damage done.
The Equine would mutter at times, grunts and whinnies and neighs, nothing she could understand of course. With an odd lurching in her belly she began to feel something, a connection to the Equ- Pony. She was a Pony.
The revelation came slowly as the little Pony scribbled and muttered under her breath, knickers became tuts and neighs became sighs or yawns. After what must have been hours the Pony turned to her and smiled warmly and wished her a good night before turning and trotting away.
Then the world was simply darkness and she was alone with her thoughts.
Twilight looked at the strange thing on the table as Luna looked on eagerly. Upon arriving at the Crystal Empire the purple mare had been whisked away into a small dark room the Princess of the moon had commandeered. In a remarkably short time she had found the opportunity to add heavy black curtains to the cold crystal chamber and fit the bed with a moon themed bedspread that would not look amiss on the bed of a filly in her Goth phase.
Not that Twilight would know anything about that of course.
“Its beeping” The esteemed Princess of the Night and Grand Commander of the Equestrian forces added, she must assume she was helpful mused Twilight the very lacking in fancy titles.
“Yes it seems to be sending out some sort of distress signal on a wavelength I can't capture” the strange black boxy cylinder currently sat next to a state of the art brass computational device slash radio and the purple pony was doing her best to work out what exactly the black box was doing.
Less than an hour before Twilight had arrived Luna had decided she was bored and had pushed, in her words “a bunch of buttons” on the black box and when it had responded with an unknown dialectic she had simply opted to push more buttons eager to see how it would respond.
Twilight had almost never been quite so angry in her life but the larger alicorn seemed immune to her lecture on what not to do with things not understood. It was rather hard to remain angry at someone that just did not fundamentally understand they were wrong.
Twilight would have a very long session moaning to her friends about Luna when she got home she resolved. Identifying all the characters located on the screen Twilight looked over the scroll containing the unknown language and tried to match it with any of the various languages and dialects she knew cross referencing with a comprehensive book on the subject.
“Can you stop it beeping?” Luna asked hopefully as Twilight resisted the urge to bang her head on the table before her.
Star Seed activated, User not recognized, No genetic match, logging out..
Rebooting system, Genetic library found, data corruption 13%.
Fabrication library found, data corruption 36%
Micro fabricator found
Genetic sequencer found
School System damaged! Replace School System
Custodian AI not found
Capsule not found
Logging user, USER3 please enter a password now and register your account with the local administration. Password ttfw7wdYdw93hfT
USER3 please enter password again to send account to local administration for acctivation: fiaepjhgyefaj
Incorrect password, please enter password now.
Oigahehougheufofeaf.
Incorrect password, please enter password now.
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USER3 Locked, scanning, USER3 marked for unlawful access to a class1 system, scanning for authority...
Authority found, activating long range alarm.
USER3 be advised that you have been marked for the local authority, please have a nice day.
KEYBOARD LOCKED.
Shining Armour took measured steps into the darkness his eyes darting around the gloomy place in the uncertain light of his glowing horn. Drip, drip, drip. The quiet was steadily broken by some leak or spill that sounded nothing but oppressive to the Princes well trained ears.
His hooffalls felt louder than they had any right to be, a telling Clip, clop. That did nothing to calm his nerves as he trotted down into this dark place with two of his best at his flank. The cellar was large, row upon row of wine racks, bookshelves and odd looking arcane equipment, the martial prince could identify most if not by name. His sister had once had a place like this in his home in canterlot.
Nodding his head in the gloom towards the rows of wine his subordinates trotted into the cellar there eyes perked and there eyes open for any movement in the shadows. Armour had been approached by a old stallion raving about a demon in his basement and had heroically rushed to the rescue expecting a rat infestation or perhaps a drunk pony with a hangover.
The ground shaking pounding and inequine grunts of exertion had not been expected, nor did the prince expect the overwhelming darkness within the underground space.
Approaching the lab in the back of the cellar Shining looked down his horn lighting up only a small area before him, it was with a trained eye that he identified a broken containment rune. One reinforced and meant to contain the stronger demons.
Something clicked behind him. With grace that only came from years of drill and discipline the stallion turned and drew his blade with a magical flourish. With a roar the stallion looked at whatever had snuck up behind him and whatever had gotten out of that rune circle.
He came face to face with himself, reflected in a towering monsters face with the red glow of his horn casting dark shadows across its body of pale bone.
His sword clang uselessly upon its body and clattered to the floor the light from his horn going out.