"Running parallel to the Magical Land of Equestria, there is a seventh dimension. A dimension of Honesty and Lies. A dimension of Kindness and Cruelty. A dimension of Laughter and Misery. A dimension of Generosity and Greed. A dimension of Loyalty and Betrayal. But it's also a dimension of Magic and Mind. It's a nightmarish land whose boundaries are that of imagination. I am the key, the door, the guide, and the signpost of this world. Your next stop: The Twilight Sparkle Zone."

In the center of Cloudsdale, a stage of cumulus clouds had been hastily put together. Large poles bearing the flags and banners were stuck into the clouds. They were imitations of the Pegasi Tribe flags of old, depicting the head and wings of an ice blue pegasus.

Standing on the stage was a group of four pegasi, three male and one female. One male, named Score, was grey with black hair, and had a three footballs on his flank. Another, named Hoops, was tan with brown hair, and had three basketballs. The third male, named Dumb-Bell, was dark brown with white hair, and had a dumb-bell Cutie Mark.

The lone mare, and leader of this group, was electric blue with yellow hair. Her Cutie Mark depicted a bolt of lightning striking down hard. Lightning Dust stood on stage and looked down at all the pegasi who were approaching out of curiosity.

"Mare and gentlecolts!" Lightning Dust shouted, "I speak in the name of the once great leader, Commander Hurricane! The one who knew that the strong are better than the weak! The one who that your own awesomeness is more important than anypony else! If they're too stupid to get out of your way, then they deserve whatever they get!"

Lightning Dust paced around the stage, looking more than a bit agitated. She nervously ran her hoof through her hair and said, "I was kicked out of the Wonderbolts because I didn't let a whimp hold me back. Because I a couple of dumb civilians got in my tornado." Lightning Dust turned to the small crowd that had gathered there and shouted, "NO! It's not fair! That's not fair, I tell you! I am one of the greatest fliers Equestria has ever known. Commander Hurricane would have made me second in command! We need to bring back the days where Pegasi were warriors, where the strong ruled-"

SPLAT!

A rotten tomato slid off of Lightning Dust scandalized face as the sound of laughter rang throughout the small crowd of ponies.

"Wow, this mare has totally lost it!"

"Aww, boo-hoo. The poor wittle girl got kicked out of the Wonderbolts!"

"Looks like somepony wants to get frozen by a Windigo!"

"The Great Commander Hurricane? Oh, please!"

Lightning Dust flared her wings and flew out towards the small group in front of her, but was stopped by the three large males behind her. As the group of citizens dispersed, Lightning Dust could stare hatefully at their backs, and spit contemptuously.

"Dust, I don't think we're gonna get anywhere like this," Hoops said as he held onto to one of her wings.

"Let me go," she replied grumpily.

The three stallions released her, and she sunk to the cloudy ground with a defeated sigh.

"Alright, you four, pack it up!" came an official sounding voice.

The group turned to see a pair of pegasi police officers approaching them. One of them pointed to the stage with a billy club and said, "You can't congregate in the middle of town like this without a permit. So go ahead and disperse this clouds."

Lightning Dust bit her lip, her left eye twitching. She went over and raised a hoof as if to start breaking up the clouds, but then spun around and took a swing at the officer. She missed, and the officer dealt her a blow to her stomach with his club. Lightning Dust fell over, breathing heavily after having all the wind knocked out of her.

"Are you a madmare?" the officer asked gruffly. "You really think you're in the right, don't you?"

Lightning Dust stopped gasping, and looked up defiantly at the officer. "Ponies like you. . .who defend the weak. . ."

"Contribute something to society," the officer interrupted, "What do you do? Whine about what a sociopath you are? Talk about what a great dictator Commander Hurricane was? How being strong gives you the right to put others in harms way, or even harm them deliberately?" The officer looked at the Pegasopolis flags. A look of disgust crossed his face. He walked over to each of them, and kicked them down one by one. "SCRAM!" he shouted to the three stallions, who quickly obeyed and flew off in different directions.

The other officer bound Lighting Dust's wings in special wing cuffs, a metal ring that held the wings together. The irate mare's body burned with indignity as she said in a low voice, "Someday, everypony will see that I'm right. That Commander Hurricane was right before that stupid Hearths Warming Ever stuff corrupted him. Pegasi are warriors. We take from the weak. We live off the weak. We sacrifice the weak. If the Wonderbolts believed that, I'd still be with them."

The officer that bound her snorted and said, "If the Wonderbolts believed something as sick as that, I'd circulate a petition to ban them. Now come on, missy. A week in jail should do you some good."

The two pegasi nudged Lightning Dust forward as she walked in stubborn silence.

Twilight Sparkle was standing next to the stage.

"Portrait of a bush-league dictator named Lightning Dust, a sparse little mare who feeds off her self-delusions and finds herself perpetually hungry for want of greatness in his diet. And like some goose-flapping predecessors, she searches for something to explain her hunger, and to rationalize why a world passes her by without saluting. In her own twisted and distorted lexicon, she calls it faith, strength, truth. But in just a moment, Lightning Dust will ply her trade on another kind of corner, a strange intersection in a shadowland called - The Twilight Sparkle Zone."

She's Alive

Lightning Dust laid back in her cell, empty other than herself. She looked out the barred window in the cell of dark grey nimbus clouds. It was sunrise of the seventh day. Only a few hours before she could leave.

"Lightning Dust. You got visitors," the guard said.

Lightning Dust looked up to see Dumb-Bell, Hoops, and Score walk over to the bars.

"Hey, Dust," Hoops said plainly, a nervous look on his face. The others seemed a little uneasy as well.

"Did you get our flags," Lightning Dust asked as she walked over to the bars, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Uhhhhh...." Hoops said, looking more uneasy than ever.

"Well, the thing is. . ." Score said, doing his best to avert his eyes from Lightning Dust, desperate to not look her in the eye, "About our. . .thing. . .group. . .it's just. . .it kinda. . ."

"It's over," Dumb-Bell said flatly, causing the other two to wince.

"It's not over," Lightning Dust said flatly.

"Yes it is, Dust," Dumb-Bell replied.

"It's never over."

"I'm pretty sure it is."

"You're wrong-"

"YOU DOPE!" Dumb-Belle shouted in Lightning Dust's face, spraying spit at her. "Commander Hurricane is long dead, Pegasopolis doesn't exist, and everypony is thinking we're crazy! You said you'd make us important and in charge of things because we were strong! You promised us that we'd be in the Wonderbolts, for crying out loud! Well guess what, we're not as stupid as we look! Come on guys, let's get out of this place."

Dumb-Bell turned and marched out of the room. Hoops and Score took a moment to look back, and then turned away as well.

Lightning Dust watched the trio go, and then let out a long and loud growl as she marched over to the makeshift bed and started beating the pillow with all her might. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid weaklings!" she screeched as she flung the pillow into the wall.

She sat down hard. "I'm better than them," she said. "I'm better than Rainbow Dash, and those stinkin Wonderbolts. They felt threatened. I was a threat to them."

Lightning Dust simply stood staring at the floor for a moment, contemplating how pathetic Equestria was compared to the proud and might Pegasi Tribe, until her keen senses picked up the approach of somepony. She looked up and through the prison bars, and soon the silhouette of a pegasus mare approached the bard. The pegasus was standing back in the shadows of the hall, making it impossible to see the face.

"Heh. . .Who are you?" Lightning Dust asked in only vague interest.

"An ally," the figure said, "One who shares your values and beliefs."

Lightning Dust sniffed, and walked over to the bars. She rested her forelegs against them and looked into the suddenly darkened halls. The figure didn't come any closer, but still remained in the shadows.

"And I suppose you'd consider yourself better than those three foalish colts who left me here?" she asked the figure.

The figure didn't move a muscle. She simply stood up straight and still, and replied, "Let me straighten you out about something. Something every great leader must know and must always remember. 'Your people are your greatest asset.' They may be naive or slow or simple minded, but there will be times when that either does not matter or actually benefits you."

Something about the way this mare spoke intrigued Lightning Dust. She seemed so sure and authoritative in her speech. "Explain," Lightning Dust asked.

The figure continued, "Their ignorance is your strength. It is through their ignorance that you can convince them that your side is the only side. That you are their saviour. That you and only you are the one who knows the truth. Brute force means nothing if nopony wishes to join your side. After you convince the masses, then you can use brute force as you throw their brainless bodies at the enemy. The ones who remain when the dust settles will be the strongest ones, and then, strength will beget strength, and you will have your force."

The figure leaned forward a bit. "However, it is clear you do not know the first thing about enthralling a crowd, or spreading hysteria for your cause. All you do is whine and complain about your own suffering. Your role is to be a leader, not a martyr. I guarantee you'll have plenty of those a little later. What you need to do is to open their eyes to their own suffering and oppression. This is, in fact, quite easy. For you see, all you need to do is make whatever the Earth Ponies and Unicorns do an act of oppression."

"Earth Ponies and Unicorns?" Lightning Dust echoed.

"Are you inferring that the idea of coddling, shielding, and wasting resources on the weak came from Pegasi?" the figure asked in an accusatory tone.

Lightning Dust breathed a shaky breath, and then shook her head. "No. Of course not. It was obviously that pathetic unification that corrupted the Pegasi race. The Unicorns and their codes of conduct. The Earth Ponies and their claims of comradery to all equines. It was their pathetic flightlessness that shattered my ambitions."

"Enough whining about you," the figure growled out, "You must make your audience feel their own grievances. Grievances that will hit them where it hurts the most. If they are poor or at the very least desire more money, tell them that the Earth Ponies steal from them by charging money for the food they grow. The food that would not exist without the Pegasi's rain! If they feel that taxes are too high, tell them that the taxes go to the nobles who are guarded by Pegasi guards, and that there would be no one left alive to collect those taxes if it weren't for the Pegasi! If they receive payment or wear clothing from the wealthy Unicorn high class, tell them that the Unicorns view them as lowly entertainment for them to gawk at in flight shows and competitions as quote unquote 'freaks' and 'ruffians', and clothe them as they would a foal's doll. And if they fear the Royalty, tell them that although they raise and lower the sun and moon, the Pegasi have clouds that can blot out both of them, and like the clouds, should all the Pegasi gather together as one unstoppable force, wielding the power and warrior spirit of the Pegasi race, surely not even their pampered rulers could overcome them!"

Lightning Dust's eyes were wide and her heart was impassioned and beating strongly.

"Genius. . .Genius. . .She's genius!"

"You will be released very soon, Lightning Dust," the silhouette said, "I give you one more piece of advice. In the beginning, you will have other members of your race who have been brainwashed by Harmony. You mustn't give them a reason to stifle you. Therefore, you must play by their rules until you are more than able to overthrow them. Therefore. . .you ought to get that permit. . ."

". . .and like the clouds, should all the Pegasi gather together as one unstoppable force, wielding the power and warrior spirit of the Pegasi race, surely not even our pampered rulers could overcome us!" Lightning Dust shouted from behind the podium.

The audience cheered and stomped their hooves in the auditorium Lightning Dust had rented. She smiled as she gazed upon her new followers. She counted 30, not including herself and the trio of males standing behind her.

"Never doubted her for a second," Dumb-Bell said with a smirk.

"Neither did we!" said Score as Hoops nodded enthusiastically.

"They really are simple minded," Lightning Dust thought to herself as she recalled her mysterious mentor's advice. She smirked and finished her thought with, "But they'll fight. . .they all will. First with words to win over all of Cloudsdale. And then, with force to-"

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone's attention snapped to the entrance to the auditorium. Standing there was the absolute last pony Lightning Dust wanted to see.

The new arrival gazed around at all the ponies, and then at the Pegasopolis flags hanging behind Lightning Dust. Spitfire gazed at Lightning with a look of shame. "I did not believe the rumors," Spitfire said as she slowly walked down the aisle and towards the stage. "This talk of a Neo-Pegasopolis rally led by a feisty, charismatic mare named Lightning Dust? A mare who spoke off Pegasi Supremacy and a return to the old ways of Commander Hurricane? Again, I did not believe it."

Lightning Dust felt a lump in her throat beginning to grow as painful past memories began to resurface. The two guards flanking her. The ripping off of that golden badge. . .

Spitfire stopped right in front of the stage. "But I just had to check it out for myself. So I peeked in, I saw you, and I heard you mad ravings."

The Wonderbolt Captain flew up and landed soundlessly right next to Lightning Dust. The electric blue mare was sweating profusely. This did not go unnoticed by the audience.

Spitfire turned and addressed the ponies watching, "Why are you all wasting your time with this? What's so gripping about an angry little mare throwing a temper tantrum? A mare who doesn't know her history and is doomed to repeat it? I doubt you know much history either. If you did, then you would know what happens to those who think and act like your 'Commander' over here. They get frozen in ice, burned alive, turned to stone, banished to Tartarus, imprisoned on the moon, and even obliterated and scattered across Equestria."

As the crowd began to mutter to themselves, Dumb-Bell leaned over to Lightning Dust and whispered, "Hey, uh, Dust? Maybe we ought to. . ya know. . .maybe get her out of here?"

Lightning Dust opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only stare in dumbstruck silence at Spitfire, who seemed to emanate an aura of confidence and righteousness. Spitfire must have felt her stare, because she turned to look Lightning Dust in the eye and said, "Do you get it now, Lightning Dust. Do you understand that behind all this talk, you're just a loose cannon who got kicked out of the Wonderbolts because you don't care about anypony except yourself? That if you actually were a Commander, that you wouldn't give two bits about the lives of individual civilians? That allllll of this is just an overblown temper tantrum?"

Smack!

Spitfire's head was knocked to the side by Lightning Dust's hoof, but the Wonderbolt Captain quickly turned her head back to face the younger mare. Spitfire kept up her contemptuous glare and said, "So you can hit me? Big deal. That means nothing. Just a fight or flight response, nothing more. And right now, by the look in your eyes, your sweat soaked fur, and labored breathing; I'd say you're slowly considering the flight option more and more. As expected, Lightning Dust. You're a coward who wants attention."

The entire auditorium was quiet as Spitfire took her time walking to the exit. She left without looking back.

Lightning Dust leaned on her podium, her head staring down as a huge empty pit grew in the depths of her stomach. She could barely hear the crowd of pegasi talk quietly amongst themselves as they slowly filed out of the room.

"Uh. . ." Score said nervously as she stared at the back of Lightning Dust's head.

"Leave me," she said in a broken tone of voice.

The trio of pegasi took it as an order, and quickly left Lightning Dust alone with her thoughts.

She wasn't sure how long she had stood there. All she knew was that it had suddenly become quite dark. But then, she felt that undeniable presence that could not be ignored. Lightning Dust looked up to see the familiar silhouette stand in the open doorway.

"She's too much," Lightning Dust said, almost apologetically. "She's just too much. That Spitfire. Her words carry so much weight. She puts herself in her words. She has no fear. She's the embodiment of the Wonderbolts. . ."

"Those Wonderbolts are a mockery to the true power, ferocity, and courage of the Pegasi race," the figure said shortly, "And what's worse is that it is the Wonderbolts who have weakened, have distracted you, have ruined your notion of the Glory of the Pegasi Race. That pathetic excuse for a Captain and her team don't have centillion of the might that the Pegasi soldiers of old had. And the fact that you, Lightning Dust, allowed them to humiliate you shows that you have the soul of an infantile fruit bat!"

Lightning Dust slammed the podium with her hoof, bringing herself up higher on her hind legs as she desperately fed off the insult and indignity she received from this stranger.

"And what are you? A vampire fruit bat?!" she shouted, "Hiding like a coward while you send me to do all the hard work for you?! You think you can sit there all hidden and judge me? You know what to say. You know what to do. You're ideas and techniques worked. But what do you do? Send me to face the one who crushed me all by myself while you slink in the shadows and come out to mock me! HA!" Lightning Dust knocked the podium off to the side with all the force she could muster. She ignored the noises it made as it rolled clunkily over the cloud floor. She clenched her teeth as she fell back down to all fours. She pointed an accusing hoof and shouted, "I'm twice the mare you'll ever be! I DON'T HIDE IN THE DARKNESS! WHAT HAVE YOU EVER DONE!?"

"What have I done?!" the figure spat, pure rage barely visible on the figure's concealed face, "I've made speeches that sowed Disharmony in the hearts of Pegasi better than Discord could have ever dreamed off! I've fought battles that not even the Changeling Queen could stand to witness!! I've ruled over the entire Pegasi race with a grip stronger than that of Tirek!!! I've done all of that and more, thousands of years before you were spawned!!!! And as for being in Darkness, Lightning Dust; if Luna was corrupted by Darkness, and if King Sombra became Darkness. . .THEN I INVENTED DARKNESS!!!!!"

The figure stepped out of the shadows.

Every nerve in Lightning Dust's entire body seemed to shut down, although she inexplicably remained conscious. Her whole body went limp, and fell to the floor like a sack of jelly. She began blubbering madly, as if trying to but together a coherent sentence. However, that was impossible for her at the moment. Her eyes were still wide opened, and they were fixated on the blood red Commander, her gold rimmed eagle eyes, her short black hair and tail, her golden rimmed helmet, her silver grey armor, and the golden lightning bolt on her chest. She was completely shaken to the core as the strong looking pegasus seemed to tower over her, continuously wearing an angry frown.

"P-p-p-please. . ." she eventually got out. She did not know what she was saying please about. Her mind was only half working. However, it was working enough to get her body slowly back under her control so that she could stand up with any remaining dignity she had.

Commander Hurricane watched as Lightning Dust stood unsteadily on her hooves, but soon managed to still herself.

Then, Lightning Dust performed one last deep breath of relaxation, and saluted with her right fore hoof. "Commander!" she said officially.

Commander Hurricane did not smile. She merely nodded and said, "Very good soldier. Keep in mind that I am your Commander. Everything I say is an order! Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am!" Lightning Dust replied, holding the salute and remaining perfectly still.

"I can't hear you!"

"YES MA'AM!"

Commander Hurricane nodded again. She then began to pace back and forth in front of Lightning Dust. "The Hearth's Warming Eve tail is accurate up to it's ending," the Commander said, "Puddinghead, Platinum, and I were not brainwashed by the weakness and sentiment of Harmony and Friendship. Rather, we were left to our frozen fates, and our subordinates took our place until the arrival of Celestia and Luna. It was an edit to coddle stupid foals, but it also slung mud on my name. Just another motivation for our cause." She turned to Lightning Dust and said, "You have what you need to succeed, soldier. You can deny foolish sentiments. You already have our plan in your head. As you thought to yourself before: 'First with words to win over all of Cloudsdale. And then, with force to overthrow this abominable land, where the strong are expected to sacrifice their ambitions for the weak.' That is what I did, and that is what you will do. Do you understand?"

"YES MA'AM!"

"Good. . ." Commander Hurricane smiled, "And now. . .for your final test. A test in which you will learn about insubordinates, and the making of examples. Some Pegasi are too far gone to see our truth. Most of them will either make good slaves, or are indolent enough to remain normal civilians to use as factory workers or meat shields. But some of these may have too much voice, or too much influence, or too much power, or too much intelligence. Those ponies are a cancer to our Race, and they must be remove. Spitfire has been corrupted by Harmony, by compassion, by sentiment. That will lead her to come back to you, to convert her with her Gospel. She will first check your home and find nothing. Then she will come back here. Here. Where there are no witnesses." Commander Hurricane unsheathed a silver dagger. It had a leather strap around it to fasten it to the user's hoof. Commander Hurricane pressed the dagger into Lightning Dust's hoof. "Kill her, and our victory in Cloudsdale is assured. Do you understand?"

Lightning Dust stared down at the dagger. At first, it brought on feelings of repulsion. But then, those feelings were pushed out by the memories of not only that fateful day at the Wonderbolt Academy, but also of the events of today. And as she gazed at the face of the insuperable Commander, she found it impossible to refuse anything she asked of her.

Lightning Dust set her jaw, attached the dagger securely to her right hoof with the leather strap, and saluted once more.

"YES MA'AM!"

The blood red pegasus nodded, and with a powerful flap of her wings, she flew off backstage, leaving Lightning Dust all by herself.

"Lightning Dust?"

The mare turned to see Spitfire slowly walk into the auditorium. It was still dark, and Lightning had attached the dagger to her hoof in such a way that nopony would see it while standing face to face with her.

"Lightning Dust. . ." Spitfire began, looking slightly down and sympathetic. "I. . .I want to help you."

"Help me to be weak?" Lightning Dust said bitterly, glaring hard at Spitfire, "To hold back? To wait up for others who have no business trying to fly or to be Pegasi or to even live?! Pegasi control the weather, they fight, they protect, they guard, they're the strongest. Unicorns and Earth Ponies are beneath us. Who cares about their pain if we get something out of it. Even if it's just thrill."

Spitfire kept a straight face. She then raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, Lightning Dust. I want you to answer this question for me, and I want you to say it unwaveringly. If the ponies in the hot air balloon that got caught in your tornado had died, would you have minded?"

"No Spitfire. . .I would have preferred it if they had died."

That statement completely broke Spitfire's composure. She looked shocked, horrified even. "You. . .you don't mean that. This is all talk. It's got to be!" Spitfire leaned closer to the other mare and looked directly into her eyes. She prodded her with a hoof and said authoritatively, "You're self-centered, narcissistic, a loose cannon, and an adrenaline junkie; but you're certainly not an evil bigot!"

Lightning Dust sneered and raised her right hoof. "You don't know me at all, tumor. . You don't know the Pegasi race at all."

It all happened in an instant. She tackled, she thrust forth her hoof, there was blood, and now she was standing over the one who had broken her.

"Congratulations, soldier," came the voice of Commander Hurricane from backstage, "The tumor had been removed, and the Pegasi race is stronger for it. Now, tell me, how do you feel?"

Lightning Dust was feeling a lot of things. Horror, terror, trauma, disgust, and disgrace; just to name a few. But that didn't stop other feelings to come as well.

"Powerful. . ." Lightning Dust said as she gazed at the bloody dagger, "Masterful. Almighty. Omnipotent. . ."

"The word you are looking for. . .is IMMORTAL!"

Lightning Dust's eyes widened as a chill ran through her whole body. "Immortal. . ." she repeated softly.

"Don't move a muscle," a voice said.

Lightning Dust turned to see the pair of police officers who arrested her before standing at the entrance. Behind the officers where Hoops, Score, and Dumb-Bell.

Dumb-Bell swallowed hard, but then gathered up his nerve and said, "Dust. . .we came back to check up on you. Spitfire got here first. We saw the whole thing and. . .and we ran to get the cops. We. . .we just had too."

One of the officers nodded and said, "Well, Ms Dust, I can say with great certainty that you'll be found guilty of this murder."

"Actually, it's attempted murder."

Everypony looked over with great shock to see Spitfire raising her head slightly and managing a small smile. "She only just missed my heart. Got a rib though. Give me a few stitches and a blood transfusion, and I'm sure I'll live," the Wonderbolt Captain said laboriously as blood continued to leak out of her chest wound.

At that moment, Lightning Dust turned fast and propelled herself at top speed at the wall behind her, smashing through the clouds and leaving a pegasus shaped imprint. As she flew out into the night, two more Pegasi police officers flew out in front of her, back up for the others in case she attempted to flee.

"FREEZE!" they shouted as they pointed crossbows loaded with ice arrows at her.

Lightning Dust went into a step dive to evade them, but to no avail. She felt the icy sting of the arrows as they pierced her wings. Her feathers grew cold, stiff, and heavy. She was falling fast, but her descent was stopped when the two officers dived down and grabbed her by her wings. A sudden intense rage built up inside of her, and it exploded out of her as she screamed, "HAIL HURRICANE!!!"

Lightning Dust thrashed around wildly, swinging her hooves madly, until she managed to catch the two officers in their faces. Stunned, the two officers let go, and Lightning Dust resumed falling to the ground, her icy wings making her heavy and dense.

Lightning Dust began repeated a mantra, "I am immortal. I am immortal. I am immortal! I AM IMM-"

SPLACK!!!

After rushing Spitfire to the hospital, the two officers arrived at the scene where the two back-up officers were already. There the body lay, wings iced over and nearly every bone broken from impact.

"'Hail Hurricane'. . ." one officer repeated in pity and disbelief, "How very sad. How can someone become so driven by a pony who isn't even alive anymore?"

The officers didn't at all notice the shadowy figure of a pegasus watching them from a distance. Nor did they notice the pegasus turn to two other shadowy figures. One was a unicorn wearing a royal robe and crowd. The other was an earth pony wearing a odd looking hat and a ruff around her neck. The three figures nodded to each other, and went their separate ways.

"Where will they go next, to whom will they visit, these phantoms from another time, these resurrected ghosts of a previous nightmare - to Prince Blueblood in Canterlot? To Filthy Rich in Ponyville? Anyplace, everyplace, where there's hate, where there's prejudice, where there's bigotry. They're alive. They're alive so long as these evils exist. Remember that when they come to your town. Remember it when you hear their voices speaking out through others. Remember it when you hear a name called, a minority attacked, any blind, unreasoning assault on a people or any living being. They're alive because through these things we keep them alive. Not just in the Twilight Sparkle Zone, but in all universes, and in all worlds."

Author's Note

Communist Lightning Dust avatar by Schrodinger-Excidium
http://schrodinger-excidium.deviantart.com/art/Communist-Lightning-Dust-avatar-425085113

Commander Hurricane Interpretation by Emkay-MLP
http://emkay-mlp.deviantart.com/art/Commander-Hurricane-Interpretation-360270841

This chapter is based off of "He's Alive" - Season 4 Episode 106 of The Twilight Zone