In the Princess's Grip

by Yogurtlove

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Comedy, King Sombra, Adventure, Narcotics, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 29227

One day, in her castle, Princess Twilight conducts an experiment that unfortunately explodes. Amid the smoke and chaos, the unmistakable King Sombra appears in the middle of the room as if by magic. What is going on?

One day, in the heart of her castle, Princess Twilight Sparkle is conducting a delicate magical experiment. She meticulously combines ingredients and incants spells, her excitement palpable. But, without warning, a surge of energy erupts, and a tremendous explosion shakes the room.
Amidst the smoke and debris, a dark figure suddenly appears in the center of the chaos. It’s King Sombra, his presence as imposing as ever. Twilight, disoriented and alarmed, stares in disbelief.
The once calm and controlled environment is now filled with uncertainty, as Twilight faces a new and alarming challenge.
Link to wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/375386786-sombra-cautiva-twibra

The story is still being updated and will continue to have new updates.

Published 2024-08-25 17:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-06 14:37:32 UTC

Chapter 3

Realm Rift

Twilight and King Sombra began to review the fragments of the spell and examine the texts for clues before they vanished into the air.

As Twilight immersed herself in a meticulous analysis, King Sombra tried to help, but his efforts didn’t seem to be going in the right direction.

“Hmm, this looks like it’s… where it’s supposed to be?” Sombra murmured, knocking over a pile of books while trying to reach one on the top of a shelf.

“No, no, no! That’s not how it’s done!” Twilight exclaimed, turning around with a mix of frustration and exasperation. “What are you doing?! Weren’t you supposed to be skilled at this? Didn’t they teach you how to handle magical books?”

Sombra straightened up, a bit embarrassed, and brushed dust off his cape.

“Well, this isn’t exactly my strong suit,” he said with an ironic smile. “My specialty is curses and dark enchantments, not magical research.”

Twilight looked at him incredulously but couldn’t help a small smile at his clumsiness.

“Perfect!” she muttered, smacking her forehead. “Just stay there and try not to cause any more disasters, okay?”

Sombra raised his hooves in surrender, clearly willing to follow Twilight’s advice, while she returned to her work with a resigned sigh.

King Sombra, feeling a bit dejected, moved to a corner of the room and sat down in a chair, crossing his legs with an expression of frustration and resignation as he watched Twilight work frenetically.

Twilight couldn’t help but laugh when she saw him settled in the corner, clearly more comfortable in the role of spectator than as a helper.

“Oh, come on!” Twilight said with a laugh. “Look at you, playing the role of spectator so well. I didn’t think you’d be so good at it.”

Sombra frowned, but a small smile escaped his lips as he looked at Twilight with a touch of amusement.

“At least I’m not breaking anything… for now,” he replied with a grin. “If it helps you work faster, I’ll stay here and be the best observer I can.”

Twilight laughed again and nodded, refocusing on her research. Even though the situation was complicated, at least she had found some humor in King Sombra’s disastrous attempt to help.

A few hours later, Twilight was deep in reading several books, with notes and papers scattered across her desk. Occasionally, she glanced at the scattered papers she had placed in a corner to examine the spell.

“Hey, Sombra,” Twilight said, not taking her eyes off the texts, “how different is your world?”

King Sombra, who had been trying not to look bored in his corner, looked at Twilight with a frown.

“I wouldn’t know what’s ‘different’ since I have no idea how your world is,” he responded with a slight look of confusion.

Twilight thought for a moment before a spark of inspiration lit up her face. She jumped up and began searching frantically through her shelves.

“I have an idea!” she exclaimed excitedly. She returned with a large stack of papers and sketches in her hooves. “Let’s do a comparison. I’ll bring plans and descriptions of Equestria for you to see, and you can describe your own world to me. Maybe this way we can find the differences and understand what’s happening.”

Twilight floated one of the images in the air, holding it in front of King Sombra. He examined it with a mix of curiosity and slight indifference, as if trying to find some interest in a magazine that clearly wasn’t to his liking.

“The Everfree Forest,” Twilight said, pointing to an image of the dense and mysterious forest of Equestria, hoping Sombra would recognize it.

“Spectrum Forest,” Sombra replied with a confidence that could only be matched by someone who had won a guessing game without knowing the answers.

Twilight sighed and moved to the next image, which showed the floating city of Cloudsdale in all its splendor.

“Cloudsdale,” she asked, with a tone that combined incredulity and the desperation of someone trying to teach a fish to fly.

King Sombra looked at the image for a moment and then said:

“Skyfall.”

Twilight frowned, trying to understand why someone would name a city “Skyfall” when it clearly had nothing to do with its name.

Finally, she arrived at the last image, which showed the majestic Rainbow Falls, with its brightly colored cascades.

“Rainbow Falls,” she asked, almost with a hint of “please let me go home.”

King Sombra looked at her as if she had just offered him a coupon for something he didn’t need.

“Aetheria.”

Twilight was left speechless, staring at the images as if trying to decipher the last level of an extremely confusing video game.

“Aetheria?” she repeated, almost breathless. “But… these names don’t make sense. Why does everything have a different name in your world?”

Sombra shrugged, with an expression of “why should I care?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. These are the names we use in our realm. Maybe it’s the ‘deluxe’ version of your reality.”

Twilight looked at the floating images, trying to understand how everything could be so different and yet so confusing. She wondered if the spell had created some sort of dimensional bridge where everything had altered names and characteristics, like a very rare version of a furniture catalog.

“So, you’re saying that in your world, everything has a different name?” Twilight asked, trying to stay calm while feeling her brain unravel.

“Not exactly,” Sombra said, crossing his arms as if evaluating the quality of an offer. “It’s more like these places exist in an alternative version of our reality, with their own names and characteristics. Maybe your places and ours overlap in some way, like two worlds shaking hands in a very awkward way.”

Twilight nodded slowly, trying to process the idea while wishing she could take a coffee break.

“Alright, that explains why the names are different,” Twilight said, with a tone of determination despite the evident confusion. “Let’s see if we can find a way to harmonize our realities. If these places exist in both worlds, maybe we’re in a parallel dimension.”

King Sombra nodded, showing a mix of interest and slight exasperation as someone who has had to listen to too many theories about parallel dimensions.

“And how do you plan to do that?” he asked. “Do you have any other spells that might help?”

Twilight thought for a moment and then headed to one of the shelves, pulling out an ancient book on dimensional spells that looked old enough to have its own cobwebs.

“I’ll review some advanced spells that might help us synchronize the dimensions,” she said while flipping through the book. “Maybe we can find a spell that allows you to return to your own reality or, at least, understand why you’re here. Or at least, that you stop giving me absurd names.”

King Sombra watched with caution as Twilight worked on her book. Although he didn’t fully trust her, he was willing to cooperate if it meant finding a solution to his situation. This pony was definitely very different from the Twilight he knew.

Chapter 19

Facing the Unexpected

In the library, the atmosphere was enveloped in an unusual calm, interrupted only by the soft rustle of pages and the occasional whisper of the wind coming through the open window.

Sombra was reclined in his armchair, his gaze fixed on the book in his hooves, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. His thoughts kept him occupied, and his contemplative expression did not do justice to the tranquility that seemed to reign in the library.

Twilight, in contrast, appeared visibly nervous. She was using her magic to keep the book of spatial distortion hidden as she made her way slowly toward where Sombra was seated..

Her expression was a mix of anxiety and determination, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She had been agonizing over how to reveal the truth, but the moment always seemed to escape her. However, this time she was determined to do it.

“Sombra, there’s something I need to tell you,” Twilight said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep a calm tone.

Sombra, noticing the change in Twilight’s tone, raised an eyebrow and smiled with a playful smirk.

“Oh? Something serious?” he said, his tone filled with humor. “Are you going to confess that you’ve been feeding me bricks?”

Twilight, hearing the joke, tried to smile, but the seriousness on her face didn’t fade. The concern in her eyes was evident, and Sombra’s joke only increased her nervousness.

“It’s not a joke,” Twilight said, her voice trembling a little. “It’s something important…”

Sombra, seeing the sad expression on Twilight’s face, stopped smiling and sat up in his chair, concerned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone now serious. “Are you okay?”

Twilight opened her mouth to speak, clearly about to reveal the secret of the book, when suddenly the library door burst open. A group of ponies entered the room, chatting animatedly among themselves. Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Applejack were conversing.

“You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to find that ingredient!” Rainbow Dash said as she entered, not noticing Twilight or Sombra.

“Yeah, and don’t get me started on the time it took to fix that mess in the gem cave,” Applejack replied.

“How could it be so difficult?” Rarity complained.

Suddenly, Rainbow Dash stopped and, looking forward, saw Sombra sitting in the armchair with Twilight beside him. The conversation came to a screeching halt, and the group fell silent, staring at the shadow king.

“Girls!” Twilight said, startled to see her friends.

“King Sombra?!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, surprised and wide-eyed.

“Uh, this is…” Twilight stammered, unsure of how to introduce Sombra.

Sombra, for his part, stood up from the armchair, feeling the tension in the air. His eyes met those of the newly arrived ponies, and his expression changed from surprise to a diplomatic smile.

It was an unexpected and complicated moment, and both Twilight and Sombra found themselves caught in a situation they hadn’t even anticipated.

The silence in the library was interrupted only by the sound of a book falling to the floor.

The library was plunged into an awkward silence as the ponies looked at Sombra with a mix of surprise and distrust. Rainbow Dash, with her wings spread and an expression of disbelief, took a step forward, and the tension in the air became palpable.

“How did the shadow king come back from the dead?!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, her voice filled with alarm. She approached Twilight with a defensive stance. “And what is he doing here?! You need to stay away from him!”

Sombra raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by the hostile reaction. He turned to Twilight with a worried look.

“What’s going on?” he asked, trying to stay calm while looking at the ponies. “Do I need to be worried about this too?”

Twilight quickly stood up, stepping between Sombra and her friends, trying to defuse the situation.

“No, no, wait!” Twilight said urgently. “He’s not King Sombra! He’s not the one you know!”

Twilight’s friends stood frozen, staring at Sombra, and confusion became evident on their faces.

“What?” Applejack said, her eyes wide open. “Then who is he?”

Sombra, with a friendly smile, tried to ease the atmosphere.

“Hi…” he said in a friendly tone.

The group remained silent, unsure of how to react. Twilight sighed, relieved to have at least stopped the confrontation, though she now had to face the inevitable questions.

Rainbow Dash, with curiosity replacing her tension, stepped forward and asked.

“Is he from another dimension?”

Twilight nodded, relieved that Rainbow had taken the first step in understanding the situation.

“Yes, exactly. He’s here due to a magical accident in my lab, and he’s trying to find a way back to his world.”

Rarity furrowed her brow, confused.

“Is it like what happened with Sunset Shimmer?” she asked, recalling the experience with the mirror princess.

“Something like that,” Twilight confirmed. “Sombra comes from a different world, and we’re working to find a solution.”

Twilight’s friends exchanged looks of astonishment and relief as they began to process the new information. The tension in the library started to dissipate slowly, replaced by a sense of intrigue and curiosity. Though they were not entirely comfortable with him, they trusted their friend.

“I understand,” Applejack said, nodding slowly. “So, what can we do to help?”

Chapter 1

Author's Note

"Hello! 😊 I want to let you know that I am not a native English speaker; I'm using a web translator. If you come across any errors in the stories, whether grammatical or otherwise, I apologize in advance! 🙏"

Chapter 1

An Unexpected Return

It was a day like any other in Ponyville. Twilight Sparkle was in her personal library in the Castle of Friendship, surrounded by books, scrolls, and magical artifacts of all kinds.

She was working on a new experimental spell she had discovered in an ancient book titled Extraordinary Enchantments for the Curious Unicorn.

The spell promised to reveal the true essence of any being, something Twilight, always eager for knowledge, couldn’t resist trying.

“Just a drop of shadow essence, a pinch of stardust, and... done!” Twilight murmured as she waved her horn to cast the spell.

A brilliant flash of light filled the library, followed by a cloud of purple smoke that enveloped everything.

When the smoke dissipated, Twilight found herself coughing, trying to see through the mist.

“Oh no, what went wrong this time?” she complained as she waved a hoof to disperse the smoke.

Looking around, expecting some sort of magical manifestation, she froze when she saw a dark figure sitting at her desk, casually flipping through one of her magic books. His red cape fluttered slightly, and his horn radiated an ominous aura but... somewhat disheveled.

“King Sombra?!” Twilight exclaimed, her eyes filled with disbelief. “But how...?! You were destroyed by the Crystal Heart!”

King Sombra looked up from the book, surprised and clearly confused.

“Me? Destroyed? By the Crystal Heart?” he repeated, frowning. “What are you talking about, Sparkle? Did you fail another one of your experiments?”

Twilight blinked, utterly bewildered.

“What do you mean, what am I talking about? You... What are you talking about? You were defeated a long time ago... you shattered into a thousand pieces.”

King Sombra looked at her as if she were a bit disoriented.

“Well, this is the first I’ve heard of that. I was in my chambers, having a rather pleasant nap, and now... I’m here, in your... castle?” he said, looking around as if evaluating the place for the first time. “And honestly, this doesn’t make much sense.”

Twilight put a hoof to her head, trying to process the situation.

“But... but that’s not possible...” she murmured, her thoughts swirling like leaves in the wind. “There must be some explanation for this. It has to be a mistake with the spell!”

King Sombra watched her for a moment, then sighed as if deciding it wasn’t worth worrying too much about.

“Good luck with that, Sparkle. In the meantime, I’ll be in the library. I’ve heard you have an excellent collection of dark books. Where is the curse section?”

But before he could take another step, Twilight stood guard, her eyes glowing with determination.

“No! You’re not going anywhere until we sort this out! I don’t know how you managed to come back to life, but I’ll defeat you here and now!” she declared, her horn lighting up with magic.

King Sombra raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Twilight’s sudden aggressiveness.

“What are you doing, Sparkle?”

“What I have to do!” Twilight fired a magical beam at him, determined to contain him before he could cause any harm.

However, the beam skimmed past King Sombra, who dodged it with an almost casual elegance.

“Really?” King Sombra said, stepping aside to avoid another attack. “Are you going to keep doing this? Celestia didn’t tell me her student was so aggressive.”

Twilight, growing increasingly frustrated as she didn’t understand what he was talking about, kept spouting nonsense. She cast another spell, but King Sombra dodged it again, this time with an unexpectedly agile pirouette.

“Stay still!” Twilight shouted, not realizing how absurd the situation sounded.

King Sombra let out a dry laugh as he dodged another beam that flew past his ear.

“Honestly, Sparkle, is this how you treat your guests, whom, by the way, you summoned yourself? And even more so, the King of the Crystal Empire?” he asked, still clearly confused.

Finally, tired of the situation, King Sombra moved quickly, using his own magic to deflect Twilight’s next attack and then, in a blink, appeared right in front of her, cornering her against the wall.

“Enough,” he ordered, his deep voice now soft, almost whispering.

Twilight was left breathless, her horn still glowing faintly as King Sombra stared at her. His presence was intimidating, but there was something in his eyes—a mix of confusion and... curiosity?

“Listen,” he continued, leaning slightly toward her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about with this Crystal Heart nonsense or what you’re trying to do. But I’m not here to fight... at least, not with you.”

Twilight, still with her heart racing, felt her magic slowly fading. As strange as it was, King Sombra seemed to be telling the truth, or at least seemed as lost as she was. She didn’t sense any malevolent intent; in fact, he seemed more perplexed than she was.

King Sombra took a step back, giving her a bit of space.

“First, let’s calm down. Then we can try to figure out what’s going on here, without any more magical attacks, okay?”

Twilight nodded slowly, still a bit wary but no longer with the urgency to attack.

“Alright... but don’t think I’ll trust you so easily,” she said, her voice trembling. “So... what’s going on? How did you come back? What are you doing here? Is this a trick?”

King Sombra looked at her, still frowning and clearly perplexed. He seemed uncomfortable with the number of questions.

“Girl, I still have no idea what you’re talking about. Are you sure one of your experiments didn’t damage your head?”

Twilight scowled, offended.

“Damage my head?!” she retorted, feeling her anger rising again. “I’m not falling for your evil tricks, Sombra! This is clearly some sort of deception to trap me!”

King Sombra looked at her with a mix of confusion and pity and sighed deeply.

“By the shadow of my cloak, poor pony,” he murmured to himself. “It seems she’s gone crazy. Celestia should consider getting another student... one who doesn’t make up stories about defeats that never happened.”

Twilight glared at him, but deep down, a small doubt began to take root. If King Sombra was acting, he was doing it too well... or did he really know nothing? What happened? Did he lose his memory? Even if he did, it didn’t excuse the crimes he committed against the Crystal Empire. Wait, did he say he was the king of the Empire?

“Did you do something to Princess Cadance again?!” Twilight exclaimed.

“What? Princess Cadance? Who’s that?” he asked, tilting his head a bit, confused.

As they stared at each other, one trying to find answers and the other seeking some sense in the situation, the mystery of how and why they were together began to weigh even more heavily in the air, turning what should have been an ordinary day in Ponyville into the start of a coexistence neither of them could have anticipated.

Suddenly, King Sombra narrowed his eyes and moved closer to Twilight, studying her more closely.

His dark eyes focused on something he hadn’t noticed before: Twilight’s wings, nervously folded at her sides.

“Wait a moment...” he said, almost in a whisper, as he approached even more, enough for Twilight to instinctively back away. “And those?” he pointed with his gaze at her wings. “You didn’t have those the last time we met, did you?”

Twilight, surprised by King Sombra’s sudden attention to her wings, blinked in confusion.

“My wings?” Twilight repeated, still on guard. “No, I didn’t have them... Wait, did you say ‘since the last time we met’?”

“Yes, of course,” replied King Sombra, with a feigned expression of impatience. “We met last week at the annual leaders’ meeting. You were with Celestia and Luna, probably as part of your training... or something. Don’t tell me you also forgot that?”

Twilight looked at him incredulously, her mind struggling to process what she had just heard.

“Annual meeting...?—” she repeated slowly. “That doesn’t make sense! The last time we met was when we... defeated you!”

King Sombra shrugged, as if the conversation was merely a minor inconvenience in his day.

“Well, there you go again. It’s not my problem if you practice your magic, but if you brought me this far, you’re keeping me from doing my duties as sovereign of the Crystal Empire,” he said seriously, dropping the jokes despite being more than confused by the situation.

Twilight looked at him, astonished by the seriousness in his voice.

“Duties as sovereign?” she repeated, with a mix of incredulity and sarcasm. “Please, spare me your delusions. The Crystal Empire was freed and restored a long time ago. You have nothing to do with it now. You won’t be able to rule it even in your wildest dreams.”

King Sombra looked at her intently, clearly confused but trying to maintain his composure.

“Stop joking around, Sparkle,” he said with a tone that tried to be authoritative. “I am the King of the Crystal Empire. Even if it seems like I disagree with your claims, I’m not here to play.”

Twilight let out a dry laugh, crossing her forelegs.

“Oh, sure! The King of the Crystal Empire? Really? Don’t you remember that you were defeated a long time ago by the Crystal Heart? Or do you want to have tea and talk about it?” Twilight said, already fed up. She didn’t know if he was pretending or not.

King Sombra scratched his head, clearly frustrated.

“Look, Sparkle, I don’t know what got into your head with your magic, but I didn’t plan on coming back to a rainbow castle,” he said with a grimace. “I just woke up in the middle of a purple cloud and now I’m here, trying to figure out what the hell happened. And yes, I could use a cup of tea.”

“Do you really think I’ll fall for that? Stop pretending, you’ll never rule Equestria!” Twilight exclaimed, somewhat frustrated.

King Sombra raised an eyebrow, visibly confused but trying to keep his composure.

“Ruling? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sparkle. I am the King of the Crystal Empire, that’s a fact. And as for this ‘Equestria’”—he stopped, his expression showing uncertainty—“Why do you call it that?”

Twilight looked at him, incredulous.

“What? It’s always been Equestria!”

King Sombra frowned, more bewildered than ever.

“Equestria?” he repeated slowly. “The last time I was aware, it was called Aularis.”

“What?” Twilight asked, even more confused.

“What?” he repeated, equally disoriented.

Chapter 2

Worlds Apart

“What do you mean by alternative universes?” asked King Sombra, looking at her with the skepticism of someone who has just heard the most absurd theory since the “pretend everything is fine” of life.

Both of them were tired of arguing. Twilight was at one end of the room, while King Sombra was at the other, separated as if they were two peculiar creatures in a zoo.

“It’s the only possible explanation,” Twilight said, with the air of someone who has been solving a puzzle with pieces that clearly don’t fit. “Our stories don’t match. You don’t seem to be lying, and...” she sighed wearily, as if she had just run a marathon. “Aularis...,” Twilight murmured, trying to process the information with difficulty. “That... that doesn’t make sense. Equestria has always been Equestria. How could you...

Twilight fell silent, staring at King Sombra as if she expected him, by some magical means, to fix the reality puzzle that had just become completely confusing.

King Sombra, frowning with disbelief, seemed to be struggling to accept the explanation.

“What do you mean my reality is different? My place is in the Crystal Empire, protecting my people. I shouldn’t be here, in an... alternate universe?”

Twilight, surprised by King Sombra’s genuinely bewildered reaction, tried to understand what he was saying.

“This...,” Twilight said, more to herself than to King Sombra. “Something very strange is happening. The spell was supposed to reveal the true essence of something or someone, but you... you’re talking about a world and a role that don’t fit with the reality I know.”

King Sombra approached Twilight, his tone full of urgency.

“This can’t be!” he exclaimed. “I have a kingdom to protect, responsibilities to fulfill. I can’t stay here, trapped in a rainbow castle with... ponies? I need to get back, and I need to do it now. Help me.”

Twilight looked at King Sombra, noticing the desperation in his eyes. Despite her knowledge of him, the contrast with the evil tyrant she knew was striking. It seemed she was seeing a more vulnerable version of him, someone genuinely concerned about his duties and his people.

“Help you?” Twilight replied, still skeptical. “Even if you’re not the same King Sombra we know, I can’t fully trust you. You’re a stranger in my world, and your intentions aren’t clear.”

King Sombra, with an expression of resignation, turned away.

“Fine,” he said, sounding disappointed. “If that’s what you want, I’ll stay here and try to understand this... situation. But don’t expect me not to be frustrated by the lack of options.”

Twilight felt the ground shifting beneath her hooves. The situation was taking an increasingly strange turn, and her knowledge of Equestria’s history seemed not to fit with what King Sombra was saying.

“And what am I supposed to do?” he asked, with a tone of frustration. “I’m here right now because of your mistake, Sparkle.”

“I know...” Twilight said, more to herself. “Something is very wrong here. The spell should have revealed the true essence, but what I’m seeing doesn’t fit with what I know.”

Sombra frowned, trying to comprehend the magnitude of the problem. Twilight took a moment to breathe deeply, trying to regain her composure.

“The spell I tried to perform was designed to reveal the true essence of beings and places,” she explained. “But what I see now doesn’t match what it should be. Maybe there was a problem with the spell, or there could be a dislocation in time or space.”

King Sombra looked at Twilight with a new mix of interest and skepticism.

“Dislocation in time or space?” he asked. “That sounds like something out of a fairy tale. Is it really possible?”

Twilight nodded slowly, still not completely sure, but the fact that King Sombra was willing to consider that possibility gave her a new perspective.

“In theory, yes. High magic spells can have unpredictable effects, and if something went wrong, it could have caused a distortion in reality,” Twilight said. “We need to figure out what happened to understand how to fix it.”

King Sombra nodded, his attitude shifting from confusion to cooperation.

“Alright. If this is a distortion problem, let’s work together to solve it,” he said, his tone now more serious. “We both have a lot to lose if we don’t resolve this situation.”

Twilight looked at him with a mix of distrust and relief. Although she was still not completely sure if King Sombra was being sincere or if he had some hidden agenda, the idea of collaborating seemed to be the best option.

“Alright, we’ll work together. But I warn you, Sombra, if you try anything, I won’t hesitate to stop you,” Twilight said firmly.

King Sombra raised his hooves in a gesture of surrender, showing that he understood the point.

“Got it. Now, where do we start?” he asked, looking around the lab as if searching for a clue about the origin of the problem.

Twilight moved to her workbench, where the remnants of the spell still remained. She picked up a book and began reviewing the notes and calculations she had made.

“We need to investigate the spell itself. See if there was any anomaly in the casting process or if there was any magical interference,” Twilight said. “It might also be necessary to perform an analysis of the residual magic to better understand what happened.”

King Sombra approached, observing the book and papers attentively. Although he was not familiar with the type of magic Twilight was using, he was willing to learn.

“So, how do we proceed?” he asked, trying to be helpful in the situation.

Twilight nodded, organizing her thoughts.

“First, we need to identify if there was any component of the spell that might have caused a distortion,” she said. “From there, we’ll be able to understand how and why reality deviated from what we know.”

Together, Twilight and King Sombra began working, investigating the details of the spell and trying to unravel the mystery of the distortion in reality.

Meanwhile, the ordinary day in Ponyville had turned into a crossroads of magic and mystery, and both knew that solving it wouldn’t be easy.

Chapter 4

A King's Disbelief

“While you’re doing that, could you explain something to me?” King Sombra asked.

Twilight looked up from the book, nodding slowly, curious about what he wanted to know.

“Alright, Sparkle,” King Sombra said, frowning as he crossed his forelegs. “Before we keep going in circles, explain to me—what did my counterpart in your world do to react so badly the first time you saw me?”

Twilight stared at him wide-eyed, as if she was about to delve into a complicated topic. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding.

“Well, in Equestria,” Twilight began, with a tone that mixed seriousness and a slight tremor, “you are King Sombra, and in our world, you’re the leader of an invasion trying to conquer all of Equestria. You’re the main villain in a series of events that nearly destroyed our home. Literally, you are the embodiment of chaos and darkness.”

King Sombra looked at her with a mix of disbelief and astonishment, as if someone had just told him something incredible.

“What?” he exclaimed, letting out an incredulous laugh. “Me, the main villain? That’s… that’s… absurd!”

Twilight nodded, trying to maintain her composure while wondering if she had chosen the worst possible way to describe his counterpart.

“Yes, that’s right,” she said, with a tone trying to be calm despite her evident confusion. “You’re a being of pure evil, with dark powers that almost destroyed everything we love. The first time we saw you, you became a terrifying shadow that nearly wiped everything out.”

King Sombra stood frozen in surprise, his face contorted in a grimace of disbelief. He began pacing back and forth, as if trying to process the fact that he had just discovered he was the evil version in this story.

“Really?” he asked, eyes wide open. “Me, the villain? This is total madness! In my world, I’m a noble and respected ruler. There’s nothing chaotic or dark about me! Well, the name…”

Twilight shrugged, trying to show sympathy that she wasn’t sure was enough to calm King Sombra’s apparent identity crisis.

“Well, that seems to be the big difference between our worlds,” Twilight said. “To us, you’re the personification of everything we don’t want to be. Perhaps in your reality, the concept of ‘villain’ doesn’t apply in the same way.”

King Sombra slumped into a nearby chair, with an expression of resignation and astonishment, as if he had just received news that would change his perception of the universe.

“This is… this is too much,” he murmured. “I don’t know if I’m in a strange dream or if I’m really in the middle of this mess.”

Twilight tried to hold back a smile as she watched King Sombra cope with the news that he was the villain in another world.

The contrast between the seriousness of the situation and King Sombra’s disbelief only made the conversation even more surreal.

“I know,” Twilight said. “Sometimes, the multiverse has a very peculiar sense of humor. Let’s see how we can sort this out before we face more surprises.”

King Sombra nodded slowly, still trying to process the idea that he was the villain in a parallel universe. Although the situation remained bewildering, at least there seemed to be a path toward resolution, and that was what they needed most at that moment.

Twilight looked at King Sombra, frowning as she wondered how it was possible that, despite being in a parallel dimension, he looked exactly like the King Sombra from her own world. The mane, the eyes, the fangs, even the clothes he was wearing. She couldn’t help but notice his attire, which, in her opinion, did nothing to dispel his villainous reputation.

“It’s curious,” Twilight said, looking with a hint of surprise, “but you dress exactly like the King Sombra from our world. It’s like you’re following a manual on ‘How to be a Villain in Fashion.’”

King Sombra raised an eyebrow, clearly offended. He adjusted his cape with a mix of dignity and disdain, making a small pout.

“This is the attire of a king!” he declared with wounded arrogance. “It’s not my fault if I have a style that screams ‘Evil’ rather than ‘benevolent’.”

Twilight couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of King Sombra pouting while defending his wardrobe was too comical.

King Sombra stood frozen in surprise, watching as Twilight laughed. His gaze filled with disbelief as he saw her hiding behind a book she had taken from a nearby shelf.

“So, you know how to laugh?” King Sombra asked, with a mix of astonishment and fascination in his voice.

Twilight, embarrassed and caught in her attempt to hide her laughter, slowly lifted her head from behind the book. Her face was red, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and embarrassment.

“Yes, I guess I do,” she said, trying to look serious as she tried to regain her composure. “But really, your pouts are quite comical.”

King Sombra frowned as he realized that his attempt to maintain dignity had resulted in a source of entertainment for Twilight. His expression shifted to a mix of frustration and resignation but also a hint of amusement.

“Well, at least now I know I can make you laugh,” King Sombra said, with a tone that tried to be serious but was clearly influenced by the humorous situation. “Apparently, I’m the fashion villain in your world.”

Twilight let out one last chuckle while trying to hide her face in the book. Although the situation remained perplexing, at least they had found a moment to share a laugh amid the interdimensional chaos.

“Yes, something like that,” Twilight said, still trying not to laugh. “Now, let’s get back to solving this before our sense of humor is the only thing left.”

They both shared a smile, and as King Sombra tried to regain his dignity, Twilight prepared to tackle the next challenge in their complicated mess.

Chapter 5

Wings and Words

King Sombra raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by Twilight’s wings. He couldn’t take his eyes off how they moved or fluttered every time he approached, a clear sign of the pony’s nervousness.

Twilight, feeling the fixed gaze on her, turned around with a serious expression. Seeing her reaction, King Sombra felt an irresistible urge to keep provoking.

“An alicorn, huh…” he muttered, turning the situation around in his mind. “Are they real? Because, honestly, those things look… how should I put it? Slapped on at the last minute.”

Twilight huffed, offended.

“These wings are the symbol of my ascension as the Princess of Friendship. They’re not mere ‘extensions!’” she retorted, spreading her wings with pride.

King Sombra took a step back, placing a hoof on his chin, pretending to be thoughtful.

“Princess of Friendship, huh?” he murmured, trying not to laugh. “I didn’t know there was a crown for that. Is it made of papier-mâché?”

Twilight glared at him, and King Sombra let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing. The situation was reaching levels that were beginning to frustrate her. Not only did she have to deal with her crown, which she rarely wore, but now this unicorn seemed intent on making her day even more complicated.

“It’s not made of papier-mâché!” she exclaimed, feeling anger start to boil inside her. “It’s a very important title, and it has a deep meaning for all the ponies in Equestria. You can’t just mock it!”

King Sombra let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the situation. It was more fun to tease this Twilight from this world than the one from his own.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sparkle, I didn’t mean to offend Your Majesty, the Princess of Friendship,” he said, giving an exaggerated bow. “I must admit it’s a title that sounds… charmingly harmless. Does it come with any special powers? Like shooting friendship rays?”

Twilight looked at him, now more irritated than ever.

“It’s not that simple!” she protested, trying to maintain her composure. “The magic of friendship is much more powerful than you think. It has saved Equestria more times than I can count!”

King Sombra made a dramatic gesture with a hoof.

“Oh, of course! The fearsome magic of friendship,” he said, pretending to shiver. “I must admit I’m impressed, Sparkle. Out of all the powers in the world, you managed to master… friendship. Does that come with a rainbow cape?”

Twilight snorted, trying not to let frustration get the better of her.

“At least I have friends, something I can’t say about you, Sombra,” she shot back, crossing her forelegs. “Maybe if you had learned something about friendship, you wouldn’t be so… gloomy all the time.”

King Sombra looked at her with a false expression of surprise.

“Friends? Are those the little colorful beings that follow your orders?” he asked sarcastically. “No thanks, Sparkle. Who says I don’t have friends?”

Twilight rolled her eyes, exasperated.

“You know what? I’m not going to argue about this with you,” she said, raising a hoof to stop the conversation. “I need to find a way to get everything back to normal. I don’t have time for your… ‘jokes.’”

King Sombra smiled smugly.

“Oh, Sparkle,” King Sombra said with a mocking tone, leaning toward her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Who told you this isn’t normal? After all, if I’m really here, who’s to say your perception isn’t a little… distorted?”

He gave her a suggestive smile, his dark eyes sparkling with a mix of disdain and amusement.

“Maybe you’re the one dreaming, or maybe… just maybe… you’ve been living in your own altered version of reality. What do you think, Twilight?”

Twilight stared at him, noticing how her face slightly flushed at King Sombra’s unexpected proximity. Although she knew she shouldn’t trust him, King Sombra’s attitude made her doubt for a moment.

“Uh, get closer and I’ll…” she finally said with a resigned sigh. “Alright. But if you’re going to stay here, at least try not to cause any trouble. And stay away from my books… especially the restricted section.”

King Sombra smiled broadly.

“Don’t worry, Sparkle,” King Sombra said with a suggestive grin. “I’m only interested in the section on curses and dark enchantments. You can keep your rainbow and unicorn books. Although, if you ever tire of ‘friendship,’ I can always teach you something much more… interesting.”

Twilight blushed, irritated, and turned away with a frustrated gesture.

“I don’t need your lessons, Sombra!” she shouted, heading for the door. “I have more important things to do… like figuring out how to get you out of here before you start redecorating my castle with… with… shadows!”

King Sombra watched her leave, amused.

“Suit yourself, Sparkle. I’ll be in the library… trying not to read anything too adorable!” he shouted, laughing to himself.

Twilight quickened her pace, muttering to herself as she walked away.

“This is a disaster… a disaster…”

Chapter 6

Midnight Mockery

Night had finally fallen over Ponyville. The day had been a whirlwind of chaos: a magical accident, the presence of a being from another dimension, and endless hours spent locked in the library.

After such an unusual day, the veil of night brought a welcome respite, and now the day—definitely anything but normal—was coming to an end.

“Do I really have to sleep here?” King Sombra said with an incredulous expression as he looked at the drab armchair in the corner of the library. “Such a big castle, many rooms, and you give me an old armchair? I’m not one to complain, but this is just ridiculous.”

Twilight averted her gaze, trying to ignore King Sombra’s dramatic tone as she continued to flip through a book with an obsessive focus.

“I need to keep an eye on you,” she responded without looking up from her book. “Anyway, we’re not leaving this library until we find a solution.”

King Sombra raised an eyebrow, looking at Twilight with a mix of astonishment and amusement. His lips curved into a mocking smile as he crossed his arms.

“Well, it seems you’re dying to be alone with me,” he said, leaning toward her with a playful glint in his eyes. “Don’t you think this is starting to look like a… rather intimate situation?”

Twilight blinked, suddenly looking up. Her expression changed from surprise to a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

“That has nothing to do with what you’re thinking!” she exclaimed, trying to maintain her composure as her face turned red. “I’m just doing my job and making sure you don’t cause trouble. Don’t get any ideas!”

King Sombra laughed, clearly entertained by Twilight’s reaction. He dramatically reclined in the armchair as if he were in a scene from a play.

“Oh, of course, of course,” he said in a playful tone. “It’s so charming to see you trying to maintain a professional distance while I’m here, trying to adapt to this… unexpected hospitality.”

Twilight, now a bit flushed, tried to refocus on her book but couldn’t help casting occasional glances at King Sombra, who seemed to hate every second of their little game.

“Come on, Twilight,” King Sombra continued, stretching as if preparing for a long night. “Don’t you find it a bit… uncomfortable being so close to an ‘evil tyrant’ like me? Surely this armchair isn’t so bad after all.”

Sombra settled into the armchair with an exaggerated sigh, stretching his limbs as if he were the king of an improvised throne. Then, leaning forward with a calculated innocent expression, he said in a seductive tone:

“Couldn’t you comfort me? I’m in an unfamiliar place, with no one to rely on…”

Before he could continue with his dramatic rhetoric, Twilight looked at him with a mix of surprise and exasperation.

Without a word, she levitated an old, worn-out pillow with her magic, which floated in the air with a purple glow before being tossed directly into King Sombra’s face.

“Take that!” Twilight said with a triumphant smile. “To match the armchair.”

The pillow hit King Sombra with a muffled thud, and he was left with his head covered for a moment, unable to suppress a contained laugh. When he finally removed the pillow from his face, he looked at Twilight with a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Is this the kind of comfort you offer in Ponyville?” he exclaimed, shaking the pillow with an air of indignation.

Twilight, still smiling, returned to her books, trying to maintain a professional appearance as King Sombra settled with the pillow in the armchair.

“Don’t expect luxuries here, Sombra,” she said, unable to hide her amusement. “If you want anything more, you’ll have to earn it.”

King Sombra reclined back in the armchair, this time with the pillow under his head as if it were a luxurious cushion, and let out a soft laugh.

“Well, well!” he said with a satisfied tone. “At least I have a comfortable place to spend the night… even if it is with style.”

The tension had eased, at least for a moment, and work continued with a renewed sense of camaraderie between the two.

Sombra, observing Twilight immersed in her books at that late hour, couldn’t help but make a comment.

“Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” he asked with a mix of curiosity and tiredness, as he adjusted himself in his uncomfortable chair.

Twilight looked up from her reading and gave him a tired but determined glance.

“No, I’m used to this,” she said with a sigh. “Besides, if I don’t find the solution in these books, I’ll have to ask someone else for help. And I’d rather avoid that if possible.”

Sombra, still with a look of surprise on his face, settled into his corner, knowing that the night would be long and that the fate of his return home depended on the Alicorn's hard work.

Finally, with a last sigh of resignation, King Sombra curled up in the armchair, trying to find a more comfortable position. Within minutes, the weight of the day and the monotony of the surroundings lulled him into a deep sleep.

Despite the discomfort of his seat and the chaos he had experienced, King Sombra finally gave in to rest.

Twilight, immersed in her reading, glanced at Sombra. Although she couldn’t deny that she was exhausted, she saw the king asleep and, with a slight sigh of relief, continued her research, at least until sleep began to claim her as well.

Chapter 7

Twilight’s Dilemma

King Sombra wandered through the Castle of Friendship with a mix of curiosity and boredom. It was the second day he was there, but he had nothing left to see except the alicorn.

His eyes landed on Twilight, who was surrounded by a precarious mountain of books, each one taller than the last. Finally, with a sigh of frustration, he turned toward her.

“Hey, can I go for a walk? I’m getting bored here, and this place…” he said, stretching a hoof toward the door, “…isn’t exactly exciting.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow, unable to hide her concern. She quickly put down the book she was reading.

“No, you can’t,” she responded firmly.

King Sombra placed a hoof to his forehead in an exaggerated gesture of despair.

“Oh, what a misfortune!” he exclaimed with a touch of sarcasm. “Captive in the Rainbow Castle! Kidnapped to another world by the unyielding Princess Twilight Sparkle! What a cruel fate I’ve been dealt!”

Twilight raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a smile.

“Yes, yes! Quite the drama!” she said sarcastically. “Just stay here and don’t cause any trouble. The ponies would be scared if they saw you around.”

King Sombra frowned, clearly disappointed.

“Really? How bad are the ponies’ social skills in this world?” he murmured, looking around disdainfully.

Twilight let out a nervous laugh, trying to mask her discomfort. It wasn’t so much the ponies but King Sombra’s presence that made her uneasy. She then sighed in relief, glad that at least her friends didn’t have to deal with this awkward situation.

“You’re lucky my friends weren’t here when you showed up,” she said with a tone of relief. “Each one is on a mission assigned by the Cutie Map. So for now, you’re alone with me.”

King Sombra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. The words “alone with me” made him lift an eyebrow, but he understood that Twilight was referring to the current situation. With a small sigh of relief, he relaxed a bit.

“Mission? Cutie Map? What kind of system do you have here for assigning tasks?”

Twilight looked at him with a mix of exasperation and pride.

“It’s a magical artifact that assigns missions based on the needs of Equestria. In other words, each of my friends is busy doing important things to help others. And you, of course, are not on the list.”

King Sombra crossed his front legs and gave her an interested look, a playful smile on his lips.

“Well, it seems I’m here at quite a dull time. Can’t you help me find something to do? Maybe something that will keep me… entertained.”

He moved a little closer to Twilight, his dark eyes filled with a seductive glint.

“I’m not saying you need to do it right now, but there are always interesting ways to pass the time. What do you think, Sparkle? Do you have any suggestions for a ‘hobby’ while I’m here?”

Twilight, taken aback by the insinuation, blushed slightly and turned away, trying to maintain her composure.

“No, I’m not offering you anything like that!” she said quickly. “Just stay put and don’t cause trouble. I don’t need more problems today!”

King Sombra moved a little closer to Twilight, his playful smile still present.

“You know,” he began in an intrigued tone, “truth be told, you resemble the Twilight I know a bit. Although, I’d dare say you’re a bit different.”

Twilight, hearing that, furrowed her brow.

“Oh, really? How was that Twilight?” she asked, genuinely interested.

King Sombra made a face, his smile fading for a moment.

“Oh, she’s a much more… unpleasant version,” he replied disdainfully. “Always so annoying, always trying to be the best at everything, the perfect student,” he said with contempt. “Although, in your case, it seems you’ve taken an even more tedious turn.”

Twilight, hearing the comment, frowned even more, feeling a mix of indignation and curiosity.

“Really? You didn’t seem to like her much,” she retorted. “But from what I see, you’re not exactly the king of ‘good taste’ when it comes to company.”

King Sombra moved a little closer to her, his eyes glinting seductively. He leaned in slightly, bringing his face closer to Twilight’s.

“Oh, Sparkle, when it comes to company…” he whispered suggestively, “I’d say I’m the best at certain ‘matters’.”

His warm breath brushed Twilight’s cheek, causing her to blush and take a step back instinctively.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he continued with a mischievous smile. “If you ever get bored of your magical experiments or your… rainbow books, you can always count on me for a more… stimulating experience.”

Twilight blushed even more, her mind racing as she tried to maintain her composure. She turned around abruptly, trying to hide her growing discomfort.

“I don’t know what you’re implying, but don’t even think about it!” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Just stay in the library and don’t cause more problems. I have enough things to think about without dealing with you!”

King Sombra crossed his legs, looking at Twilight with a look of feigned resignation.

“What else am I supposed to do? You won’t even let me help,” he said with a disappointed grimace.

Twilight, with a mix of seriousness and caution, responded:

“It’s not that I don’t want you to help, but… I still don’t fully trust you.”

Sombra raised an eyebrow, clearly disappointed. With a sigh that combined frustration and acceptance, he turned away.

“As you say, Sparkle,” he responded, almost resignedly. “Although, I can’t promise I won’t find ways to entertain myself.”

Twilight quickly walked away, trying to regain her composure while King Sombra settled with a look of complete tranquility. And so the day went on.

Chapter 8

Unexpected Connections

Twilight sat in the library, surrounded by books and scattered notes across the table. Despite her deep immersion in the search for a solution to the dimensional rift, a feeling of guilt enveloped her.

She realized that although King Sombra hadn't done anything wrong since his arrival, she still harbored a constant distrust toward him.

Determined to clear her mind, she got up from her seat and walked into the hallway. What she found there was unexpected: King Sombra stood in front of a set of windows, with the light streaming in from outside casting a kaleidoscope of colors upon him, making his red eyes shine like freshly polished rubies.

Twilight was momentarily mesmerized, observing how the light reflected off King Sombra’s face, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts and the image before her that she didn’t realize King Sombra had noticed her presence.

“Sparkle…” King Sombra said, breaking the spell of the scene.

Twilight approached, still absorbed in the windows. The glass was decorated with images of her friends in various heroic scenes.

“Are these your friends?” King Sombra asked, noticing the nostalgic expression on Twilight’s face.

She nodded, a touch of melancholy in her voice.

“Yes, they are. They are very special to me,” Twilight replied, feeling a pang of nostalgia as she looked at the images.

King Sombra regarded her with interest, his face showing an expression that wavered between curiosity and understanding.

Silence settled in, and Twilight, feeling uncomfortable, decided to break it.

“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “I’m sorry for not trusting you from the beginning. I know I have my reasons, but it’s not fair that I treated you this way when you haven’t done anything wrong.”

King Sombra looked at her with surprise, then lowered his head slightly, as if evaluating whether the apology was genuine or a trick.

“It’s alright,” he said in a serene tone. “It’s not the first time I’ve been suspected. I haven’t always been… good. There was a time when power nearly consumed me, but I found the right path.”

Twilight looked at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. She hadn’t expected such a sincere confession from King Sombra.

“It’s hard to believe,” Twilight admitted.

Silence fell again after Twilight’s words, until Sombra unexpectedly burst into a laugh that startled her.

“What?” Twilight asked, looking at King Sombra in surprise.

“Well, I’m not surprised you find it hard to believe,” he said, smiling. “But I appreciate your honesty, at least.”

“Friends, then?” she asked, with a small smile, a bit of nervousness still present in her voice.

Sombra looked at her, surprised by the sincerity in her words. His expression softened, and for the first time in a long while, a genuine smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, friends,” he responded, with a warm tone.

Twilight smiled, feeling a mix of relief.

“Wow, and here I thought you just needed a good pillow,” Twilight said with a smile.

Sombra laughed lightly, a mix of gruff and amused.

“A good pillow? Any pillow would be better than the one you gave me.”

Twilight leaned a bit forward, observing Sombra’s amused expression.

“Isn’t that a bit dramatic?” Twilight asked with a teasing smile. “It’s just an old pillow.”

Sombra moved a little closer to her, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, at least it was better than sleeping on the floor,” he said, glancing back at the window with a playful tone.

He leaned a bit closer to Twilight, his presence growing increasingly near, and said in a voice brimming with suggestion:

“So, what do you think? Would you like to be my pillow?”

Twilight blushed intensely, surprised by the direct insinuation. For a moment, she was speechless, her mind trying to process the question as she turned her gaze toward the window, avoiding eye contact.

Sombra didn’t expect this reaction. He also blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed for crossing the line. He looked back at the window, trying to divert attention from the awkward moment.

Silence settled between them, both observing the landscape through the window. The filtered light created a play of colors that illuminated their faces, giving the moment a sense of calm and unexpected tension.

“Well, there’s not much to do with an old pillow,” Twilight said, trying to regain her composure. “But, anyway! Maybe… maybe I’ve found something in one of the books. I need to go back and review the notes.”

She turned around hurriedly but, in her haste, tripped over the velvet on the floor, stumbling.

“Uh… I’m fine!” she exclaimed, trying to stay calm as she got up and hurried out the door.

Sombra stood there, watching her with an amused smile as she walked away. When Twilight finally disappeared from view, he couldn’t help but murmur to himself:

“She's cute.”

Then, he turned back to the window, his face illuminated by the filtered light, enjoying the peaceful moment.

Chapter 9

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Chapter 10

Author's Note

"Hello there! 😊 I want to let you know that I am not a native English speaker; I'm using a web translator. If you come across any errors in the stories, whether grammatical or otherwise, I apologize in advance! 🙏"

Chapter 10

Pillow Talks

Another night here meant another day without finding a solution. However, Sombra didn’t see it as so bad; this was the first rest he had had in centuries.

Retirement wasn’t treating him too badly. Besides, he was surrounded by "luxuries": a creaky armchair that groaned dangerously every time he sat down, as if his weight was too much, a rustic pillow with more holes than a ventilation net, and a lady who wouldn’t let him sleep all night. He had it all!

“Sparkle… could you… please turn off the lights?” he said wearily, with deep bags under his eyes. The truth was, the lady wasn’t letting him sleep, and he was right.

In these two days, he hadn’t seen Twilight sleep a wink. “Does she ever sleep?” he wondered.

“Just a bit longer, I might have found something. This book has something weird...,” Twilight said, completely absorbed in her reading.

“Good for you, but we—” he said before using his magic to take the book from Twilight’s hooves. “—all need to sleep…”

Twilight sighed and looked at him with a mix of resignation and exhaustion.

“By ‘we,’ you mean you, right?” she asked, not very convinced by his protest.

Sombra placed the book on a high shelf out of Twilight’s reach and then got up from the armchair, stretching with a grace that seemed almost feline. He approached her with a playful smile on his face.

“Twilight, a beauty must sleep well…” he began, and Twilight felt a warmth rise to her cheeks, misinterpreting his words and thinking he was referring to her. But before she could react, he continued, “Well, and you should sleep too. Of course, without prejudice to the appearance.”

Twilight stared at him for a second, both confused and embarrassed, while Sombra looked at her with that same mischievous smile.

“What?!” she exclaimed, her voice a bit louder than she intended.

Sombra looked at her for a moment, unable to suppress a soft laugh that turned into a cheerful chuckle. His laughter echoed through the library, mingling with the sound of the book pages flipping.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said between laughs. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just joking.”

Twilight, still blushing and with an expression of indignation, turned her back to him. Sombra’s laughter made her feel even more uncomfortable, and she hurried to her corner without saying another word.

Sombra, still laughing, went back to his armchair. He settled into it, sighing relaxedly while watching her from a distance.

“So, Sparkle, where do you sleep?” he asked, trying to sound casual. The curiosity in his voice was evident.

Twilight, hearing the question, tensed slightly. She looked at Sombra with an evasive expression, trying to avoid the topic.

“Oh, you know,” she said quickly, “I have my things. It’s nothing important.”

Sombra frowned, noticing the evasion in her response. It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand what it meant to stay awake for so long, but the way Twilight avoided the question seemed a bit concerning.

“Haven’t you slept?” he asked, his tone a little more serious now.

Twilight turned back to her book, trying to focus on the words to avoid Sombra’s inquisitive gaze.

“No, it’s not that,” she murmured. “I just… haven’t found anything useful yet, and I don’t want to waste time.”

Sombra leaned forward, a mix of concern and curiosity on his face. What could he do? He had decided not to cross the line, but after hearing Twilight, he slowly got up from his armchair, stretching his limbs with a weary grimace. Then, looking at Twilight with a mixture of curiosity and mischievous malice, he asked:

“So, where will you sleep?”

Twilight looked up and answered without thinking much:

“In my room, of course.”

Sombra raised an eyebrow, smiling mockingly.

“Oh, really? Wasn’t I supposed to be under your constant surveillance?” he said, his voice laden with amusement.

Twilight blushed, not knowing how to respond. Her annoyed expression was almost comical.
“If necessary, I’ll bring a bed here,” she said firmly, though there was a hint of irritation in her tone.

Sombra laughed softly, appreciating Twilight’s reaction.

“It won’t be necessary,” he said, rising from the armchair and moving a bit to the side. “You could sleep here.”

He gestured towards the space next to the armchair, as if inviting Twilight to come closer. Twilight stood stunned by the gesture and blushed, her mind racing at the unexpected invitation.

Sombra noticed her reaction and, seeing her blush more, quickly became nervous. He straightened up and raised his hooves in a gesture of surrender.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything weird,” he clarified quickly. “I just thought we could share the space in a… more comfortable way.”

Twilight, still blushing and bewildered, took a quick step back, trying to regain her composure. Her heart started racing; sharing a space with him? She wouldn’t survive the discomfort.

“Oh, um…” she stammered. “Okay, then. I’ll be back to get… another pillow!”

She hurried away, her face as red as an apple, as she tried to hide her agitation.

Sombra laughed softly as Twilight hurried away, his laughter resonating in the library. The situation had taken an unexpected turn, and now he found himself in a dilemma. He had never shared a bed—or in this case, an armchair—with another pony before. Although he wouldn’t admit it easily, he was nervous.

He finally sighed. Well, if they were going to do this, the only thing they had to do was sleep. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all, and if he thought about it, the company wasn’t so unpleasant.

A short time later, Twilight returned with a pillow and a blanket. She approached the armchair where Sombra was sitting, stopped there, as if waiting for permission from her companion to settle beside him. Sombra looked at her, noticing she seemed cute, a bit flushed, and avoiding his gaze.

“Alright, let’s do this,” he said decisively.

Twilight’s expression turned into an enigma of confusion. Do what? What do two adult ponies do together on an armchair? She blushed intensely, as if her retinas were about to tremble. Sombra looked at her, confused, until he realized what he had said and quickly corrected himself.

“S-Sleep! I mean, let’s go to sleep…” he said almost in a rush, with a stammering excuse. “No, don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything weird. I just… thought it would be good to relieve the tension…”

Sombra’s nervousness was palpable as he tried to reassure her. Twilight, although still a bit flushed, managed to catch her breath and, with a somewhat awkward gesture, moved closer to the armchair.

“Okay,” she said with a trembling voice. “Thank you for the… offer.”

They both settled into the armchair.

Chapter 11

Rest and Ruin

There was a moment of comfortable silence as they both settled more into the armchair. Sombra, noticing that Twilight still seemed somewhat tense, decided to break the ice.

“Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself?” Sombra asked, his eyes returning to the images on the windowpane that were now visible again. “Tell me about your friends.”

Twilight turned toward him, noticing how close they were. She regretted giving Sombra such a small, unattractive armchair. She feared that if she got any closer, he might hear her heart pounding and think she was a weirdo.

“Well, they are... they are amazing,” Twilight said, smiling as she thought about her friends and wondered how they were doing on their respective missions.

Sombra felt strange hearing the enthusiasm in Twilight’s voice. The way she spoke about her friends made him wish that she would talk about him that way as well. However, he knew that was not possible; all he had heard since his arrival was the negative image others had of him.

“Oh, and there’s Spike too,” Twilight continued.

Sombra was startled. A male name? Did Twilight have contact with the opposite sex? Suddenly, he felt a strong curiosity to learn more about him. He tried to remain calm so as not to seem strange; he didn’t want Twilight to think he was a crazy creep, despite his other self already having that reputation.

“S-Spike?” he repeated, forcing a smile that seemed more false than the kindness in his heart. “Is he a friend of yours?” he asked, hoping the answer would be negative, though he couldn’t help his curiosity.

“Yes, he’s my friend, my little helper, my little dragon,” Twilight continued with a smile; Spike had been away in the land of dragons for a few days.

“A dragon? Really?” Sombra said, sighing with relief as he masked his happiness.

“Does the other Twilight not have a Spike?” Twilight asked with curiosity.

“Not that I’ve seen…” Sombra replied, reminiscing about his world of origin.

Twilight felt somewhat uncomfortable, looked away, and made a face as if she wanted to ask something but wasn’t sure how to phrase it. Finally, she gathered the courage and asked.

“Were you... close to the other Twilight?” she asked almost in a whisper, though Sombra heard her clearly.

“Well... not really,” he replied, wondering why Twilight was so curious. “I only saw her occasionally, and every time I did… it was strange.”

“Strange?” Twilight asked, eager to learn more details, clearly intrigued.

Sombra thought for a moment and then sighed.

“Yes... sometimes she acted in quite... unsettling ways. Well, everyone has their flaws, but sometimes our gazes would meet, and it was... weird,” Sombra said, recalling those eyes and that expression his mind seemed to constantly try to block out.

Lost in his thoughts, he felt something warm resting against him. Twilight had fallen asleep; she might not have even heard his last words. Perhaps that was for the best.

Sombra smiled, amazed at how adorable Twilight looked asleep. At that moment, he thought she was even more charming when she was calm than when she scolded him. Although teasing her was usually a fun game, there was nothing like seeing that serene expression on her face.

He gently stroked her head, resting his own on hers.

“Rest, little princess,” he murmured tenderly before falling asleep beside her.

“Spike!” The voice rang out in the room, charged with frantic excitement.

The sound reached Spike’s ears as he was in his usual corner, watching attentively. He woke from his resting state and moved on all fours toward the source of the call.

The room was in complete disarray, with books and jars scattered everywhere. Torn and shredded papers lay on the floor, as if dragged in a fit of anxiety.

Spike carefully advanced to avoid stepping on the papers, knowing that Twilight hated it when the documentation got damaged. She had a tendency to hit him when things didn’t turn out the way she wanted

Amidst the confusion, there was an unsettling energy in the air. He swallowed hard as he approached, feeling the weight of the tension.

“I’m here,” Spike said, approaching her with his tail between his legs and a touch of nervousness. “Twilight.”

Twilight turned to him, her eyes glowing with a disturbing intensity. Those eyes, those eyes were not normal.

“Spikey, the boring king is hiding from me!” Twilight said, her manic laughter escaping in loud, uncontrolled cackles that echoed through the room.

Spike, confused, frowned as he watched Twilight with growing concern. Though trembling with nerves, he tried to stay calm; he knew she didn’t like weakness.

“T-The boring king?” he asked nervously, his voice trembling.

Twilight leaned toward him, her eyes shining with an uncontrolled and obsessive intensity.

“Yes! It’s a game! A game to keep me entertained! We’re playing hide and seek!” she said, her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and frenzy. “I can’t let anything break my perfection!”

Spike, feeling increasingly uncomfortable, took a slight step back, unsure how to handle the growing madness emanating from his owner.

Meanwhile, Twilight continued to search frantically among her papers and formulas, her uncontrolled laughter resonating through the room. She was completely immersed in the intensity of her obsession, as if the world around her had ceased to exist.

“I’ll find you, Sombra,” she murmured with a disturbing mix of tenderness and determination, her voice laden with a manic promise.

Chapter 12

A Book’s Truth

“Wait, are you telling me that your brother married the current ruler of the Crystal Empire in this world?” Sombra asked, clearly confused, as if the idea was hard to grasp. “So, is he the consort king? Or how does it all work here?”

Twilight couldn’t help but laugh at his confusion; it was amusing to see him struggle to understand. He had been in this state since she told him about her brother in the morning. She had slept so deeply that she hadn’t even noticed when she fell asleep last night.

She regretted that this moment was perfect for getting more details about Sombra’s world, and just when she was about to reach the best part—her other self—she had to fall asleep. Why did that have to happen? Plus, they had woken up hugging each other that morning. Had she drooled on him? She hoped not!

Twilight tried to compose herself and responded with a playful smile.

“Yes, exactly. My brother married the ruler of the Crystal Empire, and yes, he is the consort king. Although, in reality, that title doesn’t grant him much power in the administration of the empire; he’s simply the husband of the ruler. He supports Cadance as much as he can, but she remains the primary leader.”

Sombra frowned, still trying to process the information.

“That’s… complicated,” he said, shaking his head. “So, in your world, real authority mainly rests with the ruler, while the consort king has a more ceremonial role.”

Sombra wasn’t particularly interested in this; he knew that becuase the situation was similar in his world, though Twilight didn’t have to know that.

What really troubled him was what had happened that morning. How had he ended up hugging her while sleeping, and even sharing a bed with her?! They weren’t even engaged!

He had never been interested in any mare before; he even believed he was incapable of love. He had planned to be a single king until the empire turned to dust. Marriage wasn’t in his plans.

But something had changed yesterday. He felt a small click inside, something he needed to hide as quickly as possible. It was completely unnecessary.

Twilight was reading the book that the king had confiscated the night before so she could rest. The book extensively covered the theory of distortion and space-time displacement, but it was only that: theory.

It contained no spells or practices that could validate what she was reading. Sometimes, she found words she didn’t understand or that seemed not to exist in any known language. Could they be in an ancient language?

She had no idea how her simple experiment had affected the space-time flow. It made no sense! But Sombra was here, and that was a fact.

Therefore, she needed to solve it. However, despite her exhaustive reading, the book offered no concrete evidence.

“Ugh…” Twilight sighed heavily, drawing Sombra’s attention.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Do you need me to do anything?”

Twilight looked at him, not wanting to confess that she hadn’t found anything. She had already reviewed every book in the library and didn’t want to seem defeated. She simply averted her gaze a little.

“A bit of water would be nice…” she said finally.

Sombra nodded and left the library to get the water.

Twilight gave a small smile. She never thought she’d see the day when such a prominent figure would bring her a glass of water.

“Now, what are we going to do?” she said, as she again held the book closed.

She stood up to return the book to the shelf from which she had taken it. But as she placed the book and turned around, it fell back to the floor and opened.

“But what…” Twilight approached to pick it up. When she glanced at the pages, she noticed that the letters seemed to be shifting.

“A book with magical displacement?” Twilight murmured.

Books with magical displacement were a kind of protection to safeguard high-level spells. The letters would always change and shift, preventing the correct spell from being performed. But how was the book reacting to her? Was it reacting to her magic? Or her emotions?

The letters began to form clear and readable sentences, creating understandable statements. Twilight read quickly, fearing the words would shift again.

“Interdimensional rifts… spatial magic… damage to the space-time flow…” she continued reading rapidly, her mind absorbing each word. Eureka! She found a spell to return a being to their original dimension.

Finally, although it didn’t explain how her experiment had brought King Sombra here, at least there was a way to send him back!

“Send him back…” Twilight murmured, realizing that by doing so, she would probably never see him again.

She searched the book for any pages indicating if it was possible to make frequent dimensional travels. However, the book, as if sensing her emotional imbalance, reactivated its displacement magic.

“No, no!” Twilight exclaimed, frustrated. She could no longer understand what the book was saying. She didn’t know if there was a way to allow him to return someday, even if she sent him back.

“Wait… why would I want him to come back?” Twilight murmured, realizing that her goal was to send him to his world, right? So, why was she so concerned about whether he could come back?

The sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. Sombra was already in the hallway near the library door. In a state of panic, she wondered what she would say: Good news? Bad news? She looked one way and then the other, unsure of what to do. She remembered there was a small hatch behind that shelf, so she quickly hid the book and…

“Sparkle?” King Sombra asked as he entered the library and didn’t find Twilight. “Where are you? I brought your water.”

Twilight emerged from behind one of the shelves.

“S-Sombra! I was just… you know, reading…” she excused herself. Why was she doing this? She should just tell him she had found the solution to all their problems.

“Reading? Again? I told you to take a break,” King Sombra said, pouting because the alicorn never listened to him. He placed the water on the table and sat in one of the chairs.

Twilight sat in the other chair, taking the glass of water, but she really couldn’t drink it after what she had discovered. She wanted to tell him about the finding but felt that the moment had passed.

Chapter 13

Quiet Moments

Sombra woke up abruptly, feeling a shiver run through his body. He turned in the armchair and extended a hoof, searching for Twilight beside him, but found only the cold emptiness of the worn-out sheets.

“Sparkle?” he murmured, still groggy. He blinked several times, trying to clear the sleep fog as his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the library. Where could she be at this hour? he wondered, his mind still dazed.

He remembered the last time he saw her, immersed in her books, engrossed in some research late into the night. That last tome on magical distortion hadn’t been very helpful, and he didn’t want Twilight to spend another sleepless night chasing answers in vain. Why was he so concerned about this pony? He didn’t know, but there was something about her that stirred an unexpected need to protect and care for her.

He sat up in bed, scratching his head with his hoof. It wasn’t normal for Twilight to disappear in the middle of the night, and a part of him felt uncomfortably worried.

His red eyes scanned the room, but there was no sign of the purple princess among the bookshelves crammed with books.

“Where the hay has she gone?” he muttered, getting up and stretching. He approached the door to the room and peered into the hallway, which was equally dark and silent.

He decided to investigate. He walked down the hallway with stealthy steps, making a conscious effort not to trip over anything. As he advanced, he thought about all the times he’d seen her buried in some reading at odd hours, but this time she wasn’t buried in an old book.

At the end of the hallway, something caught his attention. A soft silver glow filtered through a partially open door.

Curious, Sombra approached the source of the light and peeked inside. There was Twilight, standing on a balcony, gazing at the night sky. Her eyes were fixed on the stars, and her mane floated lightly with the night breeze. She seemed so focused that Sombra hesitated to interrupt her.

But of course, he couldn’t resist the temptation to make a sudden appearance. After all, what kind of fearsome king would he be if he didn’t know how to approach unnoticed?

With a mischievous smile, he slid up to her, making sure to make no noise. He stopped a couple of steps behind Twilight, enjoying the moment when she was unaware of his presence.

“Sparkle,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence with his deep voice.

Twilight jumped, spinning around quickly with wide eyes.

“Sombra!” she exclaimed, putting a hoof to her chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“It would be a loss for Equestria,” he replied with a sarcastic smile. “But I admit it was fun seeing you jump like that.”

Twilight looked at him with a mix of irritation and amusement, then let out a small laugh, shaking her head.

“You shouldn’t be scaring princesses in the middle of the night,” she said, turning her gaze back to the sky. “I was thinking…”

Sombra moved closer, this time with no intention of surprising her. He stood by her side, watching the stars along with her.

“Thinking about what?” he asked, trying to sound casual, though he felt some curiosity.

Twilight sighed, her expression softening as she kept her gaze fixed on the sky. She couldn’t sleep, consumed by a feeling of guilt that wouldn’t let her be. She hadn’t intended to deceive him, but she had acted impulsively, and now she found herself trapped in the web of her own decision. Was it too late to confess? She needed to sort out her thoughts, find a way to correct what she had done wrong.

“Just about everything that’s happened lately. Sometimes… I need a moment of peace to sort out my thoughts.”

Sombra nodded, understanding more than he’d like to admit. Since he arrived in this place, he had learned to value those moments of tranquility, something that was a rare luxury in his own world, where chaos reigned almost every day. Though he would never openly admit it, he had started to find a strange comfort in this unexpected calm with this princess.

“The night is good for that,” Sombra said finally, surprising himself with the sincerity in his voice.

Twilight glanced at him sideways and then gave a small smile.

“You’re right.” She fell silent for a moment before adding, “Thank you, Sombra, for being here.”

He raised an eyebrow, half incredulous.

“Me? Doing something good? That’s unusual.” He chuckled softly. “It’s the first time you’ve told me that.”

Twilight let out a little laugh.

“Don’t ruin it now,” she said, gently nudging him with her wing.

Sombra let out a small laugh, more sincere than he expected. They resumed watching the sky together in silence, but this time, there was no trace of discomfort, only a peaceful companionship under the stars.

Twilight looked up at the sky, losing herself for a moment among the stars, before turning her gaze back to Sombra with a mix of curiosity and confusion. This unicorn made her feel in a way she hadn’t experienced before; rarely had she met someone she connected with so deeply. Yet, a part of her still doubted, tormented by memories of that dark being, but the contrast between that Sombra and this Sombra became more noticeable with each passing minute.

“Why are you so different?” she asked in a whisper, her soft voice laden with genuine intrigue.

Sombra fell silent, surprised by the question. He knew exactly what she meant, but for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. He had never opened up to anyone like this before, and the idea of sharing his feelings with someone felt strange; after all, who would want to hear the feelings of someone as old and disheveled as him? His mind searched for an appropriate response while uncertainty enveloped him. Finally, a small laugh escaped his lips.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, a spark of amusement in his eyes.

Twilight frowned slightly, not entirely understanding what he meant. Was he evading her question as boldly as always? It was to be expected, with all the quirks of this unicorn and his peculiarities.

Chapter 14

Truths and Trust

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, a spark of amusement in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Twilight inquired, her tone reflecting her confusion.

Sombra fixed his gaze on Twilight, a flicker of something deeper crossing his eyes, but he remained enigmatic, letting the question hang in the air like the stars above them. Of course, he retracted upon remembering the other Twilight from his world.

“Oh, nothing, forget it,” he said with a casual gesture, trying to steer the conversation away.

Twilight watched him closely, determined not to let him off the hook so easily. It was clear now that he was avoiding the question in a rather unsubtle way.

“No, seriously? What were you trying to say?” she pressed, her eyes full of curiosity.

Sombra blinked, choosing his words carefully as he blushed slightly. He knew Twilight wouldn’t let him be until he answered, so he began to ramble, searching for something to say to divert attention.

“Well, it’s just that…” he began, hesitating. “You’re… you’re incredible, Twilight. You always know what to do, you have a kindness and intelligence that… I really haven’t seen in anyone else.”

Twilight was taken aback, unable to believe what she was hearing. She hadn’t expected Sombra to say such things about her, especially when all she had done since his arrival was blame and scold him. Her face flushed, unable to hide her surprise and the emotion she felt.

“You’re brave and generous, and… and you have a way of making life a bit brighter,” Sombra continued, not realizing he was saying much more than he had intended. “And you hit hard, the first time we met. If I hadn’t been on guard, maybe you would have taken me out with that powerful magic…””

As he spoke, his words flowed like a sincere torrent, and although he tried to stop, he couldn’t. His eyes were fixed on Twilight’s, almost lost in her gaze.

“And you’re… you’re…” he said, trying to find the right words as his voice faded into a murmur. “You’re…”

Twilight looked at him with wide eyes, her cheeks even more flushed with emotion. When Sombra finished speaking, she was so stunned that she could barely respond.

“You—You’re a great friend, of course!” Sombra exclaimed, stammering as he realized he had said more than he had intended.

The blush on Sombra’s cheeks was evident, and his awkwardness only added an extra layer of endearment to the moment. However, for Twilight, the word “friend” evoked a deeper reaction.

“Friend?” she asked with a trembling voice, the echo of the word resonating in her ears.

Sombra, still blushing, realized what he had said and tried to regain his composure, though the flush on his cheeks did not disappear.

“Yes, uh, well, I said it because… we’re friends, right?” Sombra stammered, trying to regain control as his mind spun. He wondered why he was acting like a colt in puberty. “Or do you still not trust someone like me?”

Upon hearing this, Twilight shook off her thoughts, questioning why she was reacting this way. She wasn’t a child, and certainly not someone who would distrust him after all they had shared. Setting aside her feeling of unease, she moved a little closer, her gaze filled with longing and tenderness.

“Yes, of course… we’re friends,” Twilight said softly, taking his hoof with a warm smile. “I’m really glad to hear that…”

They sat in silence for a moment, the atmosphere charged with a mix of emotion and nervousness. Sombra questioned whether he had said too much, whether he had made a mistake in expressing his feelings.

Doubt overwhelmed him as he looked at Twilight, whose expression slowly shifted from a mix of surprise to one of determined concentration.

Finally, Twilight regained her usual attitude, the same one she had shown from the first day. With a resolute look, she turned to Sombra and stared at him intently.

“Alright, enough with the evasions,” she said, with the firm and authoritative tone Sombra knew so well. “You still haven’t answered my question. You can’t keep avoiding it forever.”

Sombra relaxed upon seeing Twilight’s familiar demeanor, and a smile spread across his face. The confidence and determination in her eyes immediately reassured him.

“Oh, right, of course,” Sombra said, trying to appear nonchalant, though his smile betrayed his relief. “I hadn’t noticed I was evading the question.”

Twilight looked at him clearly unwilling to let him off so easily. Sombra scratched his neck, trying to hide his amusement as he watched her.

“What can I say?” he continued, attempting to stay serious. “Maybe it’s just that you’re… the only pony capable of making me talk more than I should?”

Twilight raised an eyebrow, clearly dissatisfied with the answer, but Sombra’s small laugh and genuine smile seemed to ease the tension. Eventually, Twilight couldn’t help but smile as well, the atmosphere light and full of camaraderie.

“Better that way!” Twilight exclaimed. “Don’t expect me to give up easily.”

Sombra laughed and nodded, grateful for the familiarity of her behavior.

Sombra began to speak in a halting voice, searching for the right words while avoiding some parts of the story. He had no idea how to be honest with someone without ending up talking too much, and his confusion was evident in his words.

“Yes, well…,” he said, looking at Twilight seriously. “I once became… corrupted by power.”

He paused, searching for words while scratching his neck, clearly uncomfortable. Anxiety gripped him: what if Twilight was disappointed and told him he was just like the King Sombra from this reality? The thought pained him deeply.

“But, when… when I saw that I was hurting the ponies I once cared about, that… that broke me,” he continued, with palpable sincerity.

He stopped again, struggling with his emotions as the memory of his past seemed to weigh on him. His gaze drifted to the floor, as if trying to hide from the confession he had just made.

“I don’t know if… if that’s what you wanted to hear, but… yes, that’s part of who I am now.”

He looked up at Twilight, waiting for a reaction. She looked at him with understanding, her heart touched by his vulnerability. Although his way of speaking was awkward and halting, the sincerity in his words was undeniable.

“I understand,” Twilight said softly, with a warm smile reflecting her empathy. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

Sombra felt an immense relief at her response, the weight of uncertainty lifted by Twilight’s acceptance. Her smile gave him hope, confirming that, despite his mistakes and doubts, there was room for redemption and understanding.

“So, why do you dress so strangely?” Twilight broke the silence with a mischievous smile.

Sombra was surprised and responded with sarcasm:

“Strangely? What’s wrong with dressing elegantly? Maybe it’s your world’s sense of fashion that needs updating,” Sombra said, smiling. “Come on, let’s go inside and get some sleep before you get any more ideas about my style.”

Chapter 15

A Wake-Up Call

Morning arrived, and the soft light of the sun began to filter through the curtains. Twilight woke up first, stretching her body and rubbing her still-sleepy eyes. Upon opening her eyes, she noticed that Sombra was still asleep nearby, curled up in a corner.

He was wrapped in his usual dark robes, but at that moment he seemed completely relaxed, almost vulnerable. His expression, usually serious and enigmatic, was now at peace, with a faint touch of tranquility that Twilight rarely saw.

Twilight got up carefully, trying not to make noise to avoid waking him. She looked at Sombra with a mix of tenderness; the contrast between his usual demeanor and his sleeping appearance was striking. She couldn’t help but smile at seeing the imposing king in such a carefree state.

“Wow, even kings have to sleep,” she murmured to herself as she stretched and prepared for the day ahead.

Twilight stretched slowly, still half asleep, and as she turned to get up from the armchair she had been resting in, she lost her balance slightly. Unintentionally, she stumbled and leaned against the back of the armchair, causing a faint creak.

The noise was enough to wake Sombra. He blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, before his gaze landed on Twilight. With a low sigh, he sat up, while Twilight looked at him with a mixture of apology and slight concern.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Twilight said, a bit embarrassed by her clumsiness.

Sombra looked at her for a moment, still adjusting to waking up, and then gave a small smile.

“Don’t worry,” he replied with a hoarse, sleepy voice. “At least it was an... interesting wake-up call.”

Sombra, still half asleep and somewhat disoriented, looked at her with squinted eyes. With a lazy smile on his face, he murmured:

“It’s not so bad waking up... to the sight of an angel.”

Twilight froze, surprised by his words. Realizing what he had just said, Sombra blinked, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes as a blush began to rise on his cheeks.

“I mean... well, you know... I... uh...” he tried to correct himself awkwardly, aware that his words had come directly from his sleepiest and most sincere thoughts. Now he couldn’t control himself; he wasn’t saying these things just to annoy her but genuinely felt them.

“...You know... because of the wings... and all that...” he added, trying to justify himself as the blush spread across his face.

Twilight felt the heat rising to her cheeks, inevitably blushing at Sombra’s comment. Trying to maintain her composure, she cleared her throat and looked away.

“Uh... well, you should go back to sleep,” she said, trying to sound casual as she hurriedly got up. “I... I’ll go check some books in the back of the library.”

Before Sombra could respond, Twilight had already turned and was walking away, clearly embarrassed. He watched her leave, still feeling the blush on his own face. When he was alone, Sombra let his head drop into his hooves and muttered to himself:

“Ah, damn it... did you really have to open your mouth?”

The blush persisted, and for a moment, the full weight of the awkward situation hit him.

Meanwhile, Twilight leaned against one of the bookshelves, trying to calm the rapid beats of her heart. It was fair to say she had completely fled the situation. Who wouldn’t? Just last night, Sombra had praised her bravery, but here she was, running away like a scared child.

It had all been a little joke, nothing more... or at least that was what she was trying to tell herself. She shouldn’t take it seriously, but the warmth in her face told her otherwise.

“Maybe I...” she murmured to herself, but quickly shook her head. “It can’t be.”

The blush on her face faded a bit, but the weight of the situation remained. She sighed, staring at a fixed point in the library, lost in her thoughts. Finally, she made her way to a particular bookshelf.

Beneath it, hidden by a latch only she knew about, was a trapdoor. With a bit of effort, she lifted the lid and there it was: the book on spatial distortion, which might contain the answer to all of this. She had hidden it impulsively, not entirely sure what had led her to do so.

“I guess it’s time to tell him,” she murmured, resigned. These past days had been wonderful, filled with a strange camaraderie with Sombra, and she knew she shouldn’t feel this way. It was all a problem for him, but... was there really such a rush to go back? She wondered.

“I don’t think it would hurt much if I told him tomorrow, would it?” she said quietly, as if trying to convince herself that delaying the inevitable was a good idea, even though she knew deep down it wasn’t.

She closed the trapdoor again, putting the book back, hesitating for a moment about whether she was doing the right thing. She stood there, contemplating the decision she had made. After a pause, she wondered what difference it would make if he stayed a little longer in her world.

Was it really so bad to delay his departure by one more day? Twilight sighed, knowing she couldn’t keep postponing it forever.

However, what the princess didn’t know was that this seemingly harmless decision would soon trigger a series of events that would complicate things far more than she had imagined.

Chapter 16

Guilty Pleasures

The afternoon had settled with a gentle breeze coming through the dining room windows. They had finally left that grimy library after spending the entire day there.

Twilight and Sombra were seated at a table laden with a variety of snacks: fresh fruits, exquisite breads, and cheeses. The atmosphere was strange, charged with a palpable tension that both were trying to ignore, but for very different reasons.

Despite being surrounded by delicious food, Sombra looked at the snacks with an expression of apprehension. Every bite he attempted seemed to be a battle, as if the food refused to go down his throat. He was embarrassed by what had happened that morning; he had called Twilight “angel,” and although he didn’t regret it, the situation made him uncomfortable. Twilight was, in a way, an angel to him, helping him despite his initial fears.

On her part, Twilight couldn’t swallow anything. She felt guilty for having hidden the book, and the tension between them only heightened her discomfort. Noticing Sombra’s unease, she watched him with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Don’t you like the food?” Twilight asked with a kind smile, trying to break the ice, even though she herself could barely eat.

Sombra forced a smile and shook his head, realizing that he was worrying the alicorn.

“It’s not that. It’s just…” he said, taking another snack and chewing with difficulty. “I’m not used to eating. I really don’t need to eat, you know…” he added with a smile to ease the tension. “But today it seems like I’m learning to enjoy the little things.”

Twilight looked at him in surprise; the idea that he didn’t need to eat was new to her. However, his attempt to relax and enjoy the moment made her smile.

“Maybe you’d like to try something different,” she said, getting up and heading to a tray of desserts. “This is a ‘brownie.’ You’ve never tried it, have you?”

Sombra raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the novelty. Twilight served him a small piece of brownie and placed it in front of him. From his perspective, the brownie looked like a small chocolate brick. He eyed the dessert with skepticism, wondering why the alicorn was offering him something that seemed so… solid and unappetizing.

“Is this… a brownie?” he asked, with a mix of curiosity and doubt as he turned the piece on his plate. “Why would you give me a brick to eat?”

Twilight let out a soft laugh, trying not to be offended.

“It’s not a brick,” she said with a smile. “It’s a very popular sweet here. I promise it’s delicious.”

Sombra took the small piece cautiously, examining the dessert as if it were an exotic creature. He brought it to his mouth and took a first bite. His eyes widened in amazement as he tasted it, as if he had just discovered a new universe of sweetness.

“This is… incredible!” he exclaimed, with a look of wonder. “Why didn’t you tell me this existed before? No, no—why is this the first time I’m trying this?”

Twilight laughed, relieved to see Sombra’s positive reaction.

“Are there no desserts in your world, or what? I’m starting to think that where you come from is the worst place to live,” she said with a playful tone, though underlying her words was a hint of concern.

Sombra looked at her, intrigued by the joke, and responded with a smile.

“Oh, there are desserts. It’s just that, in Auralis, food tends to taste a bit bland when you eat it without really enjoying it. I’d never given myself the chance to try something like this.”

Twilight looked at him in surprise, realizing there was more to Sombra’s comment than he had let on. She stayed silent for a moment, hesitating whether to express what she was thinking, but eventually decided to.

“So… you could… come by every now and then to eat desserts,” she said in a nearly timid whisper. The suggestion surprised Sombra, who blushed slightly. Did it not sound like a date?

However, he quickly regained his composure and asked seriously:

“Is it even possible? Once I return, will I be able to come back?”

Twilight was taken aback by the question. She didn’t know if, once he returned to his world, there would be a way to see him again. She forced a smile, trying to keep the mood up.

“I don’t know,” she said with a somewhat forced smile. “But while you’re here, you’ll have to eat as many sweets as you can!”

Sombra looked at her with a mix of surprise and expectation. It seemed like he was hoping for a different answer, as if the fact that she didn’t know if they could see each other again was not entirely satisfying to him.

“Yes…” he responded reluctantly, then forcing a playful smile. “But I suppose I’ll get fat if I keep eating these desserts.”

Twilight laughed, relieved to see that Sombra was taking the situation with humor. The tension eased a bit more, and they both continued to enjoy the desserts while sharing laughter and conversation; the brownie had never tasted so delicious.

Chapter 17

A Moonlit Embrace

Night had gently fallen over the castle, and the library, now calm, was filled only with the occasional sound of the outside wind. Twilight and Sombra had spent the day together, sharing snacks and discussing topics that went beyond books and spells. The atmosphere in the library was peaceful and cozy, a contrast to the tension they had felt earlier.

When it was time to sleep, Twilight had prepared a corner of the library with pillows and blankets. The softness of the moonlight coming through the windows created a serene ambiance. Sombra had settled into a corner, visibly tired but still struggling to relax.

Twilight was getting ready to lie down at the other end of the makeshift bed. As she adjusted the blankets, she looked over at Sombra with a gentle smile.

“Is everything okay, Sombra?” she asked in a calm tone, trying to check if he was comfortable.

Sombra looked at her with a weary grimace and gave a weak smile. As he watched her, he couldn’t help but question why he felt so disturbed by the idea of leaving. All these feelings bubbling inside him were quite annoying. How could a simple goodbye feel so complicated? All of this confused and unsettled him more than he wanted to admit.

“Yes, everything’s fine. It’s just… I’m not used to being so relaxed,” Sombra admitted, stretching his legs a bit. It had only been the two of them so far, and maybe that’s why he felt so attached to her. As the saying goes, two mice together will love each other until death. Perhaps that was what was happening to him. “By the way, aren’t your friends taking too long on their missions?”

Twilight looked up at him, realizing that it was true: her friends were taking longer than usual. It was almost a week since they had left. Although deep down she was grateful for the extra time with Sombra, she knew that her friends' return was inevitable.

“Yes, I guess they’ve had complications,” Twilight said, trying to sound casual while her mind was revolving around the imminent farewell. “But if they needed help, they would let me know… I hope.”

Sombra looked at her with a mix of concern and understanding, sensing that there was more in her tone than just worry for her friends. The atmosphere between them grew charged with a palpable tension, a mix of emotions that neither of them wanted to fully face at that moment.

Silence returned to fill the library, broken only by the occasional rustle of the blankets and their soft breathing. Twilight settled into her spot, feeling a bit more at ease.

Suddenly, Sombra, in the midst of a restless sleep, moved closer to Twilight and, without realizing it, wrapped her in a soft embrace.

Twilight was surprised to feel the warmth of his body close to hers. Her first impulse was to tense up, but she soon realized how comforting the proximity was.

“Sombra…” she murmured, still half-asleep. “What are you doing?”

Sombra, still in the realm of dreams, mumbled something unintelligible before tightening the embrace slightly, seeking the warmth and comfort he found in her closeness.

Twilight, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the rhythm of his breathing, gradually relaxed, feeling the tension fade away.

“This… is nice,” she said softly, almost to herself. Her thoughts tangled in a sea of emotions, and she wished the moment would never end.

Sombra, still drowsy, murmured:

“Twilight…”

Twilight blushed, surprised that Sombra was calling her by her name even in his semi-conscious state. What a scoundrel! Was he dreaming about her? The idea that he might be thinking of her while asleep filled her with curiosity and excitement. But why? Could it be that Sombra felt something for her? Her expression of longing intensified, but then she shook her head. It couldn’t be that he was talking about her, could it? Perhaps he was referring to the other Twilight?

She made a grimace of annoyance at the thought. She had never imagined she would feel jealous of herself. Her mind returned to the idea of the other Twilight. She had never managed to get many details from Sombra about his alternate version, only that she was… strange? Well, maybe she was also strange in her own way.

“What’s happening to me?” Twilight murmured to herself, still wrapped in Sombra’s warm embrace.

She could no longer deny it. The truth hit her with overwhelming clarity: she no longer wanted to be just his friend. She felt something deeper for him, something that went beyond simple friendship.

The problem now was how to handle these new feelings, especially given the context of their current situation.

Chapter 18

Unspoken Yearnings

Sombra struggled between sleep and wakefulness, with palpable confusion. He had dreamed about her, he was screaming internally. It was such a vivid and peculiar dream: they were at a picnic, surrounded by simple and natural happiness, but in a place he didn’t recognize. It wasn’t his world, but it wasn’t completely unfamiliar either. Twilight was smiling at him with a warmth he had only wished to receive from her, embracing her and... well, the dream cut off abruptly at that point.

When he awoke, he found himself actually holding her, and for a moment, he almost thought he was still dreaming. The reality of having Twilight so close surprised and confused him. The warmth of her body and the gentle beat of her heart made him question whether he was dreaming or if this connection was real.

The temptation to hold her even tighter was strong, but Sombra stopped himself, aware that he was crossing a line. The boundary between dream and reality was blurring, and his feelings for Twilight were becoming increasingly complicated.

Sombra felt on the brink of madness, a state he had never experienced before and which frankly terrified him. These feelings, which he didn’t fully understand, were pushing him to his limits.

The uncertainty and the daily proximity to her kept him in a constant state of emotional confusion. Almost a week had passed since he arrived at the Rainbow Castle, as he called it, captive in a place that wasn’t his home but had begun to feel like one, and Twilight still hadn’t found a way to send him back to his world, even though he continued to question why he didn’t feel such a rush to leave.

He approached her, feeling a whirlwind of emotions as he tried to deal with the complicated reality of his situation.

Each day in the castle seemed to intensify his feelings, making him question what he truly wanted and needed.

“So, how’s the research on the spell to send me back to my dimension going?” Sombra asked, his tone revealing a mix of curiosity and anxiety.

Twilight flinched slightly, as if she had just woken from a dream. Her expression showed surprise and a bit of discomfort. In fact, she had been so immersed in conversations and Sombra’s company that she had completely forgotten about her research.

“Oh, um...” Twilight said, blinking as she tried to regain her train of thought. “Well... I haven’t made as much progress as I hoped.”

The alicorn realized she was lying again, and it pained her a little to do so. She was supposed to tell him the truth today, but it never seemed to be the right time.

Every time she thought about the situation, it felt like the perfect moment would never come. The pressure of her feelings and the difficulty of finding the right words were overwhelming her. Her mind was torn between the urgency to be honest and the fear of possible consequences.

Sombra looked at her with an arched eyebrow, puzzled by her evasive demeanor.

“I guess it’s time for Plan B, huh?” he said, his tone indicating a mix of certainty.

Twilight looked up at him, confused.

“P-Plan B?” she stammered, not understanding what he was referring to.

“Yeah, don’t you remember? If you didn’t find a solution, you said you’d seek external help,” Sombra asserted confidently, though his tone concealed a desire to avoid facing the inevitable.

Twilight froze. The idea that Sombra was considering a Plan B made her feel a knot in her stomach. Was it so urgent for him to leave? After all, this wasn’t his home, and it made sense that he missed his world and everything he knew. Despite understanding this rationally, she couldn’t help but feel a pressure in her chest, a mix of anxiety and disappointment.

She knew she had to help him return to his dimension, but the idea that he was already considering a Plan B affected her more than she expected. She looked up quickly, her eyes filled with determination.

“Wait! I haven’t finished exploring all the options for the research. I just... need a little more time, can you give me that?” she said, almost desperately but trying to stay calm.

Sombra looked at her with a mixture of surprise and consideration, sensing the desperation in her voice and the intensity in her gaze. What’s happening to her? he thought, feeling a pang of doubt.

Perhaps he had pushed her too hard. The worry on her face revealed that the situation was affecting her more than he had anticipated.

He wondered if he had been too blunt in mentioning Plan B. Though his intention was clear, he hadn’t fully considered the emotional impact it might have on her.

Despite his own desire to return to his world, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for the distress he was causing.

“Alright,” he finally said, with a softer expression. “I’ll give you the time you need and I don’t want to pressure you. I just want to make sure you’re okay with continuing this…”

Twilight stared at him, her eyes reflecting a palpable pain she knew how to hide. She was aware that, from the beginning, this was the direction everything was meant to go.

However, the sadness she felt wasn’t just about the process itself, but about the impending loss of someone much more significant than just a friend. It wasn’t just a friend, but someone who had awakened deep and unknown feelings within her.

Chapter 20

A Tense Discovery

Twilight was in the library’s living room, surrounded by her friends. The girls were staring at her, waiting for her orders. What was she supposed to tell them? That she had already found the solution a long time ago? She couldn’t even mention it now; she had managed to hide the book she was carrying.

Maybe she could keep them occupied a little longer. Once they left, she would have the chance to talk to King Sombra about the book and, more importantly, about her feelings. If this was going to be the last time they saw each other, she wanted to confess everything in person.

Her face reflected a mix of nervousness and determination as she prepared to speak.

“Girls, I’ve been researching intensely to try to return King Sombra to his world, but…” she paused, swallowing nervously, “I haven’t found anything that works.”

Her friends looked at her with concern. Rainbow Dash was the first to speak.

“Are you sure you’ve checked all the books? Maybe there’s a text you haven’t read,” she suggested, with a tone that was both hopeful and skeptical.

Fluttershy, who had been listening silently, spoke up softly.

“What if you ask Discord for help? Maybe he could know something you don’t.”

Twilight frowned, her expression thoughtful. Discord? Oh no, that wouldn’t be easy.

“I don’t think he’d want to help me. I don’t see him being willing to cooperate with something so serious,” she said, her voice heavy with discouragement. “Besides, whenever we ask for his help, things usually end up worse. Remember what happened with Tirek?”

“He will if I ask him!” Fluttershy insisted, with a calm confidence. “Trust me.”

Twilight nodded slowly, knowing that Fluttershy was right that Discord might change his mind if asked directly. But deep down, Twilight already had the book secured and didn’t want anyone else finding it.

“Alright, I’ll try,” Twilight said, relieved. “In the meantime, let’s keep searching the books. Maybe there’s something we missed.”

Fluttershy got up and, with an encouraging smile, left the library to find Discord. Her mission would take her to the chaotic spirit’s dimension.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity headed to the shelves filled with books, starting to examine the texts with renewed fervor.

The silence in the library was filled with the sound of pages turning and murmurs of frustration, as each of them immersed themselves in the search for a clue that could help.

Twilight was nervous. She had managed to hide the book under a bookshelf, thinking no one would be able to find it without moving it, but it was heavy and hard to move.

Suddenly, Sombra’s voice startled her.

“Sparkle…” Sombra said, with a concerned tone. “Are you alright? You don’t seem very happy.”

“Happy? Me?” Twilight replied, forcing an even wider smile. “I’m happy that everyone is here helping…”

Sombra noticed that something wasn’t right. Since the morning, it seemed like Twilight wanted to say something to him but always stopped.

“And about the thing you wanted to tell me today…” Sombra began, but was interrupted by a loud noise.

Applejack had accidentally knocked over a piece of furniture while searching. The book she had found, which was blue, fell to the ground.

“Girls, I found a blue book!” Applejack said as she picked it up.

Twilight panicked and ran to her before she could do anything. With a flash of magic, she snatched the book from Applejack’s hooves.

“Not that book!” Twilight exclaimed as the book floated toward her with a magical aura.

Everyone stared at her, surprised. Including Sombra, who watched her with a mix of worry and confusion.

“Uh, sugarcube, are you alright?” Applejack asked, genuinely concerned.

Twilight, still trembling, tried to compose herself as Sombra stared at her, clearly confused. Her body began to break out in a cold sweat as she desperately searched for an excuse.

“This… this book, it’s not useful,” she said, trying to sound convincing but failing.

“Not useful? Well, I see it as quite functional,” Rainbow Dash commented, even more confused.

Rarity approached from behind Twilight to examine the book.

“And the book says ‘Space-Time Distortion’. Isn’t that what you needed?” Rarity concluded, frowning.

“Yes, yes, but…” Twilight was at a loss for words, her mind clouded by anxiety.

“What?” Sombra’s voice resonated in the room, causing everyone to turn towards him, including Twilight.

Sombra looked at her in surprise, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Sparkle, didn’t you tell me you hadn’t found anything about this?” Sombra said, his voice firm and filled with disappointment. The girls straightened up, sensing the tension in the air.

Twilight became nervous, avoiding eye contact, and all signs of her behavior indicated she wasn’t telling the truth.

“Well, I…” Twilight murmured, unsure of what to say.

A silence fell over the room as the two stared at each other. The girls noticed the growing tension and, without a word, began to slowly withdraw.

“Uh, we’ll leave you two alone to talk,” Applejack said, guiding the rest of the friends out of the room.

The atmosphere grew heavy as the doors closed behind them, leaving Twilight and Sombra alone to face the truth.

Chapter 21

A Bitter Farewell

“What does this mean?” roared King Sombra, his voice resonating with contained fury.

Twilight, trembling, struggled to find the right words. It was the worst situation she could have imagined, and although she wanted to explain herself, the words were stuck in her throat. She finally managed to articulate:

“I can explain…” she said, trying to sound firm, but her wavering tone only seemed to increase Sombra’s anger.

“Since when have you had it?” he interrupted, his voice sharp with desperation and frustration.

The fear in Twilight’s eyes became more evident, but she knew she had to face the situation. However, her attempt to apologize seemed futile against King Sombra’s fury.

“Since when, Sparkle?! Did you have it from the beginning?” he demanded, his patience clearly exhausted.

“No! That’s not how it is…” Twilight said, her voice trembling. “Since… three days ago…”

“Three days?” Sombra repeated, his face showing a mix of disbelief and rage. He was about to say more but stopped. “You’ve had the damned book for three days and didn’t tell me?! I could have left three days ago!”

Twilight tried to approach him, but Sombra moved away, his expression hardening. The anger on his face was genuine, and there was no trace of the mocking attitude he usually displayed. This time, he was serious.

“Sombra… I…” Twilight tried, her voice almost a whisper.

“No! You don’t know the things that could have happened in my absence,” Sombra said, with a mix of frustration and exhaustion in his voice. “I have duties to attend to, ponies to care for… and you…” he sighed deeply, clearly upset. “You’ve ruined everything.”

King Sombra turned, his posture rigid, as if the only solution to his anger was to leave as quickly as possible. Twilight stood there, feeling the weight of her regret and the gravity of the situation she had triggered.

Twilight remained silent, feeling the weight of her actions. The guilt and regret were reflected in her eyes. Tears threatened to overflow, but she knew she didn’t have the right to cry.

“I’m sorry,” Twilight murmured, her voice broken and almost inaudible. “I thought…”

Sombra, still angry, looked at her with a mix of disappointment and anger, but also with a hint of understanding.

“What did you think?” he said in a calmer but firm tone. “That it was a good idea to keep me here, not knowing for how long, while my home falls apart? Is that it? Does it seem like fun to you?” he added with sarcasm and irritation, noticing the pain in the young alicorn’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Twilight repeated, looking at the floor, unable to face his gaze.

“And it’s not just that you hid the truth from me,” Sombra continued, with a touch of disappointment in his voice. “You lied to me, Twilight. You’re just like everyone else.”

Twilight closed her eyes, the pain in her chest intensifying. The way he said her name, laden with disappointment and disillusionment, broke her heart.

The air in the room was charged with tension as both absorbed the magnitude of the situation.

Twilight knew she had a long way to go to make amends for her mistake, while Sombra had much to say. However, she decided not to continue, aware that doing so would only cause further hurt.

“Ugh… I need… I need to think. Just leave me alone, just for a moment,” Sombra said, sighing and avoiding looking at her. “Sparkle.”

Twilight didn’t look up from the floor. She turned and left the room, slamming the door behind her. Once the door was closed, she leaned against it and whispered, her voice breaking:

“I’m sorry…”

Sombra was furious, but in reality, more than anger, he felt sadness and disappointment. In his life, he had learned not to trust anyone; everyone had deceived him, from his parents to his subjects. To him, all ponies were liars, even himself.

But meeting Twilight, so sincere and genuine, he thought he had finally found someone to trust. How wrong he was.

He wondered if he had been too harsh with her. Maybe he shouldn’t have shouted so much. But his anger was genuine; if she hadn’t trusted him with the book, it was his fault. The fault was his for not being able to gain Twilight’s trust. Yes, it was all his fault…

He sighed, realizing he couldn’t leave things as they were. If he had to return, he needed to resolve it properly.

Suddenly, a strange light began to envelop the room. It shone brightly, and Sombra could barely see anything.

“What’s happening?” he murmured, confused, trying to understand the source of the light.

Outside the room, Twilight was startled to see the glow seeping through the cracks of the door.

“What is that?” she murmured, realizing it resembled the burst caused by her spell. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, opening the door and rushing in.

“Sombra!” she cried, blinded by the brightness filling the room.

“Twilight…” Sombra’s voice was barely audible through the light.

Twilight ran towards him, but it was too late. Sombra had vanished.

“Did he leave…?” she murmured, her legs trembling before she collapsed to the floor, overwhelmed by surprise.

to be continued

Chapter 22

A Chaotic Twist

Twilight sat on the cold floor, her heart pounding with a mix of panic and confusion. The brilliant light had vanished, leaving the room bathed in an eerie twilight. Her eyes scanned the empty space where Sombra had been, desperately searching for any trace of him.

“Sombra!” she called again, her voice echoing off the walls, filled with desperation. But there was no answer, only a deafening silence.

The room was dimly lit by the remnants of the strange light that flickered along the edges, as if it refused to disappear completely. Twilight moved closer to where Sombra had stood just moments before, her hooves trembling with each step. She reached out, hoping against hope that he might somehow reappear.

Nothing.

“No... no, no, no...” Twilight muttered, her voice rising in desperation. She jumped to her hooves, her mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. She knew the light wasn’t natural; it was magical, something she couldn’t easily explain. What was that? I didn’t even use the spell from the book! Was it always meant to be temporary?

Her gaze drifted back to the spot where Sombra had been, hoping to find some clue. But there was nothing, just the remnants of their earlier argument and the tension lingering in the air.

Her eyes fell on the book that had started this entire mess, lying abandoned on the floor. She picked it up carefully, her heart heavy with regret.

“Think, Twilight, think,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling as she tried to regain her composure. “The light, the book… there has to be a connection.”

Twilight felt the cold air on her coat, a creeping sense of fear growing inside her. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus her thoughts, clutching the old book tightly in her hooves as she scanned the room once more.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the door swung open. Her friends stood there, their faces full of concern.

“Twilight! What happened?” Rarity gasped, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of her friend sitting on the floor.

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie hovered behind her, their expressions shifting from worry to confusion.

“We heard you shout and came running,” Applejack added, her voice filled with urgency. “What’s goin’ on? Are ya alright?”

Twilight looked at them, her face etched with sorrow, still clutching the book tightly.

“Sombra… he disappeared…” she murmured.

“What do you mean, disappeared?” Rainbow Dash asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Twilight, what’s going on?” Rarity pressed, glancing around the dimly lit room.

“Sombra, he… suddenly… the light, it…,” Twilight stuttered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

Applejack stepped closer, placing a comforting hoof on Twilight’s shoulder.

“Sugarcube, where is he? Where’d he go?” she asked gently, trying to stay calm.

“He…!” Twilight began, but couldn’t finish. She didn’t know. Had he gone back to his world? How was that possible? What if he’d been sent somewhere worse, like a dimension full of lava? Panic gripped her heart.

Her friends noticed her distressed state and quickly moved to console her.

“Darling, maybe it’s for the best. Perhaps he’s back in his world, safe and sound,” Rarity offered soothingly.

“Yeah! He’s probably having a ‘Yay, I’m Home!’ party!” Pinkie Pie added, bouncing with enthusiasm.

Twilight felt a sting of sadness at that thought. Had he really gone back home? She knew she should be happy, but she couldn’t shake her doubts. She didn’t want things to end like this; she wished she could apologize, truly apologize. Now, she felt like she might never have the chance. Would she have to live with these unspoken feelings for the rest of her life?

“Why are we worried about him? It’s better that he’s gone for good!” Rainbow Dash declared cheerfully.

“He… wasn’t all bad,” Twilight murmured.

Twilight was lost in her thoughts, her eyes scanning the now dimly lit library, when the atmosphere suddenly shifted. A peculiar, mischievous chuckle echoed through the room, making Twilight's ears perk up in surprise.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” came a voice, dripping with playful curiosity. Discord, the chaotic spirit of disharmony, materialized out of thin air with a flourish of his mismatched limbs and a cheeky grin on his face. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and intrigue as he took in the scene before him.

“Discord!” Twilight exclaimed, her relief mingling with frustration. “I have no time for you now!”

Discord floated lazily above the ground, twirling an imaginary mustache with one claw and lazily plucking a flower from nowhere with the other. “Oh, dear, Sombra’s gone missing? How delightfully troublesome!” He examined Twilight with an exaggerated pout. “And here I was, hoping to just enjoy a peaceful evening of chaos.”

“How long have you been watching?” Twilight asked, frustrated.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe since that little lovers’ spat. Fluttershy came to me, begging for my help,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I thought it would be a snooze-fest, but oh, how I was delightfully surprised!”

Suddenly, someone walked through the door—it was Fluttershy, entering slowly.

“Discord agreed to help us… What happened?” Fluttershy asked as she walked in and saw everyone sitting on the floor with Twilight. All except Twilight looked at her with expressions that seemed to say, "This is not a good time."

Twilight tried to keep her focus.

“This isn’t a joke, Discord. I need to find Sombra. The book—”

“Oh, the book! Yes, I heard a little something about that,” Discord interrupted, his eyes lighting up with genuine interest. “Teleportation runes, ancient magic, distortion, and all that jazz. Quite the dramatic twist, if I may say so.”

“Do you know anything about where he might have gone?” Twilight asked, her voice tinged with desperation. “Or how to reverse this?”

Discord blinked in confusion, then started to smile.

“Oh, my dear Twilight, why would you want to do that?” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

Twilight jumped. She couldn’t possibly mean that. She obviously didn’t want to bring him back, right?

“No... No, that’s not what I meant! I just want to know if he’s okay!” Twilight exclaimed quickly.

Discord’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Well, I might know a thing or two about teleportation. After all, a little bit of chaos can sometimes fix what’s been magically messed up.” He floated closer to Twilight, examining her with a mock serious expression. “But tell me, what’s in it for me?”

Twilight’s patience was wearing thin. “Discord, this isn’t the time for games. I need your help.”

Discord feigned a dramatic sigh, waving a claw dismissively.

“Very well, very well. I suppose I can help. After all, I do enjoy a good puzzle.” His expression softened, and he floated down to the floor, landing lightly beside Twilight. “But first, let’s see what you’ve been up to.”

He began inspecting the book with an almost childlike curiosity. Twilight watched, exasperated but hopeful, as Discord’s antics quickly turned from whimsical to purposeful.

He started flipping through the ancient text with an uncanny speed, his eyes narrowing as he searched for something specific.

“There’s a lot of ancient magic involved in this,” Discord mused, “but there’s also a hint of—oh, how fascinating—a chaotic twist.” He looked up at Twilight with a sly grin. “You see, teleportation spells can be notoriously unstable when mixed with chaos magic. The book might have attracted a bit of… extra attention.”

Twilight frowned, not entirely following his train of thought.

“So, what does that mean?”

Discord's grin grew even wider.

“Ah, it means the book’s got a touch of chaos magic, which is always so delightfully unpredictable. If I were to hazard a guess, it fed off those chaotic emotions and decided to run the spell all by itself…

All the ponies turned to look at Twilight when Discord mentioned that.

“What?” Twilight asked. Her chaotic emotions? Well, it was true that she had been somewhat unstable at that moment. “Wait, so it was the book’s magic that sent him back to his world? Then what brought Sombra here in the first place?”

Discord lowered the book, suddenly adopting a serious demeanor.

“That…” he murmured in a voice that left everyone hanging. Then he burst into laughter, “Who knows!”

Sombra opened his eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps. He jolted upright, stumbling over his own sheets.

"Was it all just a dream?" he wondered, staring at the ceiling of his room, his bed, his belongings. He was back in his room, a harsh reminder of the strange shift from the palace of Twilight.

"Twilight... Twilight!" he shouted, desperately scanning the room. She wasn't there. He dashed to the balcony, needing to see it, to confirm it. Despite knowing where he was, he needed to see it for himself.

The cold morning air whipped through his black mane, steam escaping his mouth. The chill was almost unbearable; Twilight wasn't there, or maybe he had vanished. No, he had returned home. To his own world.

"But how? Twilight didn't cast the spell... How did I come back?" Sombra murmured, gazing at the Crystal Empire from his balcony. It was a familiar view, but the return was far from comforting. Why? Perhaps he already knew.

He would never see Twilight again.

to be continue.

Chapter 23

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Chapter 24

Home Sweet Home

The sight of him caused an uproar. His subjects reacted as if a ghost had returned, their voices rising in shock and disbelief. It had been so long since King Sombra last walked the streets of the Crystal Empire that it felt almost unreal to him. The radiance of the city—its shimmering towers and crystal-clear skies—had become a distant memory. Now, being back here, it all felt strangely foreign.

“My lord! Where have you been?” cried one of the servants, his voice trembling as tears welled up in his eyes.

Sombra hesitated, unsure of how to respond. “I... well—” He struggled to grasp the situation. What had happened while he was gone? The events that led him here felt too real to have been a dream, yet Twilight was nowhere in sight. Was it time to move on?

Another servant, his expression heavy with concern, added, “Everything fell apart without you here, my lord...”

“Enough,” Sombra interrupted, the exhaustion creeping into his voice. He rose to his hooves, feeling the weight of the past week bearing down on him. “I need to rest. Leave me.” His tone was firm, though his mind remained troubled, especially by thoughts of Twilight. What could have possibly happened in a week? he wondered.

The servants exchanged nervous glances, as if holding back something important. One of them finally stepped forward, his voice filled with hesitancy.

“My lord... We were so relieved by your return that we informed the two princesses…”

Sombra froze. His eyes widened as anger surged through him. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” he bellowed, his frustration boiling over. He had intended to remain under the radar, but now that plan was shattered. The princesses would be on his tail.

“Yes, the princesses requested your presence,” the servant stammered, cowering under Sombra's gaze. “Immediately.”

Grinding his teeth, Sombra muttered under his breath, “Ugh, they're gonna kill me…”

Sombra traveled in his smoke form, the shadows cloaking him as he sped toward the palace of the two alicorns. His mind raced, nerves tighter than he cared to admit. He had much to explain, and he knew the questions would come fast and hard. But deep down, there was a flicker of excitement—a strange, uninvited feeling. Was he eager to see them? He had once shared a complicated relationship with the princesses, a connection he might dare to call... friendship.

Well, how could they not be friends? They’ve known each other for like, over 1000 years! Time really flies, huh?

When he arrived, the sisters stood by the grand balcony, as if they had anticipated his arrival. Sombra descended, his smoky form coalescing into his physical body before them.

“Celestia? Luna?” His voice carried a mix of surprise and caution as he recognized the two alicorns, their majestic forms bathed in the dim light of the palace. For a moment, he thought there might be a warm welcome.

Without warning, Celestia swiftly approached and cornered him against a nearby wall, her presence imposing and dominant. “I’ve had to deal with far too many problems in your absence,” Celestia snapped, her tone as sharp as her gaze. “Did you think you could just return out of nowhere, and everything would fix itself?”

Luna, hovering gracefully beside her sister, smiled mischievously, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. “It’s been so long, Sombra! Where have you been hiding? You’ve become quite the mystery.”

Sombra faltered, thrown off by Celestia's intensity. “I... I didn’t—”

“There’s no time for explanations right now,” Celestia cut him off, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ve had enough trouble because of you.”

Sombra’s brow furrowed, the weight of Celestia’s words sinking in. “I had no idea—”

“Of course you didn’t,” Celestia said, her voice softening slightly but still firm. “You’ve been absent.”

She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a near whisper. “Do you have any idea what happened in your absence?” she pushed him harder against the wall, almost pinning him. “You caused me too much trouble.”

Sombra swallowed hard, realizing just how unpredictable the situation had become. He knew the consequences of upsetting Celestia—and he didn’t want to find himself in Tartarus, surrounded by those who had lost their sanity.

“What... what could’ve possibly happened in a week?” he asked, his voice shaky but trying to remain composed. He knew better than to provoke Celestia when she was like this.

Celestia huffed in irritation and stepped back, giving him some space, though her displeasure was evident. Luna remained silent, watching her sister with practiced patience.

“A lot happened. More than I care to recount,” Celestia said, turning away with a flick of her tail. “We have much to discuss.”

Luna shot Sombra a glance, her eyes full of sympathy. She whispered, “You’re in trouble...”

Sombra sighed in relief as he slid down the wall, finally allowed to breathe. Coming home was always overwhelming, but this? This was something else. His complicated history with Celestia had never fully resolved—her relentless personality, her need for control. It made things... difficult.

“Oh, Sparkle…” he said, nostalgic for the scoldings he used to get from Twilight. Well, anyone would miss Twilight’s scoldings after facing Celestia’s strict lecture. No, could that even be called a lecture? That was violence.

“Those damn—” Celestia murmured, as she gathered a pile of papers and threw them onto the round table in front of King Sombra.

“What is this?” Sombra asked, visibly confused.

“Read,” Celestia commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This is what’s been happening while you were busy neglecting your duties.”

Sombra, still confused, levitated the papers with his magic. As his eyes scanned the report, his expression shifted to one of disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing.

“But... how—” he started, only for Celestia to cut him off again.

“Magic inhibitors,” she growled, “have been distributed illegally. Our guards are doing what they can, but the situation has spiraled out of control. And why?” Her hoof slammed against the table. “Because you weren’t here to do your part!”

Sombra flinched. According to the report, the illegal use of magic inhibitors had increased significantly over the past week, resulting in several attacks on ponies. The criminals used the inhibitors to incapacitate their victims and rob them, or even worse. Yes, his sweet home. He already missed this, though, no, that wasn’t true.

But Celestia wasn’t finished. “And that’s not all. A new drug—one that alters a pony’s magic—is circulating. We don’t know where it came from or what it does, but it’s causing a mess.”

Sombra’s mind raced as he tried to process the consequences of his absence. How had things escalated so quickly?.

“I... I didn’t realize things had become so complicated.”

He was beginning to remember all the problematic things about his world: violent ponies, magic-blocking drugs, covert attacks from terrorist groups threatening Celestia’s dictatorship. In fact, he was surprised that despite everything, harmony wasn’t severely affected. All thanks to the tireless efforts of both sisters to maintain balance, no matter how difficult it was. After all, if the empire is filled with hope and love, those emotions will reflect throughout Equestria. But if hatred and fear take over the Crystal Empire, black crystals will sprout from the ground. Something that still not happened yet.

However, it pained him that no one had taken the time to ask where he had been the past week. Did they not care? Sombra noticed that Luna was visibly restless, as if she wanted to ask him something. Celestia noticed too and, with an exasperated sigh, rolled her eyes.

“Fine, Luna, ask him whatever you’ve been dying to ask,” Celestia said, rolling her eyes.

Luna’s face brightened. “Sombra, where did you go? I’m so curious!” she exclaimed, her hooves slamming on the table, scattering papers everywhere.

“Luna!” Celestia scolded, her irritation growing.

Sombra allowed himself a small smile. The sisters’ banter had always amused him, though he was wise enough to keep from laughing out loud in Celestia’s presence. But what was he supposed to say? That he’d spent the past week in another dimension, with the brightest and most courageous alicorn he had ever met? That he couldn’t stop thinking about her?

No, he couldn’t share that. Not yet.

He looked down, his thoughts drifting back to Twilight, the memory of their last moments together still fresh. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had been left unresolved.

Clearing his throat, Sombra began to explain. He stuck to the basics—an alternate dimension, a different version of Equestria, a princess of friendship. He couldn’t bring himself to tell them everything.

“A world like that... it sounds wonderful!” Luna’s voice was filled with awe.

Celestia shot him a skeptical look. “Luna, don’t get carried away. Sombra, if you’re lying...”

Sombra raised an eyebrow. “Why would I lie about this?”

Celestia huffed in annoyance. “I’ll forgive you this time for going on ‘vacation’ for a week, but leaving in the middle of the night… your servants panicked and came to tell me that ‘King Sombra has disappeared,’ blah, blah. and I had to clean up your mess. The paperwork alone was a nightmare.”

Luna turned her gaze towards her sister.

“Why didn’t you let your student handle this? You always do the same thing,” her sister asked.

Celestia gave her a piercing look. Only her sister could ask her such questions.

“That incompetent? Definitely not. She disappoints me more every day. That Twilight, besides, she’s been acting strangely lately,” Celestia replied with disdain.

Sombra flinched at hearing that name, his ears perked up. Yes, of course, it wasn’t his Twilight. His Twilight? I mean, the Twilight from the other dimension. Now that he thought about it, why were they so different? "Twilight was… never mind, Sombra. You need to move on" he thought.

He began to reconsider his harsh judgments of the Twilight from his dimension; maybe she wasn’t as bad as he had thought. It wasn’t fair to judge her solely based on a few disconcerting glances.

“By the way,” Sombra said, “how’s Twilight Sparkle doing?”

Celestia's eyes locked onto him with a steely intensity.

“Why do you care? Better get going and don’t forget to submit a report on your ‘vacation.’ Just hearing you gives me a headache,” Celestia said, gesturing for Sombra to leave.

Sombra rose from his seat, fully aware that Celestia's orders were final and needed to be heeded without question. He left the room swiftly, hoping that diving back into his kingly duties would help him move on from the past week's events, or at least provide some distraction.

to be continued

Chapter 25

The Other Twilight

Sombra stepped out of the grand meeting room, the heavy wooden door creaking shut behind him. He sighed deeply, the weight of the recent conversation still lingering in his chest. The cool corridor of the palace offered some relief from the tension that had filled the room, but the exhaustion clung to him like a shadow.

"Same old Celestia..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

As he was about to make his way down the hall, the door behind him cracked open slightly, and a soft voice called out.

"¡Sombra!" she whispered.

He stopped, turning to see Luna peeking through the barely-opened door. Her eyes twinkled with something more than just the usual formality. She was smiling.

"Is everything alright?" Sombra asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice carrying just a hint of surprise.

Luna stepped out a little further, her smile widening. “I’m happy you’re back,” she said warmly, her words simple but genuine.

Sombra felt a strange warmth in his chest, and he nodded. "Thanks," he replied softly, the weight of the palace’s cold corridors seeming to lift for just a moment. Their relationship with Luna had always been gentler, and it was easier to talk to her than to Celestia.

But then Luna’s smile took on a more mischievous edge. She tilted her head, her eyes glinting. "I can’t help but notice you didn’t share everything in your story." She leaned closer, her voice turning into a playful whisper. “I’ll find out the rest in your dreams. Especially if you had... any secret romances.” She winked, her tone teasing.

Sombra’s face flushed a deep crimson. He shot her a startled look, his expression a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

"Don’t you dare, Luna. You know I hate it when you invade my dreams," he whispered sharply, trying to keep his composure.

Luna let out a soft, melodic laugh, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Haha, I know!" she said.

Before Sombra could retort, Celestia’s voice boomed from inside the room. “Luna! Get back in here!”

Luna rolled her eyes, glancing briefly over her shoulder before turning back to Sombra. She lowered her voice once more. “We’ll talk later... somewhere more private.”

Sombra couldn’t help but chuckle at her playfulness. He raised an eyebrow, his grin returning. “Are you trying to get me killed? If your sister catches us, I’m done for.”

"Why? It's just a little talk? Luna asked and laughed lightly, then winked at him one last time before slipping back into the meeting room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Sombra stood alone in the quiet hallway, shaking his head with a faint smile. Despite the madness that had unfolded in the last hour, there was a strange comfort in knowing that not everything had changed—and that maybe, just maybe, not everything had to.

Writing the report was difficult—very difficult, especially for him, as he tried to forget everything. But there he was, dipping the quill into ink and transcribing everything onto a scroll. What was he supposed to write?

“This is harder than I thought…” he murmured to himself. He knew he couldn’t leave Celestia’s palace without submitting this report. Why did he feel like a student being punished by his teacher? He was far too old for this.

As he wrote, each letter reminded him of Sparkle: the nights on that old armchair, the days talking while he kept eating brownies, not bricks. They would chat about the differences between their worlds or about meaningless nonsense. And that argument… now it seemed a bit ridiculous. He shouldn’t have been so upset, though it did hurt that she had lied to him. But it would be hypocritical to deny it.

He wrote everything he could. He couldn’t help it. He left the report in a small study nearby and decided to stay there that night before returning to the Crystal Empire, knowing the work that awaited him when he got back.

Morning had arrived, and it was a relief. If there was one thing in common between Twilight and Celestia, it was the terrible quality of their sleeping arrangements. The back pain he felt was proof enough of that. He was already preparing to leave, with many things to attend to upon his return. The hallway was long and quiet, but something soon unsettled him.

He didn't see her coming, didn't even notice her approach. With stealthy steps—only predators move like that, right?

“Sombra! There you are!” Her voice was unnervingly sweet, her smile wide and almost manic. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Sombra looked confused; in fact, it was hard to look at her. She reminded him so much of her. They were almost identical—the hair, the voice, nearly everything—except for the eyes. Twilight's eyes, as he remembered them, were more beautiful to him. And there were other differences, of course— the wings and the blank flank that this pony always tried to hide with a cloak, though it didn't bother him; he wasn’t different.

Sombra couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for the pony. She wasn’t exactly what you'd call "Celestia’s student." Oh, Celestia used the title, but treated her more like a secretary than anything else. Despite not having a cutie mark, Twilight’s intellect stood out, always dabbling in experiments—most of them failures. And yet, many viewed her as a symbol of determination, clawing her way up without a cutie mark, even managing to impress the princesses. Hmph, perhaps there is some truth to the idea that hard work can get you anywhere.

“I’ve been somewhat absent lately,” he sighed, his voice heavy with resignation. “I had no idea that my absence would create such a stir. To be honest, I didn’t expect it to cause this much of a commotion.”

Twilight's smile faltered briefly, replaced by an intense, almost feverish gaze.

“Didn’t cause a stir? You’re more than important, Sombra. You’re essential. Without you, I’m lost, incomplete. I can’t function without you by my side,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, edged with desperation. Her calm exterior cracked. “You can’t leave me again, ever. I need you, always.”

“What?” he asked, incredulous and somewhat uneasy. Had he heard that incorrectly? Yes, it must be that. Were so many centuries finally catching up with him?

“Ah! T-The Empire! That’s what I meant! The Empire! It can’t function without you. Yes, I was just thinking about the well-being of the Empire. Nothing more…” Her words stumbled over themselves, her thoughts racing frenetically.

Twilight Sparkle fought to steady her ragged breathing, her eyes revealing the depth of her obsession. Her tone shifted, tinged with a subtle possessiveness, as she tried to redirect the conversation to a subject that truly mattered to her.

“Sombra, where have you been all this time? I’ve been anxiously waiting, wondering when you’d return.” She moved closer, her eyes narrowing as she observed every little detail of his appearance.

Sombra continued to feel an unsettling sensation creeping through his body, as if an unseen wolf were stalking him in the shadows. Despite the growing unease, he chose to ignore it. Why? Because, quite simply, he was a fool.

“Well, you must have seen the report… that Celestia made me write…” He sighed, knowing her student handled all the paperwork the alicorn didn’t want to do. He felt sorry for her in that regard but couldn’t remember when they became so close as to have conversations like this.

Twilight Sparkle’s expression grew darker, her face clouded with a deepening sense of frustration and intensity.

“Yes, I saw the report… but words, cold facts on paper don’t convey everything, do they?” She took a step closer, her body almost inches from his. “I wanted to hear it from you, directly from you. How did you spend your time away from me… I mean, from the Crystal Empire? Or rather, from Equestria.” Her tone wavered between concern and demand. She had been the only one to search tirelessly under every stone after his disappearance that night, but of course, she would never admit it. “And what was that about the ‘Other Twilight’?”

Sombra tensed, realizing Twilight Sparkle had noticed the mention of the “Other Twilight” in his report. He knew he shouldn’t have included Sparkle in the report, but as he wrote, his mind was entirely focused on her. He wondered why she was asking this; but, well, after all, he had also been curious about his evil counterpart in the other world when he disappeared.

“Ah, yes… that.” He chose his words carefully. “It was a brief encounter, nothing to worry about, I assure you.” The discomfort persisted; he found it very unpleasant talking to her, especially when she looked at him as if she wanted to trap him with her gaze.

Silence settled, thick with palpable unease. Typically, in a conversation, one expects a response, right? But Twilight said nothing; she didn’t even seem to be listening. This lack of response only intensified Sombra’s discomfort, amplifying his unease.

“I need to go, Twilight. I have a great deal of work awaiting me,” Sombra said, carefully maneuvering around her before swiftly making his way down the hallway, distancing himself from her presence.

Twilight stood there, motionless, her gaze cast downward. Anyone who passed by could see her lips moving in a continuous, fervent whisper.

“There can only be one Twilight. Only me… only me,” she repeated over and over.

to be continued

Chapter 26

Beneath the Empire

The Crystal Empire shimmered under the midday sun, its towers gleaming with a brilliance that was both familiar and foreign to King Sombra. Yet, despite the beauty and radiance above, Sombra was not in the throne room, nor was he wandering the grand halls of the palace. Instead, he was far below the empire, in the depths of the castle’s forgotten chambers—places where light dared not reach.

Down here, in the cold, dimly lit underground, things were different. There were no gleaming crystals, no vibrant banners of the kingdom. The air was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel heavier. It was the perfect place for the business at hoof.

Sombra stood in a hidden room carved deep beneath the castle, an ancient dungeon now repurposed for more subtle matters. Before him sat a trembling pegasus, bound to a simple wooden chair. The dim light from the single flickering torch on the wall cast deep shadows across the stone floor, giving the scene an ominous feel.

The pegasus, his wings bound tightly behind him, looked at Sombra with wide, terrified eyes. Sweat beaded on his brow, his breath shallow and erratic.

“Where did you get the magic inhibitor?” Sombra’s voice was calm, almost too calm, as he circled the chair. “And who is producing them?” His tone carried a weight of authority, yet there was no malice in it. Still, the tension in the room was suffocating.

This was one of the main "tasks" he was responsible for—personally interrogating criminals. Why? Well, his methods were highly effective. Although, truth be told, during the last week he was missing, Celestia had taken over. Why didn’t her guards handle it? Simple: the alicorn needed something to vent her frustration on. But now he was back, and he wasn’t nearly as harsh during interrogations.

The pegasus shifted nervously, his hooves scraping against the floor. He said nothing.

Sombra stopped, leaning in closer, his eyes narrowing.

“Oh crap, what do I do now? Usually, just raising my voice works, but it’s not doing the trick! Do I really have to that?” Sombra thought, getting a bit nervous while trying not to let the pegasus notice.

“You will answer me.” His voice took on a darker edge, but it was still restrained, controlled. Seriously, at this rate, his throat was going to hurt for the rest of the week. Why couldn’t they just admit their crimes and join the 'redemption program'? Though, to be honest, he wasn’t a fan of that program either, since it involved getting beaten into being good—literally.

The pegasus swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room, looking for any means of escape that didn’t exist. He opened his mouth, but only a weak croak escaped. He was frozen in fear. There it was again—why did everypony outside the Crystal Empire get so scared when he put on his 'grumpy face'? It wasn’t his fault he was born with that expression and so many canines.

These ponies didn’t know true terror; they’d never seen Celestia after a ten-hour workday, hungry and cranky, she was like a beast. No, it was definitely not recommended to be around her in that state. He shuddered at the memory.

Sombra sighed inwardly. He didn’t want to do this, but sometimes old habits were useful. He stepped closer, his expression hardening. His eyes darkened, and his voice dropped to a menacing whisper.

“I’m not as... patient as you think. If you won’t tell me what I need to know, I’ll have to... convince you.” He let a sinister smile creep across his face.

The pegasus flinched, panic flashing in his eyes.

“I-I... I don’t know! I swear!” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s... it’s always someone different. A new seller every week! ¡Please…don’t hurt me…!”

Sombra leaned in even closer, his shadow falling over the pegasus. His expression twisted into a mockery of the tyrant he once was, his lips curling into a wicked grin. He chuckled darkly, his voice rising into a chilling, maniacal laugh that echoed through the chamber.

The pegasus paled, shaking violently in the chair. “I-I don’t know anything else! Please! I swear!” he cried, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear.

Sombra narrowed his eyes. He knew this pony had told him everything he could, but the act had its purpose. Before he could speak again, the door creaked open, and one of Sombra’s crystal pony servants entered the room, his hooves clicking softly against the stone floor.

“My lord,” the servant said in a calm, almost casual tone, “Would you like me to bring the hammer?”

Sombra blinked, his façade breaking for a moment as he turned to the servant with surprise. A hammer, seriously? Never. He couldn’t even handle butter knives, seriously, He had no idea what kind of image his servants had of him.

“A... a hammer?” He cleared his throat, clearly flustered. “N-No, that won’t be necessary. Seriously, are we trying to kill somepony here? I’m pretty sure he’s already told us everything he knows.”

The crystal pony tilted his head slightly, his voice steady yet cautious. "My lord, you are truly merciful, but if I may—this is the fourth one we've interrogated this week. Perhaps... more persuasive methods are required?"

Sombra took a step back, genuinely startled by the pony’s calm suggestion. He hadn’t expected that level of zeal from his servant But, no. Sombra wasn't a mosnter. He never would cross that line.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” he repeated, regaining his composure. “We’re done here.”

The servant bowed slightly.

“As you wish, my lord.” He turned and left the room, leaving Sombra alone with the pegasus.

Sombra sighed, shaking his head. He looked down at the trembling pegasus, who was still quaking in fear, his eyes wide with terror.

“I won’t hurt you,” Sombra said, his voice softening, his “bad king” act dropped entirely. “But you need to be careful about who you trust. These magic inhibitors are dangerous and can seriusly put in danger other ponys, If you know anything else, now is the time to speak.”

The pegasus shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. “I don’t... I don’t know anything more. I swear it. I just buy it because a friend told me to”

Sombra studied him for a long moment, then nodded.

“Very well. But consider this a warning: stay away from those who deal in such things. And this doesn’t excuse buying something illegal.” He glanced at the guards by the door. “Take him to Canterlot. Another one for the redemption program.”

The pegasus looked more terrified than before. Wow, so the redemption program was scarier than him? He wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or offended. Well, although Sombra didn’t blame him, when he had to go through that program, it was hell on Equis.

As the pegasus was led away, Sombra let out a deep sigh, leaning against the cold stone wall. This is going to get worse before it gets better, he thought to himself. But for now, he had to maintain control—of the empire, and of himself.

Sombra sat at his desk, surrounded by an imposing stack of paperwork that seemed to tower over him, casting long shadows in the dim light of his study. The Crystal Empire might have been glowing above, but in the quiet solitude of his office, the weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders. Reports on recent attacks, notes on the illegal use of magic inhibitors, security updates—all piled high in front of him. It felt endless.

He skimmed through the reports once more, furrowing his brow. Despite all the paperwork, there was no mention of the "new drug" Celestia had spoken of. Perhaps it hasn’t been produced in large quantities yet, he mused, though that did little to ease his growing headache.

A soft knock interrupted his thoughts, and a crystal pony servant entered, carrying a small tray with a steaming cup of tea. She placed it gently on the corner of his desk, bowing slightly before retreating without a word.

Sombra exhaled deeply, grateful for the small gesture. He reached for the cup, but his hoof bumped against the towering pile of documents, sending the cup tumbling. The tea splashed across the desk, spilling over the papers he’d just signed. He clenched his jaw in frustration and muttered to himself as he reached for a cloth to clean up the mess.

"How familiar," he grumbled, his mind flashing back to a memory—Twilight. How many times had he seen her desk cluttered with books, scrolls, and letters, almost toppling under the sheer weight of her work? And how many times had he watched her knock over her tea while being so lost in her tasks? The thought tugged at the corners of his mouth, almost making him smile.

Sparkle...

He realized how long it had been since he’d let himself think about her. The past weeks had been a blur of duties, interrogations, and attempts to keep the empire under control. It had left him no time to dwell on the events of the other world. But now, in the silence of his study, with the only sound being the distant hum of the empire’s crystal magic, he couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing.

Probably reading quietly, he thought, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. He could picture it so clearly—Twilight, sitting in the warm light of her library, sipping tea from a delicate cup. Or maybe she was indulging in one of those little cakes she seemed to enjoy so much, the kind that always left a smudge of frosting on the corner of her mouth.

Sombra smirked slightly, imagining her laughter echoing through the library, perhaps joined by the chatter of her friends or the youthful enthusiasm of her dragon assistant. A peaceful life, far from the constant weight of a crown, far from the responsibilities that now bore down on him like a leaden cloak.

Or... His thoughts darkened for a moment, the image shifting in his mind. What if she was with someone else? What if she had found another stallion to share her life with? His heart raced at the thought, a sudden surge of jealousy that he hadn’t expected.

No, he shook his head quickly. She wouldn’t. He didn’t want to believe it. Twilight wasn’t the kind of pony who would simply move on like that. Or was it just that he didn’t want to picture her with anyone else? The idea unsettled him, more than it should have.

He sat up, startled by the intensity of his own thoughts. The absurdity of it gnawed at him. Why do you care, Sombra? He scolded himself. This is foolish. You have no right to claim anything from her because we were just friends He didn’t even know if they were still friends after the last fight, and now that they had lost all contact, they didn’t even say a proper goodbye.

Sombra pressed a hoof against his temple, trying to push the thoughts away. All this work is draining me, he thought bitterly. He was mentally exhausted, and it was making him weak. Too many signatures, too many decrees, organizing festivals, managing the punishments for lawbreakers—it was all so mundane. How had Cadance, the so-called "Princess of Love" from the other world, managed to keep up with it all?

Of course, Twilight had mentioned that Cadance’s husband, Shining Armor, helped her. A frown settled on Sombra’s face as he thought of that. The idea of having someone by his side to share the burden of ruling… no, it was absurd. He couldn’t see himself married, tied to anyone in that way.

But as the thought of matrimony drifted through his mind, a single image illuminated his thoughts: Twilight. Her smile, her warmth, the light in her eyes whenever she was caught up in something that excited her. He could almost see her standing beside him, her presence filling the cold, dark room with light.

Sombra shook his head violently, as if trying to rid himself of the vision. Stop it, Sombra, he muttered under his breath, his voice a harsh whisper. Let her go.

His heart pounded in his chest, the silence of the study pressing in on him once more. He stared at the spilled tea, the wet papers scattered across his desk, and sighed deeply. All this time, he had been trying to rule a kingdom and forget about her. But now, sitting here, the weight of his duties and the isolation of his role felt almost unbearable. It was times like these that the memories crept back in, unwanted, unbidden.

He leaned back in his chair once more, closing his eyes, forcing himself to focus. Twilight was in another world, living her own life. She wasn’t part of his empire, his reality. He had no right to dwell on her, no right to keep her image locked in his mind.

But the more he tried to push her away, the clearer her image became.

To be continued...

Chapter 27

A Past in Shadows

Sombra hadn’t left his office for what felt like days. The piles of paperwork only seemed to grow taller, burying him in a never-ending cycle of documents, reports, and decrees. His servants attended to his every need, bringing food, tea, and whatever else he required, but even their assistance couldn’t relieve the burden weighing on him. The Crystal Empire had so many issues—security problems, trade agreements, recent attacks—each one more pressing than the last.

He sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair as his eyes scanned another report about the illicit use of magic inhibitors. It was overwhelming. The idea of hiring a secretary flitted through his mind, someone to organize all of this chaos. But... he thought with a grimace, most of these documents are too sensitive. Celestia would kill me if I involved anypony else.

A darker thought crossed his mind—or maybe this is her way of punishing me. She didn’t believe his story about the other dimension, and now he was drowning in paperwork. Disappearing for a week wasn’t his fault, but Celestia didn’t seem to care. She hadn’t exactly been forgiving. Her skeptical look when he tried to explain still lingered in his memory.

Sombra’s head throbbed. His vision blurred slightly as the words on the page began to blend together. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on him, dragging him into a fog. His eyes fluttered shut, and before he could stop it, his head drooped down onto his desk. He fell asleep.

Suddenly, he wasn’t in his office anymore. The familiar cold stone walls were replaced by the faint glow of a memory. But this wasn’t just any dream—it was a long-buried recollection from his youth.

1000 years ago

He was a bit younger than now, a brash and defiant young pony, standing in the shadows of an old crystal castle. His eyes gleamed with a sinister light, a look of arrogance etched across his face. He was full of himself, already fascinated by the darker powers he sought to control. His plan? To embrace the corruption.

Suddenly, two figures appeared—Celestia and Luna, now mature and authoritative, though they were much older than the youthful King Sombra. Celestia’s mane was shorter and more unruly, while Luna’s eyes held a youthful mischief that hadn’t yet been overshadowed by her future responsibilities.

King Sombra was arguing passionately, his voice brimming with the fervor of his beliefs. “The Umbrum will rule the Crystal Empire! Our supremacy will be unchallenged, and I will govern as I see fit!”

The place was grim, with several crystal ponies in chains, their eyes filled with fear and despair. Celestia and Luna, looking stern and resolute, confronted him.

Celestia’s expression darkened as she listened to Sombra’s taunts. “Your arrogance is laughable,” she said, stepping forward with a cold determination. “You’ve enslaved these ponies and think you can control everything?”

Sombra scoffed, shrugging off her words. “Your petty ideals mean nothing to me. The Umbrum are destined to dominate, and I will not be restrained by your narrow-minded views.”

Celestia, without warning, stepped forward and smacked Sombra across the face with a wooden stick she had conjured from thin air. The sound of the blow echoed in the palace.

“Hey! What the—” Sombra’s eyes widened in shock as he instinctively grabbed his cheek, feeling the sting of the impact. He stared at Celestia, confused and offended, his hand still clutching the spot where she had hit him.

“You’re acting like a complete idiot,” Celestia said with a smirk, her younger voice carrying a teasing lilt. Her expression showed no sympathy as she raised an eyebrow at his indignation.

Sombra’s confusion quickly morphed into fury. “You—! You’ve got no right to—!” He started to shout, throwing curses and insults at Celestia, but before he could finish, she calmly smacked him again—this time with her hoof, right across the head. The force of the blow left him momentarily stunned.

Celestia chuckled at his expense.

“Y'know, I’ve been working on a new system of re-education,” she said with a grin. “It’s going to be a big hit. I’m calling it the Redemption Program... and I think you’ll make the perfect test subject.”

Sombra’s face twisted in outrage. “Test subject?! That’s even worse!”

Celestia laughed as if she hadn’t heard his objection. “You’ll thank me one day.”

Just as he was about to protest further, Luna stepped foward. She was blushing faintly, and her blue eyes shimmered with sincerity as she stood close to him—too close for Sombra’s comfort.

“It’s for your own good,” she murmured softly, her voice gentle. “I want us to be friends... forever. So, best luck!”

Sombra’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t used to this side of Luna, the caring, almost tender side. The way she looked at him made his chest tighten, his pulse quickening. He could feel the heat rising to his face as he stared at her, completely caught off guard by the proximity. His usually sharp mind blanked, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Luna’s sincerity, her closeness, it all left him feeling... vulnerable. Why was his heart pounding like this?

But before he could process the strange new sensation bubbling up inside him, Celestia’s voice interrupted, sharp and commanding.

“What are you doing with my sister?” she snapped, storming over to separate them. Celestia grabbed and pulled him away from Luna, her protective instincts flaring.

Luna stepped back, slightly flustered, her blush deepening. Sombra, still dazed from Luna’s closeness and Celestia’s intervention, barely had time to react before Celestia started dragging him away.

“Come on, we’re starting the first phase of the Redemption Program!” Celestia declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Sombra’s eyes widened in panic.

“Wait—what?! No! Nooooooo!” he shouted as he was pulled further away from Luna, his voice echoing through the palace.

Suddenly, the dream shattered, and Sombra jerked awake, his head snapping up from the desk. His heart was still pounding from the dream—or rather, the memory. He stared at the papers in front of him, disoriented, his mind racing.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. The images of his younger self, of Luna, and of Celestia’s teasing grin lingered in his mind. He could still feel the faint warmth on his cheek where Luna had stood too close, her words echoing in his head. Since that moment, he was able to regain the right path and was a good king for generations. Even he couldn’t believe he had lived for so long. By that time, his own powers had already corrupted his body's functions. He couldn’t even confirm if he was immortal; he was afraid that a single needle could pierce him and turn him to dust.

Sombra sighed, running a hoof through his thick, dark mane. That was so long ago, he reminded himself, though the dream had reignited something deep within him—something he hadn’t felt in years. Back then, Luna had made him feel special, like he was more than just a shadow of the past. But now... now he couldn’t stop thinking about another pony, and it was consuming his thoughts in a way he hadn’t expected.

Two days later

Sombra stared blankly at the clutter of papers on his desk, his mind struggling to process the seemingly endless bureaucracy of running the Crystal Empire. Every moment in his office felt like an eternity—signing decrees, reviewing security reports, and addressing complaints from the nobility. His mane was slightly disheveled from hours spent hunched over paperwork, and his eyes were heavy with fatigue.

As he reached for the next stack of documents, there was a knock at the door. A crystal pony servant entered, bowing politely.

"King, a letter from Princess Celestia," the servant said, offering him a scroll sealed with the familiar royal emblem.

Sombra’s eye twitched involuntarily. Celestia again? He already had more than enough to deal with. With a sigh, he took the letter, breaking the seal with his magic, already bracing for whatever condescending message she had to offer.

Unfurling the scroll, he began to read:

Dear Sombra,
I hope this letter finds you up to your ears in paperwork—just the way I like to imagine you! A little birdie told me you’ve been swamped with all those administrative duties, and I must admit, the thought brought a smile to my face.
But as much as I enjoy imagining you buried under piles of official documents, I’ve decided to show you some mercy. I’m sending some help.
You may be familiar with her—my brilliant, most capable student, Twilight Sparkle.
She’s rather... excited about visiting the Crystal Empire again, though between you and me, part of the reason I’m sending her is that I need her away from me-I mean from Canterlot for a while.
She’ll be arriving soon. I trust you’ll find her assistance... helpful. Don't care If you don't.
Yours sincerely,
Celestia

Sombra’s heart sank as he read the letter. His magic gripped the scroll tighter, crumpling the edges slightly. Twilight Sparkle? Celestia’s prized pupil. Of all the ponies Celestia could send, why her?

His thoughts immediately drifted back to the other Twilight. The Twilight from the alternate dimension—the one he had tried so hard to forget. Being around this Twilight Sparkle would only remind him of her. And that was something he couldn’t afford right now. He was trying to move on, to push those memories aside, but now, with Twilight coming here... it would be impossible.

And it wasn’t just that. There was something about this Twilight that made him uneasy. While the Twilight from the other world had been warm and understanding, this Twilight always seemed more... clinical, more focused on her duties. Her presence would no doubt stir up memories and feelings he didn’t want to confront.

As he read further, a postscript in clumsy, crooked writing caught his eye:

P.S. Luna here! I saw your latest dream—oh, it brought back so many memories! I couldn’t stop laughing. You were so serious back then, and it’s still funny to think about. Good times!
<3

Beneath Luna’s message was a crude drawing of a heart, drawn in a way that suggested she was barely trying to be serious.

Sombra stared at the heart, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment and annoyance. Of course Luna saw that dream Even when I told her to not. He grumbled under his breath, crumpling part of the letter in his hoof. The thought of her laughing at his memories of their youth only made things worse.

What is Celestia thinking? he grumbled to himself. This Twilight will only make things worse. She would ask too many questions, she’d want to "help" in ways that would only complicate everything. And worst of all, every glance at her would remind him of the Twilight he had left behind in the other dimension—the one he still hadn’t been able to forget.

With frustration bubbling inside him, Sombra quickly grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, determined to put a stop to this.

Dear Celestia,
Under no circumstances should Twilight—

Before he could finish, a loud knock echoed through the room. The quill paused in midair as he turned his gaze toward the door.

Someone was outside.

To be continued...