Mind and Magic

by Fictional Fanatic

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Luna, Original Character, Pinkie Pie, Human, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 15231

Escaping a mental asylum, should get harder with every time right? Wrong. These morons never think. So naturally, as a Solid class human I'm put in a Solid class confinement. Same mistake every time. Now to get my stuff and get my revenge on Twilight

So, once again I escape my prison, falsely accused of being crazy. I have only one person to turn to. I hope she still loves me after what I did last time. Now, about that crazy bit, I'm not crazy. I'm mentally incomplete, learn the difference.

Now to actually get myself 'fixed' I need a knife, and a way into Princess Twilights living quarters. Any ideas?

This is a new Idea I had. A Displaced story that is not about the Displaced but another being from the Equestria the Displaced got sent to.

Published 2015-03-24 21:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-24 07:24:28 UTC

Escaping.

Mind and Magic.
Chapter 1.
Escaping.

I looked down at the grass below my bare feet and admired the lush green colors. Even in the darkness of Princess Luna's night, such a view was breathtaking. Or at least it was for me, I had after all been locked inside a mental asylum for the past 3 months. And right now I was taking a short break from busting myself out of that place.

But as I stood there and felt my sweet freedom take me into its beautiful arms I remembered that I had not fully escaped yet, I was still within the bounds of 'Dark Shard Asylum'. An asylum meant for criminals who were not considered sane or had been under the influence of dark magic. A terrible place for such a young maiden as myself. Not made any better that I had ended up here on false accusations from those I saw as my friends.

As I spent quite some time in this asylum, I had come to realize that most of my friends neither had a choice or were simply too confused to see it all from another perspective, So I had naturally forgiven them all, they are my friends after all. But my heart was still full of hatred as there was one person I could not forgive, the one who did this to me and my sister, the one who led my friends against me, the one I thought I could rely on in any situation. Princess Twilight Sparkle. The one I had sworn I would get back at.

Now, the funny thing is. This is not the first time I have escaped from this asylum. For some reason, the people in charge of me had decided that I was to be held in this particular asylum and not be moved to a new one each time they caught me. I suppose it's a good thing for me as I now know all the security protocols, and boy are they terrible in this place. I mean, Sure, I might be a Solid class human, there's no changing that. But the only security measure to my Solid class cell was that everything was made of far more sturdier material than other cells. But did they ever think about adding anything against the use of magic? No, they didn't. Only because I'm a Solid class. And as a Solid class, I'm not meant to be able to use magic. But I disagree. Any Solid class can use magic, they just can't produce the magic themselves. The one thing I must thank Twilight for is awakening my dormant abilities. Even if it was a whole year of pure torture.

So naturally, escaping comes easy to me, it just takes time to collect enough magical energy to teleport out of that place and not end up in another cell.

But this time I had gone a step further to give myself more of a head start and had left an illusion of me being in my cell, it would probably dissipate after 8 hours, plenty of time to escape. And so I set my sights on the road, this would be a long walk, but it would be worth it. This time I will succeed.

Ignoring the cold, the hunger and the thirst I could only complain about my legs hurting. The dirt roads were not something to be traveling by bare feet. If only I had a carriage. I thought to myself, before realizing that someone would have had to pull it and quickly changed my wish. I wish I had shoes right now. But I was almost at my old home, Ponyville. The only place where I knew someone I could trust. "I'm coming sister, I hope you just don't try to throw me a party like last time." I silently spoke to myself.

As I found Ponyville within sight I saw the horizon turning orange. I had been walking the whole night, but I could not rest just yet. Walking into town I could only see one or two people walking about. Thankfully the distance I kept was enough for me not to attract any attention to myself, even if I was wearing a straight jacket. But I guess distance helped me in that aspect as well.

I was able to easily navigate Ponyville as I had lived here before. I pushed onward, towards Sugar Cube Corner.

As I came up to the bakery I went over to the back door and knocked, I knew Pinkie would be awake at this time, getting the batter ready and pre-heating the ovens. All for a busy day at Sugar Cube Corner. I did not have to worry about the previous owners as they had retired and were now traveling together with their kids. Something I had only found out through the letters I got from Pinkie every now and again at the asylum.

Soon I could hear someone walking around inside, "Coomi~ng" I could hear the voice of my sister. Knowing what was coming I got ready. As the door opened I tackled my unsuspecting sister to the ground and put up a hand against her mouth to keep her from uttering as much as a yelp from the sudden pounce.

"Pinkie. Not. A. Word." I said looking sternly at my dear sister. At first, she showed no signs of having heard me as she kept on talking excitedly into my hand for a solid minute before seeing my gaze upon her making her realize I wanted her to be silent. As she nodded I let go of a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. I got of her, once again letting her speak.

"Sister? What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be here for another twelve hours!" My sister asked, making me snicker at the fact that Pinkie sense wouldn't let her determine at what hour I would appear on her doorstep, only what day.

"I took a risk and escaped a bit earlier this time so I could get here as soon as possible. Also, I need clothes, something to eat and drink. Think you could help me?" I asked as I turned to see her already standing up and looking at me with a smile upon her face.

"Sure thing! I got everything ready for you. Go upstairs to my old room, I'll be up in a minute." She replied to my request, pointing towards the stairs.

I thank her, earning me an even bigger smile from her as I walk up the stairs. Once upstairs I walk to Pinkie's old room and enter to see the current guest room in perfect guest receiving condition. As if she knew she would be having a guest today. Just as I knew she did. After all, that was one of the things we shared. Our Pinkie sense.

I sat down at the bed and looked around the room, taking in the memories. The stain from that one birthday cake that we never could get rid of, the secret compartment under the floorboards where we hid cupcakes to eat at a later date. And that painting We painted all those years ago. Such fond memories, too bad it hurt to remember those, once again the courtesy of Twilight. Something else to hate her for.

Soon Pinkie came up with some cupcakes, a few sandwiches, and some water. I thankfully ate and drank all of it in two seconds flat. Somewhat slow for mine and Pinkie's standards, but I was too tired to do it properly. As I was done I looked back at Pinkie and was surprised to see her holding my old clothes, the ones I used to wear before they took me to that asylum.

"Pinkie, where did you get those? I thought they were taken by the asylum." I stated, I doubted she had stolen them as she would never do such a thing. So my surprise was genuine.

"I made sure to have extras in case you ever required a new pair of clothes. I always wear different kinds of clothes, but you, on the other hand, wore nothing but those clothes, so I made sure to have a pair myself in case they got worn out or something and you needed a replacement when Rarity was out of town." She smiled at me, handing me the clothes. "And it seems it wasn't in vain."

"Thanks, Pinkie, you are the best sister anyone could have," I said as I started to get dressed. "Could you get a mirror? I would like to have a look at myself." I said as I was putting on my jeans.

"No problem!" She said before I heard her running off and reappear together with a full-body mirror from downstairs before I could even look up at her.

As I looked up I saw my reflection right in front of me I saw: A young lady figure with long, flat pink hair flowing along the back. Light blue eyes. Clothed in a pair of blue jeans, a decorative chain hanging from one of the pockets. A black long-armed T-shirt with a pink cupcake on it and a nice pair of black leather boots on her feet. That was me, it felt like me. I looked down at the straight jacket and pants I had worn before changing into my familiar outfit. Hopefully, this would be the last time.

I looked at Pinkie, "So, how do I look?" I asked with a slight smile on my face, finally feeling the restrains of that awful asylum letting go of me.

"You look as good as ever Pinkie." She said, making me frown. "Pinkie," I said in a stern voice. "You know I don't like to be called that, I'm no longer a part of you, remember? I am myself. So please, say my name correctly." I said as I gave her a look of disappointment.

Seeming to remember what we decided so long ago she apologized. "Sorry, I keep forgetting. It won't happen again, Diane." She said with an apologetic look. Of course, I couldn't stay mad at her. "No worries, as long as you remember," I said once again smiling.

I quickly took a look around the room and decided I should sleep rather sooner than later. "Pinkie, is it okay if I retire for today? I kinda walked here during the whole night, so I missed some sleep." I said, nodding towards the clothes I had arrived in to remind her I had walked from a mental asylum, an asylum awfully far away at that.

She nodded, took the straight jacket and pants I had worn and left the room telling me she would be close by if I needed anything. She also warned me that it could sometimes get rather loud during lunchtime, I just smile and told her it would be no problem. Looking back at me first in confusion and then understanding I knew she had caught my drift, so to speak.

As Pinkie left I started with my little ritual, I spoke the spell over and over in my head before I was certain I had it perfected and then bit my right thumb. As I bit through the skin and blood started flowing I started drawing the necessary circle on the wooden floor, preparing my barrier spell. As I was finished with the circle I started chanting the incantation and saw the circle of blood disappear, leaving no traces behind except a dead silence, result of the barrier shutting out sounds. I quickly healed my thumb with a much simpler spell that didn't require a circle and went to bed. Tomorrow would be a hard day for me and everyone involved.

As I was falling asleep I heard Pinkie carefully enter my room and whisper to me. "Sweet dreams, Pinkamena Diane Pie." Before I fell into a hopefully dreamless sleep.

Author's Note

So, that's quite a start, don't you think?

So to explain the classes, Solid class is equal to Earth Ponies, Spirit Class is unicorns, Angel class Is Pegasi and God class is Alicorn. The rest will be introduced as the story goes on. But other races that have been turned into humans are: Griffins, Zebras, Minotaurs, Dragons, Buffaloes, Crystal Ponies, Changelings, Thestrals (AKA Bat ponies/Lunar ponies). (I might have forgotten one or two.)

Appearance, Solid class look like basic humans, Spirit class have a gem on their forehead instead of a horn and Angel class have big wings on their back that they're able to hide as to not be an inconvenience when on the ground. God class have both the gem and the wings.

Yes, this really is a Displaced fic, only thing is... The Displaced in this world is not the MC. But don't worry, the Displaced will appear and the relation between Diane, Pinkie and Twilight will be explained.

Dreaming.

Mind and Magic.
Chapter 2.
Dreaming.

I was sitting behind a white cafe table on a matching white chair. This setup was situated upon a grassy hill, letting me overlook the plains of green grass that seemed to stretch on forever, only obstructed by a tree every now and again. I was holding a simple cup full of a brand-less tea tasting of cupcakes. It was a wonderful moment, making me sigh as I knew it couldn't last.

"Princess Luna, tell me. Are you going to be hiding in here all night?" I said out loud to make sure she could hear me where ever she was hiding. "I know you are there, there is no use in hiding," I added after noticing the lack of a Princess appearing.

"Please Princess, won't you join me for tea?" I gestured towards the second chair and cup of tea that had suddenly appeared next to me. "We could even have cake," I said as I took a bite of the cake that was placed on a delicate little plate in my right hand with the spoon in my left.

Still no response. I knew she was here, just where? How could I make her come out and talk to me? I continued to look around the beautiful landscape, taking occasional sips from my tea and bites from the cake. I was looking for any kind of abnormal signs that could signify the changes occurring when one intrudes upon one's mind. One year of training with Pinkie had made me a master.

To change the scenery a little I choose to open up the parasol that was stuck in the middle of the table to give me a nice shade. Unfortunately, the shadow didn't reach me as the sun was in the wrong angle. One. I thought as I recognized the sign of abnormality.

The sun wouldn't be a problem for long as it had moved to a more suitable position before I had finished my latest sip of tea, now with the taste of blueberry frosting. As I once again looked up from my cup to look at the horizon I put down my cup to free my hands. Two. I stated. Looking around the only new development was that the sun was now at such an angle that I was cooling in a pleasant shade of a parasol. Something the Princess was missing out on.

I decided to stretch my legs. Three. I now thought to myself noticing the third abnormality and picked up the cup I had earlier placed on the table. Now with the steaming hot liquid in my hands, I quickly spun around and threw the tea in front of me, while keeping my eyes closed. A scream of pain was my reward.

Opening my eyes I saw the Princess, wearing an expression of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "Would you like a towel?" I asked as I offered her one. She hesitantly took it and started to wipe herself off. I waited patiently.

"So, once again, Why were you hiding?" I asked, seeing the Princess nearly done with wiping herself of.

"We have come to speak with you. However decided not to approach you to suddenly, We had also earlier avoided such for fear of what dreams a lunatic like you could dream." Luna replied. I had to restrain myself from lashing out at her for openly accusing me of being crazy.

"Dear Princess, may I ask why one would believe me to not possess a sane enough mind to have normal dreams?" I said in a voice as calm as I could muster. Wanting to know what she knew about me.

"We've been told that you attempted to take the life of our friend Twilight Sparkle, unprovoked. As well as being behind the unstable mind of the element of Laughter known as Pinkie Pie." Luna said, making my fury almost explode at that moment, thankfully I was able to stop myself.

"You are only half right Princess," I said, my previous smile gone. "I did indeed try and claim Princess Twilight's life, but not without cause. I do have my reasons as to hating her. Secondly, you have been misinformed. I am not the one responsible for my -" I stopped myself from saying sister at the last moment as no one else knew about her harboring me in secret. "- Pinkie's suffering. I wouldn't benefit from it. Neither do I enjoy hurting others. But I am still able to do what I believe is right, even if I don't enjoy it." I finished up my explanation.

"And what proof do you have of this? I will not simply believe one of questionable motives. I would also have very little reason to believe that a fellow Princess, especially Twilight Sparkle would lie to us." Luna replied, not believing a word of what I had said.

Sighing over the fact of how stupid this was I continued. "You claim I have no proof? Then can you present any of your own? Whatever the ones at the scene believe they saw or understood, there's a high probability they didn't understand what they saw and therefore made assumptions. Later relaying it as what they thought happened. Now, Out of curiosity. What did Twilight tell you happened and when?" I now asked my question, after giving Luna something to think about.

Luna stared at me for the longest time before answering. "She told us of how she believed her friend Pinkie Pie was suffering from a split personality. How she had decided to use a spell to cure her. But after said spell Pinkie changed and was not herself. A year later another Pinkie Pie appeared, as soon as she saw Twilight she attempted murder. Twilight was able to get away safely and the other Pinkie Pie was put in confinement for questioning. But she escaped and once again tried to attack her. After being caught once again she was sent to a mental asylum as she was deemed crazy after her questioning. They also found out she had existed as another personality inside Pinkie's mind and saw the connection to Pinkie's suffering. That and the fact that you somehow kept escaping is all I know." Luna finished, for some reason looking very confident.

"I guess I should shed some light on the whole thing, but first. Did anyone mention that Twilight's spell first failed?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the Princess.

The Princess gave me a questioning look, answering my question. "Seem's she didn't. Well, what happened was that Twilight assumed that Pinkie had two personalities and that it would be best to seal one away as it seemed to be causing Pinkie harm. The keyword is assumed. She was wrong in her assumption. It was-"

"And yet, here you stand. Explain that!" Luna rudely interrupted me.

"I was getting to that part," I replied with a slight hiss in my voice to show how little I appreciated her input. "Where was I? Oh right."

"As Twilight first cast her spell flawlessly. Yet, from the simple part included in the spell that it would fail if the targets mind did not contain more than one personality, made the spell fail. Twilight was unable to comprehend what had happened. Not for a single second did she consider that the spell had done everything just like it was supposed to. Instead, she thought the spell might be incomplete, she quickly made a new version of the spell. I would call it impressive, if not for the fact that she forgot one very important detail, the safety mechanics that stopped the first spell."

"As she cast her new spell, the spell encountered the same problem as the first one did. There was only one personality. But where the first spell would stop and die out, Twilight's version continued to try and find a solution. And it did, only one not so elegant. Would you like to guess what such magic would do in a situation like this, Princess?"

Luna was staring at me for a moment while her brain was trying to figure out what would happen. As she was thinking her eyes slowly started to grow larger and she seemed to realize what would happen. As she opened her mouth to answer I interrupted. "Exactly, the spell decided to add another step to the process so it could complete the other two set by the caster. The new step? Rip the targeted mind to shreds, and re-assimilate them into two separate ones." I looked at the Princess who was standing speechless with her mouth hung open. "Yes, Princess, that's the moment I was born. The point in time where some of the pieces of Pinkie came together to make me, Pinkamena Diane Pie. But do you know what the worst part was? I was immediately sealed away. And Pinkie? Well, she was now even worse off as she was now even less herself than ever. Yet Twilight was proud over herself and thought she had succeeded. Not even bothering to check how Pinkie's mental state was handling things. And later when they realized Pinkie was no longer herself and I made my first appearance they all blamed it on me." I said pointing at myself.

"Well, what did you expect? You attacked a Princess for no reason." Luna said, having recovered from her earlier daze. "No sane person would do that out of the blue," Luna said accusingly while pointing at me. The tone she used signifying how angry she was over the fact that I had not only tried to murder a Princess but also a friend of hers.

"Really? You still don't see it? Fine, I'll explain why I did such a thing. That day, when she separated me and Pinkie I was sealed into Pinkie's mind. I still had access to the five senses, but I could not control the body. The body I saw as my own. I hadn't realized what had happened at the time and thought I had been paralyzed. That is until my body started moving on its own, talking, eating and living my life. I was scared, so scared. I thought that Twilight had for some reason not seen me fit as a friend and had created another me to take my place. I was heartbroken, how could she do something like that? Later on, I realized that was not the case. As the new inhibitor of my body was just as confused. She was not like I used to be and it confused her, it was about that time I caught myself having done things differently. I was no longer myself. Sometime later, I figured out exactly what happened. And that's when I realized that Twilight was to blame."

"First of all, I was worried, but this soon all turned into rage. How could she do such a thing? Did she not trust me? Why didn't she talk to me about her suspicions, why did she have to do it like that? I also realized that both me and the other me had retained different parts of ourselves. And one of the bigger parts I retained was our anger, our rage. Something that grew and made me hate Twilight even more. As time went on, I saw more and more things Twilight could have done to prevent this and help Pinkie in another way, and not make stupid assumptions. My hate grew, but so did also another part, my love. I had kept my ability to love, something that my other part now could not. I hated to see her like that and only hated Twilight even more for it."

"Even, later on, I realized something. The magic keeping me inside Pinkie's head was improvised. So I tried to break it down, as I did I gained some great understanding of magic and within a year of my birth I was able to break down the spell. The released energies were enough to give me my own body and that is how I appeared. Pinkie was very surprised to see me, but as I explained who I was she did something I can never thank her enough for. She called me sister."

"For a few days, we bonded and had fun together, me getting used to having my own body. I even told her how I felt for Twilight and why. She said she could understand my reasons but that she couldn't hate Twilight as she was a friend. Of course, I understood that It was for the fact that she couldn't feel hate. Sometime during those days, I did something I would regret as much as I would do all over again. I gave a part of myself to Pinkie, I gave up my ability to love so that she could feel it once again."

"Now Luna, what do you say about that?" I said with evident anger in my voice. "Can you now understand my hate for Twilight? Not only did she do this to me and Pinkie, but she didn't even realize what she did. She thought everything was fine and dandy. While I and Pinkie suffered for a whole year until we could meet. So the day I saw her, I only saw red. I was so full of anger towards her, and with none of that love I used to have for her, I lost control."

"Now, Luna. Who is right in this situation?" I asked, looking at the Lunar Princess who was sitting on the grass stunned by my explanation and outburst.

As the Princess did nothing, I decided I had had enough. "Goodbye, Princess. I'm leaving." I said as I decided I no longer wanted to dream and woke up.

Author's Note

Look at this mess, Look at it!

This chapter turned out different from how I pictured it. But at least it follows the story as I wanted it to.

Now, you guys may ask why I'm uploading a chapter I'm not quite satisfied with? I have been editing and rewriting this chapter for quite a while. Many writers strive for perfection, but in truth there isn't anything that can be perfect. I believe this chapter has turned out as good as it can be. And trying to change it any more would mean rewriting it entirely or just make it worse. So this is it.

In the forest.

Mind and Magic.
Chapter 3.
In the forest.

Confirmed. I never want to dream again. Huh? You don't see the bad thing about dreaming... I guess you wouldn't. But let me tell you, for me, it's like poison. The dreams themselves are wonderful, always have been. The waking up after, not so much. You see, as I was separated from Pinkie I never had dreams while I slept. The only times I did was when Luna came to visit, something that only happened once or twice when she mistook me for Pinkie, during those times I played along like I was Pinkie to avoid being found. For some obscure reason, her visits into my mind create dreams, dreams that introduce me to hell once I wake up. Shallow breathing, puking, a fever, red eyes, and an astounding headache. Those are the symptoms I get after a night's rest connected to a dream. And of course, I. HATE. EVERY. DARN. SECOND.

I was currently lying on my side under the cozy covers of the bed. Looking at the window and making sure I was close enough to the puke bucket Pinkie had set up, in case I had to puke again. If I had to describe this situation with one word, it would be Tartarus. How could something as wonderful as dreams, that came from something as wonderful as sleep end up in this torture?

After having puked myself half to death and having nothing more to heave up from the deepest pits of my body anymore, I was able to get out of bed. My headache had settled to a mild pressure in my head, enabling me to move around without being punished by a mental strike to the head. I decided that no matter how terrible a condition I was in, I should still get myself somewhat presentable. So I went to the bathroom to drink some water and get rid of the terrible taste in my mouth.

After cleaning my mouth and brushing my teeth for four minutes, I brushed my hair and changed out of my pajamas. Feeling a lot better than I had after waking up. I went to see how Pinkie was doing at the counter.

Unfortunately, I realized I had slept away most of the day and that it was currently night. Meaning Pinkie was asleep and the establishment closed for the night. I remembered Pinkie coming into my room and saying something, probably about the fact that she was going to bed. I sighed as I realized I would have to be by myself for a while.

With the intention to use my free time efficiently I decided to sneak out and get some of my routine training in. I had after all been cooped up in an asylum for three months. Making my way down the stairs into Sugar Cube Corner, I was careful not to awake Pinkie. I also left a short note, written in runes only Pinkie and I would understand. I had decided to teach her the runes that were connected to my magic so she could use it herself. Just in case of emergency.

With that, I left Sugar Cube Corner, locked the door with my spare key, and set my sights at the outskirts of Ponyville. I did not have to worry about anyone either recognizing me or even bump into me as I was walking about during the night. It's not that there wasn't anyone else out and about, just that all the nightclub and night goers usually went into the other direction. Sugar Cube Corner was located in the less active part of town when one was speaking about the night activities. Something me and Pinkie knew from a week we both would refer to as the 'Hyper week'. A week where both of us would essentially go without sleep and refill our energies with cupcakes called the 'diabetes bomb'. We stopped once our bodies were burning calories faster than we could bake our cupcakes and still have time to move around the town. Somehow we never even came close to running the risk of getting sick with diabetes, must be because we're 'Solid class'. They do tend to be more durable. Also, to clear things up. The Hyper week was before I first met Twilight.

The memory managed to get a few giggles out of me as I reached the outskirts of town. The closest house is the one belonging to Fluttershy as is was the only one to live this close to the Everfree. Most would call her foolish to endanger herself like that, I knew better. Fluttershy was shy, but she was an amazing caretaker, whenever it came to animals or other humans she always knew how to take care of them. By living farther away from the town and closer to the Everfree forest she could easily take care of animals that lived in the forest and would refuse to get any closer to Ponyville. Some creatures would not even leave the forest. Fluttershy's good nature would mean she would go out even into Everfree forest to help a wounded animal.

She is someone to admire. She might be shy around others, but when it comes to it she can stand up for herself, face her fears and come through to help others. She might be afraid, but that's what being brave is about, to overcome one's fears and go on no matter how much you're shaking in your boots.

Now, I didn't like the Everfree forest any more than anyone else, but it was the closest isolated environment that I could use for my training. Besides, if it came down to it, I could always defend myself. This thought, however, stopped me dead in my tracks. I had forgotten to bring a weapon to defend myself with!

Good one, Diane. Getting chewed up before getting your revenge on Twilight. That would be a brilliant move! I thought to myself sarcastically. And with that, I turned back to retrieve a weapon.

After having gone back to Sugar Cube Corner and gotten my trusty weapon, The Party Slicer, from a secret compartment in the kitchen, I had returned to stand before the Everfree forest.

The Party Slicer was a custom weapon I had crafted myself. I might not be a blacksmith or anything of the sort, but I still knew many things and had eventually (with the help of some magic) gotten the thing I now held in my grasp. A beautiful pink, kitchen knife with a light blue handle and my cutie mark on both sides of the blade. Now, the pink color did not come from any kind of paint or such, it was, in fact, the metal itself that had a pink tint to it. It was an alloy of combined metals and magic meant to respond to my soul, to resonate only with me and to make sure my weapon would not harm me. The cutie mark, however, was just simply painted on. And the handle was of blue colored wood, polished so that it would feel right and pleasant to the touch when held.

Entering the forest I had no particular destination in mind. I was looking for any place with enough space so that I could train without attracting unwanted attention, or so that I had a clear view of my surroundings. I didn't want to be surrounded and not have any way to escape if I was found by a pack of timberwolves.

I had made plenty of trips through the Everfree on several occasions, and only a few of them that let me explore the forest as I pleased. Most of those being when I was looking for a place to train so I could defeat Twilight one on one and get my revenge. Most of these searched ended up in temporary training grounds. They were only temporary as I usually found out that they were hunting grounds for timberwolves, a Chimeras sleeping grounds and once I even stumbled upon a field of flowers that would start to spew poisonous gas during the night. So I once again had to find a new place to train. A few times I had to backtrack as to not lose my sense of direction and my whereabouts of where I was in the Everfree, I was mapping everything in my mental map so that I wouldn't get lost. Something I had realized I was good at after a few runs in the forest.

After about forty-five minutes of scouting the forest, I came upon a big clearing next to a cliff, free from anything but hard-packed ground. It looked like a perfect training ground. With the cliff cutting off one of four directions, I could easily keep my eyes on my surroundings while training. This would indeed make for a good training ground. With such a perfect training ground I might spend more time here than first intended, good thing I didn't specify the amount of time I would be gone on the note I left. I wouldn't want to worry Pinkie.

Let's get this over with. I thought before diving straight into my training.

As the moon was setting, I fell down to the ground, completely exhausted. I would definitely require a bath after this. Resting only for a few seconds, I got up once again and took a good look at myself. My clothes were dirty and wet from my sweat. My skin could almost be described as red from the blood racing under it faster than usual and my hair would require quite a lot of brushing. My muscles however had visibly bulked up and I had gotten rid of any extra fat I had been storing on my body. I think most girls would be jealous of me right now. Loosing all my extra fat in mere hours. I would make a fortune starting my own gym, no doubt.

But I had no other options if I was to take down Twilight a few pegs, I wouldn't kill her as Pinkie and I had a long discussion about that. Still not entirely sure how she convinced m, but, in the end, her final statement had made sure I would abandon that path for all eternity, the fact that if I killed one of Pinkie's friends she would become very sad and not want to be my friend/sister anymore. That is something I want to avoid at all cost, so I'll have to settle on giving her a good beating.

I went over to behind a big rock where I had left my trusty Party Slicer and picked it up before looking around the clearing, making sure I didn't forget anything. As I set my sights for Ponyville, ready to leave I was suddenly struck down.

It was no physical blow, it was mental. The mental blow was enough for me to lose hold of my weapon and make me fall over. I had been downed and no longer had the energy to get up. In a moment of panic, I tried to crawl deeper into my own mind to flee from the assault of my mind. It didn't work. As I dove deeper into my own mind I realized what was going on. It wasn't a mental attack by someone else. I was having another one of my episodes. As soon as I realized this my panic was gone, but it was replaced with worry. My episodes came within a certain time span, this one had come about a week earlier than the rest.

Fighting the waves of pain pounding on my mind I tried to stay focused and to keep my limbs from hurting themselves in random spasms on rocks or anything else lying around nearby. I managed to get my right arm under myself, keeping it pinned down with my own weight. The left one managed to grab something I couldn't see, but it was something that kept it still as long as I held on. I knew the worst had yet to come, I would soon black out from screaming in pain, although, I had yet to begin doing so. I was focusing as much mental power I could to stop myself from screaming. I didn't want to attract the attention of something lurking in this forest. I cursed myself for being defenseless during such a dangerous situation.

I must have been fighting my own body and mind for no less than ten minutes before I let out a terrifying scream of pain and finally blacked out. I was not looking forward to waking up.

Author's Note

Wow, this turned out so much better than I could have hoped. This chapter was first gonna be called "Deal with the Devil" and involve Discord. But I scrapped the idea and made sure to go with something else.

Now, what will happen once Diane wakes up?

Don't miss the next chapter as the story is unfortunately coming to an end. But don't worry, Diane's adventures will not stop at that.

Mind the change.

Mind and Magic.
Chapter 4.
Mind the change.

I woke up, once again feeling awful. But this time I had no time to feel bad for myself. Quickly, I spun around, getting up as I did, sweeping the surroundings with my gaze. During my quick sweep, I saw nothing of danger around me. I noticed I was holding my trusty Party Slicer in my left hand, realizing it's what I had grabbed onto as I was having my attack.

Lowering my guard as there was no evident dangers nearby. I calmed down. At this, I felt my head hurting from the mental strain I had just experienced. The thing with my attacks was that I could stop them once and for all if I really wanted to. However, this would mean giving up another thing that I was not willing to stop doing. Sharing myself with Pinkie. As I saw her as a sister, I also saw her as the 'Original', so did her friends. By giving away parts of myself I was able to heal her, make her more complete and closer to the one we used to be. One of the bigger parts I had already given her was the ability to feel love. I had been able to, yet she had been unable to. It wasn't fair, so in the end, I had given it to her. It did make me less complete and unstable, but there was also an unforeseen side effect. I started having these attacks.

Now, It did take me quite some time to figure out the true nature of these attacks, but I did eventually figure it out. They were a healing process. As I got rid of parts of my mind by giving them to Pinkie, my mind had to compensate, but this was not enough. My body started responding to the need for 'healing' and would then initiate a process of extreme rapid healing focused on my brain, making it heal my mind. I myself would be knocked out from the extreme pain of it all but would wake up with additions to the mental aspect of me. In one way this was something extremely great, it allowed both me and Pinkie to return to full mental strength much faster than we normally would. But there was a huge downside: It was also a change in how I thought, acted and felt. It changed me.

Not wasting any time I started to think about my goal and how to achieve it. I didn't want to forget my plan and neither would I want to walk around without noting what had changed within me. What I noticed both saddened and terrified me, but also brought a little hope. It was an emotional conflict between good and bad. Something I hadn't had before, at least not in that certain part of my mind, the part where I stored my plans of revenge upon Twilight.

The conflict was about the revenge. Should I really got through with it? I mean, she used to be my friend. And friends sometimes do mistakes. It wasn't a convincing argument, but as I shot it down I heard another. But won't Pinkie be mad? If you hurt Twilight, then you hurt Pinkie. She would suffer for each blow to Twilight.

I could not do anything to Twilight. This sudden realization hit me. For hating someone so hard, I was also somewhat forgiving towards them and if I would look past that I still could not bear to make Pinkie suffer. But she's already suffering from it. I suddenly heard. My eyes widening as I thought it over, it was true. Pinkie might have said she wouldn't interfere. But if she loved Twilight as much as a friend as I loved her and saw her as a sister, she would find it close to unacceptable for someone to hurt Twilight. All of this, all these thoughts were things I had yet not realized before. But now, as my mind had been expanded, enlarged and healed I could see it as clear as day. I had to choose. My happiness, to get revenge and hurt the only person who cared for me. Or let my sister have one of her best friends left unharmed and abandon my quest for revenge. And most reasoning pointed into the direction of letting my selfish goals go.

But that was the thing, wasn't it? No matter how good of an argument I could come up with to why I should drop my act of revenge, one thing remained. I hated Twilight. I just simply could not forgive her. At this point, I didn't know what to do. I was hopelessly trying to convince myself of not seeking revenge, and although I knew it was something I should give up on, another part of me refused. I was now openly crying, holding my face in my hands, trying to keep my tears from rolling down my face. But it was a fruitless effort as my tears kept flowing.

And so I sat there, crying behind a big rock next to an open clearing in the middle of the Everfree forest, not knowing where to go next, or what to do with my life. I certainly could not go back, seeing how I most likely would attack Twilight again without even thinking if I saw her. It was not an option as I did not want to hurt my sister like that. So I stayed, I stayed in the same spot crying. While the world around me carried on. I could not even care for the howls of the Timber wolfs I heard in the distance, all I could do was to simply cry over my dilemma.

I was woken up by a loud boom and shake. I had apparently cried myself to sleep. I would have kept on crying if I had not been fearing for my life. You see, loud booms tend to be bad news, and when you're sleeping in the middle of a forest, the Everfree no less, you get really paranoid about sudden explosions. So, with the sudden awakening, I quickly scanned my intimidate area and made sure I had my weapon ready. There was nothing. But as I was about to lower my guard and leave my hiding place behind the big rock I heard something. The sound of coughing and ragged breathing. Curious, I looked out from behind my rock towards the sound. There, in a crater where my previous training ground had been was a young black haired woman in an orange gi-gai.

Judging from the dust and the recent boom I deduced that she had just fallen to the ground, hard. Just as I was about to walk out from my hiding spot to see if this girl was okay I saw something else. In the sky above there was something else slowly descending. I chose to keep hidden and see what was going on. As I waited it turned out to be a man. He also had black hair, only his being spiky and seemingly going straight up. He was descending at a steady pace with his arms crossed and his feet positioned as if he was standing on some kind of surface. Now his ability to fly would not have been any surprise, if not for what could be seen at his back, or rather what couldn't. He was flying without wings!

I looked at him while he was descending, trying to figure out how it worked. Not even Pinkie and I could do that unless we had balloons. But my thoughts were interrupted.

"So, Giving up yet Pan?" The man said, having stopped in the air while looking down at the girl, who seemed to be going by the name Pan. However, the girl laid motionless in the crater, barely breathing.

"It seems you were all bark and no bite. Come on, I expected a better fight than that." He said with a confident smirk.

But whatever he said didn't matter as Pan was unable to get back up and continue the fight. Myself? I was hiding behind the rock, hoping he wouldn't notice me. But what he said next was something I couldn't ignore.

"I see, you really are done for, guess I'll just blow up this planet then. And let you and all your friends die! HA,HA,HA,HA!

At this point, everything stopped. The planet? He's going to destroy the entire planet? But if he did that, that would mean- PINKIE! At that thought, the world resumed, only this time I was no longer going to hide. I gritted my teeth and looked at the still laughing man with pure hatred. He was going DOWN!

"NO ONE HURTS MY SISTER!" I screamed with all my might as I jumped out from behind the rock and swung my Party Slicer at him. Had he noticed me only a little earlier he would have been able to avoid my attack, but as he only noticed me as I started screaming, it was too late. A deep gash was now appearing at his torso, dripping crimson red. Just like my weapon. I smirked as I realized that not only was it the worry for my sister's life that fueled my anger, but also the hate I had held so long for Twilight. I could now unleash it upon someone who deserved it. And with that, I landed behind him and quickly spun around to give him another cut. I never did.

As soon as I turned around I was met with a fist aimed straight to my face. And it hurt. I was flung into a tree at the edge of the clearing and fell down to the ground, trying to regain my bearings after almost getting knocked out with one punch, he was strong. Yet, instead of making me retreat, it only fueled my anger further. The fact that someone fighting for the wrong reasons would be stronger than the one fighting for the right ones was wrong. I would show him how it was meant to be done. Now let's see how smart you are. I thought as I wiped the blood from my face so I could see better and put my plan into action, this would be quite a fight, one I wouldn't be backing down from, no matter what. I had to save Pinkie.

"Hah, Is that all? Your power level is puny, I couldn't even feel your presence and you think you can defeat me? Well, you certainly got spirit, I'll give you that." He said, seemingly not bothered about the blood he was loosing from the wound I had inflicted upon him. Something I could use to my advantage. Also, he said he couldn't feel my presence? Another advantage he had given me.

I smirked as I thought about the multiple ways I could handle this doofus. I might not be the best at fighting, but if there is something only I can do, then it's being me and that implies a lot of things!

I was breathing heavily, blood was covering me from top to toe, both my own and my opponents. We had done a number on each other. He was missing his right arm, had a deep gash over his torso, a missing ear and cuts all over, bleeding like there's no tomorrow. I had fared only a little better. I was missing a few toes on my left foot, my long pink hair had been burnt and cut in many places. I was struggling to keep the blood out of my eyes as the cut on my forehead was gushing like a waterfall. I had fortunately been able to avoid those weird beams he had been shooting from his hands. He had only managed to hit my hair and my foot with them, otherwise, I was unhurt from them. We were both out of breath, he had not anticipated me being able to pull such moves on him.

But my break was cut short by a tingling sensation in my tailbone, signifying something was falling. I dodged out of the way and felt the smell of roasted onions in my nostrils, meaning I was about to get burnt. I jumped back in a flip and landed behind the man, striking down with my weapon across his back. Had my vision been clear I would have aimed for his neck, a killing blow. But in my state I rather go for the next best, drawing blood and causing pain. Come on, just a little more and I have enough. I thought as I ducked to avoid his counter-attack, but he had foreseen my move and sent me flying with a kick instead.

My ungraceful flight ended up in the side of a tree, making me lose my breath. I fell down with a case of Deja-vu but decided it wasn't important. I only had to wait a little longer to be able and finish him. As I was getting up I heard him closing in on me.

"You're a lot more trouble than you look, little girl. You fight bravely and managed to deal quite a lot of damage to me, but it ends here!" He said as I once again felt the smell of roasted onions. I tried to move, but only managed in falling over as my left leg could no longer support my weight, I seemed to have damaged it more than I thought during the flight. I looked up and saw the beam land on my already injured leg, burning through it like it was nothing. I could only scream at the pain from the injury, my plan seemed to have been foiled as I could no longer move and wouldn't be able to get him into position for my final move. I had lost.

Walking up to me he once again started his monologue. "You tried so hard, and for what? Only to make me stronger and you beaten down, crushed by me?" he asked as he picked me up by my throat and held me in a choking grip. "Too bad, but in the end, you lose, and everyone you know and love will die. Because you were too weak." His comments hurt, but what hurt the most was that he was right, I was unable to do a thing. But I'll be damned before I give up. I tried to inhale as much air as I could and replied; "At least I died for family, you who destroy have nothing, no friends, no family and no one to love you. You are pitiful!" I said with as much hate as I could, trying to enrage him. By the look on his face, I did.

He quickly looked around and decided that it would be best to throw me back towards the clearing. I barely had enough time to brace for impact as he threw me. I impacted hard and let out a cry of pain as I heard something crack. I laid on the ground, grateful for being able to breathe again, but feeling utterly defeated. As I laid there I could hear the man slowly walking towards me, laughing. I had failed her, my only sister would now die because I was completely unable to stop this man. However, before I could give up completely something in my mind registered a change, the sound of his steps, they were sounds of walking through a pool of liquid. With some of my last remaining energy, I looked up and saw him walking over the clearing, almost completely covered in our blood.

As revolting as it should be, I could only manage to smile. I now had him precisely where I wanted him! I began to chuckle, even if I could barely manage to spare the oxygen. The man stopped as he heard my chuckling and started to chuckle himself.

"What is it? Has the little lady finally lost her mind and understood how hopeless her situation is that she can only laugh?" He asked in a mocking tone. One I would crush.

"N-no. I just realized something," I said.

"And what is that little lady? He asked with a grin, one that faltered slightly as he saw that I was grinning myself.

"You just activated my trap card!" I said with a smile as I gathered all of my remaining magic reserves. "Blood art: Crimson rain," I whispered, before blacking out. The terrified look on the man's face as all the blood around him lit up in runes I had inscribed using all the blood we had lost during the fight was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

Author's Note

Woah, that was quite the intense writing for me. Never written a fighting scene before. Sorry for not writing the whole thing, but it would be pretty much the same thing over and over until the last part, so I shortened it down a little.

Now, the story has not ended, but it is getting close. I'm not entirely sure but I think the next chapter will be the last. Although I might add a few bonus chapters.

As always please comment and tell me what you think.

Also yes, the two people fighting are Displaced, one is a young adult version of Pan and the other is Vegeta.

Another friend.

Mind and Magic.
Chapter 5.
Another friend.

This is getting ridiculous. I thought as my consciousness returned to me. How many times more will I be waking up today? I thought trying to get rid of the grogginess experienced right after waking up.

I got my answer much sooner than I had anticipated. Opening my eyes, the only thing I saw was the night sky, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful. After a moment however, my thoughts brought me back to the now. I had been battling some weird dude and had only been able to get him with my last trick. This also reminded me of my damaged body and the pain that was supposed to come with it. I gritted my teeth, awaiting the pain that was sure to return any moment. Imagine my surprise when it didn't.

What little I knew about medicine urged me to make sure I could feel my body, not feeling any pain when it's supposed to was a bad sign. Slowly I tried moving different parts of my body to make sure I could feel and move them as they were supposed to. I could, even the parts I wasn't supposed to. My toes that had been blasted of by one of the beams were back, and responding to my will! My first thought was relief, I wouldn't remain a crippled lady after all. My second was panic, the only way I could think of that would make this possible was if I had died and regained my body. At this, I tried to sit up.

What I saw both calmed and confused me. I was in a small camp. A little campfire was placed not too far away to the left of me and a little tent has been set up in the clearing, right next to the crater. I quickly looked around and noticed my Party Slicer lying next to my torn and bloody clothes. It was at this point I noticed I was wearing entirely different clothes and had been bandaged over. I looked myself over, seeing the bandaging corresponding to the injuries I could remember and a few I couldn't. But the injuries themselves were all non-existent and had seemingly left no mark. It was as if I had not fought a battle to the death at all. Even my hair was back to its original length and pink color.

A sudden movement from the tent caused me to grasp my weapon and jump up, ready for another fight. Instead, I got a surprise. It was the girl who had been close to dying in the crater, all healed herself. As she saw me she smiled at me and showed her hands in a manner to show she had no weapon and didn't mean me any harm. I could see the honesty in her cheery eyes and lowered my weapon.

"Thank god, I thought you wouldn't make it at first," The girl, Pan if I remembered correctly said. "you were pretty bruised up, I saw the whole fight from the crater, you put up a great fight, but I've never seen any magic like that. What was that?" Pan asked me with curiosity. All I could do was wonder, she had seen the whole fight in her condition? And had the energy to heal both herself and me afterward, I could only think one thing. "How?"

"Excuse me? How, what?" She responded with a confused look.

"How am I fully healed, that asshole blew off part of my foot and it's fully healed. And you," I said, pointing at her." you were in a crater, at the brink of death, how could you watch our fight, or even stand there, completely uninjured?!"

Pan looked at me for a while, before bursting into laughter. She was holding her sides and laughing fully. After calming down and seeing my glare upon her, she stopped laughing and motioned for me to sit down next to the fire.

"You might as well sit down, this will take a while." She said, settling down herself. I followed her example and turned towards her as she began explaining.

By the end of Pan's explanation, she had explained everything from what a Displaced was, how she became one and that there were many more in their own versions of Equestria. Apparently, in most of them, we, the citizen of Equestria, are ponies instead of humans. Apparently, the multiverse is weird like that. The instantaneous healing was explained with something called a senzu bean. A bean that if eaten would keep you saturated for up to ten full days and heal any wounds. They could bring you back from the brink of death.

"Say, we never properly introduced ourselves. I'm Jessica Bluestorm, but you can call me Pan Son. That's who I became after becoming a Displaced. So, just Pan for short. What would I call you Miss?" Pan asked me.

"Nice to meet you Pan," I said giggling a little over the fact that she already told me most of her life story before we could introduce ourselves. "name's Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can just call me Diane," I said with a smile. I was actually enjoying this conversation. However, at the mention of my name Pan frowned.

"Damn, that's unfortunate..." Pan said avoiding to look at me and seemingly deep in thought.

I was about to ask her what was wrong, however before I could, Pan spoke up once again.

"Okay, Pinkie. I'm gonna be honest I-" Pan started before I interrupted her.

"Diane, call me Diane. Pinkie is my sister." I said sternly, looking at Pan.

"Sorry. Diane, I'll be honest. You're a wanted escapee from a mental asylum. I was told to keep an eye out for you and if possible catch you and bring you back." Pan said, every word making me inch closer to my slicer. "However, I'm not going to do that." She said, surprising me.

"What?" I asked, unsure of what this could mean, a little on edge as she had just revealed she was supposed to bring me in.

"I said I won't be dragging you to a mental asylum. From what I gathered you're a sane person. I don't know why you were put in a mental asylum, but I don't think you're crazy. Also, you saved my life. Besides, I don't think I would be able to take you by force anyway, your power level skyrocketed after you defeated Vegeta. I think you'd be able to defeat me in a fight." Pan said, seemingly amused at the idea. Leaving me confused.

"Power level?" I asked, not able to make sense of what she was telling me.

"Yes, Power levels, the unit of measurement to measure how powerful one's opponents are. The stronger you are, the higher power level. And right now, you have a power level far higher than Vegeta had, meaning you're probably far stronger than he ever was." Pan said nodding towards me.

"Fighting you isn't something I would like to do. But I also can't let you go." Pan suddenly said with a serious look on her face. "You just had a tremendous increase in your power level, this means you'll be a lot stronger than before. And that isn't just physical strength." At this point, I was feeling quite threatened and was just about to reach out for my slicer. But as I looked Pan in the eyes I could see no ill intent. I blinked and Pan continued.

"With such powers, you'll be quite a dangerous escapee. Anyone foolish enough to try and stop you would most likely not make it home from just one of your punches." I looked at my hand. Had I really become so much stronger from using crimson rain on this Vegeta?

Pan brought her hands up to the sides of her head, massaging her temples. "If the Princesses found out they wouldn't be happy with either me or you..." After a while of silence and more massaging, Pan finally stood up and planted one fist in the palm of her other hand. "I got it!" She exclaimed before turning towards me with a somewhat sad expression. "Diane... could you trust me on something?" She asked me.

Now that was quite the question. Can I trust her? She was ordered by the Princesses to capture me!

*But she didn't.* Another voice said.

True, but It's like she said, she wouldn't be able to. I got a lot stronger from using Crimson Rain. Her only chance would be to trick me.

*But she owes you her life, doesn't she? You saved her from Vegeta.*

And then she saved me from lethal injuries I had sustained from the fight! She doesn't owe me anything!

*But she saved you. Doesn't that mean you can trust her?*

She didn't know who I was at that point.

*Perhaps, but now is your chance to give her something that almost no one has ever given you.*

And what is that?

*The benefit of the doubt.*

I gasped at the realization. I had all my life been accused of being crazy, having no say and no one listening to me except Pinkie Pie. Who technically was me. Everyone had always ignored my part of the story. Always ignored me. And I was about to do the same, I was about to ignore help.

At that moment I decided I would trust Pan. She was someone who I had helped, and she had helped me in return. Now she was once again trying to help me and only asked for me to trust her. She had a plan to help me. So I would help her help me. I smiled and nodded to show that I indeed trusted her.

As I nodded Pan put her hand on my forehead and closed her eyes. To be honest it felt kinda weird until many different memories started surfacing. Mostly it was memories of me being mad and blaming Twilight, but there were also memories about me and Pinkie and our time together. The flood of memories stopped after the point where I had changed and decide not to try and get revenge on Twilight anymore.

As the memories stopped Pan opened her eyes and took a step back. It didn't take me long to make a connection. "Wait! You read my memories?" I asked, close to panicking. While nodding Pan seemed deep in thought, just standing there looking at her hand with a neutral expression, making me nervous. What would she think about me? This might all have been a big mistake, but it was too late now.

As I was being torn between freaking out and thinking of ways to escape Pan seemed to have made up her mind. "Diane. I have reached a decision about what to do. You and me will from now on train together. You'll be going under the radar and get your new powers under control. I'll tell the Princesses that I haven't seen you, but I'll tell them that I have found a student. It's actually something they wanted me to do, to teach one of their humans the same things I can do. Does that sound okay?" Pan asked me. I can honestly say I was speechless. Even after seeing my memories and how I had behaved, she still wanted to help me. My eyes were tearing up as I jumped up and hugged her screaming, "YES!! Thank you." I think my hair might even have gone all poofy like Pinkie's for a while.

Pan chuckled a little but then once again spoke. "Great, now however we have quite a few things to do. First off, we need to get you," she pointed at me. "some new clothes and a new identity. Can't have anyone recognize you, right?" Pan said before turning around and then look back at me. "I'll be back in a minute. Just gonna go and buy some stuff. You just get comfortable and I 'll be right back." Pan said before starting to fly off. Only to stop again. "Hey, Diane. What color of clothing do you prefer?" She shouted over the distance she had already flown.

I looked back at her before shouting "I like black quite a lot, but I do appreciate some other colors as well. You could always ask Pinkie if you're going to Ponyville. Just tell her I'm fine and that you're my friend!" I shouted back. Knowing that the closest town was Ponyville I was almost certain that's where she would be going. I watched Pan wave me goodbye and fly off in the direction of Ponyville. Meanwhile, I sat down with a smile on my lips and only one thought bouncing around in my head. I have made another friend! Making friends had been something Pinkie and I had been all for when we were one and the same. But after the separation, I had lost that. It felt good to enjoy something like that once again after such a long time.

I don't think I'd be regretting this decision.

*She forgot to ask you about your measurements for the clothes.*

Great Pan. Just great. I thought with a groan, before sitting back down to keep the fire alive.

Departure.

Mind and Magic.
Chapter 6.
Blood Cleaver.

Today was the day. I had both anticipated and feared it. But today it was and today it would be. Today was the absolute last day I would be calling Pan my teacher. I looked at the digital clock on my bed table, it was almost time. I quickly started getting my bearings before Pan would show up. It had been two years since she started training me. By now, my training had been completed and the Princesses wanted to meet me, however, Pan had understood when I asked to avoid the part of visiting the Princesses. They would most likely recognize me and then there would be no end to the troubles it would bring me.

During the last two years, I had lived in the Everfree together with Pan. I had however gotten sick of sleeping in a tent quite quickly and eventually built myself a house. It wasn't much, a small log cabin with only three rooms, but it was enough. During my stay in the Everfree, I would periodically have to go shopping. As to stay hidden, I had to change my appearance to avoid risking anyone recognizing me, I even got myself an alias. I looked around before leaving my room, I had packed most of the things I would require yesterday. I didn't know for how long I would be traveling, so I had packed for quite a journey.

In my little pack, I had the following things: A canteen, a box of matches, a small bag of senzu beans, some cooking equipment, a survival guide, another set of clothes, a few tools and a book I was currently reading. On my way out I passed by my full body mirror. I decided to stop before heading out and take a good last look at myself.

As I looked into the mirror I could only smile, I wouldn't have recognized myself two years ago. In the mirror stood a well-toned female, wearing a white shirt under a black leather jacket, together with a pair of slim blue jeans and black running shoes. Her eyes were an emerald green color and her hair was black and fell down from her head, stretching down as far as to only stop at knee height. It was close to impossible to recognize me. I had changed my hair and eye colors with a spell, my crimson magic was extremely useful in the regards of perception as it was undetectable by regular magic. My cutie mark had been changed as well, not by choice but by my natural changes. I had changed enough to no longer count as Pinkamena Diane Pie anymore and therefore got myself both a new cutie mark and a new name. I was now known as-

*BZZZZZZZZ* *BZZZZZZ* *BZZZZZZ*

I looked over to the coffee table I had and saw that it was my cellphone vibrating. Oops, almost forgot that one. I thought to myself as I walked up to the table and picked up my phone. As it unlocked, I immediately checked my messages. The only one with my number was Pan, it came as no surprise that she would be the one to message me.

Ready to go. Waiting outside.

Having read the message, I quickly made my way to the door. Let's get this over with. I thought to myself before stopping at the door. With one final breath, I opened the door and lunged forward to avoid any ki-blasts or other harmful projectiles. To my surprise there were none. Looking around in apprehension, I saw my teacher leaning against the house wall, arms crossed and a smile upon her face, smirking at my reaction.

"Wow, you really don't trust me, do ya? I told you. Your training is over. This means that the training that used to start as soon as you opened that door won't be there anymore... Unless you want to that is." Pan said raising an eyebrow.

"Oops?" I said shrugging my shoulders while blushing. I had gotten way too used to my old training. Pan only laughed.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's a good thing. Your reaction time was quick, your movements were flawless. Only thing was that you should have felt that there was no fighting intent. But enough about that now, you ready?" Pan asked me.

"As ready as I'll ever be. So how are we gonna do this?" I asked Pan, she was the one who said she knew how to help me with my wish. She nodded and took out a small object that looked like a headband with a metal plate attached to it, there was a symbol upon it that looked like a leaf with a swirl on it. The object I recognized as a token, a sort of calling card for other Displaced.

"I'm going to destabilize this token to get the reversed effect and send you to the tokens universe instead of bringing it's creator here. The process will take some time, so you can head over and say your goodbyes while I work with it." Pan said, turning around and powering up. I took off and flew away with a clear destination in mind: Ponyville.

Diane's note:

Now, during my training, I learned a lot. One of those things would be the ability to fly. Or rather as Pan called it, energized flight. The principal was to use one's inner energy to push oneself off of the ground and then induce flight by continuously projecting energy downwards in order to counteract gravity. With training and confidence came more speed as I was able to put more energy into the process without losing control, at this point, it was as easy as moving an arm. Besides energized flight, I had learned to sense other's energy and power levels, as well as distinguish between different sources of said power levels. My crimson magic had also become stronger and the requirement of blood could be replaced with inner energy in most cases, however, some of the more advanced spells like Crimson rain still required blood to be spilled. Pan had also found a way to cultivate the senzu beans and we had started a garden so that we would always have some when in need. Therefore I had a whole pouch full of them in case of emergencies.

From Pan, I learned many techniques that I never would have thought of myself. To name a few: Kamehameha-wave, Evil-containment-wave, Kaio-ken, Destructo-disc and many more. I now have plenty of different kinds of ki-blasts and techniques in my arsenal. They will surely come in handy if I ever ran into any more ill-minded Displaced.

Pan had explained the plan in exact detail. To reach my goal I would have to jump between different Equestias and find other versions of Pinkie Pie. Pan would help me with my first 'jump', from there on out I would have to continue on by myself. Pan had said that my best chance in most universes to jump, would be to find and speak to the Displaced of that universe, but to get this first jump ready would take quite some time, so I had plans for one final thing before leaving, I had to say goodbye to the best sister in the world.

It was still fairly early in the morning, an hour or so before working hours began at Sugar Cube Corner. I was standing outside Sugar Cube Corner, hesitant to use the doorbell. After all, I had not seen Pinkie in almost two years, we had only been able to communicate by sending letters. And now, after two years I came by, only to say goodbye... It wasn't a very pleasing thought. I was nervous, Pinkie would most likely try and stop me. But no matter what, I couldn't let her convince me to stay. The question was, would I be able to stop myself from being persuaded?

I took a deep breath, there was no reason to delay this any further. I pressed the doorbell. I could hear the doorbell call out on the other side of the door. I could also hear footsteps from who I would guess was Pinkie. I was close to turning around and leave at that very moment, but I stayed to meet with my sister and quite possibly break her heart. I was so nervous about saying goodbye I didn't notice that the door in front of me had already opened.

"Hello, can I help you?" Came the voice of my sister, breaking me out of my worrying. Just seeing her warmed my heart. And her smile immediately blew away all my worries, this was my sister, she, if anyone would understand why I had to do this.

"Indeed you can, sister," I said smiling. I saw the joy in her face as she realized who I was. After all, I was almost the only one in Ponyville to call her sister instead of Pinkie. And I really didn't look that different, I had only changed the color of my eyes and hair after all. Her loud gasp and the bone crushing hug that followed were well received, she could no longer break my bones, even if she wanted to.

"Hello Pinkie, it's great seeing you again," I said, hugging her back. I could stand there all day, but I didn't have all day. So I carefully broke the hug and looked at Pinkie with a smile. "So, how's life treating ya?" I asked.

"Oh, It's great. The other day-" Pinkie went off into a rant, explaining everything that had happened between our last exchange of letters. I found quite some humor when she told me she had decided to make another 'diabetes bomb' only to end up using salt instead of sugar and creating what she dubbed the 'sea bomb'. Turns out that throwing a sea bomb into the actual sea was a bad idea... "-and then I realized it was you and gasped like this," *GAAAAAASSPP* " and then we hugged and I started telling you about what happened since we last wrote to each other!" Pinkie ended her rand to actually breathe for the first time in thirteen minutes. Pinkie physics, best thing ever.

"So, what brought you here, sister? I thought you were training together with Pan." Pinkie asked me.

"Well, I did, but now that my training is over, I'm free to do what I want. And that's actually why I'm here, to say goodbye. I'm leaving." I said being blunt to get this over with.

"What, you're leaving? Why, you just came back!" Pinkie exclaimed in a distraught voice.

"Pinkie, I have to. You know about how Pan is sometimes referred to as a Displaced?" I asked her, knowing full well she knew. I had explained it all to her in my letters.

Pinkie answered with a nod, and I continued. "Well, as you know, there are many different versions of Equestria. All of them with their own Displaced. Now, listen Pinkie. Pan's presence in our world is unrelated to Twilight coming to the conclusion that we had a split personality. Since that's the case, there's a possibility that if nothing is changed, the same thing will happen to other Pinkie Pies in other Equestrias," This drew a gasp from Pinkie. "I want to prevent that, so I'm going to start traveling to these other Equestrias to do what I can in order to help our other selves, or outright stop it from happening in the first place. You can understand this, can't you Pinkie?" I asked, hoping I had convinced her.

Pinkie looked me straight into the eyes with a sad, contemplating expression. After a moment she sighed. "I guess I can understand why you want to do this. You had it far rougher out of the two of us. I guess I'm in no position to tell you otherwise. I will miss you." She said, once again hugging me. I smiled a sad smile and hugged her back. "Thank you." I whispered into her ear.

I was on my way back from visiting Pinkie. We had done one last baking session together, me getting a few 'diabetes bombs' out of it. They would most likely come in handy, even if senzu beans were more effective, 'diabetes bombs' don't taste like fish. Or at least that what's Pan said senzu beans tasted like. I have never eaten fish myself, being vegetarian and all.

I came up to my small log cabin, Pan standing there with a smile. I was a bit disappointed, I had expected some grand portal or something when I came back, but everything looked normal. "So, you done with the preparations?" I asked, while walking up to Pan.

"No, not really, there is one more step. But it's one that requires your presence as you are the one meant to do it." Pan said, surprising me. She hadn't told me about this earlier.

"Okay, so what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"You're gonna make your own token!" Pan said with an excited grin on her face. I could only stand there, shocked at Pan's statement.

"But I thought only Displaced could create tokens. How will I be able to make one if I'm not a Displaced?" I asked, trying to point out the obvious to Pan.

Pan just shook her head. "You defeated Vegeta right?" Pan asked me, I just nodded in response, wondering where she was going with this. "And you absorbed his powers and soul with your Crimson rain, right?" I once again nodded at the statement. "And Vegeta was a Displaced. So, following logic, whatever it was that made him a Displaced, you probably absorbed when you used Crimson rain on him. Wouldn't that make you a Displaced then?" Pan asked me with a raised eyebrow. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought about that. Pan might actually be correct in her assumption, and if she was, I could probably create my very own token.

"Wow, hadn't thought about it like that... But how do I make a token then?" I asked her, Pan had once mentioned that she had a token herself, but she had never told me how she made it.

"Well, first of all you have to choose an object to represent your token, this however can't be just any kind of everyday object. It has to have some kind of special meaning and have a connection to you personally. Then, you'll have to infuse it with your essence and speak a message that others will hear when they hold your token." Pan explained, making it sound as if it was the simplest thing in the universe.

I thought for a while before deciding on an object. I took out my weapon. Blood Cleaver, my personal weapon that shared its name together with me. A kitchen knife made of a black metal, the edge having a red shimmer to it and my cutie mark imprinted on both sides of the blade. I had once wielded a similar knife by the name of Party Slicer, but I eventually had to replace it as it could no longer keep up with my powers. I quickly used a duplication spell on my knife and put the original back into its sheath. It stood to reason that even if it was just a copy of the original, it would still work fine.

Well, here goes nothing. I thought as I held the copy and opened myself up to let my inner energies out. I carefully filled the knife with energy until I could feel the energy change somewhat and then stopped the flow. I waited for a moment before I continued to speak. "To those that have found my weapon. I ask of you to help me in my quest. Call me, let me come to your world and find my sister. Let me warn her and my previous tormentor of what my world brought me. Let me help them and prevent disaster. To those of you who let me do such, I offer you my help. Be it a threat from an unimaginable evil, or a simple need to talk, I would love to help. Call me, Blood Cleaver, and I will appear." I finished my message and saw something peculiar. Right under where I was holding my knife a hole appeared, I guessed it was the one that lead into the void. So I did what Pan had told me she had done with hers and dropped my knife in there. The hole closing up after the knife fell through.

"Wow, quite the speech Diane." Pan said with a smirk.

"It's Blood Cleaver now days, I'm not Diane anymore. You know that, so why do you keep calling me Diane?" I complained.

"Sorry, I just never liked your new name, Diane feels more natural than calling you Blood, or Cleaver," Pan said, scratching the back of her head with one hand, looking both embarrassed and thoughtful at once.

I sighed and looked at her. "Fine, I forgive you, but please. Don't call me Diane in public, I'm Blood Cleaver now."

"Right, now comes the part about getting you out into the big multiverse. "Pan said, avoiding the topic of my name. "I already destabilized the token, all you have to do is infuse it with some energy and you're off," Pan said, handing me the headband token. I took one final look at my house, then looked at Pan. "Thank you for everything Pan." I said with a smile and sent a jolt of energy into the headband, nothing happened.

"Well, that sucks, it seem to be bro-" Was all I managed before I felt the ground under my feet disappear and I fell into oblivion.

The End.

~Not.

Author's Note

Whoa, that was quite the ride. And yay, Diane- I mean Blood Cleaver is finally an official Displaced.

This story might have ended, but Blood Cleaver will continue her adventures by living on in crossovers and will eventually make residence in another Displaced's world, joining them in their adventure. So don't grief.

Just keep a look out for Blood Cleaver in other stories. I will also post on my blog about it whenever she appears somewhere.

And those of you who want to know about Blood Cleavers Cutie Mark? Well, keep an eye out for my blog. Her Cutie Mark is still a mystery for all. You'll have to wait until she makes an appearance elsewhere.

And all of you, thank you for supporting and reading this Fic.

Crossovers.

This is a simple chapter to make it easier for people to find the crossovers I did with Blood Cleaver.

In order:

"When Lightning Strikes" by FrostTheWolf.

Chapter 4.

~~"~~~~Winter, Frost and Cold~~~~" by~~ ~~Solarkness~~~~.~~

~~Chapter 5~~~~.~~

Edit: Apparently it no longer exists...

~~"~~~~The Fire in my Heart~~~~" by~~ ~~Nightblade64~~~~.~~

~~Chapter 5~~~~.~~

Edit: Apparently it no longer exists...

I hope this helps out the ones who don't read my blogs or follow me.

Author's Note

Thank you all for reading this story of mine. For those of you that read the Author's note I give additional info. Blood Cleaver appears once again, but this time in my other Displaced fic "Hooves of ice." She will appear at the end of chapter 9 and continue on from chapter 10.

I don't think anymore of the stories she will appear in will be uploaded to this chapter. You'll have to continue reading to understand why.