Quill's Journal (a.k.a. The quest to save time)

Firecracker sighed as she looked at her friends, all of their eyes wide in concern.

"Well, like I told ya Quill, it wasn't a bad dream, but ain't a good one either."

she started, racking her brain for more information. Turner nodded, setting down his glass of lemonade so he could listen properly. Ash moved forward and hugged Firecracker again, trying to lighten the mood.

Firecracker sighed and hugged back before continuing with the story.

"Well, when it started, I was back with Wisteria, in my real time, just before that weird pony took me away. I could here my mom singing that lullaby, even after the pony took me away, I could still hear that song, haunting me as I was brought into this weird blue shed, with another unicorn inside. I could feel and see everything, like I was watching from above, seeing exactly what happened. I watched myself being put on the doorstep. And then, everything went black."

Firecracker explained, putting understanding looks on everypony's faces.

"No wonder you thought of it so neutrally. It wasn't a dream. It was a memory."

Turner pointed out, causing Firecracker to nod her head.

"Yeah, but I don't understand why it's happenin now. I've known  about my past and about my mom for 5 months now. Why is it now I'm all of the sudden dreaming about it?"

Firecracker thought aloud, cocking her head in confusion. Ash thought a moment.

"Maybe it's a sign or warning! Don't you three have weirdly awesome time exploring mojo?"

he asked, gesturing his hooves into the air as he pretended to be a super hero. Quill rolled her eyes in amusement.

"We used to Ash, but ever since Chrysalis was defeated, the magic disappeared. It was only a gift given to us by the tree of harmony to help us on our quest, like the elements to the mane 6."

Quill explained, as she turned to Firecracker.

"Although, Firecracker, you still have connections to Wisteria. Have you spoken to her about the dreams?"

Quill asked in concern. Firecracker sadly shook her head.

"Nope, I haven't seen her in weeks. She said somethin about strange happenins in the Etherial Plain."

Firecracker explained, lowering her head at the mention of her ghostly mother. Turner raised an eyebrow.

"What's going on?"

he asked. Firecracker shrugged.

"Ya guess is as good as mine. She didn't tell me anytin other than what I just told ya."

she said, putting concerned looks on everyone.

-Meanwhile in the Etherial Plain-

Wisteria panted as she ran through the foggy depths of her haunting home, her eyes widened as she watched what was chasing her. Her breath was quick and shallow, and ectoplasm dripped down her face like sweat.  In her haste, she quickly levitated a shadowy tree out of the ground and threw it behind her, trying to slow down her pursuer. The attacker merely broke through it as if it were a twig and carried on, drawing closer and closer.

Wisteria felt her misty body fade little by little. She was losing energy. She couldn't run for much longer. With a terrified gasp, she stopped in her tracks and turned to face her pursuer, who was cocking their head in interest.

"There. I stopped. Are you happy now?"

Wisteria asked, panting as her body began to return to normal. The pursuer gave a light laugh, causing Wisteria's back to prickle.

"Indeed. I merely wanted to speak to you Wisty. It's been awhile."

they scoffed, making Wisteria flinch, but then straighten her face in anger.

"Do not call me that."

she ordered through her teeth.

"Why not? It's your name."

they replied with a smirk. Wisteria glared at them.

"It was the name YOU gave me. It isn't the name I was born with. That honor goes to my mother."

she spat. The pursuer laughed.

"Ah yes, the great Fire Lily the Mage, how would she react if she saw her daughter  now!? An Etherial Rogue, living in the shadows as a widowed mother to that hooligan of a daughter?!"

they cackled, causing Wisteria's shadowy blood to boil.

"Don't you DARE speak of my daughter THAT way! Don't forget that my magic is still as powerful as it was when I was alive! Either tell me what you've come for, or I'll send you to burn on the sun!"

Wisteria threatened, her horn glowing bright green. The pursuer clucked their toungue.

"Tsk tsk Wisty, your worst than Starswirl the Bearded! But, I may as well  humor you. I came for the spell! The spell that you stole from me!"

they said, pointing accusingly at Wisteria.

Wisteria's eyes widened.

"No! Not THAT spell! Even when we created it, you never hoped to use it! It has enough power to send Equestria into a never ending time loop! The universe could shatter! Everypony would die!"

Wisteria shouted, her magic brightening with each word. The pursuer smiled mischievously, as if remembering an old joke.

"I know, that's why I'm taking you out of the picture entirely!"

they cackled madly, as their horn glowed purple and green in the darkness around them.

Wisteria immediately began to shoot beams of magic at them, which were deflected rather easily. They then continued to move closer. Wisteria backed away quickly, trying as hard as she could to get away from them, but to no avail as she felt dark magic envelop her. Her last thought was her plan B for this situation. She shut her eyes tightly as she sent a message. A telepatic message to friends of her's. Friends that were now needed. She then squeezed her eyes even tighter as she preformed a teleportation spell, trying to pull herself out of her enemy's grip. With a small pop, she was gone. The pursuer smiled. They had weakened Wisteria a great deal. She wasn't a threat anymore. The book was theirs.

With that, the pursuer  walked casually toward Wisteria's library, blowing the door down with magic. They grinned madly as they leafed through each book, giving a squeal of delight when they found what they were looking for.

"Oh don't worry Wisteria. I'll take good care of it. And who know's, maybe I'll get time to visit our daughter."

they said, as they pulled down their hood to read the text more properly, revealing the chipped, battered, but very alive Sombra as he opened a book of old memories, hoping to create new ones.