It’s been twenty eight years since that bitch, impersonating herself as my foal sitter, sent me to another world. A world filled with humans, where magic was the stuff of legends. On my arrival I had to grow up again as when I had arrived, I had been regressed to the age of four. That I still had my wellspring and could still use my magic was a goddess-send, though I had to keep my abilities hidden, although this did not stop me from practicing everyday.

You see, a unicorn’s and alicorn’s wellspring is like both magic storage and a muscle, with time and use, the available storage and the strength of the muscle increases, and the more that magic is used, then both magical storage and potency improve faster. I discovered that, as the wellspring is metaphysical, it is unaffected by aging or the state of physical body, and as a consequence, did not reset when I was de-aged, meaning by the time I got to my original age of twenty one I had doubled my wellspring capacity and strength.

In order to return home, increasing my wellspring’s container and potency was imperative, as was keeping it secret. Humans, while they dream of magic, also fear what they don’t understand.

I was adopted by a kind middle class Japanese couple, the Kurihara’s, and for twelve years my life was uneventful. Until the day Yggdrasil, a DMMO-RPG (Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Game.) launched in twenty one twenty six AD. I was sixteen at the time and in the middle of my high school life.

I am embarrassed to say I played it religiously. And doubly embarrassed that I played a Lavender flame Dragoness,(Spike would never let me live it down) with Magician, High Wizard, High Priestess and Shapeshifter (being huge is not conductive to socialisation) as my main classes. Weapon, item and armorsmith as my secondary with librarian as my common class. I could cast super tier magic, including several healing and resurrection spells. Including a myriad of other classes. I named my character after my true name, Sparkle Twilight. Later, I received the title Lady Sparkle, dragoness of Twilight. While in elven form my avatar wore an open white robe like jacket tied together at the waist with ornate gold trimmings and matching pauldrons, while underneath she wore matching thigh high boots and a golden bodysuit with open belly and an exposed cleavage.

Anyway, eventually I was scouted by one of Yggdrasil’s top guilds, Ainz Ooal Gown. Not one to turn down potential friends, I joined and worked as the guild’s librarian. It was a fun twelve years, but the servers are finally shutting down tonight.

Twilight was brought back to the present, where she was sitting in one of the forty one chairs around a large circular marble table, belonging to the members of the guild In The Great Tomb Of Nazarick, the guild HQ of Ainz Ooal Gown.

“Hey there, it’s been a really long time, Momonga san, Sparkle san.” a green Elder Slime commented wistfully.

“I didn’t think that either of you’d come, Herohero san, Sparkle san.” Momonga replied, who was an Elder Lich in long ornate black robes with a matching hood and two orbs with bone-like spikes extending from them as his pauldrons. On his hands he wore a ring on each boney finger.

To be part of Ainz Ooal Gown, you have to play a heteromorphic race and you can’t forsake real life for the game. Every member was either a family man or a salaryman or in my case studying advanced quantum physics, so that I could return home one day.

“Honestly Momonga-san, I stay offline for a week studying for my final exams and you think I had given up on the game?” Twilight responded, feigning offense.

Ignoring Twilight, Momonga continued, “It’s been about two years. Hasn’t it?”

“It’s been that long?” Herohero asked unsurely.

“Come to think of it, yeah it’s been that long,” Twilight added looking to the ceiling in thought
“This is bad, I’ve been doing so much overtime lately that my concept of time is messing up.” Herohero complained.

“Isn’t that a pretty bad symptom?” Momonga asked concerned for his friend’s health.

“My body? It’s completely worn out.” Herohero explained

“Whoa, that’s pretty bad.” Twilight interjected with the same concern Momonga had shown.

“I am sorry, I didn’t come here just to complain.” Herohero replied hastily.

“Please don’t worry about it.” Momonga replied raising his bony right hand

“I wish I could help you Herohero-san,” Twilight responded,

Herohero waved her off, “No need to worry, soon we’ll be finished and I can get back to a normal sleep schedule.”

“Typical, Sparkle-san, ever since you joined us, you have been caring for us. Like you’re the guild’s mother. Heh, remember that time the guild was almost wiped out and you went berserk and obliterated the opposing guild?” Momonga asked rhetorically as he chuckled, Twilight snorted smoke emanating from her human nose.

“Guild Mother, my tail. You’re all older than me, yet you made your cute Kohai get stress wrinkles! From all the stress you caused me when you lot got into trouble. I am twenty eight damnit! I am too young to get wrinkles!” Twilight complained to Herohero and Momonga, who were sharing a laugh at her expense.

“Oh, I have to go soon, I’m way too sleepy.” Herohero said suddenly.

“Oh.” Momonga said.

“Please rest well,” Twilight and Momonga added at the same time.

“I’m really sorry about this, you two. But I am surprised that The Great Tomb Of Nazarick is still here.”

“Huh!?” Momonga exclaimed as Twilight winced.

“You two must have been maintaining it, as Guild Leader and Vice Guild Leader, Momonga-san, Sparkle-san.”

“Well, Nazarick was a base we created together.” Momonga replied while Twilight nodded in agreement.

“Momonga, Sparkle, thank you for all your hard work.” Herohero thanked them.

“I hope we meet again somewhere.” Herohero continued before disappearing in a blue light alongside a logoff notification popping up on Twilight’s and Momonga’s screen.

“Today is the last day Yggdrasil’s servers will run, why not stay until the end?” Momonga asked Herohero who had already left.

“Momonga-san, he’s already gone,” Twilight responded, wincing as the words came out of her mouth.

Momonga looked down at the table, “No,I am happy he even came today. ‘I hope we meet again somewhere’, huh? Just where and when would that be?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Momonga exclaimed slamming his bony fist on the table suddenly, causing Twilight to flinch.

“This is The Great Tomb Of Nazarick that we built together!” Momonga continued.

“How can he give it up so easily?!” Momonga trailed off.

Twilight got up and laid a hand on his shoulder, to comfort him.

“No, that’s not it. No one betrayed me.” Momonga said sighing as he got up and made his way over to the guild weapon,

“The guild weapon, the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. We played recklessly to make this. Some members used their paid vacation and others fought with their wives to make time and gather the materials for this.” Momonga said to no one in particular. “But among forty one members thirty seven of them quit.” Momonga continued as he picked up the golden staff.

“I remember, I can’t remember a time since I worked so hard.” Twilight added a hint of nostalgia in her voice from his left side.

“ and even the last two …” Momonga stopped himself and looked at the staff again, before picking it up.

“Let’s go, you are the testament to our guild.” Momonga started walking out of the meeting hall with the staff, and Twilight followed half a step behind.

As they descended the stairs they were greeted by a bowing butler and maids. This was Sebas Tian, a wizened old man with sharp eyes and a well trimmed beard and The Combat maids, Pleiades.

“We had them guard the throne room, not that anyone managed to make it that far,” Twilight commented, receiving a short nod of acknowledgement from Momonga.

“As guild leader, I should move them around one last time.” Twilight nodded her assent.
“Follow.” came Momonga’s order.

Walking into line behind Twilight and Momonga the npc’s followed the guild leaders in a single file line. Eventually they came to a huge set of stone doors with a demon on the left door and an angel on the right one. Momonga pushed them open to a huge room, banners hanging from the sides beside crystal chandeliers which hung from the ceiling. At the other end sat the throne of Nazarick, standing beside it was Albedo.

As Momonga stood on the first step, he turned back and said, “Standby,” the npcs bowed in response and walked to the right side of the throne room. Momonga sat down and opened his menu.

“What was her setting again?” Momonga muttered, “as the strongest npc in Nazarick, she supervises all of the guardians.”

“So long! Come to think of it, the settings maniac Tabula-san was the one who created her.” as Momonga continued to read Albedo’s setting. he came across something that gave him great pause, “Huh!? What’s this? A bitch?”

Twilight piped up as she watched over his shoulder, then closed her eyes and a sweatdrop formed on her head, “Tabula-san always did love a contradiction in looks and character” as Momonga hung his head in exasperation.

“But this is just too terrible,” Momonga stated looking back at Twilight.

“You’d normally need a tool to change the settings, but since I have this ...” Momonga muttered, turning to look at the guild weapon in his grasp, he then moved his staff towards the floating screen, a keyboard of light appeared and the settings window turned to administration mode. Momonga deleted the part about Albedo being a bitch and wrote in ‘she is deeply in love with Momonga.’

“Whoa! This is so embarrassing! I am so stupid.” Momonga said self deprecatingly.

“wow! I can't believe you actually went there!” Twilight commented dryly.

“Shut up, Sparkle-san!” Momonga exclaimed, flustered at her presence.

Twilight rolled her eyes, as he waved his right hand over the keyboard and menu to dismiss them.

“Now, what was that command,” Momonga muttered trying to ignore the judgemental look Twilight was drilling into the back of his head.

“Bow down.” Twilight said as the npcs bowed before them.

“I was going to remember it eventually Sparkle!” Momonga complained.

Twilight smirked and raised an eyebrow, “my, how forward of you to drop the honorific, I take it we can do away with that formality?” She added as she leant in exposing her cleavage teasing him, a habit she had picked up from her high school friends.

After calming down Momonga relaxed into the throne,“A relic of the past?”

Pointing to each banner he named each, “Me, Sparkle, Touch me, Shijuuten Suzaku, Ankoro Mochi Mochi, Herohero, Peroroncino, Buku Buku Chagama, Tabula Smaragdina, Warrior Takemikazuchi, Variable Talisman, Genjiro ... . That’s right it was fun.”

“I have to wake up at 4:00 am tomorrow. I need to sleep as soon as the server shuts down or it’ll affect my job. It was a pleasure playing with you, Twilight,” Momonga said.

“You too, Momonga,” Twilight responded with a smile. They waited as the clock counted to midnight.

A blue light engulfed a surprised Twilight as she let out a gasp and wide-eyed as she disappeared. Albedo smirked.

When the server didn’t shut down, Momonga looked around finding only himself and the npc’s,
“Did they push back the server shutdown?” Momonga muttered looking down at his hand as he tried to open his menu,

“Where’s my menu? I can’t use chat or call a GM, either ...” Standing up Momonga exclaimed, “What’s going on!? Sparkle!?”

“What’s wrong, Lord Momonga?” Albedo asked with concern, causing Momonga to look at Albedo in surprise.

“Momonga-sama?” Albedo asked uncertainly, her expression filled with worry.

“Momonga-sama? Momonga-sama! Is everything alright?” Albedo pleaded for an answer, she stood up and got closer to Momonga as he stood there, shellshocked.
“Is there a problem?” She asked again, Momonga flinched back as he looked down at her, Albedo clasped her hands together as if in prayer causing her breasts to squish together making her cleavage more pronounced. As Momonga was starting to become more stimulated his form was immediately filled by a green effect which seemed to suppress his emotions.

“H-huh? The GM call function isn’t working and Sparkle has gone missing.”

Albedo gasped and breathed a sigh of relief as she back away forlornly.

“Please forgive me. An ignorant one such as myself has no answer to this “GM call” you speak of.“

Her mouth is moving?!

“If you allow me to correct my mistake, I will be forever grateful!” Albedo continued passionately.

I’m talking with an npc? Monoga thought before rapidly sitting back in his throne, That’s … . No way! Is there an error occurring? He thought to himself as he rested his hand on his face.

Momonga turned to his staff and let go of it, it floated away and spun in place.
The staff functions just like it does in the game, but I can’t use my menu.
I can’t contact the administrators, either. What should I do?

“Sebas!” Momonga called out, to which the butler responded with a high cultured-sounding acknowledgement to his master’s summons.

“Yes?”

Is it okay for me to give him orders? Momonga pondered. Ugh! Just do it! Momonga berated himself.

“Sebas, step outside the tomb and confirm the surrounding area around Nazerick.”

“Understood, Lord Momonga,” Sebas replied respectfully as he stood up straight.

“Pleiades, go to the ninth floor and guard it from possible intruders,” Momonga issued additional orders to the maids currently prostrating before him.

As Sebas began walking out to perform his task, Yuri Alpha responded in acknowledgement of her master’s order,

“As you wish, Lord Momonga.”

The NPCs are responding to orders that aren’t specific commands? Momonga returned to his thoughts cradling his chin as he continued to think. What in the world is going on?!

Momonga looked up to see a smiling Albedo, before returning to thinking about the current situation in which he found himself in. I have to contact the administrators somehow.

If I can’t use the GM call function, maybe I can use the message skill? But will a magic skill used to contact other players reach a GM? No, can I even use magic right now?

“So, Lord Momonga, what shall I do?” Albedo asked interrupting his thoughts.

“Let's see, then. Come here,” Momonga ordered.

“Yes!” Albedo responded cheerfully as she moved closer as she got closer, Whoa! She smells good. Momonga thought as she came within inches of his face.

Wait, Smell?! There wasn’t a function like that in Yggdrasil. “Albedo. I am going to touch you,” Momonga told her.

“Yes!” was Albedo’s instant reply. As Momonga grabbed her arm she gasped in ecstasy, twitching in pleasure.

She has a pulse. And, what is this? She’s an NPC that runs on an A.I. programme … . He continued to think as he looked up to see her blushing, happy face. Why does she look so alive?

His internal monologue continued as he shook his head. But this last test ... . I have to confirm this no matter what!

With a bit of nerves Momonga asked, “Albedo. C-can I touch your chest?”

“Huh?” Albedo responded with confusion,

Th-this is necessary! He thought to himself psyching himself up. That’s right. Naturally. I have to ask her naturally! “You don’t mi-mind, do you?” He asked as naturally as he could,

It was impossible to do it naturally!

“Of course. Please touch me as much as you wish!” Albedo happily responded thrusting her ample breasts in Momonga’s face. Shocking him at how accommodating she was being.

Slowly, but surely, he reached out to touch her, his hand twitched as he got closer to touching her breast. As he touched her left breast, she gasped out in pleasure.

Let me assess the situation. The fact that I can do an eighteen plus action like this means this isn’t a new Yggdrasil game and the chance that this is a completely different DMMO RPG is low.

There is a possibility that this imaginary world became real ... . While Momonga was thinking he was oblivious to the hot panting and gasps of Albedo whose breast he was still groping No way. But … . Conversation with the NPCs, their natural expressions, their scent. These are all things that couldn’t be programmed with a game until now. Hey, how long do I plan to keep fondling her breast?! What would Sparkle say if she was still here … ? Oh, right, I forgot that she’s still missing.

“A-albedo, I apologize,” Momonga quickly apologized to her.

“You’re going to take me for the first time, here and now, right?” Albedo asked excitedly.

“Huh?”

“-What shall I do about my clothes?” she questioned

“Huh?”

“-Should I remove them myself? Or would you like to remove them, Lord Momonga?” she questioned further.

“S-stop. Stop now, Albedo! Now is not the time ...” Momonga replied in a panic before coughing into his fist. “No, we don’t have time to be doing such things.” Momonga flinched as he imagined the stern, disappointed-mother look coming from Twilight. I swear! Sparkle really is like the guild’s mother. Momonga shuddered as he recalled the times she had given a member that look, cowing them completely.

The one time I saw her do it in her true form, I can’t help but pity the shivering pile that was once a proud Takemikazuchi as he begged for forgiveness. I swear I could also hear him begging her not to abandon him. Momongashudderedagain.

“I-I am very sorry!” Albedo exclaimed as she recoiled back,

“It’s fine. Albedo, I forgive you completely,” Momonga added to reassure her.

“More importantly, I have an order for you,” he continued.

“I will do anything you wish,” Albedo affirmed.

“Except for the guardians on the fourth and eighth floor, gather everyone to the fighting arena on the sixth floor, have them gather there in an hour from now,” he ordered before pausing, “Albedo, have you seen Sparkle?”

“I am sorry Lord Momonga, but Sparkle-sama was taken by surprise and spirited away by a teleportation spell of some sort. Before I, or the others could intervene, ” Albedo responded, her head hung in shame.

Albedo bowed before excusing herself.

Twilight found herself in the middle of a grassy plain. Her right eye twitched, “Fuck! What fresh new hell is this?” Twilight lamented as she noted her shapeshifted form had been dispelled and now she was her full glorious height, fifty foot tall, lavender and now covered in metal scales, her feathered wings spread out and her tail thrashing about. The horns protruded from her crest and swept back, curving down with the tips curled pointing up toward the sky. Her two pairs of eyes were golden with slit pupils, on her forehead was a gem magenta star gem reminiscent of her cutie mark.

The scent of grass and many different varying odors wafted up into her powerful nostrils, causing her to flinch at the sudden overflow of information. In the distance she could hear birds chirping, and the sounds of a village going about its day. What the hell?! Scent wasn’t part of Yggdrasil, please don’t tell me this is like those other-world anime? Oh, who am I kidding!? My whole life as a human is another world anime. Twilight’s musing was interrupted by a tiny voice.

“Halt, foul creature! Trouble not these lands or prepare thyself to receive defeat by mine own hands!” A human knight had appeared before her, causing her to lower her long neck to see the tiny human, and gave him her best deadpan expression. Okay, Twilight, remember, this isn’t the same as my previous worlds. Mercy will only come back to bite you, you will have to kill in order to survive. Just don’t forget who you are.

“I don’t know whether to call you brave or a fool! Have you seen how big I am in comparison to you, tiny morsel?” Twilight replied glowering at the tiny knight

“Size doesn’t matter!” the knight responded, to which Twilight rolled her eyes,

“Keep telling yourself that, knight. Perhaps one day it might be true, that is, if you live long enough to see it,” Twilight replied and then snorted some smoke at him.

You know he’s starting to look appetizing. No there is more important things than food!

“Say morsel, I mean mortal, you and your village may yet be of use to me, tell me where I am and the village’s name, do this and I will leave the village alone. Don’t? Well, let’s just say that a nameless village likely won’t be missed by anyone important,” Twilight stated with a toothy smirk.

The knight began shaking in fear, the scent of ammonia in the air caused her to roll her eyes.
And just like that his deliciousness decreases. Twilight mentally grumbled before metaphorically shaking her head to clear the thought from her mind.

“It’s E-Libera!” he replied shakily. Twilight nodded. “Today is your lucky day. Now run along,” Twilight demanded as she looked around and noticed a mountain range surrounded by a forest.

Something stirred deep inside her and compelled her to fly there and so, with effortless flight, Twilight did just that. Once she had landed behind the mountains, she began to dig, “Must … build … lair!” she murmured to herself in a trance-like state as she dug into marble and limestone as well as regular stone. The mineral formations gave way easily under her immense strength.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years as she meticulously built her lair and ended the lives of fifty heros and heroines, her hoard having become quite significant, including her own horde of books, though she kept those in a different room.

She was currently laying upon her bed of treasure, when her peace was sundered by a shout,

“Foul beast, your reign of terror ends here,” squeaked the voice of a female. Twilight turned to face the female adventurer, while sighing.

“Why do you all repeat the same dull tripe? ‘Foul beast’, ‘reign of terror’?” Twilight asked lazily.

“Excuse me?” the adventuress blinked in surprise and confusion.

“Do you even think before you speak? Infact do you even look at your target and I mean really look?” Twilight ranted passionately.

“Huh?”

“And that’s another thing, ‘reign of terror’, what reign of terror? All I do is defend my home from murder hobos, and I don’t even leave my home!“ Twilight continued ranting

“Wha-?”

“Well don’t just sit there gaping, tell me. Why do you think I am some foul beast? Am I too fat? Are my scales not shiny enough? Do I not bathe enough? Come on! Out with it!” Twilight demanded glaring at the adventuress.

Now that she had a proper look, Twilight noted that it was an voluptuous elf girl in a simple robe that accentuated her body. She easily had F-cup breasts. She held a staff in her hands and wore a tiara-like circlet. She was shivering in fear and doubt was etched into her face. She had piercing blue eyes and long, messy blonde hair that might have been straight normally, which reached down to the small of her back, her ears mutilated at the tips, they had been brutally cut off and judging by the wound it was recent.

Twilight’s pupils shrunk in rage, and she let out a growl. “What is your name elf?”
“T-t-titania …” the elf girl replied, shaking even more.

Twilight rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, “Of course you are.”

“Well, Titania, hide behind me,” Twilight ordered, causing Titania to flinch. Twilight’s expression softened, “Fear not little one.”

Titania ran behind the pile of treasure, Twilight created a clone of Titania and just in time as a scowling human man with brown hair, his skin was tanned and he also had a muscular build. Stomping into the room he shouted, “Are you done yet? You lazy whore!”

A reply came in the form of lavender flame engulfing the clone, screeching as she was cooked alive, the cooked clone stood looking up with her mouth open in pain and terror, whereupon a spear then impaled her through the mouth and her entire body, like a kebab skewer, Twilight lifted her up and ate her, chewing as she said, “I’d say she’s done,” Twilight replied with a smug self satisfied smirk as she looked down at the man.

From behind him she saw several other big breasted Elves, one with black hair and green eyes, another with fiery red hair and seafoam green eyes, and the last one a brunette with silver eyes, all of them had curvaceous figures. The brunette was a ranger, the fiery redhead looked like a fighter, perhaps even a knight. And finally the raven haired girl looked to be some sort of priestess.

“That useless whore failed, tch, even if she was of royal blood she clearly wasn’t worth the extra price, you lot get in there and fight.” Timidly they came out in full view of Twilight. She sighed as she used her hand to gently move the ladies out of the way, causing them to squeak in surprise.

“What are you doing, dragon? Those are my slaves!” the soon-to-be dead man demanded.

After making sure she hadn’t hurt the three accidently, her head whipped round and with a roar she ate the man where he stood. With a single gulp a bulge traveled down her long neck and then disappeared, Twilight let out a satisfied sigh as muffled cries could be heard within her stomach as he was still alive, having been swallowed whole.

Twilight then returned her attention to the girls she had saved, “Titania, it is safe for you to come out now.” Slowly but surely, Titania made her way back into view, much to the confusion of her fellow elves.

“I did not eat, Titania. I simply made it look like I had,” Twilight explained to them. “Tell me your names?”

“Dana’diel” the raven-haired woman responded.

“Sarin’el,” the redhead replied, bowing.

“Nela,” the brunette added, though sounding as though she gave it reluctantly.

“Now that I know your names, you should know mine. It’s Twilight Sparkle, the Twilight dragoness, gather up girls, there is one more thing I must do before we leave.”

“Leave?” Titania blinked owlishly.

That is adorable. Twilight thought.

“I can’t stay here with all the murder hobo’s knocking on my metaphorical door, wanting to slay the ‘evil’ dragon,” Twilight explained with another eyeroll.

Twilight moved her hand over the four girls as they gathered close, “Heal!” Twilight called out as a white magic circle filled with runes appeared above the girls. Unsure of what happened they opened their eyes which they had closed in fear. It wasn’t until they looked at each other they had noticed that their ears had been restored. The girls smiled and started hugging each other jumping up and down as tears of joy streamed down their faces.

“You are free now,” Twilight added, a warm smile upon her muzzle as she laid her head down to watch them. Titania turned to Twilight and then began prostrating before her,

“Thank you! We are forever in your debt!” Titania exclaimed.

“No, your highness! Don’t grovel! You don’t know what she’ll demand of us!” Sarin’el pleaded,

“Enough, Sarin’el! We owe her! Where is your honor? Would you bring shame to our houses?” Titania reprimanded,

“No,” Sarin’el mumbled in reply, Twilight rose her crest expressing curiosity regarding the exchange between the elves before her, after which she shrunk down shapeshifting into her Elven form. Her transmogrification caused the girls to gasp in shock. It's more uncomfortable and chaffing than the game made this body and outfit appear. Twilight complained internally.

Twilight made her way towards Titania and grasped Titania’s face in her hands, “Titania, there is one thing you can do to pay me back, of course you can refuse and I won’t think any less of you. What I am about to ask is not something you should agree to lightly.”

Titania gained a determined expression, “Anything!” Titania responded resolutely, bringing a smile to Twilight’s lips

“I want you four to bear my heirs, more specifically, I want a family, a legacy. I am alone here and despite the occasional unwelcome visitor, it has done little to assuage the feeling.”

“That doesn’t sound much better than slavery,” Dana’diel commented rudely.

“On the contrary, once the deeds have been done and the resultant offspring is delivered into my care, you are free to leave me should you wish to do so as long as you adhere to three rules, My children must know who I am, which you will learn during our convalescence together. Two: You must not kill or abandon them, and three: Love them as any good mother should, they will be your children just as much as mine. The first is preferable, but I am flexible as to when they learn about me, Violating the last two rules will end in the forfeiture of your own lives. Do I make myself clear?” Twilight asked while glaring at them. “Furthermore, I will be watching, But just as I expect you to follow these rules, know that if you are in grave danger. I will drop everything to save you.”
“Do we have a deal?” Twilight asked in anticipation.

“Deal!” Titania answered without hesitation. Twilight smiled as she wrapped Titania in a hug.

“You three must choose for yourselves,” Twilight added as she noted the looks of horror on the other’s faces. They relaxed and thought seriously about it for a couple of hours, Twilight treating them to tea, Camomile and peppermint tea, Celestia’s favorite, I wonder if there even is an Equestria to get back to, let alone whether my friends exist still. Twilight felt a hand on her own. It was Titania, Twilight looked down to see that she had practically destroyed her teaspoon.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Titania asked Twilight. Twilight put the wrecked spoon down and sighed, calming herself down with an old breathing technique.

“I … my first real friends betrayed me and sided with an imposter that was trying to marry my brother, he disowned me and my mentor banned me from attending my brother’s wedding.” Twilight explained everything that had happened, after all Honesty was a cornerstone of friendship. She thought as she clenched her fists.

“It was twenty four years ago, that my life was ruined! But I can’t stay mad at them, surely they were just mentally manipulated by that bitch which sent me here,” Twilight rationalised as tears she had long thought dried up, welled back up with a vengeance.

“Deal!” Dana’diel suddenly replied, walking forward to Twilight’s with open arms and hugged Twilight.

“Deal!” Nela responded, joining the embrace.

“Ah geeze! Deal! But only ‘cause the others agreed.” Sarin’el agreed, though she was less eager to join the group hug forming before her.

Twilight frowned, “Are you sure Sarin’el? I don’t want you to regret your decision.”

Sarin’el nodded mutely and pouted as she found herself pulled into the hug.

“Then girls, we have plans. We will find the nearest elf settlement and then from there, we will find your people, Titania,” Twilight explained as she shepherded them out of her cavernous home, whereupon she turned around and started casting, “Infinity wall, force sanctuary, protection against negative energy, protection against holy, greater ward, shield wall, anti-life cocoon, anti-information wall, protection from arrows, greater hardening, greater resistance, and complete invisibility!” Twilight chanted one after the other, as magical walls and auras of light covered the entrance before completely disappearing from view.
“There, done! Let us go then, I …” Twilight said as she turned and saw her awestricken mates.

“How many spells do you know?” Dana’diel asked, still appearing rather awestruck.

“I know many different spells! But that is neither here nor there! Let’s go!” Twilight responded, carrying the girls in her arms and despite her humanoid stature, she still possessed her incredible draconic strength.

Author's Note

Twilight's Character Sheet