Mitternacht

Twilight woke up.
She was somewhere else now, still she had no idea of where.

This place was vastly different from the one before. The sky was a thick layer of dark blue clouds, the ground looked and felt like a glass panel with a series of perpendicular blu lines running inside it and pulsating, as if they were made of magic, and below that there seemed to be only pitch black darkness. She looked around and noticed a series of cicular towers tall enough to pierce the clouds far in the distant, their surface exactly like the one she was walking on, like someone had taken the glass and stretched it vertically. As she was looking at them, she heard something that sounded like the buzz of an insect, and noticed a couple of objects moving above her. They were a little smaller than her, black and shaped like cubes, with L shaped appendages attached to the left and right side.

She tried to fly towards them in order to inspect them, and as she did she realized she was now able to properly use her wings, so she tested to see if her horn now worked too and was able to successfully teleport herself back to the ground. She started to think about what she could do next, when she was suddenly distracted by something.
Or rather, someone.

"Hello there, Twilight."

She turned around to see who was talking to her. He was a tall black pony, wearing a long black cape that hid his cutie mark and was tied around his neck, his face covered by a weird helmet shaped like a spheroid made of a dark glass like material.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, I am many different things, and I go by many different names and shapes. And I will tell you that you were lucky to meet me in this form. But it seems to me you really wish to have something to call me by; then I guess 'soul and messenger of the Other Gods' would be a fitting definition."

"Where are we?"

"A dream, of course. Your dream."

"Does that mean You're just part of my dream?"

"Does it? And does it matter? Even if I was, I'd still tell you I'm real, and even if I was real, how could you tell considering a dream would act the same way? This aren't the questions you should be asking."

Twilight was starting to feel nervous. She didn't trust him, and she could tell there was something wrong about this whole situation, but she had no other way of getting informations, so she kept going.

"If this is a dream, why can't I wake up?"

"Maybe you don't want to."

"That's ridiculous! Of course I want to wake up."
Twilight was starting to get angry at him.

"Then I guess there must be something else keeping you from doing it."

"But what? And if I'm stuck here for some reason then why hasn't Luna come to help me?"

"Maybe she doesn't want to?"

Twilight became extremely angry at that. Yet she also felt something else. She wanted to justify her anger at him simply by the fact that he insinuated that Luna would for some reason not want to help her, but she couldn't shake away the feeling that she was using it as an excuse to distract herself from the real reason she felt that way.
Before she could say anything however he started talking again.

"Or maybe she can't. Maybe that's why you're here, maybe not. You can't remember what happened, can you?"

"No." Twilight answered.

"In that case, I'm afraid there's not much I can do. I could tell you what happened, but you'd probably wake up before hearing it. If you can still call it waking up when you really just end up in another dream. But isn't life itself a dream? Do you really think you can tell what is and isn't real? But I'm just a part of your mind after all, so what point is there in asking this questions here?"

Twilight was feeling very confused. There was something in her mind that she couldn't quit focus on, no matter how hard she tried. Something important she felt like she needed to know. She looked at him and saw the world twist and spin at impossible angles around him, and she saw herself falling inside an endless void, unable to remember anything. And as she fell she felt like she recognized something pulling her deeper inside the void.
As suddenly as it had started, the vision stopped.

She was laying on the ground in front of him, her head still spinning from the experience, and as she looked up and tried to talk she felt she was unable to speak. Still, as if he had somehow heard her thoughts, he answered her.

"I already told you, I can't just tell you what happened. There's something, someone, who doesn't want you to know why you're here, and it will do anything it can to stop you from knowing it. I can't wake you up, you have to find what you're looking for on your own. I can help you get there, the question is do you want to get there?"

Twilight looked at him. She felt weak and she was unable to stay focused, and she still couldn't trust him. But somewhere inside her she felt like this was the right thing to do, despite thousand other voices screaming the opposite. She remebered reading about him, and she knew she was doing something dangerous, but if it was just a dream then there was nothing to fear, as she would have just woken up, and if this was something more than that then this might have been her only option to get out. She had to take it, no matter how dangerous.
She looked up to him and spoke.

"Where do I go now?"

"Forward."

As he said that, he smashed his hooves on the ground. Twilight heard the sound of glass breaking and she felt the ground below her collapse, and as she started to fall she could hear laughter coming from behind her. And so she kept falling, but she soon realized how wrong it felt. It was like she was being pulled away from the ground rather than going towards it, like she was falling towards the sky instead. And as she kept going faster and faster and her vision blurred out, she found herself yet again unable to use her magic or wings.
And so she kept going, for what felt like forever, faster and faster, until she couldn't take it anymore, until she felt like her body was going to burst into flames. She felt like her body was going to break, and she wished for it all to end, and still she kept going until she could feel nothing anymore but the sound of her own thoughts.
And then it stopped.