*Yūkan*

Yūkan stumbles down the hall tired and scratched. Sweetie has woken up every so often to only pass out later as they continue their trek. Truly he never knew he could go so long with out something appearing. So figuring the no longer Tsumetai would likely end up somewhere different if he hasn't caught on to the ruse.

He sets the filly down and sits Indian style before her. He's still not sure how she was able to do that, but he hopes she'll be able to do it again when the time arises. Or something like. From what he can tell doing something like that has really drained her of her magic.

Or that's what he assumes.

"Heh... if only a had a mana potion in my infinite bag." He says chuckling rubbing the filly's side, "At least you helped me out of a pickle. Rest up well S.B."

He sits there and looks around the area he's in. Barren dirt walls that almost seem about to give way to a cave it, worms coming through the earth and the occasional rumbling from within the cave itself. The odd light that seems to always be on is present too. He just can't put his finger on the light. Just something about it doesn't seem all that natural. Than again, when is anything down here natural.

"God... So much is happening... so much has happened. I don't know about Elza anymore... I know Tsumetai is no longer... with us. Only a parasite using his skin. I figured he would be more careful, but the way he always act cool.

He takes a deep breath, holds it, and lets it out towards the ceiling. At that moment he makes a prayer. Not to the gods again. But to the forces that bind this cave to all its laws.

He prays for an exit, for a ending for everything. And unlike the gods before.

The cave listens.

*Sweetie Belle*

Surrounded by blackness while floating aimlessly, Sweetie continues to look around her environment for more white orbs. It seems with every white orb she collects she becomes more awake. Its almost like playing a game. She's not sure if its the same white orb every time for they, or it, seems bigger every time she finds one.

She had once heard stories of a place like this. Something about a magic coma or something like that. The thought of magic brings a smile to her mouth. She couldn't believe what she had done. Never have used magic before,till now, was amazing and to boot she did something she considered completely impossible. And from the look on Yūkan's face he was proud, amazed, and shocked about what she did.

She couldn't wait to wake up, and hopefully stay awake, and ask what Yūkan thought. She than remembers that she can't actually talk.

I wonder if he still has my rock... probably not...

She looks around to see another orb bigger than before. At first she was freaking out when she was here and ended up flailing about and going all different direction and eventually getting sick. She finally calmed herself and managed to learn how to mover herself in a place like this. The way she thrust and points is how she moves. To go up and down she kind of have to will herself if she's already going one direction. To stop she has to imagine herself stopping.

She was happy that it wasn't a complex method to where there's floors everywhere and she has to walk along them feeling her way through or fall to her death. That would suck, like majorly.

She kept up this method of floating, collect, wake, and fall back to sleep. She was sure she was starting to get on Yūkan's nerve and hoped he would forgive her. As she approaches the orb her world becomes whites and a door appears before her. She floats into and falls flat on her face.

Who turned on the gravity...

She groans and slowly gets up. She looks around and sees nothing but whiteness. She walks to the right and walks face first into a wall. She backs up walks the other way and walks into another wall. So she considers logically she's in a boxed room with a ceiling and everything. She turns back and goes for the door to see its not there.

I know this isn't my mind. I know I'm smarter than this

"And you are correct." A female monotone voice says from above.

Sweetie looks up to see nothing up their. Of course she wouldn't. What mystical voice from above would actually show itself while its speaking. Plus apparently it can hear her thoughts.

"She. She can hear your thoughts." The voice says correcting Sweetie's thoughts.

Right.

Sweetie sits down and shakes her head waiting for the voice to answer her question before she asks it.

"This is your magic area. This is where all your magic is stored and is called upon. It is deep within you. So deep and so small that nobody would be able to pick up on it." The voice lectures, "And inside there is the being of which watches over your mana reserves. And as you see, you have depleted yours."

Sweetie looks around the still empty room. She never knew this much about magic. But wait... if she's so small and deep inside herself why is she here of all places? She also knows that magic is due to stamina so the more tired you are the less effective the magic is.

"Which is true at most, but not entirely. You see. Your mana reserves is based upon the magic in your body. And a filly as young as you are shouldn't be able to produce magic of high degree for you only have a small amount within you plus it doesn't regenerate as fast as it would an older unicorn or being of magic."

Sweetie nods her head understanding what is being said. Though that still doesn't explain.

"Well, you used all of your mana and left a permanent scar in it. Practically saying this room shouldn't even exist and yet it does. You are a very special unicorn Sweetie Belle. Which is the reason why I'm here."

Sweetie cocks her head. She had only assumed that all the areas like this in everbody had a talking person in it. She had said a being watches over the mana reserve.

"Yes, I did. That something that watches over it. I'm not a something. I am a specific person with a specific name with a specific gender and so on and so forth. I shouldn't be here and neither should you. Apparently I have been sleeping in here as much as I have gathered."

Than why are you no actually here. You're just a disembodied voice.

"I have no answer for that. I know so much, but at the same time I know so little. I haven't been alive long enough to know why I am here. It only feels as if something is suppose to happen before you can see me. Like you have to will to see me."

Sweetie harrumph and shakes her head. Nothing has ever been easy when it comes to magic and god like beings and etc.
Why can't there be like an on and off switch for you... You know flick it to show you and not show you.

The more she thinks about the switch the hotter she feels. Something shimmers in front of her only for the briefest of seconds. She focuses on that blur making it hotter and hotter.

"Stop! Sweetie Belle!" Panic has entered the woman's voice.

Gasping Sweetie drops her eyes from the blurry image making it disappear all together. She feels even more exhausted than when she first woke up in darkness. And this time she wasn't even flailing about. She drops to her stomach panting.

"I remembered something. Something faint. Something about you and me, but its so faint. I know you shouldn't try to do stuff like what you did... you were... you were trying to make.... make something appear... You were..." The voice grows faint.

Soft whispers from here can barely be understood. The voice seems to be looking for the right words to say. Thing seem to fade away for Sweetie and she awakes with a start. She stands up stiff as a board and looks around to see Yūkan sleeping while sitting on the ground. A funny position indeed. Not being tired, due to her confusion and eagerness to know what all that was about, she sits and looks around the room they're in. Apparently they've come to a place where there is gibberish writing on the wall along with pictures. Circles, Xs, and a bunch of other shapes and marks.

She looks at Yūkan wondering if he'll be able to make any sense of all this. For now she lets him rests. He needs it. And at that thought she wonders what happened in that fight. If he killed his friend or not He said he would but... How could she be certain?

*Rainbowdash*

Rainbowdash always hates this. But she haves to deal with it. Fluttershy and Elsie always assure her that this is just part of their natural lives. Though that still doesn't help to the disgusting the noise and the fighting that happens before.

Which leads to another thing in her mind. Why does everypony have to fight so much? Why does there always have to be conflict. Can't there be a time where a fight is fought and won without all the blood shed. Though Elsie says that's the best part of the world. All the blood that gets spilled and needs to be cleaned up.

She turns back to see if the two are done. She sees them over the poor creature still pinned against the walls by Fluttershy who has her muzzle covered in red and her hoofs and part of her arms as well. Plus she's still feasting on the poor creature. Elsie is doing the same, but only from the opened belly of the creature.

Just looking at the scene again brings vomit to her mouth. She turns away and manages to swallow it down. She tries to drown out the sound of their feasting again with her own thoughts. Thoughts of a life without all the conflict. All she wants to do is live a peaceful life with Fluttershy and Elsie, if that's possible at all...

Lately the two have been a lot more violent. Elsie and Fluttershy are always talking peering at everything and constantly looking at her. A few times Rainbowdash almost felt like bolting to get away from the group once the fear of her safety settles in. What prevented her is that thought of Fluttershy. She doesn't want to making Fluttershy mad, angry, sad, or any other emotion. Really Rainbow would say she's.

"Okay Rainbow lets get moving." Fluttershy says as Rainbow feels a body press against hers from behind.

Hooves wraps around her waist followed the brushing of the muzzle. Fluttershy is all that goes through Rainbow's mind. She knows Elsie would never be this kind to her.

"Just don't turn around okay Rainbow?" Fluttershy asks whispering into her ear, "Got it?"

"Okay." Rainbowdash replies already knowing what is behind her.

Fluttershy holds her close rubbing herself against the other mare. Rainbowdash could never figure out why she always gets like this. So hot under the collar and eventually starts using her. But she couldn't complain. She was helping out a friend and that's all that matters in Rainbowdash's mind. Plus she's afraid if she don't let her they'll leave her here as the useless pegasus she is.

So she lets her continue never speaking a word.

*Twilight*

A large explosion followed by heavy clouds of smoke is the result of two spells crashing into each other. Twilight is standing where she fired the spell so close to the human male, but she couldn't say the same for Orphean as she now recalls his name. A worthy prey has to have its name remembered after all. Twilight moves forward casting a spell that makes the clouds disperse.

A giant smile is on her face as she sees Orphean getting off the ground a giant cloak of air around him. She couldn't be any happier right now. If her prey had died from such a simple explosion she would've been pissed. One cause he would leave her hanging and two all that magic would mean nothing.

Orphean looks at her and seems to cringe. She can't really tell what he's thinking, but she figures its along the lines of dear Celestia. Or something like that. Eventually she'll have to change the name to dear Twilight. At that thought Twilight squeals and stomps her hooves on the ground. She couldn't wait to get out of the cave and attempt, no, succeed at taking over Equestria Prime.

She focuses her attention at the object of her arousal. He seems to be thinking things over while on one knee. Either that or he's praying to the gods to save him. She laughs hysterically, "If you want savior that you'll have to pray to me as your god!"

Orphean cringes at her words. He stands and reaches out. Earth rises around him to a certain point and stop. At that Twilight frowns a bit at the sign that her opponent is running out of juice. Twilight sighs and walks forward. Orphean rip the spikes of earth out of the ground and send them flying. The shadow coming flying out and latch onto the spikes and crush them in seconds sending dust into the air. Twilight is still walking forward not even amused.

She couldn't believe how well he fought at first. He was throwing everything at her and the minions she sent forward. He was so powerful and impressive. Now. Now he's pathetic.

"Really Orphean... I was so close too. Come on show me an ace up your." She stops as something locks her legs into place.

She looks down to see symbols on the ground that have locked her legs into shackles of white light. She struggles with the binding and ignites her horn to unravel the spell to only have it negated by a large heat coming towards her. She looking back at Orphean to see a giant flame cloud coming toward her. She ignites her horn to try to shield herself, but finds she can't all the way. parts of her lower half and legs are exposed do the magical properties of the spell.

The burning starts immediately and nearly breaks down her quick shield spell. She had gotten cocky herself and he used that against her. Which is a major turn on in Twilight's book.

Most of her fur is either singed off or burning. The shackles still hold her in place at the fire spreads on her body. She shakes her body to try to get the flames off. She brings in shadows that attack the shackles mercilessly. Meanwhile Orphean pulls a long spear of white out from the orb and throws it like a spear and falls to his knees.

The orb glows a dim color the light omitting from the orb always threatening to flicker away. He makes the orb disappear meanwhile the spear aimed at Twilight makes contact into her chest, but doesn't skew her like he wanted to. She stairs at the spear imbedded into her chest. She pulls it out with magic and it faces the other way.

Orphean eyes go wide. She he can still use magic without the orb with his new full control, but with how exhausted he is. The spear comes flying at lighting speeds and slams almost into Orphean. Instead it's imbedded into the floor just right of Orphean's head. Twilight is shaking from the lack of the spike in her chest as blood starts flowing out. She uses her magic to keep it from bleeding too much, but bleed it did.

As Orphean manages to get up and start limping away Twilight watches with a new fire burning in her eyes. A new target to find and kill before anyone else can. Who ever kills her pray she'll be coming after instead. If they're more powerful than him they are worthy of becoming her pet. Most of her pets were dead anyway, but she didn't care.

She's just relived. One that her dark magic shielded her without so much of a word to protect her from dying. And two... she managed to get off after all. She never imagined ice to feel so good.

*Orphean*

Away from the fight from the skin of his teeth, Orphean limps away as fast as he can. After that almost domination of him, he couldn't really get his bearing right. He had never been so hard pressed before. He was so sure of himself in the beginning when she was using such little spells and sending in minions

Now he understands why she showed no fear. Even as the spear imbedded itself into her chest she showed no fear what so ever. It was unnerving the entire time. When ever she would get to close and the orb of darkness would threaten to overtake him.

He falls and struggles to get up. He looks over his body at all the wounds he's received. It's easy to see since his shirt had been ripped apart during the fight. Rock, ice, and stabbings litter his body. The rock and ice imbedded into his skin will be easy to remove, but take a while to recover from. He leans against the wall cursing at how sore his arm is.

He chuckles at himself. He just couldn't stand being beaten so easily. He remembers the shadows grabbing him and stabbing him over and over again both mentally and physically while that mare... He doesn't think about it for long and continues limping.

Some thoughts are meant to be forgotten. Especially when concerning her. He falls again breath coming out labored.

I think.... I think I'll rest for a second or... And with that thought he falls on the ground unconscious.

Luckily a girl comes skipping by to see his body. She gasps and checks on him seeing as he's still breathing. Her ghostly white hands glow green and she gets to work.

Author's Note

Point out mistakes that I've made. I'm only one person so eh.