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Depths
“Are we there yet?” Spike asked.
Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes. Shooting an annoyed look over at Spike, who sat cross armed on her back, she said: “Spike, for the fifth time, it’s just over the horizon.”
“That’s what you said two hours ago!”
Twilight let out an exasperated sigh and flapped her wings, flying further into the expanse of deep blue ocean that stretched in every direction away from the two of them. Everything was gloomy, despite the sun being high up above the horizon. Its feeble light had rendered the sky a whitish-gray color.
“You’ll know when we reach it,” Twilight said.
“Really…” Spike snorted. “How long have we been flying again?”
“Five days, twelve hours, thirty-seven minutes, eight seconds and counting,” Twilight immediately replied.
“And how long was your estimate? Three days?”
“Yes, Spike.” Twilight looked over her shoulders again. Spike was frowning now.
“And your estimates were never wrong.”
Twilight narrowed her eyes. “What are you getting at?”
“You’re wrong, Twilight. There’s nothing out here!” Spike shot forward suddenly, ending up on his fours, his slitted eyes looming large in her view. “Let’s just face it; you’re in way over your head.”
Twilight shook her head. “No, I can feel it.”
Come.
“We should just turn back—”
“No!” Twilight glared at the young dragon, pushing against his small snout. “Not when I’m this close!”
Spike returned her glare, an unimpressed look on his face. “The cure isn’t out here. We should head back to Princess Cel—”
“No!” Twilight screamed and turned to face the deep blue expanse.
In the back, Spike sighed. Twilight ignored him, deciding to concentrate on her flying. For the next two hours, things were mercifully quiet. A dark line appeared and grew on the horizon. It soon became a squall, thick with black oily clouds that strobed with occasional but periodic lightning.
You are near.
Twilight’s breath hitched in her throat. She redoubled the beats of her wings, speeding her way towards the storm. The cure was almost at… hoof. Soon, she would be rid of them. She would be rid of them and she would not be called a m—
“You’re making a big mistake, Twilight,” a new feminine voice said.
Blood turned to ice. Twilight turned around so fast quickly that she was amazed that she had not snapped her own neck. Piercing violet eyes stared into hers. Stared into her soul. Implored. Twilight stared slack jawed at Twilight Sparkle. It was several moments before Twilight found her voice:
“I-I’m not.”
The clouds grew closer and closer. Twilight turned away from her doppelganger.
“I have to do this,” she said.
Twilight felt the weight—now four-fold of Spike’s—shifted on her back. She felt a muzzle bury into her mane.
“You don’t have to…” the feminine voice— her voice said. “Please… turn back.”
You are almost there. Come to me.
Twilight shook her head once again. “I can’t turn back!”
Embrace me.
There was a sigh and Twilight felt the warm expelled breath of her doppelganger on her neck. The roiling black cloud clouds grew further more. A roar grew louder and louder. She was really close.
The clouds surrounded them now. Lightning flashed in alarming proximity, lighting up an enormous maelstrom. The many booms of thunder were nearly deafening. Twilight flapped her wings harder.
“Twilight, you can still turn back,” a new voice, soft and motherly, said. “This isn’t a cure.”
Twilight’s heart fell. The weight redoubled. Tears welled in her eyes.
Listen not to her lies.
Twilight angled her wings and dived. She held her head stiffly. She did not want to turn around. She could not face her. A tear fell and soaked into the coat of her neck. The maelstrom loomed.
“I’m sorry, Celestia.”
Twilight’s outstretched paw and claw broke the water surface. Her long serpentine body sank, sucked in by the currents. She would be with Him soon, down in the depths, where He slumbers.
Embrace Chaos.
Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes. Shooting an annoyed look over at Spike, who sat cross armed on her back, she said: “Spike, for the fifth time, it’s just over the horizon.”
“That’s what you said two hours ago!”
Twilight let out an exasperated sigh and flapped her wings, flying further into the expanse of deep blue ocean that stretched in every direction away from the two of them. Everything was gloomy, despite the sun being high up above the horizon. Its feeble light had rendered the sky a whitish-gray color.
“You’ll know when we reach it,” Twilight said.
“Really…” Spike snorted. “How long have we been flying again?”
“Five days, twelve hours, thirty-seven minutes, eight seconds and counting,” Twilight immediately replied.
“And how long was your estimate? Three days?”
“Yes, Spike.” Twilight looked over her shoulders again. Spike was frowning now.
“And your estimates were never wrong.”
Twilight narrowed her eyes. “What are you getting at?”
“You’re wrong, Twilight. There’s nothing out here!” Spike shot forward suddenly, ending up on his fours, his slitted eyes looming large in her view. “Let’s just face it; you’re in way over your head.”
Twilight shook her head. “No, I can feel it.”
Come.
“We should just turn back—”
“No!” Twilight glared at the young dragon, pushing against his small snout. “Not when I’m this close!”
Spike returned her glare, an unimpressed look on his face. “The cure isn’t out here. We should head back to Princess Cel—”
“No!” Twilight screamed and turned to face the deep blue expanse.
In the back, Spike sighed. Twilight ignored him, deciding to concentrate on her flying. For the next two hours, things were mercifully quiet. A dark line appeared and grew on the horizon. It soon became a squall, thick with black oily clouds that strobed with occasional but periodic lightning.
You are near.
Twilight’s breath hitched in her throat. She redoubled the beats of her wings, speeding her way towards the storm. The cure was almost at… hoof. Soon, she would be rid of them. She would be rid of them and she would not be called a m—
“You’re making a big mistake, Twilight,” a new feminine voice said.
Blood turned to ice. Twilight turned around so fast quickly that she was amazed that she had not snapped her own neck. Piercing violet eyes stared into hers. Stared into her soul. Implored. Twilight stared slack jawed at Twilight Sparkle. It was several moments before Twilight found her voice:
“I-I’m not.”
The clouds grew closer and closer. Twilight turned away from her doppelganger.
“I have to do this,” she said.
Twilight felt the weight—now four-fold of Spike’s—shifted on her back. She felt a muzzle bury into her mane.
“You don’t have to…” the feminine voice— her voice said. “Please… turn back.”
You are almost there. Come to me.
Twilight shook her head once again. “I can’t turn back!”
Embrace me.
There was a sigh and Twilight felt the warm expelled breath of her doppelganger on her neck. The roiling black cloud clouds grew further more. A roar grew louder and louder. She was really close.
The clouds surrounded them now. Lightning flashed in alarming proximity, lighting up an enormous maelstrom. The many booms of thunder were nearly deafening. Twilight flapped her wings harder.
“Twilight, you can still turn back,” a new voice, soft and motherly, said. “This isn’t a cure.”
Twilight’s heart fell. The weight redoubled. Tears welled in her eyes.
Listen not to her lies.
Twilight angled her wings and dived. She held her head stiffly. She did not want to turn around. She could not face her. A tear fell and soaked into the coat of her neck. The maelstrom loomed.
“I’m sorry, Celestia.”
Twilight’s outstretched paw and claw broke the water surface. Her long serpentine body sank, sucked in by the currents. She would be with Him soon, down in the depths, where He slumbers.
Embrace Chaos.