Alex was not okay with this. Not okay at all!

“What is going on?!” she shouted, standing in the middle of the decaying throne room. “What. The. Hell!”

Well, it was kind of a baffling situation. One moment she was minding her own business, and the other she appeared in the old castle in the middle of the woods with no living being in sight.

Obviously, her first decision was to pinch herself. Surprisingly, she felt pain. However, it was not a proof of a dream not being involved; she had felt pain in dreams before. Frankly, it was a misconception that you can’t feel pain in a dream.

While trying to come up with another way to test reality on fakeness, Alex noticed that something felt kind of different. Well, many things felt different, really, but this one was very obvious one.

She had wings on her back. White, angel-like wings.

“Well, that, is sure to be a dream.” She decided. “After all, being knocked out and dumped in the old castle is still possible, but wings? Nuh.”

Sadly or not, that was not the only change that occurred to her. Glancing back over her shoulder made her aware of the strange weight on top of her head.

“Uhhh...”

Lifting hands to her forehead she discovered long and pointy bony stick jutting from her forehead just above the eyes, at an angle that was almost out of her range of vision.

“Horn?...” Confused, she felt the thing around, following spiral ridges to the tip.

“Agh!”

Said horn turned out to be surprisingly sharp, and Alex put her hurt finger in her mouth, while squatting down in deep thought.

“Why do I have horn? Why do I have wings? Am I an angel now? Am I a demon? Am I some kind of chimera or failed government experiment that was abducted and kept on memory erasing drugs until I escaped?”

“Yep, I’m totally dreaming.”

There was no way that she was going to believe that something like this could happen, right? After all, it’s not like it was possible to be teleported god knows where and instantaneously be transformed into some weird kind of half-human half-whatever-this-is creature, right?

“Well, at least wings look nice.” Concluded Alex, standing up and heading to the exit of the room.

“Since I have wings, it would be a crime not to use them!” And since jumping out of the window before learning how to fly was kind of a retarded idea, she tried to find an exit out of this place.

Navigating the castle proved to be a bit more of a challenge that Alex expected. Old stony fart was full of collapsed rooms, still working traps right out of the adventure stories and was generally build like some kind of a maze.

“Well, sure. As far as I remember from history lessons, castles were actually build in such a way to confuse attackers. Without memorizing the layout, navigating one was a big challenge. There was also something about staircases turning anti-clockwise because that made fighting with the right hand difficult for invaders...”

Distracted in her thoughts, Alex didn’t notice a hole in the floor and went tumbling right in.

Fall was short, however, and in a few moments she successfully landed face first into the stone floor.

“Auuugh!”

Tears veiled over her eyes, but stubbornness quickly took over. Hugging her poor nose and giving ground a hard kick (and immediately nursing newly hurt leg), she eventually calmed down and looked around her.

It was dark.

Like, very, very dark.

Hole in the ceiling was already in the pretty shady corridor, otherwise she wouldn’t have fallen in so easily, and down here it was even worse.

“Ehhh... Anybody? Does anyone has a lighter?” She nervously whispered the old joke, wishing she had the ability to see in the dark.

Suddenly, it became much brighter.

Alex’s first reaction was generating short, but stone-grinding squeak, after which she tried to pretend being part of the room furniture.

It wasn’t very successful.

Thankfully, nothing appeared in front of her, and she managed to unlock her stiff joints enough to try and pinpoint the source of light.

Climbing out of the cocoon made out of her own wings, she discovered it pretty quickly.

“Is it... Me?”

After figuring out that light seemed to move together with her head, considering she could never actually look at it, she understood that the source of light appeared to be her own horn.

“Wow... It’s that... Magic?”

As much as she felt like looking at it with glittering eyes and enchanted expression that they always presented in cartoons, she found it difficult looking that far up without appearing like a victim of possession. Besides, magic wasn’t that big of a deal in a dream.

Although, to be honest it wasn’t often that she had chance to control it while being lucid.

Sadly, concentrating on magic seemed to unveil the thing, as she suddenly became plunged into the darkness again.

“Eeep!”

Okay, Alex was fairly proud that second time wasn’t nearly as loud and glass-cracking as previous.

Which made her pause for a second.

“Since when do I have such a squeaky voice? Eh, I mean high vocal range. Yep, nothing squeaky about my voice. That actually sounds kind of weird now that I think about it.”

“Well, who cares, it’s not like that has any meaning anyway, right?”

Deciding to completely disregard any dangerous thoughts, Alex concentrated on making light appear again. Sitting down on a dusty remains of an ancient carpet, she collected her will and started furiously thinking about the light on the tip of her new appendage. Was it appendage? It wasn’t something she could move, after all... Or was that about limb?...

Despite distracting thoughts, she managed to concentrate and finally achieve nothing.

Yep.

Nothing at all.

“Well, would you look at that?! Rebellious type, aren’t we? Or maybe you one of those that never work when one tries, but turn miraculously strong when one is not paying attention? Hmpf. I will control you, you just wait!”

Alex thought for a moment, that it might work if she tried to behave a bit childish with her magic, but even that did not help her much.

With a sigh, she closed and opened her eyes once again.

Light was on.

“Oh, you little...! ”

Fifteen minutes later she managed to defeat her unruly magic, somewhat, and locate the door. Which wasn’t locked, surprisingly, against all laws of horror games.

Well, she wasn’t actually in a horror game, but she was kind of a fan of playing them sometimes, and it wasn’t really rare to have a dream about one either. And this creepy dilapidated castle was pretty much best location for one, too.

Forest as well, so to think.

Thinking about going through the forest after leaving the castle and the fact she couldn’t see anything from the window before, aside from the trees, trees and some more trees, almost made her wish to stay in the castle, but she was sure that whatever might appear in it wouldn’t be something that she couldn’t handle.

It was not because she was some sort of a martial artist or from her confidence in her newfound magic (which she totally could use instantly, and not only on light spell, yes), but simply from the fact that she never had nightmares.

Like, ever.

It wasn’t like she couldn’t get spooked or hurt in a dream. It was more like her dreams were incapable of spawning anything threatening, really. If there was something she could be afraid, that belonged to a real world.

But it wasn’t a real world, right?

Nevertheless, looking at the orange and quickly darkening sky, Alex decided that walking through the forest could wait until morning.

The only question was, in this place full of cold stone and dusty decaying canvases, where exactly she was going to sleep?

Thankfully, she wasn’t feeling any chill, and she thanked dream for that conventionality.

One of the rooms she stumbled upon appeared to be a recently cleaned study.

That was kind of cause for concerns, but it had clean and soft sofas, so it didn’t matter much in Alex’s mind. She preferred to think that her dream finally decided to play along, so she entered and choose one of the sofas. She laid down, closed her eyes, and prepared to meet the morning...

... Well, time skip didn’t happen.

Opening her eyes, Alex was annoyed to find that dream didn’t want to change to the morning even if she was ready for it.

Laying down (she spent quite some time to figure out how to do that, having additional pair of limbs jutting out of her back), she noticed a book on the reading table.

Just short of reach.

Too lazy to get up, Alex tried to pick it up with magic powers. Said magic powers successfully lifted the book up, and lifted it so successfully, that it appeared to be stuck in the ceiling.

Now, now. I know that book can’t normally be harder than stone.

That book, was.

It was a gilded book with a woman’s face on it, fairly simplistic and symbolic one. Name on the cover said: “The history of Humestria.”

Alex snorted at her dreams half-assed attempt to create a name. She was sure she was better than it at naming when she was ten.

That said, it was her dream, made by her brain, so...-

She fell from the couch. Because reading title of the book that was stuck in the ceiling, while balancing on somewhat small couch, required some truly serpentine poses, and she wasn’t a snake. As far as she knew, anyway. After all, she already got horn and wings, what else could there be?

“Hopefully nothing.” decided Alex, and pulled the book back down.

Due to her paying more attention to it this time, she managed not to kill herself by bringing the book closer, and started reading.

“Blah-blah, eternal winter, blah-blah, wendigoes, blah-blah... Wait, what? I thought wendigoes were monsters that appear when miners ate other humans from hunger and stuff... Since when did they turned into frost ghosts?”

Book looked very regal, but actually was pretty child friendly. It had quite a few simple but elegant pictures and looked generally pretty new.

“Two sisters petrified chaos god with magical artefacts and taken over the whole land, huh? Sounds like typical hero story of you ask me. Except for two siblings. There is even written that they started to control sun and moon after that. Man, those mythology books are getting to me.”

“Older sister was loved by everyone and young one became envious, so she turned into the monster version of herself and tried to bring eternal night? Kind of retarded, but I guess still better than having Loki turning into a giant horse and having a wolf son, or Zeus turning his wife into a fly and eating her... Ugh, I really should stop reading those old books.”

Alex wiped her face, trying to get rid of the images stuck in her head.

“Yeah, anyway. She got blasted by the same artifacts that they found all the way to the moon. Truly, wonders of planning. I also wonder why she didn’t bring herself back, considering that she was supposed to be able to control the thing she sits on... Oh, nevermind, it says that she will return after one thousand years. How classical.”

Alex started to feel a little sleepy by now, so she placed a book on the table, and closed her eyes to take a little nap. She was finally starting to fall asleep, and was pretty sure that she was about to wake up in her bed, sad for missing out on flying, but ready for her favorite yogurt on breakfast that she bought yesterday evening just for that... Oh, that yummy-yummy yogurt!

Boom!

She one again fell from the couch, as something exploded deeper in the castle, followed by maniacal laugh.

Author's Note

Oh, hi there. Sorry for my awkward English. Have you ever read fics about being transported to Equestria in a body of a villain? Concept is cool, you should agree.
However, 50% of the time those "villains" break down about their homes and families and cry into make 6 shoulders or get caught before even leaving castle (the only place they seems to spawn else is straight in the forest nearby) after which all higher said still happens.
Other 39 % are denser and manage to wiggle into working out they supposed sins while "reforming" and the last ten we don't speak about.
1 percent is unique though. I still haven't found any finished among them.

Anyway, i decided that i have to show you what my human in the villain would do.
Also, 95% human, because I am not a furry and i don't like going through awkward "leaning to walk" phase too. Names as well. We'll see how it'll turns out.