"Spike, take a letter, we've got a big problem!" Spike grumbled after his nap was disturbed. I roll my eyes. Typical Spike, I expected he wouldn't be happy. I rushed over to the door in my room, pulling it open with my horn. "There's no time to waste!" I trotted down the stairs quickly before rushing to my den.

"Uh..Twilight?" Spike asked wearily while stepping down the stairs. My back still on him, I reply back.

"What is it? Do you have the parchment?" I started frantically searching as Spike walked over, looking down. Jeez, she's still scared of this room? I thought he would be over that by now. He gave a shriek before he composed himself, heaving from fright. "Spike, you okay?"

"Uh, yes, Twilight," Spike said nervously. "What is it this time? Find anything new-about the case I mean?" He showed me the parchment before I continued. I narrowed my eyes at the shelf. Ah ha!

"There it is!" Pulling the book down, I placed it down and open the book to where I left off. Scootaloo indirectly gave us valuable information-everything that happened while I was gone had given us all backgrounds but her testimony had by far. "What's wrong?" Spike mumbled something incoherent before speaking up.

"I don't think Scootaloo will like it if you do that.." Spike said, his eyes glued down when I face him. "I mean-what's this all for anyway? Apple Bloom's not in trouble or anything."

"She will so like it, even if she doesn't like to use her ability, its going to do plenty of help for our case!" I answer his question quickly before pulling off more books."We've gotten word that they are in trouble-I'm going to bust them out. To get the master minds isn't ideal right now-we have to remove them from the situation first. We've found valuable information, a gold mine! Even if we have to use her testimony for Pirouette- its better than nothing."Spike was unsure of that as he made a face of discomfort.

"I don't know, Twi. Scootaloo did seem very certain about not using her ability for this trial..."I rubbed his head to clear those thoughts.

"Relax Spike, sheesh, I'm helping her and others. Its not like I'm using it for evil," I reassure. "Besides, when I tell her, she'll be thankful." Spike rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, right, Twilight." He answered before a smile graced his features. "What do you want me to write?" I mulled that portion over.

"You need to inform Princess Celestia that we've discovered the backgrounds behind each of the ponies causing this mess!" Spike struggled to write my request, pausing at each for a second inspection. "We've discovered the names and the greatest deadly discovery. If we do not act fast then other ponies can end the same exact way as this duo!"

"Greatest deadly discovery?" He quoted as he looked towards me, mystified. "What's the threat again?"

"The Marionette's." I slammed my first book shut before moving on, repeating the process. No, no, no! None of these are giving me anymore details! I jot down a few notes before removing that chore. I face Spike as he blows his breathe- huffing before it immediately backfired. When it lit, out came a different parchment immediately after.

"What's it say?" That can't be right, Princess Celestia can't respond that quickly. "Well?" Spike scanned the letter before quickly handing it.

"Its not written on!" I look around the paper. Nothing. I backed away until files of mine flew, cluttering and forming a tornado. Tossing Spike on my back, I rush out of the door as fast as I could. Even then the library door slammed shut with a great force. My jaw drops. I can't open the door!

"Spike, hold on!" I yell before making a magical blast at the door. The door refused to open. That's when I tried the window, but the window wouldn't open either. The library's light flickers between on and off before it stayed off for minutes on end.

"T-Twilight..?" Spike was getting very scared by now, his arms wrapped around my neck tight as he buried his head. "Are th..there g-g-ghosts here?" I rolled my eyes.

"I doubt it, "I answer back. "It could be a power outage." I...wasn't so sure of that. Spike gripped harder, scared as sounds illuminate the tree home. Without warning, I felt my body lurch forward, slamming against the wall before the lights turned on. I shook my head immediately.

"Where are we?" Spike turns, looking around as much as I was before I come to see where we are. It was decorated in fancy shades of purple as beautiful music played, I can't feel my hooves, my legs wide apart as I felt my back sprawled on a bed. The music's too hollow. I don't care for it.

"I can't feel my hooves," I reported to Spike. "Spike? Spike?"

"I'm right here Twilight!" Spike's words were a reassurance. I sigh in relief before a force pushes my body downward, suffocating me with an embrace before something hard, sleek push through my crevice with ease. A hoof forced my midsection from convulsing, pulling forward the pony realized I would do that.

"Stop crying," The mare's voice was sweet as snake's venom. "You told me you want to be like your sister, hadn't you? Your going to be. Now." It was forcing itself in harder and harder before something punctured. The rippling pain made me constrict. My ears perk-I am not the one screaming loudly. Another pony was, her voice overshadowing my own but I didn't see anypony else near me. Spike didn't dare move from his spot as he covered his eyes. Its not like he can do anything-he's possibly the same as me.

"Remember your Auntie's line of work?" The mare asked as she pushed in. "What was her name? Octavia?" My eyes widen at the name. Octavia Philiharmonica? Wasn't she the pony from the gala? Spike gave me a look before turning away again, covering his eyes with his claws. Tears streaming down his face were hard to watch.

"P-Please, Mama-Please stop!" I hear the voice come from my throat-a voice not my own, plead. The voice was raspy from screaming but very high pitched in nature. "I-I didn't tell her anything-I swear!"

"That's not what she's been telling me," The mare in question answered before she continued, scarring my midsection. "You told us what happened with Pick Pocket. I can't tell you how angry I am to hear you tell her lies." My stomach was growing numb from the injuries by the time the voice answered again.

"I-I didn't--" She cried out again, screaming. "S-She was worried and and...-"

"Don't drag your Aunt into this, don't you agree its wrong?" She asked before she touched me again, pulling away.

"M-Mama--"

"Aw, look, you care now. I told you to say good bye the day you last saw her, I was right, wasn't I? She didn't come back for you. I wonder where she went." Blood dripped between as the instrument she used came out clean. I close my eyes, my head blanking out. Everything whirled and twirled around as I felt myself freed, my hooves worked fine. I was free, I was free! I slowly open my eyes, my head reeling from information that's been given. Three figures surrounded me, their eyes glowing down at me. What's happening? That's when you realize that maybe waking up isn't the brightest idea, especially when three fillies are glaring down at you for Celestia knows what.

Author's Note

I'm going to touch on the past more and more in the interludes than the future. THIS isn't very descriptive on what she's facing a huge problem, but the past will be shown more later.

This is where, I suppose, the talent comes in.