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The crystal spire was long and inescapable, at the top there was a room, that was filled with all that riches could buy. A unicorn mare, with a pale rose coat and a poppy pink mane with bubblegum stripes in it. She was a bird yearning to be free from her nest. She swore if she wasted another second in this room she didn't know what she'd do. Alas, she was trapped. She began to listen, to the clock on the wall. Tick, tock, tick, tock, it was mocking her. It said tick, tock, you're watching the clock go by. She was wasting valuable time here. If he didn't let her go, she didn't know what she'd do. Over the next minutes her stress built and the mare ripped the clock of the wall with her magic and repeatedly smashed it against the grow until it was only a pile of gears and crystal. Then it clicked, why had she been so stupid? she could use her magic to get out! She prepared a teleportation spell and as soon as she cast it she popped back where she was. "Goddamit!" the unicorn mare yelled with frustration. She warmed up another spell, she was going to blast her way out, and right before she cast it, crystals formed on and in her horn  causing her to be incapable of casting any spells. "Always one step ahead," she mumbled to herself combing through her pink mane with her hooves. Then something angrily growled at her, and she looked down at her barrel. She was hungry. 'Now thirst is no problem as there being a bathroom, but on the other hoof, food is,' she thought to herself. She would have to conserve energy, so laying down would be the best idea, especially with the bed so large. So she got up and laid down on top of the covers, they were the finest silk she'd ever felt. Then sleep swiftly took over taking her into the world where the mare's imagination thrived.

She was in the forest during her favorite season, fall. The vibrate reds, and oranges, most of the colors she liked. Her favorite is candy red. Then a sudden burst of wind made all of the leaves fell from their trees, it was a beautiful sight them moving to the shape of the wind. Then after the leaves fell down to the ground, there was her best friend, a pegasus by the name of Mystic Sky. She had a baby blue coat and a cool grey main that was smoothed perfectly. The mare was her cousin, she'd trust her life in her hooves.

"Why do you looked so shocked, Glori? You look like you've seen a g-g-g-ghost!" she joked, smiling with that grin that made the stoic Gloria B. Rose smile, a rare sight indeed. Gloria was lucky to of have such a friend. When the smile broke, this worried the happy go lucky pegasus.

"I ask you, are you really Mystic or just a conjuring of my Imagination?" She asked, and grimaced at the thought she was certain that Mystic would not help her in her endevors. She was anxious to find out, she hasn't s seen her cousin in months.

"I was just seeing if my little Glori was doing okay," Mystic said as she  began to fade out of the dream realm back into the reall world. "The spell is temporary me being a pegasus I can't keep it up long, so you be careful now."

"Wait I'm trapped in a tower, so," she said sheepishly.

"Oh well, I guess I'll come and save your princess butt, it's not like I haven't done it, before," Mystic said using the child hood nick name she made for Gloria. When they were fillies they were constantly getting in trouble, with the royal guards, and actionable  Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight.

"Yeah, you got to stop calling me that."

"Bye," she said as she completely disappeared from the dream realm and left Gloria to her Imagination.