The Maze
Getting Out by Going Through
Twilight Sparkle grimaced as she nearly tripped over some unseen obstacle, the third such time that had occurred in the last few minutes. “Pinkie, would you mind telling me where we’re going?”
Somewhere near her, Pinkie Pie giggled, and Twilight could hear her friend bouncing up and down, as she often did. “It’s a surprise, silly!”
Behind the privacy of her blindfold, Twilight rolled her eyes.
“And no rolling your eyes at me!” Pinkie said, causing Twilight to frown.
“How did you – “
“I didn’t!” Pinkie admitted. “But you’re my friend, Twilight. I don’t have to see you to know what you’re thinking or doing!”
Feeling more than a little disturbed by that declaration, Twilight suppressed a shiver. “Is it somewhere in Ponyville?” she asked. "It seems like we're going a long way from the Castle."
“Nope! We needed a lot more space for this! You’ll see!”
After several minutes’ walk, Pinkie finally ordered Twilight to stop.
“Here we are!” she shouted, reaching up to pull the blindfold off Twilight’s head. “Ta-da!”
Twilight felt the cold fist of fear reach out to clench her heart. “It’s…it’s…”
“It’s a maze!” Pinkie said, her party cannon appearing to fire off a load of confetti. “Just for your birthday!”
Twilight looked at the entrance to the maze, then at Pinkie, then back to the maze, then back to Pinkie.
“If this is supposed to be a joke, it’s not funny,” Twilight snapped.
“It’s not a joke, darling,” Rarity said, walking out of the entrance to the maze. “It’s your birthday present!”
Twilight felt a surge of anger upon seeing Rarity, but she wasn't sure why.
“And we’ve been working hard on it for weeks,” Fluttershy added, coming in for a landing next to Pinkie and Rarity. “Discord was a big help.”
“You…you had Discord make the maze?” Twilight felt like her world was spinning. “Do none of you remember the last time he made a maze!? Did you forget what happened to all of you?!”
What happened to me…a small voice in her mind added.
“Of course we didn’t forget,” Applejack said, having appeared from somewhere; Twilight didn’t recall seeing the farmer trot up. “But hey, just because that maze was bad doesn’t mean they’re all bad. Remember that maze we did for Nightmare Night not too long ago?"
Twilight felt herself growing angrier. "That was different - you made that maze, Applejack! I just...girls, I thought you were my friends!”
“We are,” Rainbow Dash said, having flown up behind her. “And that’s why we’re giving you the best birthday present we can.”
With the crack of a teleport, Starlight Glimmer appeared in front of Twilight. She took a moment to straighten her mane, then fixed Twilight with a steady look. “Don’t worry, Twilight. I made sure it was safe.”
Twilight wanted to turn and run, but her anger and fear were holding her rooted to the spot. As she looked, the entrance to the maze seemed to twist and warp, growing darker as it called to her.
“Girls, I…”
“Look, you’ll be fine,” Rarity said, coming forward to give Twilight a hug. “Just trust your friends,” she added with a whisper.
Twilight pushed Rarity away, drawing a hurt glance from the unicorn.
“Okay, less talking, more exploring!” Pinkie bounced forward, bearing what looked like a harness. “Now, to make sure you don’t break the rules, I’m going to put this on you.”
“I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this!” Twilight shouted, trying to resist.
It was Starlight of all ponies who betrayed her, immobilizing her with a spell. Pinkie fastened the harness around Twilight’s barrel, the straps holding her wings down. Once the harness was tight, Applejack tied a heavy lead balloon to the bottom.
“That’s to keep you from trying to fly out,” the farmer explained. “You can take it off once you get to the center, where the Garden is.”
“Oh dear, we didn’t explain the rules to her,” Rarity pointed out.
"Can't somepony besides Rarity say something?" Twilight snapped.
"Now wait a minute -" Applejack began, but Rarity raised a forehoof to silence her.
"It's all right," she said. "I know she doesn't mean it."
"Of course I mean it!"
Rarity fixed her with a look, so firm and full of steel that Twilight let her protest die in her throat.
Why am I so mad at her, anyway?
Possibly to spare Rarity any further interruptions, Starlight extended the immobilization spell to Twilight's mouth.
“Twilight, darling, this maze is very simple," Rarity continued. "You need to make your way to the center, where the Garden of Release is located. There are several tests and trials along the way. Once you get to the Garden, you’ll encounter the Puzzle of The Mind. When you finish that, the harness will release, and you’ll be able to leave…if you want.”
And why wouldn’t I want to leave?
“Don’t go trying to remove the harness with magic,” Applejack warned. “It won’t go well if you do.”
“And no teleporting out,” Rainbow Dash added. “We made sure that also won’t work.”
Still immobilized from Starlight’s spell, Twilight could only dart her eyes around in panic, hoping against hope that any one of her friends would come to her aid.
“This is for the best, dear,” Rarity said, smiling weakly. “Starlight, if you would?”
Twilight tried to plead with a look, begging Starlight to release her grip, but her former student would not be swayed.
“Remember, I tested it myself,” she said, as she moved Twilight’s frozen form past the start of the maze, the tone of her voice curiously soft. “Nothing inside of the maze will hurt you.”
“Good luck, Twilight,” Fluttershy called. The tender pegasus looked as though she were about to cry. “We’re all cheering for you.”
Starlight cut her spell. Before Twilight could even start to run back to the entrance, a wall of greenery slammed upward, cutting off her escape. Twilight ran toward it anyway, trying to blast a hole in the wall with her magic.
It bounced off, the beam ricocheting off the walls before burrowing into the ground near Twilight’s hooves.
The injustice of what her so-called friends had just done to her tore at her mind, and almost without thinking she raised her head to the sky and screamed.
She screamed, and screamed, and pounded her hooves on the ground until she was sore. “You’re supposed to be my friends!” she shouted. “Friends don’t make their friends suffer!”
No reply came. She didn’t know if they could hear her.
She wasn’t sure if she cared. They obviously didn’t.
After several more minutes of alternating between anger and tears, she finally got back to her hooves, icy determination filling her veins.
“I’ll show them,” she muttered. “I’m going to get out of here, and then I’m going to put them in this maze. We’ll see how they like it then!”
Setting off at a gentle trot, she came to the first fork in the maze. To her left, a wide, yawning pit gaped in the ground. She carefully stepped toward it, peering in the bottom. Several large alligators were sleeping below. Grimacing, she stepped back, turning toward the right.
That way was blocked by a shimmering field, which made her uneasy. She tried to probe around the edges of it, but couldn’t get any sort of feedback as to just what kind of field it was.
“This is just great,” Twilight muttered. “Pit of alligator doom to my left, field of unknown doom to my right. Really great maze here!” She shouted that last part, still not caring if anyone actually heard her.
Knowing Discord had constructed the maze made her very reluctant to try to pass through the field on the right. The less she interacted with his brand of ‘humor’, the better.
Seeing no alternative, she turned, took a breath, and took off at a run, intending to leap over the alligator pit.
Too late, she recalled the lead balloon strapped to the harness. As her back hooves left the edge, she felt it dragging her down, her leap falling short of the other side as she plunged downward. She moved to use her wings, before recalling the harness itself that pinned those wings to her sides.
She screamed as the world blurred, turning to blackness.
One heartbeat. A second. With a pop, she re-appeared back at the fork in the maze, unharmed.
It took her a few minutes to calm her racing heart, having just avoided what had felt like certain death.
“Okay…” she finally said. "I guess Starlight wasn't lying about the maze, not that it makes me feel any better. Field of unknown doom it is.”
As she turned to go right, she discovered that the field, whatever it had been, was gone.
“Very funny, Discord,” Twilight muttered. She took a few ginger steps forward, half-expecting the field to reappear at any moment. When it didn’t, she quickly moved on.
It was a few minutes before she encountered the next challenge. Unlike before, there was no fork in the path this time…only a field of lava that stretched before her.
A quick examination revealed two ways to cross it. A small wooden raft, which was resting on the ground just next to where the lava began, and a zip line, which ran the length of the field, leading to a pile of pillows on the far side.
“Hah,” she spat. “Like I’m going to put the wooden raft in the lava. Real challenge here, Discord.”
A brief flicker of doubt entered her mind, however, the memory of the last challenge coming back to her. She’d chosen what had seemed to be the logical, safe way, only to somehow fail.
Was the raft the safer option, somehow?
No, it can’t be, she thought. Discord’s just trying to trick me still. Pushing the doubt away, she walked up the steps to the top of the small tower where the zip-line was attached. Grasping the handles with her hooves, she took a breath, closed her eyes, and pushed off.
The whirr of the wheels overhead joined with the wind fluttering in her ears as she picked up speed, the far end of the lava pool growing closer. As she neared the finish, she felt the rope bowing down more and more, the tension going slack and the zip-line slowing.
Just before she would have been safe, the handle she was gripping stopped, then rolled backward a little. Much like with the alligator pit, her increased weight was the problem – the last section of rope was now higher than her current spot. She swung back and forth, trying to build the needed momentum, but it proved useless.
“This is just great!” she shouted, hanging there, feeling the fatigue building in her hooves.
Rainbow Dash had said she couldn’t teleport out…but maybe she could teleport inside the maze?
With a look down at the alternative, she gulped, and charged her horn.
The crack of her teleportation landed her on the bank she’d been trying to reach. She felt a brief burst of elation, only for it to be squelched as some unseen forced grabbed her, pulling her all the way back across the lava pool to the side where she’d started.
“I give up,” she muttered. She levitated the small raft into the lava, expecting it to catch fire. When it didn’t, she gingerly placed one hoof on it, then two. Only after she was sure it wasn’t going to sink did she put her full weight on it.
The same force that had returned her to the starting point now gently guided the raft through the lava, depositing her at the far bank without incident.
There were several more traps after that, each as frustrating as the last. Her first choices were the logical ones - driven by the distrust and anger she was feeling - but the restrictions placed upon her continued to contribute to failure.
“I hope I’m near this Garden,” she muttered, the exhaustion from several near-death experiences beginning to set in. While Starlight hadn't lied when she'd said the maze couldn't hurt her, the mental scars were taking their toll on Twilight, and her anger was as potent as ever.
She rounded another corner, and saw what had to be the Garden of Release. Earlier, she would have ran to it, but now she stepped carefully, keeping her eyes peeled for traps.
Failing to encounter any was not a comfort.
In contrast to the maze thus far, which had been dark and foreboding, the Garden of Release was almost serene. A few songbirds – Fluttershy’s friends, no doubt – chirped in the small shrubs that dotted the area. The rough and untamed walls of green that had made up the maze were replaced here with soft green grass and neatly trimmed shrubbery.
At the very center of the garden, there was a small clearing, which was surrounded by another magical field of some sort. Twilight began to circle the field, finally spotting a small table that had been placed before it on one side.
She walked up to the table. Resting on its surface was a small box, which was plain apart from neat, gilded lettering embossed on the lid.
It read: The Lies I Tell Myself
Frowning, she used her magic to float the top off.
“It’s a puzzle,” she said. “This is the Puzzle of The Mind? Hah! I love puzzles!” Looking around, she called out, “This is a really bad trap!”
But no one was there to answer.
With a sigh, she emptied the box onto the table, and began to put the pieces together. She wasn’t sure what the picture was just yet, but it didn’t matter. Twilight was indeed a master of puzzles, and this one quickly fell to her skill.
Pushing the last piece into place, she took a step back to see just what she’d put together.
The realization was as quick as it was cutting. Her eyes widened as she saw what the puzzle depicted – Rarity, draped on a stretcher, being carried away by medical ponies.
“No,” she whispered, trying to turn away, but magic was at work, and it held her steady.
The image on the puzzle changed to show Spike, his head wrapped in bandages as he sat next to Rarity’s beside in the hospital. The look on his face was one of sadness and regret.
“No, no, no!” she cried, trying to close her eyes. “Please, no!” She'd seen these images before in her nightmares, and she held no desire to see them again.
Twilight saw herself appear, a look of hate on her features as she blasted Rarity and Spike away with cruel magic. The picture changed again, showing her friend and adopted brother disappear behind a mountain of rubble as roof of the tunnel they were in collapsed, cutting them off.
“Please, no!” she screamed, for the pictures now moved, and she saw herself turn back to the glowing light that filled the cave the evil Twilight was in. “Go back for them! Save them!”
The Twilight in the moving puzzle paused, and for a moment Twilight thought the picture had heard somehow.
When the figured turned, she realized it had.
“I already have,” the photo Twilight said, smiling sadly. “We saved them. Now it’s time to save yourself.”
“I don’t know how!!” the real Twilight screamed. “I don’t…I can’t!”
“You can.” The other Twilight’s eyes were pleading now. “All you have to do is admit it was never your fault.”
The words burned Twilight, tearing at the walls she’d built around her heart and mind in a futile attempt to protect herself. As she continued to watch, the scene changed, revealing that it had been Rarity who had rushed toward the book they’d found in the cave. Revealed how Twilight had cried out for her to stop, told how Twilight had deflected the curse that had exploded out when the cover was opened, taking the pain upon herself to spare her friends. The scene of Twilight pushing Spike and Rarity away was different now, with Twilight’s desperation evident in her face as she used the last of her strength to try and get Spike and Rarity clear of the cave before the curse took full hold, while collapsing the tunnel entrance to ensure the dark magic could not escape.
The real Twilight was crying now, feeling that same curse that had ravaged her mind being burned out by the cold light of the truth. She felt the harness around her fade away, the weight of the lead balloon disappearing with it as her guilt was lifted.
The Puzzle of the Mind disappeared as well, leaving an exhausted Twilight alone in the Garden of Release, with the melodies of the songbirds filling her ears.
As she continued to cry, trails of black flowed out with the tears, the now-vanquished curse leaving her weakened body. The pools of black soaked into the ground below her, warping and twisting the once-perfect grass into a cruel mockery of itself.
"You're free now, Twilight."
Twilight looked up.
Rarity stood near the center of the garden, wearing a look of such unrestrained love and compassion that Twilight had to close her eyes and turn away, feeling unworthy.
"None of that, Twilight." Rarity settled down next to Twilight, bringing one forehoof up to gently caress Twilight's mane. "Though I suppose I did ask Luna to make it so I looked like I just came from the spa, so perhaps the brilliance of my coat was too much?"
Twilight made a wet snort, smiling in spite of her feelings. "She may have overdone it just a touch."
"Oh dear. That simply won't do. Well, I'll have to have a word with her."
"This is a dream, then?"
"It was the only way to reach you."
"Is Spike...?"
"Spike is fine. We both are. A little banged up, perhaps, but given the stress you were under at the time, I'll mostly forgive you for your aim."
Twilight opened one eye, looking up at Rarity, who was smiling through her own tears.
"That was a little joke. Mostly."
It had the intended effect. Twilight felt her heart began to ease, as her mind started to accept that Rarity was both okay and didn't hate her.
"Were you...earlier...?"
"Yes. All of us pitched in to help, though Luna told us we had to stick to our roles."
"Then I hurt you again," Twilight said, closing her eye once more. "I hurt all of you."
"You were not yourself." Rarity's voice was sharp, but not unkind. "The curse you were fighting was strong, Twilight. Celestia and Luna combined were not able to break it, nor were various other ponies that care about you. I'm told Starlight came close out of sheer anger, but even she had to concede defeat. The only one that could free you...was you."
"How long?"
"A little more than three weeks."
Her mind mulled that over. Opening her eyes, she saw that the field around the center of the Garden was gone. A pulsing light glowed in the center, waiting to take her home. All she had to do was step forward, and leave.
Below her, the tainted grass still writhed, the curse waiting for her to offer it home again. As horrible as it was, it was also familiar to her now, comforting in a twisted sort of way.
And now she fully understood what Rarity had meant, when she had said Twilight could leave if she chose to.
"I do hope you'll come back to us. It's been dreadfully lonely without you," Rarity said. "But this has to be your choice." She stood, walking toward the light that marked the exit. "I shan't say goodbye, that's far too final. How about farewell for now?"
Entering the light, she disappeared.
Twilight was alone again. A flicker of doubt scrabbled for a hold in her very soul, the curse pleading with her to stay.
The call of her friends - of Rarity in particular - was stronger.
Pushing herself to her hooves, she wiped at her eyes, sniffed once…and walked into the light.