My Little Overlord: Harmony Desync

Derpy felt herself moving, her entire body completely weightless in her own little haze. She had grown numb to everything, save for the dull throbbing in her swollen eye, forcing it shut. She let out a soft groan from her swollen lips and struggled to move from her prone position. Each attempt barely allowed her to open a single eye, tendrils of darkness combating the vain attempts to remain lucid in the waking world.

For the briefest moments she could see herself laid sprawled out in a cage that rumbled along with many others. The faint aroma of fresh forest air greeted her nostrils, topped off by the stomach churning scent of blood. Derpy’s lips parted in an attempt to say something…anything, but such effort only led to a stream of nonsensical, agonized moans. This single act stirred another figure occupying the cage, shifting against her stomach until they were practically on top of her.

What felt like tiny hooves shook and rocked Derpy, trying so desperately to further along rouse her. Derpy’s wandering gaze trained on the tiny face of Dinky, her cheeks damp with fresh tears, coat covered in grime and…dried blood? The poor filly looked as if she had not eaten or slept in days. Her small lips moved rapidly, yet the only sound that she heard from the filly was muffled, overpowered by a loud ringing.

“Mom…you have to….ple…ase…wake…they’re comin…g…please don’t….o”

Derpy’s slowly rising head lost what little strength she could muster, collapsing onto the cold, rusty, filthy cage floor with a soft thump. Any and all physical feelings would leave her, like an invisible force tugging her further and further away from the unfolding scene. Next she would attempt to awaken, it was to the overpowering smell of smoke flooding her muzzle. Her bloodshot eyes opened once more, rolling aimlessly around in a confused haze.

The incessant ringing had dulled, instead becoming a low hum, muffling the screams that filled her darkened surroundings. It was night, yet the forest around them was lit up as if Celestia’s very sun had come to kiss the earth. Unlike her previous attempt she could get a slightly more clear picture of the immediate area. The darkness wriggled from the corners of her vision, receding to show her the ensuing tides of chaos.

Derpy was a captive, as were many other ponies hitched up into the open cart that was traversing a path through what she assumed to be the Everfree forest. Stallions flanked either side of the cart, yelling out in a mixture of anger and fear. Clutched in their forehooves were lengthy spears, rusted, old, yet just as deadly. One of the stallions, a purple Unicorn with a green mane, ignited his horn with a lime colored aura. From the tip a stream of purple flames spewed forth, crashing into the darkness beyond the mare’s weak peripherals.

“That bastard! He said that this route would be safe when the bloody first wave started! Oh Celestia…oh Celestia buck me with your forehooves! This psycho bitch is goanna kill us all!” The Unicorn cursed, backing up whilst maintaining a constant stream of magical flames at the unseen force beyond the walls of fire he conjured. He stepped back until his flank bumped into the cage next to Derpy's face. Now that he was closer she could better see the stallion’s unique cutiemark. Stamped into his flank was a pyre of purple flames engulfing a cackling green equine skull.

“Hold them off until the boss gets here! We can’t let them reach the package! I don’t care how many slaves you have to throw at them! If anything happens to her then we are all bucked anyways! For House Onyx Horn! FOR THE ONYX HORN!” Another stallion beside the unicorn roared, rushing into the plumes of smoke and fire with a silver lance mounted to his armored saddle..

Said stallion was massive, tall, imposing, almost like that Big Mac fella lingering around the Apple homestead. Derpy had seen the big lug around Sweet Apple Acres during her frequent muffin deliveries to his sister. He could be found plowing, bucking trees, and on one awkward occasion bucking her daughter’s teacher.

His coat of fur was the darkest shade of brown she had ever seen, at least what she could see between the little gaps of his hefty armor. The ashen gray plates glittered in the lavender tinted light of the dancing flames, surrounding their little caravan of cages like a ring of fire. Mounted atop his head was a helmet unlike anything she had ever seen before.

Derpy had seen her fair share of guards, Princess Twilight had plenty guarding the grounds of Castle Friendship. Normally the helmets of guards were open around the facial regions save for the bridge of the muzzle. While it did guard the sides of the neck well enough, It still had plenty of vulnerabilities around the face, not this stallion though. His helmet completely covered his entire head, masking his facial regions save for a single slit streaking vertically across the eyes as a way of seeing through.

Black horns protruded from either side of the head below the ear holsters, coiling in opposing S shapes near the forehead in gnarly spikes. While most of the surrounding stallions leading the slave caravan were clad in leathery armor, this stallion in particular seemed very important, a captain perhaps? Derpy wouldn’t be able to process it all with the mixture of smoke inhalation, and the after effects of her brutal concussion threatening to claim her mind yet again.

The stallion roared to the heavens, rearing back on his hind legs with the shadowy silhouettes of what looked to be a wolf impaled on his lance. It was barely visible within the purple light which passed through the smoke. The pyro unicorn pressed into the cage beside Derpy let out a startled yelp, his entire body growing rigid. Vines had shot from the clouds of smoke, constricting around him like a snake around its prey.

The unicorn let loose the most guttural, terrifying screams imaginable, pulling Derpy back from the brink. Her body couldn’t move, only watch the horrific display as the unicorn was twisted like a broken power pony figurine. The sickly sounds of his bones breaking resonated with the sounds of battle around her. Through the chaos Derpy could hear her…her poor Dinky, sniffling, whimpering, terrified by it all.

Either through sheer determination, will, or motherly instinct, the Pegasus was able to stretch out her twitching wings, pulling the terrified filly into her stomach. Both wings flopped around Dinky, shielding her from the shower of blood which erupted from the Unicorn who had been promptly ripped in two. His flesh and muscles ripped like wet tissue paper, his organs spilling out like a grotesque piñata.

Even with both ends of the pony being whipped around in the air Derpy could still hear his screams. The continuous torrent of flames erupting from his horn remained, even in this mutilated state. The deadly streams unfortunately ended up spraying a passing Pegasus mare who had been dropping what appeared to be bombs from the sky. The intense heat blasted her in the face, igniting half of her form causing her to let out unholy shrieks of anguish.

The feathers on her right side all but vaporized from the Unicorn’s spell, sending her spiraling down beyond the walls of flames. The fire that had steadily sizzled the writhing mare’s form engulfing the rest of her writhing body, igniting the satchel of explosives she had been carrying. The resulting explosion sent shockwaves through the forest, obliterating the dense tree line over them all. The patches of sky revealed a sea of twilight, an all seeing eye glaring down at them like a malicious spotlight.

Hot, sticky, copper scented blood rained down, with the wet, gross sounds of the Unicorn stallion’s entrails spilling onto the bars over the mare’s head. Derpy wanted to scream, to panic, to cry out, but the gods refused to let her, instead making her watch every second of this Tartarus. The vines that had completely ripped the Unicorn apart dropped both halves with a wet SPLAT, the upper half landing atop Derpy and Dinky’s cage.

Derpy’s wandering eye unfortunately wandered upward, panning to look at the now deceased stallion. His face was frozen in an abstract look of terror, blood pouring from his open mouth and onto Derpy’s petrified cheek. Beyond him she found herself concentrating on the great eye in the sky, feeling herself become lost, lost in its intense gaze. Only in that moment would the sensation of lucidity begin to fade, white gradually clouding her vision just as what looked to be a purple comet soar overhead.

Derpy’s eyes opened once again, the heavy weight and paralyzing effects on her stiff muscles all but faded. Expecting herself to be in the cage she would twist and turn, looking in all directions for her daughter…nothing. White, white as far as the eye could see, it was the ONLY thing she could see. When she looked down at her hooves…for the first time in a long time…her eyes were perfectly straight, normal. Had she died? Had she inhaled too much smoke and passed to the great beyond? Where was her daughter? Had she died too?

She could see both of her hooves with both of her eyes, even when blinking, shaking her head, or moving in general she could still see clearly. Dreams…she had to be dreaming, was it a dream? Was it ALL a dream…? No…a nightmare. Her thoughts would be interrupted by the sounds of hoofsteps approaching ahead of her prone form. An all too familiar voice ringing out into the infinite sea of white nothingness, sending a chill down Derpy’s stiff spine.

“Unfortunately no…this isn’t a dream Ditzy…even though I wish within my heart of hearts that it was.”

She sat upright on her flank to face her visitor, wings instinctively shielding herself from any would-be attackers. Her entire body trembled like a leaf in a strong gust of wind, one flick and she’d be blown away. Tears of panic leaked down her pale cheeks, rolling down her neck which had begun developing bruises beneath the thin fur from her previous abuse in the waking world. The voice…that voice called to her again, this time much softer.

“Calm yourself Ditzy…I am no foe, you of all people should know this…” Her voice and hoofsteps grew closer and closer, until the darkness of her shadow had cast over the shell-shocked mare. When Derpy finally lowered her curtain of feathers she could finally match the face to the voice. Towering over her was in fact…herself.

“W-who are you…? What are you…? W-where is my daughter…?” Derpy croaked, slightly scooting back from her double. This version of the Klutzy mare looked…different, yet at the same time similar. She stood on all four hooves, chest puffed out with all the courage of a lion. Her yellow mane had been tied back into a ponytail, one strand of hair poking out and tracing down the right side of her face.

The biggest discerning feature that differed between the mares were the bright, glowing, golden eyes beaming down on the sitting mare. The corners of her glorious orbs leaked streams of arcane runes, bleeding into the air before vanishing into nothing. The calm expression on her face spoke volumes of Derpy’s character. Unlike this…imposter, Derpy was completely lost, confused, and most importantly of all…terrified for her daughter’s safety.

Before she could open her mouth to speak her doppelganger held up a hoof, taking her time to sit opposite of Derpy. “Before you ask…again your daughter is safe…for the time being. As for who I am…? Well…I have a feeling you already know the answer to that don’t you?” Derpy opened and closed her mouth, thinking hard on her response. The memories came to her slowly, but they came nonetheless, sending glimpses of two lives into her at once.

“You…your Justitia…?”

The mare sitting before her smiled a little, but quickly reverted back to a cold and stoic expression. “Hmmm…I suppose you could call me that, however my answer is both yes and no.” She held up her hooves, her golden eyes dancing across the gray fur as if finally looking at herself for the first time in years.

“What do you mean yes and no…? I don’t understand…p-please I just want to understand! I want my daughter, I want to go HOME!” Derpy screamed, and for the first time in her entire life she felt the burning embers of rage well up within her chest. Her gaze locked with the mare’s who simply nodded, averting her golden eyes from the fuming Derpy.

“Ditzy…there isn’t a simple answer I can give you that you will understand, much less comprehen-” Derpy cut the mare off, unleashing her pent up vitriol in one, loud, echoing shout of frustration.

“THEN BUCKING SIMPLIFY IT FOR ME!”

The clone let out a sharp breath in as if startled by the outburst, only to let out a long sigh, relenting to her twin. Derpy was now standing on all fours, this time with her gaze filled with so much bubbling rage. She was like a tea pot ready to blow steam to the point her ears tinted a bright shade of red.

“I am you and you are me, I am but part of yourself, pieces of your mind broken away and held here by…her…but I guess you can simply call me Fragment” She mumbled, closing her eyes as if to think carefully on the answer, something the mare could understand.

“Justitia, as you know, desired a life where she could be carefree, where she could live amongst mortals, and her one true love. She wanted a pair of gentle eyes, ones that wouldn't reduce those she looked upon to ashes. You…you are her reincarnation, new life, flesh, spectrum of emotions, yet your…our soul is still intertwined with hers.” Fragment said coolly, unblinking as she met Derpy’s harsh glare with one of indifference.

“In this lifetime she ripped away her rage, her innate lust for conflict, her natural combative side. Instead she left a gentle heart, optimistic views on life, naiveté and everything that made YOU so…innocent…to innocent. Unfortunately that came with the unprecedented side effects of…erm…you know, being a bit scatterbrained.” The glowing mare traced a circle in the white void between them with her hoof.

“All of those discarded feelings, those parts of yourself abandoned by HER, all of it was accumulated into me. It left me trapped in this space within your…OUR mind, an inside voice unable to call out, only observing as you lived out your life..” Fragment whispered, closing her eyes as repressed feelings of her own bled through.

“The only friend I had were the centuries of memories of Justita’s past life, another part of herself left to rot with me…”

After a moment Derpy’s replicate rebuilt her calm façade so she could look the mail mare in the eyes once again. “She shattered us into many pieces, leaving what SHE thought were the greatest aspects of herself to live life to the fullest, one without conflict as she wished. However what she DIDN’T expect was the coming storm…'The Grand Cataclysm'...” She whispered.

Derpy slowly sat down, her flank pressing onto the cold surface of the white void, all attention was now focused on…well…herself. “That…I…you mean to tell me that Justitia is the reason I’m like this? Why I was born like this? A cross eyed, bubble brained FREAK!? T-Thats impossible, if that's the case, why do I feel mad now?! Why do I feel these emotions NOW!?” Derpy slammed her front forehooves between her clone’s. She scooted right up into Fragment’s face, her breathing becoming more erratic with each passing second.

“You say that Ditzy…yet can you look me In the eyes and say that it wasn’t the most relaxing, and peaceful life you could have possibly had? One where you could truly say that you were happy? In this life you've gotten to live in a world filled with peace, no war, buck not even a petty theft went by without some moral lesson being learned! You're feeling all of these new emotions because we are sitting face to face…for the first time EVER.” Fragment raised a brow, folding her forehooves over the fluff of her chest.

Derpy blinked, the question was like a swift blow to her gut, knocking all the wind from her sails. She sat back down, taking a moment to relive her life in fleeting memories. From the struggles of a rough foalhood battling her disability, to the many friends she made as she grew up in the bustling streets of Fillydelphia. Even today she could fondly remember her nights out with her old marefriends during her juvenile years. They still hung out with her, despite the clumsy nature she had inherited.

It all came to a head with the birth of Dinky, her precious little muffin, a filly so sweet and kind, even when the other fillies made fun of her klutzy mother. The more she thought about it, the more she had come to realize that she had in fact lived a happy life. Despite all the curveballs that life threw at her, despite all the taunts, the teasing, the accidents, she would go through it all over again to have Dinky in her life. Seeing her face made every morning bearable amidst the sea of thoughts bubbling in her clouded mind, Dinky was that one constant.

“Fine…you win…but why am I here now? If you are supposed to be an inside voice that I’m not even supposed to reach, then why am I able to be in contact with you now?” Derpy asked softly while shifting into a much more relaxed position on her side.

“It's because of the Cataclysm…ever since the Lunar festival everything in this world has begun to change. Picture Equis as a snowglobe, all the peace, love, and friendship filled up this world, creating a beautiful piece of art. When the Cataclysm arrived, it was like a hammer came crashing down, not quite shattering…but cracking the glass just enough for all those good things to come trickling out.” Fragment explained miming a smashing gesture with her hooves.

“ It gave way to something much more dastardly, an outside force pouring in where the water pours out.” Derpy’s brow furrowed at Fragment’s explanation, taking the startling information surprisingly well. It was a start, but things still felt so…off, so distant, so she continued her questioning. This mare, a combination of sealed away emotions, memories of another life, and Celestia knows what. More importantly she had what she needed most…knowledge…and as a wise pony once said, “knowledge is power”.

“Is that why things outside here have become so….so violent? I watched a stallion get ripped in half! The monsters of the Everfree were dangerous…sure, but never have they gone to such lengths to…mutilate a pony like that!” Derpy bit her bottom lip, reliving the moment of that poor stallion’s steaming guts pouring out onto the ground. She could still recall the cold, lifeless gaze staring into her unblinking eyes…making her glad she shielded her little Dinky from such carnage.

“Well…that's because you aren’t the only pony having their great “spiritual awakening” and as you know…Justitia was a harbinger reincarnated. You are that reincarnation, but other harbingers have also come to this lifetime with you, all with different bodies, names, and upbringings based on their deepest desires…” The Derpy clone held up a hoof, the smooth surface trained up between them.

There was a soft glow, then an eruption of rippling light before what looked to be a realistic image of a family materialized into existence. It projected from Fragment’s hoof like a hologram, revealing various faces that deep down...Derpy felt slightly familiar with. It was almost as if she resonated with them, hinting at a strong case of deja vu dragging her brain through missing memories.

Most of the bipedal forms escaped her, she had never seen anything like these creatures except for in her dreams. Many of the faces were blurred save for one, a female biped wearing a dress made from what appeared to be palm leaves. Her green skin had no fur save for a clump of blue hair atop her head. It flowed down to the small of her back, shining in the beach themed background the picture was taken in. The front of her hair stuck up in an unkempt display, a few twigs and flowers poking out giving an almost feral appearance to her.

She stood beside Justitia with an arm lovingly wrapped around her neck, and a coy smirk spread from ear to ear. Two of the creature's digits were held up in a V shape, thumb wrapped around her middle and pinky claw. She looked so happy to be around Justitia, while the angel of Justice seemed to be frozen in an equally expressive look of joy.

Justitia was dressed in her all too familiar battle robes, an arm wrapped around the female green creature's waist. Her cursed eyes were blindfolded with golden cloth, googly eyes sticking to where her eyes would be in a rather childish display. The two radiated a sisterly bond, a strong indication that they might have been close friends, maybe even family in that lifetime.

“Justitia did She…know her very well…? In that life I mean…” Derpy asked softly, knowing it was a stupid question. What kind of pony would be posed in such a playful way if they WEREN'T close. The scene was just too perfect to be posed, and judging from the strong pull she felt to the holographic memory, it felt genuine.

“Yes, from what I could find these two were close…her name was Floraline, The Berserker Harbinger. Justitia and...Dezmond…found her in the jungle, huddled up in the remnants of a smoldering hut. Alone, afraid, and cautious of other people, both took the wild child into their care. Through time her and Justitia became inseparable, to the point that she was willing to live and die for both her and Dezmond. She proved herself capable, strong, and loyal to both her and the gospel of The Overlord. This earned her a fragment of his power, to truly bestow upon herself the title as one of his harbingers.” Fragment hummed.

“But…what does that have to do with what I saw…?” Derpy furrowed her brow, trying to see where her clone was going with this. She had no clue who this creature was personally, though there was that certain…air to her that felt familiar, like meeting an old friend from school.

“Her truest wish, like many of the other harbingers, was to be reborn into another life…a much more peaceful one than the one they lived. One of Floraline’s biggest weaknesses was her anger, it's what made her such a powerful member of The Overlord’s army. Yet she always wondered what life without the shackles of her mindless rage would be like. Therefore she wished for her new life to become one with nature, a protector of all things living within it.

“She always had been in tune with the wild sides of nature since she was but a little one. Being a child raised by wolves, she became a druidic beast tamer who could raise the green, turn any uninhabitable land into an oasis, and soothe even the most hostile of monsters.” Derpy listened to Fragment’s breathtaking tales of the Berserker with a look of awe. Her eyes twinkled with an almost childlike wonder at her descriptions of the wonderful lady. However the sudden seriousness of her twin made her smile fade, matching Fragment’s worried frown.

“But something is wrong…It’s almost as if she has diverted back to her old ways of life, a bloodthirsty maelstrom of violence, fury, and hatred. She shouldn’t have these qualities, they should have been locked away deep within her mind, memories and all to give way for her new life. Something, or somepony must have triggered her mental roots, metaphorically of course. Though it is possible the first wave of the cataclysm jogged something deep within her mind…or…something so traumatic happened to her, that she returned to her savage ways in an attempt to defend herself.” She mumbled, rubbing a hoof under her chin.

“What is this…Great Cataclysm? That creepy Onyx cat was babbling about it like a zealot loon. He also said something about ‘The Forgotten Gods’ and ‘The First Wave’ . What are they?” Derpy asked while scrunching up her face, brushing a bit of her mane to the side just as Fragment closed the lingering image of the harbingers within her hoof.

“Mmm, it's about time you asked that question, I couldn’t find much, but I was able to piece old memories of Justitia together based on events leading to her erasure from reality. It's a theory that another one of the Harbingers has brought up during many war meetings. It’s a phenomenon of sorts for when reality itself is reset or recreated, involuntary or otherwise. Gods from the previous reset are reborn, similar to how you were reincarnated.” Derpy was about to ask something only to be interrupted by Fragment who seemed to be on a roll.

“However, unlike us the gods are powerful beings made from passionate beliefs and raw energy. They are forgotten by mortals, leaving only vague memories of their existence in the hearts of their most zealous followers from the previous lifetime.” Fragment raised both hooves up, stretching and letting out a small yawn, causing her disheveled wings to twitch at her sides.

“Those followers are also reborn in the reset, and when they come together they form new beliefs that more or less bring these forgotten gods back to reality. They serve as a tether pulling them from the depths of non-existence, like echoes reverberating off the walls of caverns. On top of that, an entity…a being The Overlord calls “The Eye of The Old One” brings about great change…a god above gods…” She brought both hooves down, tracing an eye in the white floor between them.

“His sole existence is to bring a grand shift in the natural order that allows the gods to compete over territory in this new reality. This new WORLD is loaded with potential followers, giving them plenty of minds to bolster their standing, and be further tugged back from the void.” Fragment muttered with a distant look, while the mare herself was putting the pieces together.

“So…like pawns? These forgotten gods see us as tokens for competing, all for followers who further progress the belief of their own existence. All so they can come forth from the depths of non-existence? Such a…cruel and selfish cycle. You said this is a phenomenon? Like this happened before?” Derpy asked, only for her to receive a nod in return.

“The title of Overlord…is given to somepony from the new cycle who wishes to end it all, to “burn it all down”. It is he who wishes to break up the bloody whims of the gods, so mortals can live in peace. The greatest of wars start from the religions of those who wish to push ideals and whims of their god’s on others.” Fragment spat with a small eye roll.

“The previous incarnation of the Overlord destroyed them all, dominating every godly being in existence in an attempt to create a monotheistic world of peace with him taking the back seat as the one true God. He would be creating a life without any all powerful beings in a great reset of all existence...” Fragment spoke slowly and clearly, each word pulling the last pieces into place for the mare to behold.

“And this…Eye of The Old One is starting it all over again in THIS reality…? Oh Celestia…how many times has this happened? How many times have I, have WE all gone through this song and dance?” Derpy pondered, exacerbated by the realization of their situation. It was all a game, one that was rigged from the start, a ticking time bomb leading to a new age of chaos that not even DISCORD could fathom.

“Who can say…but all I can tell you now, is that it's happening again, and each wave that follows, reality as you and EVERYBODY knows it will change…all as “The Eye” foresees it. However there is a silver lining to all of this madness, and it all starts with the rise of a NEW Overlord. The Cataclysm only starts on his arrival, and seeing as we are able to talk right now, I assume he has already been brought into this world.” Fragment stood up, looking down at a bewildered Derpy, who appeared to be contemplating everything she was told.

“L-Last question…this cat named Wesker or whatever his brother called him. He said my blood was ‘needed to raise the sunken city of Yureli from its earthly depths in the ‘other world’...what is that?” Derpy asked shakily, causing Fragment to freeze in her tracks.

The mare ran a hoof through her mane, pacing back and forth, further placing Derpy into a state of unease. Slowly Fragment tilted her head towards the white void encompassing the sky. Her golden eyes gradually tinted to a bright green, her lips moving yet no words escaped them. Her head seemed to vibrate rapidly in a blur, her lips now moving a mile a minute as if she were being possessed by a ghost. Letting loose a choked gasp, she fell onto her front legs, coughing loudly as if she had escaped moments from drowning..

“Ditzy…listen to me, whatever you do, DON’T give into their demands, no matter what they offer you, no matter how much they hurt you, you must NOT give them what they want. Yureli, it’s a game changer…a place that could single handedly start or end wars. If such a place were to fall into their claws, no matter what pantheon he and his brother hail...It could spell disaster for Equis as a whole.” Fragment wheezed, clutching her chest while thin streams of golden light poured back into the green orbs her eyes had become. The golden light formed into an iris, stamped neatly into each eye, a darker green pupil at its center.

“The Overlord…I can sense him, he will come for you, free you AND your daughter from these…sick felines. I get you don’t trust Justitia, or me…but until this world is purged of any and all gods, you’ll have to believe in us, believe in HIM. Now that we’ve met, I just re-inserted the majority of all the missing aspects back into your mind. This should ease the derpy smog plaguing your mind, maybe even fix your eyes too…” Fragment coughed, a stream of golden runes voiding from her body.

“Right now…your body is weak, therefore I am weak as well…I NEED time, a few days to a week tops to augment your…OUR body for the coming war. Until then…just…endure…the whole world might depend on it.” Fragment whispered, falling onto her stomach as Derpy shot over in an attempt to help her up. Even after everything she had been told, there were still so many questions she needed answers to, a can of worms ready to be spilled. Fragment’s body felt so light in the Derpy’s hooves, like she was holding paper.

The white void that engulfed the pair gradually began to shift, in a blink Fragment was gone. Everything was turning black, and the space Derpy had thought herself to be sitting upon became null. This sharp surge of gravity sent her careening into a free fall, spinning wildly without control..

No matter how much Derpy tried to flap her wings they couldn’t seem to adjust in the slightest. The darkness around her grew white specks, and those specks became pillars of blinding gold light that zipped past Derpy at breakneck speeds. Derpy flailed and screamed, she screamed until her voice felt like it would give out until finally-

…PING…

…A loud ping roused Ditzy Doo from her slumber…