Area: Sweetie's Dream
Year: 1944?

Sweetie Belle trotted through the unfamiliar halls of her castle. Well, currently unfamiliar. She knew the castle was one of chaos but as she trotted forward, she saw Apple Bloom but... she didn't seem to recognize Sweetie Belle, "Bloom, what's going on?"

Apple Bloom just laughed, "Ah don't know, why don't ya tell meh, intruder? Ya're the one ta break inta the castle without mah mistress' permission," the deathly filly said, causing Sweetie to raise an eyebrow as she looked at herself.

Barren... no mark, no outfit... nothing that shows she's still the same Sweetie Belle. Well, except for the red eyes and her pointed fangs. Sweetie decided that this was enough and tried to trot past Apple Bloom who stopped her with a lift of her scythe.

Sweetie attempted to use magic only to find that she couldn't as if she had some kind of magic inhabitor... as if she was the weakling she was before the incident in 1798...

Sweetie stared at Apple Bloom who just smirked at her. Sweetie Belle sighed, "Bloomy, please let me go up to the throne room?" She said in an uncertain tone, unsure if it'd make any difference... but it did. Apple Bloom put her scythe away and muttered incoherently.

Sweetie climbed as she reached the top and found... Scootaloo? "Oh, so you're the pest that's stormed my castle? I expected you to be stronger but it seems I was wrong in assuming that." She said her voice tainted with a literal bloodlust. Scootaloo took a swig of her drink before speaking again, "And while I well admit that you have been interesting to watch... it's about time I put an end to you. So enough talk! Have at you!" Scootaloo tosses her glass onto the ground as Sweetie Belle was confused about Scootaloo being in her spot...

Scootaloo laughed as she flew around before stopping and releasing a series of feathers at her. Sweetie, not expecting this, gets hurt by it so bad she's on her knees. Scootaloo laughs as she kicks the last bit of life from Sweetie.

Area: Chaotic Realm
Year: 1944

Sweetie Belle awoke with a start. That dream... why did it feel real? Why... did she dream that Scootaloo was in her spot? That... that couldn't have been anything but a dream... right?

Sweetie Belle told herself that it was just a dream, not willing to accept that it might be her mind showing her how weak she really is right now. She turned her head around her mini room Chaos built just for her, knowing just how much Chaos, Dracula, Death, and Apple Bloom, Bloomy as Sweetie Belle had gotten used to calling her, cared about her wellbeing. Finding a bottle of rich wine and a plate of specially made eggs on an end table, the one responsible being a Skeleton Waiter, "Greetings mistress, I was told by the master to prepare for your awakening. You've been hard at work and deserve the food and drink," he said, Sweetie not paying much mind.

"Thank you, you are dismissed, sir," She said, idly biting into the eggs while the Skeleton Waiter left her room. Sweetie Belle was lost in thought. Her idle consumption of the eggs went unnoticed by herself.

Why do I feel... so useless? She thought to herself, knowning that the answer had to do with Dracula not being able to go back to his castle. She then went back to thinking about her dream, or a nightmare as it seemed more actually, and she put the plate of mostly finished eggs to the side, unaware she'd been eating them, Wha, how did... I must have been eating them while I wasn't focused. She thought. She sighed and got out of the bed and trotted out into the whole of the Chaotic Realm and just trotted around to nowhere in particular.

As Sweetie trotted, she found the currently being constructed version of her new castle, she sighed as she trotted in, not sure what she's expecting to see. Her castle was still incomplete, the layout wasn't finalized nor the colors... it just seemed like a labrinth more than anything. She trotted, not really sure where she was heading as she found what was going to be her throne room. She had a seat in her throne as she poored herself a glass of wine and started drinking. "Bloomy... I know you're nearby," Sweetie Belle said as Apple Bloom looked into the throne room.

"Sweetie? Everythin' good?"

"No... it isn't... I had a nightmare, I trotted without purpose to here, and now I'm considering the fact that I might just be useless..."

"Ya ain't useless, Sweetie. Sure ya lost thrice, twice ta the chicken in some way, shape, or form, one ta Shanoa exclusively, and sure ya aren't able ta help Dracula get back ta his castle, but does that make ya useless? No, in fact, ah think everyone thinks the opposite. I see how Scoots battles ya and sure, she does it out of doin' the right thin', but she looks like she actually enjoys it, ah wouldn't be surprised if during her current adventure, she's secretly thinkin' 'bout when ya attack with the new castle. Trust meh, if it wasn't fer ya, ah probably won't be the same Bloomy ah am today."

Sweetie Belle heard Apple Bloom speak and knew, even just a little, that she could trust her little Bloomy. Sweetie took a sip and smiled, "Thanks Bloomy, needed that. What do you say we get to work on finishing this place?"

"That's the spirit, Sweetie!"

Author's Note

Just a small chapter focusing on Sweetie Belle for a moment, don't worry, the PoR content coming soon because of the fact that I have big plans for PoR's later parts not-plot stuff.