The Shimmering Truth

"Okay. So, how do we get home?" Pinkie asked, a lit more serious than usual.

Technically Terran was already home, but still, he hadn't thought that part through."Ummm how did you get here again?"

"Oh, it started when Twilight was trying to turn me into an oran-"

"No Pinkie, I mean what sent you here, and how?"

"It was the mirror pool, you recite a phrase and a copy of you comes out."

"Interesting. Magic?"

"Yup!"

"That makes a lot of sense, that's probably why nopony has found it yet. The physics of my dimension allow for a pony, or item, to be duplicated. The new pony has no memory however, and mostly a personality centralized around the original's main trait. That isn't true about all copies though. Those which are naturally born, not through a duplicator, have close to five other twins who were born at the same time, and have the same looks. Personalities usually do not match up however." He explained.

Realizing he was off track, Terran went on. "Anyway, do you remember where you were when you first entered this dimension?"

"Yep! Me and... me were in... Void?"

"Okay, do you remember which entrance you used to the safe zone?"

"The one closest to the shop."

"The shop?"

"The one with the cow that didn't have a nose, and had a bunch of food."

"Chastey's!" So far this was going much better then he had thought. If this pace was maintained, they would be in Ponyville in no time. "It's just about a mile from here, let's go!"

"Okay!"

The entrance was more than a mile away, but that didn't stop them. When Terran and Pinkie arrived, they trotted past a few guards and onto the metal plate. Pinkie extended a hoof out towards nowhere in particular.

"what?"

"We came from over there." Pinkie said, still pointing.

"Hmm." This was going to be tough. Terran knew exactly how they would jump dimensions, it was common knowledge, but getting the required materials there would be difficult if it was very far out.

The idea was simple; use a whip out in Void, not on Pinkie of course, and it will create energy. Why? The crack of a whip is actually the tip breaking the sound barrier. The energy created by the whip, when used in places where the dimensional barrier is fragile, will create a temporary rift which will allow me and Pinkie to teleport to her dimension.

The whole concept was not new to our dimension. Being a mirror dimension with physics like these, other dimensions interacted rather easily to ours. It was an ongoing problem for the research team.

I make this sound way to easy. No, it requires more than a whip. We both have to be wearing full barding in case we teleport somewhere dangerous. Next, was a device called DFARD, or Dimensional Field Absorption and Regulation Device. Put into simple terms, it is a magical container that holds... Well, I honestly don't know what it holds. Some call it dark matter, some say it's some sort of force that holds everything together. Whatever it is, it definitely isn't a physical thing, as the device itself looks just like a crystal ball. It takes a team of about ten unicorns and seven hours to produce just one. I'm not even going to attempt to explain the magic behind the containment.

What a DFARD does is regulate the forces of two open dimensions. So since Ponyville has only one gravitational field, our two separate ones would reap havoc, creating what was close to a rumored atomic bomb every 2 centimeters. Please don't ask how we found out.

Oh, and I forgot to add food to the list. Just in case there isn't any nearby.

Finding barding and a DFARD was easy enough. With the giant explosion of electricity from the incident, security was suffering. The entrances and public crime had been covered first. So far, you could still find a DFARD in abandoned research faculties.

It was time. Terran quickly took the special elevator used to switch a pony between gravity fields and walked across the metal plate. He extended a hoof a little past the edge. "Step on my hoof carefully Pinky." On the other side, she hesitantly did as told. "Okay, have you ever marched?"

"Yep," Pinkie said. "I learned in band class."

"Good. Now remember: Left, right, left, right, left, right. Keep the same rhythm, and we'll be okay."

Pinkie stepped Terran's hoof, and he shifted some weight over and put his other hoof out. Two down, two to go. The third had to be done carefully, but they managed. Last hoof, and they were standing on each other's hooves. Pinkie took a step forward, and started marching.

Have you ever walked for about 3 miles with heavy barding and nothing to stand on but another pony's hooves while knowing that if you stop to rest, you will probably die? It isn't pleasant.

"Were finally" Terran paused to take a breath. "Here. I can tell by the" another breath "DFARD. It's becoming lighter. It's because" yet another breath "it reacts like that to" gasp "the weak spots."

"Are you ready Pinkie?" Terran looked down at her. What? She didn't seem tired one bit!

"I'm rrrrrready!"

Terran, still panting for breath, and Pinkie, practically vibrating from excitement, were both ready to teleport into another dimension. For Pinkie, an exiting and unbelievable event. To Terran, an event that was laughably common compared to Equestrian standards. Terran reached a hoof on his back, careful to take out the whip, and balancing on Pinkie at the same time. He counted down from three, and lashed it out.