Torture, hate, death and a little friendship

One teleport spell, teleportun anyrum, raak atakk, or whatever variant of name that fits it, in everyone, an object in motion, continues in motion.

It hurt, it hurt like hell, about ten years ago it would have ended with my arms, now I think I just dislocated one of them, Jesus, how it hurts man, damn it, I slowly rise, keeping my arm dislocated as close as possible of the body, but now is not the time to worry about it, the insane beating of my heart and the cold sweat remind me of why I am like this, she ... She was fucking there!

"Spenceeeeeeer!"

"Não, foda-se não, SAI DA MINHA CABEÇA!"

"Don't talk like that, speak equestrian, please Mr. Spencer."

Not again, I need to calm down now! I put my only good hand against my eyes and breathe as deeply as I can, I stay like this, repeating this until I hear nothing else, no screams, no cries or deaths, and especially nothing of... Of... Of that alicorn!
I don't know how long I was like this, a minute? Thirty? I don't know, I just know it was an eternity, now slightly calmer, I rise slightly dizzy and look around, and all I can say is: "what happened here?"

I didn't make a mistake, I know where I was teleported to, the castle of the two sisters but, why isn't there that classic greenish wax from changelings? Speaking of which, where is Chrysalis? Where's her throne? It only has a pile of stones, more precisely four pil---

"Four? What?"

Something is wrong, something is very wrong, it was supposed to be two piles of stone, I broke two of them before, I... Who did that? WHO? My neurons are firing at an unhealthy speed in an attempt to understand.

It is not necromancy, golemancy, or something like that, will it be ... Changelings? That explains why the castle is so empty, no, Twilig---, my jailer, she had both wings, Chrysalis would never miss something so trivial! Jesus, my head is exploding and the pain in my arm doesn’t help, I look up, more precisely at one of the holes in the ceiling and I see Celestia’s tower, there, there are things, things that must be there, something that will help me, so , as slowly as my body allows I move to that damn tower and the infinity of steps that accompanies it.

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Screw the dislocated arm, screw the dizziness and the danger of running down those stairs running, this, this place, everything is wrong, in my left hand I carry some books caught in that room, not any books, the personal diary of Celestia and the two secret books under her bed, me, this is impossible! That simple!

"MIRANDA !!!"

I scream her name a couple more times, I need her help with my arm and... Well... To calm me down, Jesus, you can, with a lot of work and study, replicate the castle of the sisters, yes you can you, the four piles of stone? Maybe, now these books!? No... it can't be replicated, I read them, I memorized them, I burned them, and how the hell are they here?!

I'm almost there, two more curves and I reach the throne room, by God, if this is a chrysalis joke, God protect her.

"Spenceeeer..."

No... Not now, I have to calm down, but like, breathing like before won't help, I need Miranda now!!!

"MIRANDAAAAA, FUCK! COME HERE !!!"

I'm almost there one more step and I enter, however, I stopped, I stopped because there, right next to me there was a mirror, and I looked at it, and my God what I saw, an adult man, with his hair all messy, with white skin, but obscured by dirt and sweat, with gray trousers made by hand, just like his shirt, and of course, the small coat, similar to a vest, where I keep all the main horns, and... And... In the background... Behind the man, a distorted figure, a huge but stunted being, eyes as black as night with only a small purple dot being his pupil, her voice... Her teeth... The smile... That damn smile that she always used during the sessions... I don't know how, but I gathered all my willpower and punched the mirror as hard I can, it broke into a thousand pieces, along with that... That thing... That thing must be dead...

I arrived... I am in the throne room, my heart does not stop racing, my God I think I will have a heart attack at this rate, if she speaks again... If she appears again... I... I... I don't know what I do, I can feel it, a slight twinge and a chill in my chest, a clear signal from my body telling me to stop thinking about these things, and I very quickly accept your warning.

I look around and see the suitcase, run to it and kneel.

"Miranda, get out of there now!"

Anything? Wait... Why only have... One suitcase, no... I can feel it, the sick heat of a hoof on my shoulder.

"Mr. Speencer, now that we are alone, without that, friend... How about we start?" that was it, that was the last straw, I felt my senses leaving me, NO! I can't pass out, the books fall from my hand, my eyelids are heavy, and then... Darkness!