Queen of Trauma

I was back in the human world.
There he was—Moe, my German Shepherd.
He weakly greeted me with faint tail wags.

"I missed you," he said. Somehow, I could understand him.

"I know... Somehow, I can save you," I replied.

I lifted him gently with my magic and teleported back to Equestria.
I teleported directly to Zecora’s hut, the familiar scent of herbs and spices filling the air.

“Zecora!” I called, pounding on her wooden door. “Please, I need your help!”

The door creaked open, and Zecora stood there, her striped mane adorned with beads and feathers. Her sharp eyes softened as she saw Moe, cradled in my arms.

“You bring a friend who is weak and frail. Come inside, and share your tale,” she said in her rhythmic way, stepping aside to let us in.

I hurried inside, carefully laying Moe down on a soft mat. He whimpered slightly but looked around with curiosity.

“He’s from my world,” I began, my voice trembling. “He’s sick, and I don’t know how to help him. Please, Zecora, you have to save him!”

Zecora knelt beside Moe, her hooves moving gently over him as she examined him. “A bond so deep, it spans two lands. His healing lies within your hands. But potions, too, will play their part. We’ll start with one to aid his heart.”

She moved swiftly to her shelves, pulling down jars of dried herbs and vials of glowing liquids. The room filled with the sound of grinding, mixing, and the bubbling of a cauldron.

As Zecora worked, I knelt beside Moe, stroking his fur. “Hang in there, buddy,” I whispered. “We’re going to fix this.”

After a moment, Zecora turned to me. “A drop of dragon’s tear is what we need, rare indeed.”

I didn’t hesitate. Summoning my magic, I transformed into a dragon and let my tears fall. Zecora skillfully collected them in a small vial.

With care, she mixed the tears into her potion and helped Moe drink it.

“This works because of you, my dear,” Zecora said.

“My magic,” I replied softly, watching Moe closely.

“Yes,” Zecora confirmed with a nod.

Suddenly, the hut was surrounded with her gaurds.

“She’s here, Your Majesty,” one guard announced.

I stepped in front of Zecora. “Leave her alone!” I demanded.

“She is a zebra!” the guard snarled.

“Come out peacefully,” Princess Celestia said as she entered. Her tone was cold.

“I’ve been peaceful,” I shot back, my voice rising with frustration. “I’ve given gifts and done more than my share for Equestria!”

But Celestia’s distrust burned in her gaze. “I don’t trust you,” she said.

Anger flared in my chest. “Leave me alone!” I cried, sending a blast of magic into the sky. The force shattered Zecora’s roof.

“Last chance,” Celestia warned.

Luna, who had been silent until now, spoke up. “Sister, you are being rash.” She cast me a look of pity before flying away.

I had had enough. "I'm tired of everyone thinking the worst of me!" I thought furiously.

Celestia stepped closer, her horn glowing with magic.

Without thinking, I unleashed my power, striking her with a blast that sent her flying. Blood stained the ground where she fell.

The room fell silent as Celestia crashed to the ground. Blood stained her white coat, but her chest rose and fell faintly.

The guards froze, their weapons trembling in their grips. I stood there, my chest heaving, magic sparking erratically around me.

“Princess!” one of the guards cried, rushing to her side. Another guard hesitated before turning his spear toward me.

“I didn’t want this!” I shouted, my voice filled with anguish. “She gave me no choice!”

I started to cry.

My magic was glicthing pony, peguas,zebra, dragon.

“She’s alive!” a guard called out, relief evident in his voice.

I let out a shaky breath. Celestia was injured but not dead. Still, the sight of her lying there—so vulnerable—pierced through my anger like a dagger.

The room was heavy with tension. Celestia lay on the ground, her once regal presence diminished. Her pink hair, soft and flowing, made her look younger—almost fragile.

Luna knelt beside her, tears streaming down her face. “Sister,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “why didn’t you believe her?”

Celestia opened her eyes weakly, her gaze shifting between me and Luna. “I was... afraid,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “The magic... I thought it would consume her.”

“It hasn’t,” Luna said firmly, though her tears betrayed her sorrow. “She is more than her magic, more than her mistakes.”

The guards stood back, uncertain. One of them muttered, “A dog needs zecora more than Celestia.”

Luna looked up sharply. “He is coming with us,” she said, her voice resolute.

“That... will work,” Zecora said softly, stepping forward. “But there is more to do; I am missing some things.”

I glanced at Moe, who whimpered faintly, his eyes full of trust. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ll try to fix this.”

My magic flickered again, sending ripples through my form. One moment I was a pony, the next a pegasus, then a zebra, and finally a dragon. The shifting left me unsteady, and sparks flew erratically from my horn as my alicorn form reasserted itself.

Zecora stepped closer, her eyes filled with concern. “Perhaps what you need is simple rest. Your strength will return when you are at your best.”

Luna placed a comforting hoof on my shoulder. “You’ve done more than anyone could ask,” she said gently. “Now, let us help you.”

I nodded, my body trembling with exhaustion. My horn sparked again as I tried to focus, but the effort was too much. Darkness began to creep at the edges of my vision.

As I collapsed, I felt Moe’s warmth beside me. His faint bark reached my ears, a fragile beacon of hope amidst the chaos.