Chapter 8 - The Shadow

Twilight Sparkle lifted her head, sleep caking her eyelids. She let loose a groan as she stirred from her sleep. The young changeling glanced around her surroundings with foggy eyes. And then she saw it. A looming black figure in the corner of the room. She darted from her position, pinning herself against the wall. The windows still shone with starlight. The moon was still up. Was this a dream? Twilight thought. The figure strutted out of the shadows, long, black hole-ridden legs stepped forwards, clicking against the wooden floor. A curled and jagged horn followed next and then a black muzzle. Finally, Queen Chrysalis emerged, a frown on her muzzle. Twilight felt her heart in her throat, it beating faster than Rainbow Dash could fly. “W-W-What?! You suppose to be.. dead.” Twilight choked out, stuttering on her words.

“And you were supposed to listen, grub.” The dead Queen hissed, baring her sharp fangs. Chrysalis strutted forward, circling around Twilight. She snaked her tail across the young changeling’s back, causing Twilight to shiver. “I shall tell you once. And one time only. You cannot get rid of me that easily and I will always be there to tell you what to do.” Chrysalis firmly stated.

“What do you mean?” Twilight asked, her voice a measly whisper. Chrysalis smiled, leaning closer until the only thing Twilight could see was Chrysalis’s snake-like eyes.

“Because I am you.” She hissed.

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Twilight jolted awake for the second time in a row, scrapping her hoof across her frills in a panic. Her dream was still fresh in her mind. She felt a shiver down her spine, the feeling of being watched following her. “It's just a dream. It's just a dream. She's dead. Defiantly dead. She has been for a week.” Twilight muttered to herself as looked out the window, seeing the sun rising on the distance. She trotted down the oak steps and entered her bathroom. She glanced into the mirror and recoiled in fright. Her eyes weren't lavender anymore. They were tinted green. She felt her breath lodged in her throat, her body unwilling to respond. She wanted to scream, or at least move, yet she couldn’t. She was frozen in place for who knows how long, staring at her odd reflection in fear of her nightmare. She heard a voice behind her and screamed, knocking over a glass vase that had been sitting by the sink.

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Spike heard the shattering sound of screaming and of glass breaking. He ran into the bathroom in worry, glancing around for any indications of danger.

“Twilight? Are you okay? What happened?” He asked, slowly moving forward toward the cowering changeling. Twilight had rammed herself into the corner of the bathroom beside the bathtub. There was shattered glass across the wooden floor. Her breathing was ragged as tears fell down her cheeks. Spike moved forward, clutching the larger changeling in a hug. “Hey. It’s okay, Twilight.” Spike said, trying to comfort her.

“No.. it’s not, Spike.” Twilight quietly sobbed out.

“It’s okay, Twilight. Trust me. Nothing is going to hurt you, you hear me?” Spike stated, his hug getting tighter. “Not if I have something to say about it!” He puffed out his chest, causing Twilight to let loose a small snicker, a grin beginning to appear on her muzzle. She sighed, leaning her head against the wall.

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Twilight rose from her spot, trotting out behind Spike. The young dragon ran out of the door in a hurry, leaving the changeling queen behind. She walking into the kitchen, opening the nearby cabinet with her magic before pulling out a simple apple. She sat down at the bench and rapidly ate her apple. She rubbed her eyes for a moment before looking out the small window on the other side of the room before she froze.

Author's Note

The bucking end. I am never re-writing this. Sorry folks, I ain't getting caught. Enjoy it while it last, people. Goodbye.