Crossing Worlds

Princess Twilight Sparkle walked alongside her younger brother as they in usion walked through the reflective, crystal halls of the Crystal Kingdom's Crystal Castle. That was really all they could do at the time. The Princesses Cadence, Luna, and Celestia were having an important meeting with the president of Brazil.

"Apparently too important for me to attend." The African-american princess grumbled.

"Oh come on, Twilight," Her Caucasian younger brother replied. "Didn't you get over this last week?"

"Yes Spike, but, but" She stammered. She then cried out in exasperation. "I've found out my purpose! I know that I need to spread friendship! Why can't I help spread it to Brazil?"

"Ah, forget it Twi," The younger gave his sister a reassuring pat on the arm "They're probably discussing stuff you can't do."

Twilight took offense to this statement. Clearly shown by what she had said next:

"Like WHAT!?"

"Oh, y'know, somehow getting a president to give you free, important stuff. Like oil."

It was true. Homosapia was in desperate need for oil. Humans weren't strong enough to pull itself, and trains, cars, and many daily necessities for the people of Homosapia didn't run on magic. Only a few of them did. Therefore, the princesses needed to form a pact, a friendship, with the ruler of one of the countries with the most fuel: Brazil. It was deceitful, sly, and to some, just downright wrong. But, at the end of the day, it was all for the greater good.

"Oh. Right." She sighed, a blush forming on her cheeks. She felt awful for getting upset like that. It was so immature of her. She mentally slapped herself.

Bad Twilight! That is not how a princess acts. She scolded herself inwardly.

"But hey, at least we finally get to explore the castle, right? It'll be like when you were younger and I was- and," He paused, frowning slightly. A look of sadness dawned upon his face for a moment. He was about to go with it, but he quickly refused. He wouldn't think about it, he refused to think about it. "And I was basically the same. Heh."

"Yeah. I suppose it might be fun." Twilight replied, nodding. She knew what he was thinking about. His slow aging.

When Twilight was only eight years-old, she had gotten cutie mark, passed an entrance exam for one of the most important private schools in all of Homosapia, hatched an egg containing a supposed baby dragon, and became Princess Celestia's personal student. But, on that day they had realized the hatchling was, in fact, not a dragon, but a human-dragon hybrid. Twilight's magic as a result of the first Sonic Rainboom - created by the Friendship Princess's dear friend, Rainbow Dash - the baby had the looks of a human, but he could breathe fire, was impervious to flames, could use a small amount of magic, and aged slowly, very slowly. But, they try not to think about that. Optimism is BEST ism, as Pinkie Pie says.

"Yeah!" The dragon-boy cheered, racing down the reflective halls. The older African-american chuckled, and then began chasing after her younger brother. She couldn't help but smile as a warm feeling of nostalgia filled her up, from head to toe. If anybody else, especially people of great importance, where there to see such an act, they would have definitely sneered or gasped in shock, but did Twilight care? Nope! Well, not for now, anyways.

Eventually, she realized she had lost the green-haired boy. She panted profusely, but quickened her pace.

"Spike!" She called, the name of her faithful assistant echoing throughout the castle. Hopefully, not interrupting the meeting between  a president and three princesses.

"Spike?" No response. Panic began to strike the girl, hitting her right in the heart. Her breath quickened, her eyes darted from side to side, up and and down, anywhere.

"Spike!?" The silence, the lack of a certain spike-toothed boy was worrying, frightening, and infuriating all at the same time. And Twilight had no idea why she was getting so flustered. This was a castle ruled by her sister in-law and eldest brother, a place where he was known as, 'Spike, The Brave And Glorious'. But, none of that dawned upon her, because when family members are lost and when panics hits you, you kind of start thinking like a drunken toddler.

"SPIKE!?" A drunken toddler who really like the word 'Spike' and shouting said word. Did you know, in times of panic, when your brain is taking the Oh Shit! express to Mortal Terror station, you notice things you've never noticed before. Twilight spun around noticing the almost endless series of hallways all around her.

This place is a freaking maze! She screamed in utter silence. Don't these idiotic, ignorant guards know when to render assistance!?

"SPIIIIII- Aah!" The shout of the name the child Twilight was seeking was interrupted by....The child she was seeking. Spike laughed, lossed his balance, and literally rolled on the floor, laughing. Twilight, who jumped back and landed on the floor out of shock, got up, brushed non-existent dirt particles off of her, and put on a less than pleased look. Noticing this, the still-chuckling boy looked up.

"What?"

"Spike Samuel Sparkle, you scared the living day lights out of me!"

"Oh, gee. I'm sorry for disrespecting your authoritah."

"Samuel."

"Aw c'mon on, Twi, it was just a jok-"

"Just a joke!? Spike, you could have gotten hurt!"

"Uh, how?"

"Well, Sombra could have broke free!"

"But, he's sealed in-"

"Changelings could have attacked!"

"But they were blasted-"

"Discord might have betrayed us, causing destruction and chaos! Again! Here!"

"But, he di- you know what? I give-"

"Nightmare Moon could have returned!"

"Twilight?"

"You would probably have gotten lost in this maze of a castle! Starving or dying of dehydration!"

"Twilight!"

"Or a terrorist disguised as a guard, who is secretly against Celestia, or the nation itself, could have kidnapped y-"

"TWILIGHT!"

Twilight face worried face melted into a sheepish one. "Um, yes?"

"I'm sorry for getting you worried, Twi. It was very irresponsible of me to wander around this castle alone, okay?"

The elder of the duo sighed, her face adorning a small smile. "It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that.

Spike shrugged, but smile. "It's cool." This caused the two to chuckle a bit. After they had stopped, Spike suddenly remembered something.

"Twilight, come on!" He called, motioning her to follow him as he ran down a hall. "I've got something to show you!"

"Wait!" She called, but followed the boy anyways. "Spike?"

She rounded the corner to see her assistant pushing a sliding door. Or wall. Twilight really could't tell the difference at the time. Her greatest concern, really, was if he was damaging property, if they needed to pay for it, and how much it would cost if they needed to pay for a sliding panel.

"Spike, what in the great, big nation of Homosapia are you doing!?"

"Don't worry, it's not broken...I think."

Twilight facepalmed. There were just no words.

"Can you help me? Please?"

She sighed. She could practically feel the puppy-dog eyes staring at her. Looking down, she resisted the urge to let out a 'D'aaaw!" as she stared into the huge pools of green the were her brother's eyes.

"...Fine."

Anybody in my shoes would have done the same thing. She reassured herself.

The two slid the panel to the right, revealing the entirety of the room. Like almost every room in the crystal castle, it was crystal. But, in the middle of the room, there was a mirror. Nothing else in that tiny little room except for that mirror.

"How curious." She mumbled to herself.

"Wha?" Spike inquired.

"Nothing, Spike."

"Twilight walked forward, planning on viewing herself in the mirror. You know, like any sane person would do. But, her reflection didn't appear. It was as if she wasn't there at all. Spike noticed this, too. And the next thing Twilight knew, she was being tackled, being punched by very weak and harmless fists, while her best and closest friend was repeatedly shouting, "Die, Vampire, die!". Presumably at her.

"Spike, get off of me!" She commanded, pushing the boy off with great ease. But, Spike quickly jumped up, hatred in his eyes.

"No, this is the part where Buffy kills Bella!" He shouted, much to Twilight's confusion, and his lizard-like tongue lashing out. He charged forward, ready to attack his sister once more. But, any attempts at harming her was stopped by said girl's hand.

"Spike, what in the world are you talking about!?"

"The internet, it's awesome! Not that you would know about it, ya dumb vampire!" He pushed against Twilight's hand, reaching out to do anything to harm to the "vampire". It wasn't super effective.

"I'm not a vampire!"

"That's exactly what a vampire would say!" He said, pointing an accusing finger at the lady.

"I Pinkie-Promise I'm not a vampire!"

"Okay." With that response, Twilight removed her hand from the Caucasian's face. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Well?" The dragon-boy asked, hands on his hips as if he were about to give out a handful of sass.

"Well what?" The human-girl asked in return, her position not so sassy.

"Do the thing!"

"What th- ohhhh ." She said, realizing what her younger companion meant. "Okay let's get this over with. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." She did the motions that followed, ending in the light touch of a closed. She turned to see Spike in front of the mirror.

"Hey, my reflections not there, either. I guess you are right, Twi." He announced.

"You know, we could have just skipped that entire interaction by just going over so you could see that also didn't have a reflection!!" She pointed out rather loudly.

"Yeah, I know." He answered. "But, the author didn't want me to do that."

"Wait, what?

"What. Nothing."

The girl shook her head, and said, "Spike, you need to hang out with Pinkie Pie less."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Anyways, about the mirror, maybe it's broken?" He offered.

The offer made Twilight laugh. "Pfft. Spike, an intact mirror can't be broken, haha!"

"Seems pretty broken to me." Spike commented as he tapped on the mirror. Except, his finger didn't tap against the glass. It went through the glass. It took a few seconds to realize, though. When it did come to notice, the boy that the hand was connected to, tried with all the little boy strength he could muster, to pull the appendage out. It did not work.

"Uh, Twi?"

"Yes, heh, Spike?" Answered the chuckling princess.

"My hand's stuck."

"What? Where?"

"In the mirror."

"Spike, stop joking around, that's impossible."

But, Twi-"

"Oh, dear, sweet, Celestia, you're hand is stuck in the mirror!"

"Eeyup."

Twilight stood there, not knowing what to do.

"Um, have you tried pulling it out?" She questioned.

"No, of course not. In my all of my nine years of living have I heard such great advice. Thank you, Doctor Friend!" Spike said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Nobody likes sarcasm, Spike." She said, wagging a finger at the boy.

"TWILLIIIIGHT!!!!! Spike screamed, interrupting his sister's finger-wagging. "It's sucking me innnnnnnnn!"

Twilight leaped towards the boy, grabbing his waist. She tugged and pulled, trying desperately to set him free. She pulled with all her might, even if she was afraid of hurting the poor boy. Screams of Twilight's name and cries of 'help' echoed echoed around the castle. But, it seemed as if the cries of their beloved 'Spike, The Brave And Glorious' fell upon deaf ears. Spike was crying now, all his hope rested on the girl that was wildly pulling on his waist.  It wasn't too long until Twilight, too, was trapped. Even so, she tried desperately to get Spike. She might have been a goner, but she'd be damned if anything happened to her younger sibling.

She and Spike thrashed, struggled, whined, cried, screamed, and even tried to cast a spell, any spell, to get out. Twilight was crying with Spike now. And she realized she'd only ever felt this hopeless a few times in her short life. Very short life, in fact!

I'm only eighteen years-old. And Spike's only nine. Nine! He doesn't deserve this...We don't...

Twilight looked up to her sinking brother, he would disappear in  a matter of seconds. She tried to say something, but her throat was too clogged up from mucus in her throat. She looked in his eyes.

I-I failed him.

His face was fully consumed by that Celestia-awful mirror. She thought about the people in her life that were the most important to her. Spike, Shining Armor, Cadence Pinkie Pie, AppleJack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Princess Luna, and the mare who was more like a Mother to her than her own Mother, Princess Celestia.

And then, she was gone. No evidence that they were there at all.