Struggle

Aaah. Moving from the big city of Canterlot to this city, Ponyville, was a great idea. Less crowds. Less noise. Best conditions to write. Second that, he liked adventure, and all you do in Canterlot is canter a lot. Ponyville has been rumored to have many strange happenings.

William Penn set down his suitcases and breathed the fresh air of his new house. The house was a pretty good size, due to his best sellers. But, it seemed empty. Like it was missing something. Somepony to share it with, perhaps?

Here he is thinking about ponies, and he hasn't met anypony yet. Well, besides that pink one. She sort of had a strange reaction to his appearance and he thought, 'this is definitely the place for me.'

Opening his suitcases, he pulled out his typewriter and latest work. He called it Daring Doo and the Dark Demons. This was a strange twist in his story format, surly to throw readers.

After unpacking, he was exhausted. He needs to sleep if he wanted a chance in meeting somepony tommorow.

He quickly pulled out his blankets and tried his best to get comfortable on the floor. Another thing to do: buy a bed.

After a few moments, he drifted off to dreamland, or, as he liked to call it, The Land of Inspiration.

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Twilight trotted into her library, too tired to say good night to Spike. She crawled in bed and passed out immediately. She read all day, then went to Fluttershy's. How long had she read? 12 hours? She fell asleep and dreamt.

"Hello, Twilight." Midnight! Not this again!

"Leave me alone, you filthy Marenite!"

"I am you, Twilight."

"NO! YOU AREN'T ME! I changed, Midnight! I was reborn. You were the evil character that tried to destroy Equestria, NOT ME!"

"We are one in the same. You have my soul."

"But, YOU died, not ME!" Twilight felt the heat rise in her neck.

"Oh? Then feel death!" A slice came out of nowhere and bashed Twilight's head to the side, causing a few flips sideways. Midnight ran up to her and used the knife-tipped hooves to slice a few more scars into the bloody body.

"How do you like death?"

She kicked her legs with the hooves to make deep indentions.

"Good bye Twilight." And Midnight flew away, leaving Twilight to bleed to death.

But, that was usually where the dream ended.

A white alicorn flew down from the sky, but it wasn't Celestia. It looked a lot like Twilight, actually!

"Twilight, my name is Starlight."

The vision faded.

Twilight shot up in bed. That was new, this Starlight character. What did that mean? Who the hay was she? If Midnight was her past, Twilight was her present, could Starlight be her future?

She had to talk to Luna!

She quickly wrote a note to Spike, and used her secret library book spell to transport her to Canterlot.

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Will had a very strange dream. He was Daring again, wandering through a dark forest. Marenites jumping out of everywhere, trees, ground, sky, and shadows. Daring skillfully maneuvered around them, like any good adventurer does.

Where was she going? In her mind, she was looking for the greatest treasure of the world. Thinking about this distracted her a bit, and she got hit by a few of the Marenites.

The greatest treasure. What was it? Gold? Rubies? An ancient artifact with some special power?

She got to her destination. A tower in the sky. Wait...she was just in the forest, and now she was in the Cloudsdale Trade Center.

Guards rushed her. Not royal guards, but these guards dressed in blue and red. They were called the Strati, she remembered. She jumped on top of their heads, and flipped behind them.

Why were THEY trying to stop her? They were the Cloudsdale police! They did have a strange black glow in their eyes.

She skid to a stop at the elevator. Floor 6. Why? She had no idea.

The guards continued to chase her down the hallway there too. Room 66. Again, she had no idea why.

She ran in, locked the door, and turned around to a dark room. She flipped on the light switch, and found...a mirror?

She walked up to the mirror. There was another feeling that this was what she was looking for. She looked. It was her, duh, but something was different. The pony in the mirror had multicolored hair. But everything else was exactly the same.

What happened to her black hair?

Before she could figure anything out, Will slowly woke up. That was a very odd dream.