Dream's Fading Shadow

by Yogurtlove

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mystery, Romance, Adventure, King Sombra, Alternate Universe, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 31046

After saving the Crystal Empire and defeating King Sombra, Twilight began having constant nightmares about...

Her breath came in jagged bursts, her heart constricting in her chest, yanking her from slumber in the dead of night. This was all too familiar.

The nightmare, relentless and haunting, pounded at her mind with an ordeal she desperately wished to forget.

A monster that clung to her tenaciously, refusing to fade away. It wasn’t the first time, and regrettably, it wouldn’t be the last.

Published 2024-08-27 13:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-10 23:30:33 UTC

Chapter 16

Voices from Beyond Part II

He couldn't sleep anymore, not even try. Was he really being deprived of his only pleasure? It seemed so. Since the last time he helped that pony escape before one of his versions tormented her, even though he said he wouldn't intervene, he did. That's why you should never trust someone like him; he never kept his promises.

But today he wouldn’t do the same. He had sworn to God and the Devil. Today, he just wanted to sleep. And, sure enough, he couldn't sleep. But something bothered him: there it was again, the same presence. He had no choice but to get up. With the routine he had? Better to let him sleep.

He watched the pony approach. He just observed her, because he had said, “Today, I won’t do anything.” The pony approached him without fear. Why do people think that if a dog doesn’t bite once, it won’t bite the next time?

"Who are you?" she asked. He thought maybe she just liked asking that question.

He decided to growl a little. After all, she was the only entertainment available, and the others weren’t around, so why not do the dirty work today?

She talked and talked, mentioning that he "needed help." The truth was, he wouldn’t have minded some help. At some point, her constant chatter disturbed his mind, so he decided to leave. How would she wake up from the sleep? Well, darkness would take care of that.

He returned to his usual place, wondering why that pony talked so much and why she worried so much about him when she clearly needed help.

"Why don’t you just ask for help? Why do you think you can do everything on your own?" he thought as he tried to fall asleep.

Sombra couldn't sleep; in fact, he had lost track of time. In this place, time was a meaningless concept. He didn’t know if it was night or day. Everything was enveloped in impenetrable darkness, even for him.

The pony returned the next day, though Sombra was not surprised. What did strike him as odd was the absence of his previous versions. Those cocoons had disappeared as if they had never existed.

The pony was shouting, demanding that he show himself. "I want to talk to you!" she insisted. Sombra wondered if something had changed in her. He no longer perceived the same fear in her voice. His curiosity, dormant over time, was now awakened.

Finally, he decided to reveal himself to the pony.

“Weren’t your eyes green?” she asked, with a mix of doubt and challenge.

Sombra blinked, confused. His eyes? He had never cared much about them. Had they been remnants of his old magic? Now, however, his eyes were the deep red they had always been.

With growing curiosity, he moved closer to the pony. She was tiny compared to him, a fragile creature, like a bunny facing a relentless predator.

"You’re very tall... and strong..." she murmured, almost as if thinking out loud.

Sombra looked at her in bewilderment. Was that a compliment? He wasn’t sure. No one had ever complimented him before, at least not in that way. The only "praises" he remembered were the ones he gave himself or those born from the fear he inspired. But this? He felt a slight pang in his chest.

"Heart, are you still there?" he wondered, perplexed. This feeling was new, strange. Was his ego swelling from these unexpected praises, or...?

"What do you want from me?" Twilight asked, her voice trembling slightly as she didn't get an answer. She looked at him intently, trying to maintain her bravery, challenging him with her gaze. Sombra noticed something inside him starting to change. Forgotten feelings were stirring within him.

He decided to have a little fun. With no versions of himself around to bother her, why not take on that role himself? He leaned in slowly, bringing his face close to Twilight's ear. She shivered, her body trembling at the gesture. How amusing.

"What—what are you doing?" she asked, taking a step back, her confusion growing with Sombra's proximity.

Sombra smiled, delighting in her reaction. It was a game, one he was enjoying more than he had anticipated.

What if I try something else? Sombra thought, a spark of mischief lighting up his mind.

Suddenly, Sombra moved even closer, and in an unexpected move, he licked the pony's ear.

“What?!” Twilight exclaimed, recoiling sharply, her face flushing with indignation and embarrassment. What was this thing doing? “I—I don’t want to play with you! If you need something from me, just tell me. Stop tormenting me!” she shouted, frustrated.

Sombra watched her, fascinated. Now he understood why his other versions had so much fun with her. Twilight was the type of pony you could bother endlessly, and it only got more entertaining.

Suddenly, Sombra pulled away, feeling a wave of doubt. What the heck am I thinking? In the end, he was doing the same thing as his other versions. Was he not different from them? he wondered, uneasy. No, he wasn’t like them... was he?

"What’s wrong with you?" Twilight asked, concern in her voice.

Sombra quickly moved away from her, unable to continue. He was confused, disoriented. He opened his mouth, trying to tell her that the time was up, that the dream was over, but once again, no sound came out.

She was here again, once more. As always, she bombarded him with questions, as if she were in an endless interrogation. He tried to annoy her in various ways: hugging her, snuggling up to her, or even licking her. He was having so much fun with the game. Until, inevitably, she had to leave.

"Am I having fun? Have my emotions returned?" Sombra wondered if it was true, but he wasn't entirely convinced.

Every time Twilight left the dream, he lost all his emotions again. Nothing mattered. Did being with her somehow influence his feelings? Not only that, but he could feel his limbs when he hugged her, he could sense her body warmth—he felt something.

There was something else. When she entered this surreal reality, Sombra could transform his surroundings. He could turn the dark space into whatever he wanted at that moment, but only when she was there. Perhaps the pony's magic was the core of this power.

One day, when he felt her presence in the dream, he decided to do something different. He covered the dark sky with thousands of stars—stars he had once seen, perhaps a long time ago.

to be continued.

Chapter 1

Author's Note

Hi everyone! 😊 I just wanted to let you know that I'm not a native English speaker, and I'm using a web translator to translate this story. So, if you find any mistakes, whether grammatical or otherwise, I apologize! Feel free to correct me if you'd like! 🌟

Chapter 1

Shadows in the Dreamscape

“Are you really not coming, Twilight?” Spike asked with a voice full of concern as he closed the small suitcase. The sound of the train horn and the bustling station heightened the tension of the moment.

“Spike, the party is for you. You need to go and enjoy yourself,” Twilight replied with a smile, trying to appear calm.

Since Spike had saved the Crystal Empire, he had been celebrated as a hero, and although they had already organized a party for him, the inhabitants of the empire wanted more. This time, a two-week festival in his honor, where he would serve as a judge in various activities, was the least the little dragon deserved.

“But Twilight!” Spike insisted, not wanting to leave her alone. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? You know, with the... nightmares.” The last words were barely a whisper, but Twilight flinched.

“Spike...” Twilight murmured, looking down.

Since their return to Ponyville after the defeat of King Sombra, Twilight's nights had been restless.

She would wake up in the middle of the night, pale and frightened, disturbing both Spike and Owlowiscious. Although she wanted Spike to enjoy a well-deserved rest, she didn’t want him to carry her worry.

The final boarding call echoed through the station. The last passengers were starting to board, but Spike remained motionless, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

“Spike, I’ll be fine, okay?” Twilight said, trying to reassure him. “Besides, I slept really well last night.”

Spike knew that wasn’t true. The nightmares hadn’t stopped; Twilight had simply spent the night awake, staring at the ceiling of her room, trying to avoid another terrifying dream.

“Alright, Twilight...” Spike finally relented, hugging her with a loving but weak gesture. Then he climbed aboard the train and looked back at her through the window.

“I’ll be back soon, Twilight! Two weeks!” he exclaimed as the train began to move slowly.

Twilight returned his smile, convinced that Spike was overreacting. After all, it was only two weeks—what could possibly happen in that short time?

Sighing, she started her way back home, to the Golden Oak Library.. Now, the real challenge was to uncover the reason for her insomnia, although deep down she already knew the answer. It was those horrible nightmares, which she forgot the details of upon waking but always left a sense of oppression in her chest. Despite the moonlight filtering through the window, all she saw was darkness.

Night had fallen, and Twilight was alone in her room, accompanied only by the faint light of the moon filtering through the window. Although calm reigned, her mind was a whirlwind of questions and doubts. She didn’t want to sleep, but it didn’t seem so bad to close her eyes for a moment.

Nights in Equestria were usually peaceful, but for Twilight, they had become a constant struggle against unsettling shadows.

A shiver ran down her spine as she watched the nightfall. The silence of the night was not peaceful but oppressive, as if something was whispering around her, tempting her with almost imperceptible murmurs.

She wrapped herself tighter in her blanket, trying to shield herself from the growing sense of insecurity. The night stretched out like a thin mist, full of dangerous secrets.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that her blanket, her bed, and her room had vanished. A feeling of bewilderment overwhelmed her as she looked around in disbelief. She found herself in a place resembling a forest, but everything was enveloped in such dense darkness that even the moonlight couldn’t penetrate it. Feeling the need to move, she began to walk slowly, guided only by her intuition, until she finally reached a small pond that faintly reflected the moon’s glow.

Suddenly, an unsettling sound broke the silence: a soft growl echoing in the darkness. Twilight tensed, every muscle alert.

“Who’s there?” she shouted, her voice a mix of fear and determination.

The tension filled the air as her voice echoed in the darkness. Her eyes scanned every shadow, every corner, but she found only silence, as if the growl had been an illusion. Yet, the sound came again, louder... and closer.

A chill ran through her as she saw what emerged from the shadows: a creature made of pure darkness, with ghostly green eyes staring at her malevolently.

“What... what are you?” Twilight whispered, trying to keep her voice steady as she tried to understand the terrifying entity before her.

The creature remained silent, its eyes glowing with an intensity that made Twilight feel a knot in her stomach.

It seemed as if the entity was moving its snout, as if trying to speak, but no sound came from its mouth. Twilight frowned, trying to hear something, anything. And although she didn’t hear any words, a strange sensation took hold of her: a plea, a cry for help that she couldn’t quite understand.

“I don’t understand...” she said softly, taking a small step toward the creature, keeping her guard up. But before she could get any closer, the entity faded into the darkness as if it had never been there.

“Wait... don’t go!” she cried, her voice echoing in the stillness of the night. But there was no response. Only silence.

Twilight woke up suddenly, breathing heavily and her heart racing. Owlowiscious, her faithful companion, fluttered around her worriedly, his large eyes reflecting his owner’s anxiety. When had she fallen asleep? She wondered, still disoriented. Had it all been just a dream?

She slowly sat up in bed, trying to collect her thoughts. The sensation in her chest was so real that it seemed to resist leaving her, as if the nightmare clung to her even after she had woken up.

“What... what was that?” Twilight exclaimed, her voice trembling with confusion. Her outburst made Owlowiscious flinch in the air, startled by his friend’s alarmed tone.

Twilight jumped out of bed, her mind still trapped in the terrifying vision. She didn’t want to go back to sleep, fearing facing that image again. But there was something in the eyes of that dark figure, a desperate gleam that seemed to plead for her to come closer. Could it be that someone, or something, was trying to communicate with her through her dreams?

The idea wasn’t that far-fetched. Twilight, being who she was, couldn’t just ignore the possibility. She rushed to her desk, sifting through scrolls and scattering piles of books. She flipped through pages frantically, searching for any reference to dream communication. But despite her efforts, she found nothing that gave her a clue.

The night passed as she reviewed one ancient tome after another, her tired eyes scanning each word with a mix of anxiety and hope. But she found nothing. No answer to explain what she had experienced. Frustration began to invade her, but beyond that, worry grew.

What had that dream been? And why did she feel that, in some way, it was more than just a simple nightmare?

to be continued.

Chapter 2

The Ominous Presence

“It’s just that... the nightmare feels so real...” Twilight murmured as she sat across from Rarity, pouring tea into small cups.

The dark circles under her eyes had deepened, and her appearance deteriorated with each passing minute. Another sleepless night had passed without finding any clues about the strange dream that tormented her.

Rarity had come to visit, hoping that some company might ease her friend's distress. But things weren’t going as expected. Applejack was overwhelmed with work on the farm, Pinkie Pie had been called to the Crystal Empire Festival to organize parties, and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were traveling. Even Rarity, with her tight schedule of orders, had made an effort to be there, worried about Spike's recent absence and Twilight's growing anxiety.

“Oh, dear, that sounds like a terrible nightmare. Have you asked Princess Luna for help?” Rarity asked with a tone of genuine concern, observing the evident deterioration on her friend's face as she sat across from her.

“Yes, I did. She tried to enter my dreams, but...” Twilight drifted off, remembering the conversation she had with Princess Luna a few days earlier when Spike was still at home.

“I’ve never experienced anything like this... It’s truly baffling,” Princess Luna admitted, her voice reflecting an unusual weariness.

“What do you mean, princess?” Twilight asked, feeling her anxiety grow.

“Twilight,” Princess Luna spoke with a firmness that was uncommon for her, “it’s normal to sometimes wake up not remembering your dreams, even if they occurred. But I... have the ability to access them and uncover hidden truths. However, last night, when I tried to enter your dreams, I encountered something very strange…”

“Did you manage to find out what’s causing the nightmares?” Hope reflected in Twilight’s eyes, wishing the cause was something as simple as stress. But Luna’s response left her breathless.

“Twilight...” Princess Luna hesitated before continuing. “I saw nothing.”

“How is that possible?” Twilight could barely believe what she was hearing.

“I saw nothing,” Luna repeated, her expression disturbed. “I entered your dreams and found a void. There was no trace of a nightmare, no dream, only darkness. And a presence...ominous, which seemed ready to devour me if I stayed there any longer"

Rarity remained silent, stunned, as Twilight recounted Princess Luna’s explanation. A shiver ran down her spine as she tried to process the gravity of the situation.

“A dark void?” Rarity asked, her voice trembling. “And an ominous presence? What could be so powerful that even Princess Luna can’t see your dreams? Please tell me this is some kind of joke. This is absolutely terrible! We have to do something!”

Though Twilight appreciated her friend’s concern, she felt she should face this alone. After everything that happened in the Crystal Empire with King Sombra, she believed her friends deserved a break from problems and conflicts.

“Thank you, really, Rarity... but this isn’t affecting me that much, just taking away some hours of sleep,” Twilight smiled, trying to downplay it, though she knew it wasn’t true. In her mind, she had already decided to bear this burden alone. “Besides, you know the girls are very busy with their own matters.”

But Rarity wasn’t easily deceived. She knew Twilight too well not to see the truth behind her words.

“Oh, darling, don’t try to minimize it. You look exhausted!” Rarity exclaimed, her eyes full of worry. “You’ve lost color, your eyes are dark and sunken, and you’re clearly struggling to stay awake. This isn’t just ‘some hours’ of sleep!”

Twilight tried to respond, but Rarity interrupted her firmly.

“You’re not being reasonable! You can’t just downplay it and expect everything to fix itself. You look like a walking corpse!” Rarity continued, her voice more worried with each word. “This is serious! You could collapse at any moment. You can’t ignore it and pretend it’s not a big problem! We’re your friends; we want to help. Don’t try to handle this on your own.”

Twilight smiled softly. Although she wanted to solve the problem by herself, she felt a bit regretful for having shared it. Now she just wanted to reassure Rarity somehow.

“I’ll figure it out, Rarity. And if at any point I feel like I can’t handle it alone, I’ll ask for help, okay?”

Rarity looked at her intently, searching for any sign of doubt in her words, but eventually sighed and nodded.

“Alright, but please promise me you’ll come to me or the others if it gets worse. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“I will, don’t worry...” Twilight assured, grateful for her friend’s loyalty.

“And remember, we’re here for you, always. You don’t have to face everything alone. You’re our friend, and you’ll never be a burden to us.”

Later that night, after Rarity had left, anxiety overtook Twilight once again. Despite Rarity’s concern, she had no intention of going to bed. She immersed herself in an old book, searching for answers, but exhaustion began to take its toll. The words blurred before her eyes, and she read the same sentence repeatedly without comprehension.

Finally, after hours of struggling against sleep, she gave in.

“Maybe the best way to find out the cause is to experience it... again,” she murmured as she prepared to go to bed. She knew she would face something terrible, but she also knew she had to do it.

She lay down in bed, closed the window, allowing Owlowiscious to go out and hunt insects in the night. Then, she closed her eyes, letting exhaustion quickly pull her into sleep.

In her dream, she found herself surrounded by dense darkness, as if the void itself wanted to consume her. But this time, Twilight felt no fear, only a deep determination. She knew she had to confront whatever resided in that darkness.

The creature’s bright eyes watched her from a distance, and Twilight, instead of retreating, advanced toward them.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice firm, though a part of her trembled at the unknown.

The creature didn’t respond, but it didn’t attack either. It only growled, a low and threatening sound, like a stray dog refusing to attack but continuing to warn.

“Why are you here?” Twilight continued, moving a little closer. The growl faded, and the creature approached, emerging from the shadows. Its form was barely visible, but its eyes remained fixed on her.

Twilight held her breath, trying to maintain her composure. She knew she was in danger, but something inside her told her that this was the key to understanding what was happening.

“Please,” she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. “If you need help, tell me how I can assist you.”

The creature seemed to consider her words. Its eyes shone with increased intensity, as if evaluating her, and for a moment, Twilight felt as if she had reached some sort of understanding.

But before she could say more, the creature vanished, leaving her alone in the darkness. A loud ringing filled her mind, and the sensation of being pulled into the ground intensified. As her limbs faded into the abyss of shadows, Twilight felt a growing panic.

“Help!” she shouted, desperate, with half of her body already sinking into the void of shadows.

Her cries echoed in the darkness, but soon the sound of her own voice faded, drowned by the emptiness.

“Ah!” Twilight exclaimed, waking abruptly, finding herself on the floor, wrapped in her sheets. The moon still shone high in the sky; only a few minutes had passed since she had fallen asleep.

She sighed, frustrated. The experiment had been a complete failure.

to be continued.

Chapter 3

Daylight's Trial

On the third day since Spike had left, Twilight seemed ready to fall asleep at any moment. With the failure of the previous night still weighing on her mind, she could barely stay awake as she jotted down all the details of the recent nightmare on a small whiteboard.

“This, this too...” she murmured in a dull voice, yawning. “I wonder if Spike has arrived yet...” she said, her mind drifting.

She had managed to establish a small connection with the entity in her dreams, although it wasn’t enough. She considered whether she should share this new information with someone, perhaps her friends, Princess Luna, or even Princess Celestia. But she still felt the need to investigate further before alarming others.

“Just a little longer...” she told herself, determined not to give up.

In the morning, she had finally found something. A book that specifically discussed dreams. It contained many interesting things, but nothing really helpful—there was nothing about dream demons, communication between dreams from other realities. However, there was one particular page that read:

Normally, when we dream, we have this "dream body"—it's not a real body but one we create to project ourselves in our dreams. The dream body usually represents what...

But she couldn’t read the rest because the page with the remaining information was torn. It was frustrating, but she refused to give up. Despite the setback, she remained determined, continuing her quest to uncover the truth.

Then an idea crossed her mind: What if she tried sleeping during the day instead of at night? Could it be that the darkness of night was affecting the intensity of her nightmares? She had never tried taking a nap at midday. She looked at the clock; it was already noon, and she didn’t even remember having lunch.

“...Maybe it’s worth a try,” she murmured, stifling another yawn.

Instead of going to her bedroom, she decided to change the setting. She dragged a small armchair into the living room and settled into it, trying to find a comfortable position. As soon as she reclined, the gentle embrace of the chair lulled her into a deep sleep.

Once again, the black void enveloped Twilight, but this time something was different. She no longer felt the same overwhelming sensation of being devoured by darkness. To her surprise, the ground materialized beneath her hooves, solid and cold, sending a shiver through her.

“I know you’re here. Show yourself!” she said with renewed firmness, her patience wearing thin.

In the dream, Twilight felt alive, in control. But in the real world, she was trapped and exhausted. If this experiment was successful, perhaps she could adjust her sleep schedule and find a solution.

“I want to talk to you!” she exclaimed, looking around for the figure that had been tormenting her.

The creature didn’t take long to appear, but this time, Twilight could see it more clearly. It was not just a shadow. Its fur was as black as ebony, contrasting with the sharp white fangs that gleamed in the gloom, and its red eyes glowed intensely.

“Weren’t your eyes green?” Twilight asked, recalling the green glow she had seen before. Something about that gaze seemed strangely familiar.

The creature didn’t respond. Instead, it slowly rose and began to approach her. Twilight was surprised; until now, she had always been the one to approach the creature.

When the beast was close enough, Twilight had to look up to meet its eyes. It was enormous, at least twice her height, and its presence was intimidating.

“You’re... very tall,” Twilight murmured, astonished by its size. “And strong...”

The creature’s breath was palpable near her, and although it didn’t unsettle her, the situation was disturbing. What did this beast want from her? Why hadn’t it attacked her yet?

“What do you want from me?” Twilight asked, trying to decipher its intentions.

The creature growled softly and brought its face close to Twilight’s ear, causing her to shiver. The sound was strange but didn’t seem threatening.

“What—what are you doing?” she asked, moving away slightly, confused by the proximity of the being.

Suddenly, the creature came even closer, and in an unexpected move, it licked Twilight’s ear.

“What?!” Twilight exclaimed, recoiling sharply, her face flushing with indignation and embarrassment. What was this thing doing? “I—I don’t want to play with you! If you need something from me, just tell me. Stop tormenting me!” she shouted, frustrated.

The creature observed her with a mix of curiosity and amusement, showing no signs of remorse. Slowly, it began to walk toward her again, casting an imposing shadow over the unicorn.

Twilight narrowed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst. But the creature stopped suddenly, fixing its gaze on her.

“What’s wrong?” Twilight asked, seeing how the creature seemed to hesitate.

The beast stared at her intensely before taking a few steps back. It opened its mouth as if to say something, but to Twilight’s surprise, no sound emerged.

Twilight opened her eyes and, to her astonishment, felt no pressure in her chest nor was her breathing agitated. This time, only a slight frustration overwhelmed her. She fell to the floor from the armchair, sighing deeply. What did that creature want from her? Help? Or was it just playing with her?

“Another failure...” she murmured, exhausted. But something troubled her. Why was there no sunlight in the room? She quickly got up and ran to a nearby window. She couldn’t believe what she saw.

“It can’t be!” she exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and joy in her voice.

It was nighttime. Maybe not very late, but the sun had already set. She had slept deeply and uninterruptedly!

“How many hours did I sleep...? Four, five? Who cares, I slept!” she told herself, excited but quickly containing her enthusiasm to avoid alerting the entire neighborhood.

Twilight laughed softly, feeling the tension of the past days beginning to dissipate. She leaned on the window, watching the sun set.

“I guess it was a success...” she murmured, smiling slightly as her eyes remained fixed on the sunset.

to be continued.

Chapter 4

Unlikely Sanctuary

“Twilight…” Applejack said, adjusting her hat as she looked at the unicorn with a puzzled expression.

“Twilight!” she exclaimed again, this time with more urgency, causing Twilight to startle.

“Yes?” Twilight responded, blinking a few times and focusing her attention on Applejack.

“I’ve been talking to you for a while. Didn’t you hear me?” Applejack asked, noticing her friend’s distracted behavior with concern.

Applejack had managed to carve out a slot in her busy schedule to visit Twilight. The last time she spoke with Rarity, she mentioned Twilight’s strange behavior.

“I’m sorry, I was a bit…” Twilight stammered, trying to clear her thoughts.

“Distracted? Yeah, I noticed,” Applejack said with an amused smile at her friend’s absent-minded demeanor. “And here I thought you’d be ‘busy’ today… or have you forgotten about me, group organizer?” Applejack teased with a playful tone.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Twilight asked, trying to regain her composure.

“I was saying that if you’re having trouble sleeping, you might want to try this,” Applejack said, pulling out a bottle with yellow liquid from her bag. She placed it on the table and slid it toward Twilight. “When Apple Bloom can’t sleep, a spoonful of this and she’s out like a light!” she explained with a satisfied smile, proud of her remedy.

Twilight examined the bottle with curiosity but then looked up at Applejack.

“Thanks, I’ll give it a try…” she said appreciatively.

Although she wasn’t actually distracted from lack of sleep, having only slept four hours the previous day, she was quite content with that. The progress on her experiment kept her energized, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the creature’s actions: its closeness, its breath, its growls, and the temperature of its tongue when it licked her, its touch. All of this made her feel...

“There you go, distracted again,” Applejack said, pulling her out of her thoughts and startling her. Realizing what she was thinking about, Twilight felt even more embarrassed. Was she going crazy? Lack of sleep was affecting her more than she realized.

Applejack moved closer with a worried expression and examined Twilight closely.

“Do you have a fever? You’re as red as a tomato!” she said firmly and with concern in her voice.

This only made Twilight more embarrassed. Sweat, disheveled, dark circles under her eyes, and now, possibly insane? She quickly tried to excuse herself, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a spoonful of horrible-tasting liquid on her tongue.

“Take it already! You really need to rest, sugarcube!” Applejack said, holding the spoon in Twilight’s mouth. “You even have a fever from lack of sleep.”

Applejack forced the spoonful of liquid from the bottle into Twilight’s throat, her concern outweighing any sense of politeness.

“There ya go! TThat's enough to knock out a draft stallion. Now, lie down and rest, you hear me?" she commanded firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Twilight felt a gag; the taste was horrible, much worse than it seemed. Her tongue twisted and she shook her head, trying to endure the flavor. She looked up at Applejack and forced a smile.

“...Yeah, I’ll do that…” she said with effort, grateful for her friend’s concern.

Applejack chuckled softly, seeing Twilight's struggle with the taste.

"Ah know, it ain't the most pleasant medicine, but it'll do ya a world a' good," she said, her concern for her friend apparent. "Get some rest, and I'll stop by tomorrow to check on ya, make sure yer feeling better."

With that said, Applejack began to gather her things, preparing to leave Twilight's home.

As she did, she said, "And don't go forgetting to take more of that tonic before bed either. You need sleep, honey."

Applejack gave Twilight a playful wink before leaving through the door, leaving Twilight alone with her thoughts. The room was now filled with a strange silence, broken only by the occasional sound of a small nocturnal animal outside.

01:00 PM

The clock struck one in the afternoon. Twilight sat in the chair with a pile of books scattered around her, but she wasn’t really reading them. Her mind was still immersed in confusing and recurring thoughts. With a casual yawn, the medicine was starting to take effect.

“What’s happening to me?” she wondered as she covered her face with a book, a slight blush on her cheeks. “Maybe it’s a fever from lack of sleep… ugh…” she sighed resignedly.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of claws scraping against a surface. Looking up, she noticed Owlowiscious outside the window, trying to get in. With a flash of magic, Twilight’s horn opened the window and the owl extended its wings to enter, perching near her.

“What do you have there?” Twilight asked, noticing a rolled-up paper on the animal’s leg.

She took the paper and read it. Seeing the first few words, she was surprised. It was a letter from Spike. Finally, after days with no news, she received a message from the little dragon. She couldn’t help but feel like a concerned mother for her child.

The letter was brief but full of positive energy. Spike mentioned he was having fun in the Crystal Empire and, in a small section at the end, asked if Twilight was okay. Spike’s concern was clearly disguised as curiosity, but Twilight understood the intention behind his words.

“Oh, Spike…” Twilight murmured, feeling the affection in the dragon’s words.

With a flick of magic, the paper and ink floated toward her. She dipped the quill and began writing a short reply, just to assure him that she was okay and that he should continue enjoying himself.

“Take this to him, okay, Owlowiscious?” she said, placing the note on the owl’s leg. Owlowiscious gave a small hoot in response before taking flight with the letter.

Twilight closed the window and smiled slightly, thinking about the little dragon.

“I hope he’s having a good time,” she said aloud. Though she had originally been invited too, only Pinkie Pie attended the festival.

The others couldn’t go due to work or personal commitments. She, however, didn’t go not just because of the nightmares that plagued her. Though she didn’t want to talk about it, the last time she was in the Crystal Empire, what happened with King Sombra still troubled her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about that being at first, how it had infiltrated her mind so easily. The fear she felt initially, and the nightmares that followed, kept her in a state of constant unease.

“There’s no use thinking about it now…” she said, turning with determination. “Alright, it’s time to sleep.” With renewed resolve, she prepared to try sleeping once more.

It was the same as always: floating in space, descending onto a dark floor, and searching for the being from whom she sought answers.

This time, he was already there, as if waiting for her. They were face to face, and the distance between them had notably decreased.

The creature didn’t take long to move closer, emitting a low, almost playful growl that surprised Twilight. It wasn’t an angry sound, but rather… amused?

Suddenly, its tongue barely brushed against the pony’s cheek, and the unexpected touch made Twilight blush, confused and somewhat flustered.

“You, again! What are you trying to do? Have you no shame?” Twilight exclaimed, her voice trembling between frustration and confusion.

The beast, however, moved closer. Its eyes were fixed on Twilight’s face, and for a moment, it seemed almost… admiring?

“Why are you acting like this?” Twilight asked, not taking her eyes off the creature. “Don’t you see that you’re confusing me?”

Twilight’s frustration grew. The creature clearly seemed to enjoy her agitation, delighting in the reactions it provoked. The beast advanced, its imposing figure overshadowing Twilight’s small stature. It let out a satisfied growl, slowly licking its lips while watching her.

“You don’t have to play games with me like this!” Twilight complained, taking a step back. “What is it that you really want?”

The creature continued to watch her, its eyes filled with curiosity and something else… intimate? Slowly, it leaned toward her, its huge form completely towering over her. Without warning, the beast wrapped its strong arms around her, lifting her off the ground and cradling her against its broad chest.

Twilight’s eyes widened in surprise. Her small figure felt tiny against the creature’s solid body. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and something unknown while trapped in the beast’s firm embrace. She could feel the creature’s heartbeat resonating against hers, its body’s warmth wrapping her in a contradictory sense of comfort.

“What are you doing?!” Twilight gasped, trying to regain her composure. “Why are you holding me like this?!”

Twilight struggled to understand her own reactions. She had never felt so vulnerable, yet so protected in the presence of another being. The creature’s embrace, which had initially seemed intimidating, now felt almost… protective.

“This is… weird,” Twilight murmured, her voice trembling. “I’ve never felt this way before. Why do I feel… safe, even though I should be afraid?”

Gradually, Twilight began to relax in the beast’s arms. Its strength and size, which had initially frightened her, now felt comforting. The creature held her close, its warmth and the steady rhythm of its heartbeat creating a bubble of safety in which Twilight allowed herself to rest. Almost unconsciously, she nestled her head against the creature’s chest, a soft murmur of satisfaction escaping her lips.

“Is this… what you wanted?” Twilight whispered, speaking to herself. “Aren’t you going to hurt me? Why are you in my dreams?”

But then, the creature began to pull away slowly.

Twilight felt a pang of disappointment as the beast withdrew. She had grown accustomed to its embrace, finding an unexpected comfort in it. She was surprised to miss the closeness of its strong arms, the steady heartbeat against hers.

“Don’t go,” Twilight murmured, looking up with a confused and longing expression. “Why are you pulling away? Why are you leaving me now?”

She looked up at the creature. As usual, it began to open its mouth and move it, but, as always, no sound came out.

She opened her eyes again and looked at the clock. It was midnight, and that was new. She had slept more this time, about 11 hours, but for some reason, she felt even more tired than before. A new theory popped into her mind.

“What if it’s a demon that’s draining my energy?” she murmured while looking at the ceiling, considering the idea seriously. Then she snorted and laughed at the silliness of what she had just said.

to be continued

Chapter 5

A Taste of Revelation

“—You could talk to me! I know you can!” Twilight said with a pout on her lips.

The creature was lying next to her, its expression showing a hint of annoyance at the pony’s persistence. It growled at her from time to time, as if that might silence her, but it was useless.

It was another day, another dream.

Twilight no longer felt any fear, not even a little, so she started trying other methods.

“Come on, don’t be so...” she was interrupted when she felt a warm touch on her cheek. It had licked her again. Instinctively, Twilight took a few steps back, almost crawling.

“W-what! I told you not to do that again!” she exclaimed but fell silent, keeping her distance.

The creature smiled, visibly satisfied. They were both getting used to each other’s presence, and the creature couldn’t help being a little mischievous with the pony from time to time.

“If you don’t want to answer, fine...” Twilight said, adding in a softer tone. “But we can’t keep this up forever...”

The being simply observed her, sighed, and then got up.

“You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?” Twilight asked, already anticipating what was about to happen.

The creature seemed to smile to the side, entertained, before opening its mouth and moving it as if about to say a word.

Twilight woke up with a sigh of frustration.

“What a childish creature...” she murmured, disappointed and a little annoyed. “But at least I’ve made a lot of progress. I need to do more research and...”

A growl.

Her stomach roared so loudly that it startled her. When was the last time she had had a proper lunch? Lately, she only ate occasional snacks before diving into her research.

“Maybe I should... take a break...” she said to herself as she got out of bed and stretched. “It’s late, I should head to Sugarcube Corner.”

Twilight Sparkle pushed open the door of Sugarcube Corner, entering with a mix of relief and anticipation. The sweet aroma of cakes and cupcakes immediately enveloped her, causing a growl in her stomach. The warmth of the bakery contrasted pleasantly with the cold of the outside air, and the shop’s bright colors offered a welcome distraction from the intense search that had been occupying her.

Mr. Cake, with a broad smile, was behind the counter.

“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner, Twilight! What brings you here today?”

Mrs. Cake emerged from the kitchen, drying her hooves with a towel.

“Oh, Twilight! It’s a pleasure to see you. Would you like to try some of our latest treats?”

Twilight smiled, relaxing in the warm hospitality of the place.

“I was thinking of taking a little break and enjoying something delicious.”

The sound of children’s laughter filled the air as Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake ran around, adding a touch of joy to the scene. Twilight approached the counter, ready for a pause in her busy day.

Mrs. Cake leaned against the counter, looking at her with a sympathetic expression.

“You seem to need a little pick-me-up. How about something extra sweet to lift your spirits?”

Twilight let out a small laugh, nodding.

“Yes, please. Surprise me with whatever you have!”

Mr. Cake, with a sparkle in his eyes, chimed in.

“We’ve just baked a fresh batch of honey-glazed carrot cake. It’s one of our specialties.”

Twilight felt a little thrill of excitement. She had a weakness for that cake. As Mr. Cake spoke, Mrs. Cake gave Twilight a playful pinch on the cheek, her eyes shining with affection.

“Oh, you always know how to tempt our customers, dear.”

Mr. Cake laughed, wrapping his foreleg around Mrs. Cake’s waist and pulling her closer.

“And you always know how to make the sweets even more special, my love.”

Twilight watched the exchange, feeling a warm knot forming in her chest. It was clear they shared a deep bond. To hide the slight blush on her cheeks, she pretended to be interested in the display of cakes.

Mrs. Cake gave Mr. Cake a small nudge with a playful smile.

“Not here, dear. We have customers.”

Mr. Cake chuckled softly, glancing at Twilight, who was trying to act casual.

“Of course. We don’t want to make our customers uncomfortable.”

Mrs. Cake looked at Twilight again, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Sorry if we got carried away, Twilight. Sometimes we forget where we are.”

Then, she leaned in a bit closer, lowering her voice.

“But between you and me, it’s always more fun to share sweets with someone, especially if it’s someone special.”

Twilight’s blush deepened. The implication behind Mrs. Cake’s words was clear.

Mrs. Cake laughed when she saw Twilight turning red.

“You know, dear, there’s something even sweeter than all these cakes... Having someone special to share them with.” —Mrs. Cake’s eyes sparkled as she studied Twilight—. “Is there someone like that in your life?”

Twilight opened her mouth to immediately deny, but stopped, frowning in a thoughtful expression.

“How do you know if there’s someone like that?”

Mrs. Cake smiled, reading the internal conflict in Twilight’s eyes.

“Well, sometimes the signs are all around. Maybe you just need to open your eyes and see what’s right in front of you.”

She leaned in a bit closer, almost whispering.

“Have you had any special moments or conversations that left you feeling a bit... confused?”

Twilight’s heart began to race as she remembered those moments in her dreams. The intense emotions she had experienced with the stranger made her blush, her mind spinning.

Mrs. Cake noticed the change in Twilight’s expression and smiled knowingly.

“Ah, I see that look. You’ve definitely had some moments, haven’t you?”

Twilight felt as though her thoughts were being read with unsettling ease. She stammered, trying to respond, but the words escaped her.

“I... I need to go!” she exclaimed, standing up suddenly.

Mrs. Cake laughed softly as she saw Twilight get up.

“Are you leaving already, dear? And what about your cakes?” Mr. Cake asked from the back.

“Let her go, dear. She needs a moment,” Mrs. Cake said with a sympathetic smile.

Twilight hurried toward the door, desperate to escape the embarrassment. Mr. Cake, sensing her agitation, simply watched her leave with a kind smile.

to be continued.

Chapter 6

The Unspoken Connection

“This can’t be happening, can it?” she kept repeating, trying to hide the blush that kept rising to her face.

Yesterday, Twilight stumbled out of the bakery, her mind racing and her heart pounding. She leaned against the door of her home, trying to breathe and gather her thoughts; it was already midnight.

“This can’t be real,” she whispered to herself, trying to calm down and control the flush. “I can’t be feeling this for... He’s not even a pony!” she exclaimed.

She rested her head on the pillow, shouting internally. This definitely couldn’t be happening.

“It’s not like that... It’s just that... I’m so tired, yes, that must be it,” she murmured to herself.

That night, Twilight tossed and turned in bed, her thoughts racing as she tried to understand her new feelings. She had tried to rationalize it, telling herself it was just the result of exhaustion, but deep down she knew it was more than that.

“This is ridiculous,” she murmured aloud, burying her face in the pillow.

“It’s just... a nightmare, after all. No, I don’t even know what it is…”

Twilight continued tossing in bed, trying to clear her confused thoughts and emotions. However, every time she closed her eyes, the vivid images came back to torment her. Eventually, sleep overtook her.

“Alright, I’m here,” Twilight said, expecting to find the same dark place as always. But when she looked around, she was surprised.

“What?”

Instead of the familiar gloomy surroundings, she was in front of a vast starry sky. Not just the sky, but the entire space around her seemed like an immense blue canvas, dotted with thousands of bright stars.

“What is... happening?” she murmured, feeling as if she could levitate in the air and even touch the sky. In the distance, she spotted a familiar figure.

In the midst of this vast sky, there was a hill, and on the hill was him, lounging lazily like a cat, observing the wonders of the universe.

“Hey!” Twilight exclaimed, trying to approach. She propelled herself toward him with too much force, flying through and past him. However, with a swift movement, he caught her and brought her back to his side.

“Ah, thanks,” Twilight said, breathing heavily. “What is all this?” the unicorn asked, eagerly awaiting an answer.

The creature said nothing and didn’t look at her; it continued gazing at the starry sky. This frustrated Twilight, who decided to try something else to get his attention.

“Did you do this... for me?” she asked, hoping for some reaction. And she got it.

The being turned quickly, as if he had heard something incredible. He opened his mouth to excuse himself, but then stopped and turned his gaze away again.

“Don’t tell me... you really did this for me?” Twilight said, surprised. She hadn’t expected it to be true. “Come on, look at me.”

Despite her efforts, the being continued avoiding her gaze. Twilight got up and positioned herself in the direction he was looking, but no matter how much she moved, he always turned away.

“Is this how it’s going to be?” Twilight said, tired and frustrated. She was ignored.

Twilight sighed, exhausted and with an increasing desire to understand who this being was and why she saw him in her dreams.

“Why?” she asked, pacing in front of him, desperately trying to capture his attention. “Why can’t you just tell me who you are? Or what you are? Why do you do these things that only confuse me?” she said before giving up and sitting down with a sigh of frustration.

Silence filled the sky, only broken by the distant hum of the stars. He continued to look away, avoiding her gaze at all costs.

“Please...” Twilight tried again, her voice barely a whisper, “look at me…”

He kept avoiding her gaze, but this time he seemed to sense the plea in her voice. His expression softened slightly, as if he were struggling with himself. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes turned to face her.

For the first time, Twilight could see his eyes, shining like jewels in the darkness. They looked at her intently, scrutinizing her inside and out. The tension in the air was palpable; it felt as though they were about to cross an invisible line.

“Who are you?” the unicorn repeated, not breaking eye contact. Her gaze met his, and on an impulse, she extended a hoof toward him, not knowing what she was searching for but needing a touch of connection.

He didn’t move, but she could feel the soft warmth of his skin on her extremities, warming her own. It was a strange and pleasant sensation at the same time.

For a moment, they stayed like that, connected through that faint contact, but then he withdrew his hoof, leaving her empty and with a dry throat.

“Please, say something...” Twilight whispered, her hoof still extended toward him. He looked at her intensely for a few seconds.

Finally, with a slight hesitation, he raised his hoof and placed it under hers. It was so warm against hers.

Time seemed to freeze as their hooves touched, creating an electric connection between them that seemed as full of tension as it was of expectation.

“Are you real?” Twilight asked, her voice barely a whisper.

His touch sent sparks through her body, like a caress that went beyond the physical.

He didn’t answer, but his grip tightened slightly, a gesture that expressed more than words. His eyes stayed fixed on hers. He opened his mouth and moved his lips, but Twilight couldn’t make out what he was saying.

In an instant, everything began to fade, and she woke up, alone in her bed.

Twilight woke up with a jolt. Her heart was racing, and the vivid memory of those moments with him remained fresh in her mind.

She sat up in bed, confused and with a million questions racing through her head. She tried to process what had happened in the dream.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered, talking to herself, feeling powerless in the face of the mysteries.

to be continued.

Chapter 7

The Beast and the Monster

More and more questions piled up in her mind. Who was this being? Why did he only appear in her dreams? And most confusing of all, why did she long to see him again so much?

“Who does he think he is...?” Twilight murmured, sighing in frustration.

It had been many times she had seen the entity in her dreams, and each time she felt more bewildered by the way the creature seemed to shorten the distance between them. Its strange behavior had her completely puzzled. What did it want? The situation was starting to wear her out.

“What does he want from me?!” she exclaimed, her voice echoing in the room. If anyone saw her, they would think she was talking to herself.

The creature didn’t communicate with her. It didn’t want her help. Could it be that this thing existed solely to torment her? Her sleep schedule was completely disrupted; she slept during the day and encountered the beast in her dreams, waking up at midnight because she couldn’t go back to sleep due to the frustration it caused her.

“Could it be that...?” she murmured, a noticeable blush appearing on her face.

She remembered the creature’s touch, the warm embrace that, despite the general coldness of the dream, enveloped her and made her feel a strange sense of security. Its actions, its attitude that sometimes seemed even childish and stubborn. Even now, she felt its warmth.

“What am I thinking?! This can’t be!” she said, shaking her head in absolute denial. “Don’t be foolish, Twilight. Who knows what its intentions are? Maybe it wants me to lower my guard so it can possess me or something!”

She looked at the clock; it was still early. Not much time had passed since she woke up; it was 2 p.m., the fifth day.

“It’s time to move to the next level,” she said, determined.

With growing determination in her mind, Twilight got out of bed and sat at her desk. Her gaze swept over the notes and spell books, searching for any clues that might help her.

For hours, she flipped through books and notes until her eyes began to ache.

Twilight slammed her forehead against the desk, frustrated. The pile of books and papers spread out before her, but it seemed as if she was no closer to finding an answer.

“This isn’t working...” she groaned, closing her eyes tightly.

The darkness that surrounded her now felt familiar; instead of unsettling her, it now comforted her. She used to remember how, as a child, she feared the dark. Who hadn’t run to get into bed when the lights were turned off or left a window open just to let in the moonlight?

“When I fell asleep...?” Twilight murmured, searching the vast emptiness, which seemed to deserve some sort of punishment.

It didn’t take long to find him. This time, the creature was lying down, its back turned to her. Was it possible it didn’t know she was there? Even though it hadn’t been long since she had left, it seemed like he wasn’t expecting her.

Twilight approached stealthily to avoid being noticed, taking advantage of the sound dissipating in the void.

“But look at you. You’re not so intimidating now,” she said, getting close enough to notice its breathing. Who would have thought even monsters needed to sleep?

She didn’t want to wake him. She simply sat next to him, listening to his snores.

Twilight couldn’t help but wonder what had led this dangerous entity to sleep in such a vulnerable position. Was it really asleep or just pretending? If it was asleep, why had it revealed its back, leaving himself exposed to any attack?

“I could even hug him, and he wouldn’t know... Could I even hug him, and he wouldn’t know, right?” These thoughts crossed Twilight’s mind. Giving in to temptation, she moved a bit closer, resting against his fur.

She couldn’t hug him because he was much larger than her, but at least she could do this.

It felt incredibly good, a warmth that enveloped her completely. As her body relaxed, she began to feel drowsy. Was she really about to fall asleep within a dream? It didn’t matter; the feeling of comfort was so intense that she soon gave in.

...

Twilight opened her eyes and didn't expect to see what she saw.

“Your feeble attempts to unravel my plans are amusing, Twilight,” said the dark unicorn mockingly as it grabbed the chains binding her.

“What...? What is happening...? Where am I?” Twilight murmured, confused and unable to understand what was going on. Was she in a dream, or was it a dream within a dream? The sensation was so real that she began to question reality.

She looked at the figure speaking to her and, recognizing it, frowned and gritted her teeth.

“King Sombra...” she said firmly.

“Ah, finally awake, little pony,” King Sombra replied with a malevolent smile.

The malevolent unicorn approached her, the chains imprisoning her clinking ominously.

“Believe me, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” the evil unicorn continued, positioning himself in front of her. “And finally, you are my captive.”

“What...? You’re crazy!” Twilight exclaimed as the chains bound her, feeling a strange discomfort. The sensation was completely opposite to the comfort she had felt with the beast. Yet, something felt familiar.

“Oh, how your confidence in the future amuses me, but let’s be honest, little pony,” Sombra responded with a cold laugh. “Here you are, alone. Without your friends. Without escape.”

Sombra moved closer to her, his dark gaze focused on his trapped prey.

“I can see the desperation in your eyes, desperation and a certain fear. You know you can’t escape. You know you now belong to me.”

Sombra extended his hoof to stroke Twilight’s cheek, his touch cold and dominant in sharp contrast to the warm feeling of that strange touch.

“I want to wake up,” Twilight thought, wishing to escape this nightmare.

“I want to wake up,”

"Gasp...!"

She was breathless, unable to breathe. She got up with difficulty, staggering, feeling the pressure in her chest again.

A faint growl startled her. She had forgotten; the creature was staring at her, as if it had just woken up.

Seeing Twilight hyperventilate, he quickly got up and approached her.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer...!” she said, breathing heavily. “Wait a bit... don’t come closer now...” she trembled and collapsed on the floor, trying to regulate her breathing.

The beast only watched her, but there was something in its gaze, something strange, as if it knew exactly what was happening.

“Why can’t I wake up...?” Twilight murmured, wishing to return to the real world, feeling like she would die if she stayed there any longer.

The entity tried to approach again, which startled her even more.

“I told you not to come closer!” she said with blurred vision.

However, the creature ignored her and continued approaching. Once in front of her, it lowered its head slightly, resting its forehead against hers, their horns lightly brushing.

“What... what are you doing...?” she said, confused by the situation. The creature moved away a little and looked at her, its red eyes beginning to glow green.

There it was again, that sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it before. But where?

The creature opened its mouth again, as it had on several occasions before.

Twilight already knew what would happen; for some reason, every time he did this, she would wake up.

A mouth movement and silent words...

"Huh?"

She was in her bed, with the sheets and pillows scattered on the floor.

Her breathing was steady, and the pressure in her chest had eased. Everything was fine now, except for her.

“King Sombra...?” she finally said.

to be continued.

Chapter 8

The Illusion of Control

The whole experience had been way too overwhelming for her. Having a dream within a dream was strange enough, but dreaming about King Sombra? That was just ridiculous!

“I must be losing my mind…” she muttered to herself, half in disbelief.

She could handle having weird dreams about mysterious demons, but why did it have to be that tyrant? She was doing everything she could to forget the drama of saving the Crystal Empire! Now she had to figure out if King Sombra had some secret link to this mysterious beast.

Twilight plopped down on her bed, determined that no one—certainly not her dreams—was going to mess with her. She needed a nap to recover from all this absurdity!

She opened her eyes expecting to find that beast. But instead of the usual void, she found herself sitting on a hill. The confusion was evident; it was nighttime, and she could feel the night breeze moving her hair, just as always. Everything felt so real. From the hill, she could see all of Ponyville.

“This is different…” she murmured, looking around for someone.

A rustle from some trees made her turn abruptly, surprised.

“Is it… you?” she asked nervously, hoping it was the shadowy creature. But the voice that responded was not what she expected.

“Were you waiting for me, little one?” said a familiar voice, the dark, malevolent unicorn approaching from the trees with a smile that could scare even the bravest.

“Not again! Why do I keep dreaming about you?” Twilight declared harshly, her voice betraying a mix of anger and fear.

“There’s no need to be so angry, Twilight. I’m just visiting; isn’t that enough?” Sombra said with a mocking smile. “Besides, it’s not like I need a reason to be here. I go where I want, when I want.”

“A visit? A visit to what, exactly?” Twilight asked, glancing at a nearby tree. These dreams were becoming ridiculous, each worse than the last.

“You know, maybe something brought me here… Maybe I just felt like coming,” Sombra said, his tone becoming flirtatious as he stroked Twilight’s cheek with his hoof. “Maybe I missed you,” he added seductively.

“Don’t touch me!” Twilight exclaimed, narrowing her eyes and taking another step towards Sombra. “Now, what are you talking about? I want to wake up already!” she huffed, her ears twitching slightly with growing irritation.

Sombra only laughed maliciously and seemed to ignore everything she said.

“You must be new to this place, Twilight. Many things seem to happen by chance,” Sombra laughed as he slowly approached her.

Twilight felt a mix of annoyance and surprise as Sombra ignored her and approached gradually.

He spoke as if he knew something, which she didn’t like at all. His voice also made her feel things she wasn’t used to feeling. Her breath hitched slightly. She needed to wake up from this dream no matter what.

“Maybe you missed me too,” he conceded, shaking off her thoughts.

She blinked briefly, her cheeks flushing with a rosy tint.

"Stop it." she said.

“Oh, really?” Sombra said before grabbing and pulling her closer to him. He lifted her off the ground by placing his hooves on her chest. “I don’t think I will,” Sombra smiled, looking into her eyes. “How about you relax a bit and let the night take control…?”

Sombra’s voice dropped to a seductive purr as he stroked Twilight’s cheek again.

Twilight closed her eyes and felt Sombra’s warm breath on her face. Her breath stopped as she leaned towards him. She felt weak, her resistance to Sombra’s charm quickly fading as she gave in to his embrace.

“Isn’t this much better?” Sombra whispered as he slowly pulled Twilight closer as he looked into her eyes.

“S-Sombra…” Twilight whispered, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze. She felt so close to him, almost too close, and the sensation was overwhelming. Her face flushed even more as Sombra’s voice continued to hypnotize her.

Twilight wanted to tell him to let her go, but Sombra’s embrace was so warm… so inviting… and it was almost too hard to resist. She seemed to be getting more comfortable, her body slowly adapting to Sombra’s grip.

“Sombra… you’re… too close,” Twilight spoke softly, her eyes becoming distant as she struggled to find the inner strength to free herself.

“It’s not like you have a choice, little Twilight,” Sombra mocked, stroking her cheek as he drew her even closer. “You’re in my power, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Sombra pressed his body against Twilight’s, his chest against her head. He pulled her closer and wrapped her in his embrace as he leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

“Do you really want me to let you go?” Sombra hissed. Something in him was changing, his tone becoming deeper and darker. “Or would you prefer I keep you here forever? Just as you are…” His eyes glowed with a deep, dangerous fire as they remained fixed on hers.

“I…” A choked response escaped Twilight’s lips as Sombra pressed even closer. It felt so near… so real.

His eyes burned like fire, and that terrified her.

“Nooo!”

The scream echoed in the room as Twilight jolted upright, sweat beading on her forehead. Her voice, filled with desperation, merged with the ragged sound of her breathing.

The sheets crinkled under her tense body, and the echo of her outcry seemed to bounce off the walls, making her shiver even more.

“What… was… that?” she exclaimed with all her strength, though the scream was trapped in her mind, resonating inside her.

Her face flushed with the thought, a mix of embarrassment and confusion flooding her. The images from the dream were still fresh in her mind, filling both her body and soul with a sensation she couldn’t decipher.

She placed a hoof on her forehead and rubbed her temples, deeply confused. These dreams were starting to affect her in ways she didn’t understand.

“That wasn’t real, right?” she whispered, seeking solace in the sound of her own voice.

to be continued.

Chapter 9

A Twisted Embrace

Something was definitely off with her mind; her research had come to a screeching halt. Now, not only was the beast haunting her, but also those weird dreams about that unicorn.

She let out a heavy sigh.

“I’ve got to do something about this…” she said, springing up from her seat like a jack-in-the-box.

She spent the day trying to figure out what was making her feel so off. Could it be stress? Oh, how she wished it were just that.

“Maybe there’s a connection between the creature and king Sombra…” she mused, pondering the mystery like a detective on a sugar rush. It was bizarre: she barely understood the creature, and now she was stuck in nightmares featuring a monster she’d rather avoid.

“A curse, perhaps?” she murmured, lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling.

Looking at the small details of the ceiling, she allowed herself to relax. It was exactly what she needed: a break from everything. She closed her eyes for a moment. Felling Asleep.

She opened her eyes only to find a massive black shadow in front of her.

“You…!” she exclaimed, jumping towards the shadow. “Where have you been?”

The creature huffed, turned around, and gave her a big, sloppy lick on the cheek. Twilight realized that the sensation with this creature was a whole different ballgame compared to King Sombra. If they were the same entity, that theory was out the window.

“I think I even missed you…” she said, sighing heavily.

The creature, sensing her distress, rested its head against her and began to nuzzle her gently.

“Wait, my hair!” Twilight said with a laugh as the creature played with her mane.

The being moved away a little, lay down, and began to stare into the void with a fixed gaze.

“You’re not as talkative today… as usual,” Twilight commented.

Though she had never managed to get it to speak, she no longer considered it a threat. She even thought she wouldn’t mind if it decided to stay involved with all of this. She blushed slightly.

She settled down next to it, enjoying the unusual but comforting company in the silence.

She opened her eyes and found that she was no longer with the creature. Again. At what point did she fall asleep? She sighed, unable to remember how many times this had happened. Why did she keep having these bizarre dreams within dreams?

She knew what was coming.

She sat wherever she was.

“3, 2, 1…” she began counting.

“What are you doing, little one?” he asked, his voice laden with malice.

“There you are…” Twilight said, unperturbed, since she was already familiar with the pattern. Now she wondered what kind of crazy plot would unfold in this dream.

“What do you want now?” Twilight asked impatiently.

“What are you going to do, Twilight? Run away and hope I leave you alone? Go cry to your little friends in Ponyville? They’re powerless to stop me, and you know it.” He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with malice. “I will find you. I will find you wherever you go. Because there is no escape from me. There never has been,” he said suddenly, tightening his grip and pulling her even closer. “There never will be.”

“What the heck are you even talking about?” she asked, no longer surprised by everything. It was as if she already knew the pattern. But what she could never predict was the way he looked at her, like a beast wanting to devour her.

Her face warmed under his gaze. Still, she fought back as best as she could.

He grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. His hot breath felt on her face, and his eyes burned into hers; his grip was strong and filled with malice.

“Ouch…!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. What was that? It felt way too real to be just a dream.

“Don’t ignore me,” he growled in a dark, threatening voice, his eyes like pits of hellish fire. “Stop thinking…” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a rough whisper, his breath brushing her face. “And just focus on me.”

His grip was too strong. His words were affecting her. Even as she resisted, she could still feel it—his desire.

“Let me go!” she shouted. But it was useless.

His eyes darkened even further as he stared at her, his gaze sharp and filled with malice. He held her in place with his power, and her heart raced. She felt weak, her legs starting to tremble as her will crumbled.

Her heart pounded, her breath came in short, gasping bursts as she tried to suppress the overwhelming, terrible feeling.

Desperately wanting to resist, but her body refused to listen, and her mind felt clouded.

“Just… let me… go, okay?” she whispered, barely audible.

“Oh, but there’s nowhere to go,” he said with a cruel glint of delight. He lifted his helmet and touched her cheek, his touch cold and harsh. “Didn’t you hear me?” he asked, his eyes shining. “I always get what I want.” He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. “And I want you.”

Without warning, his lips brushed against hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Twilight's eyes widened in shock, her heart racing as his kiss sent a jolt through her. It was intense, a mixture of fear and unexpected passion that left her breathless.

She tried to pull away, but his hold was unyielding. The kiss deepened, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers. Her mind whirled, struggling to process the emotions surging through her.

“No…” she whispered against his lips, her voice barely audible before his kiss silenced her completely.

Just as she started to lose herself in the kiss, he pulled away abruptly.

His eyes, still filled with dark intensity, locked onto hers.

“Time’s up,” he said abruptly, his voice cold and final. “Our little game ends here.”

With that, he stepped back, leaving Twilight breathless and disoriented. The dreamscape around her began to fade, and she felt a jarring shift as if the ground was slipping from beneath her.

to be continued

Chapter 10

The Tyrant's Linger

They had kissed! They had kissed! It couldn't be, oh my gosh! Twilight hadn't left the bed since that dream, hiding under the covers. She couldn’t process what had just happened—who could?

She had stopped dreaming so much about the beast, and now her dreams were replaced by abrupt encounters with King Sombra, in strange situations where he always seemed to want to imprison her somehow. Was this real? Or was her mind just creating these scenarios because she enjoyed tormenting herself? She didn’t know anymore. She had lost track of the days. She almost felt grateful that her friends were busy enough to leave her alone.

She knew it couldn’t go on like this forever. She wanted to understand it! And it frustrated her because she had no idea what was going on.

“This isn’t going to stay like this,” she said with noticeable determination, throwing off her blanket.

But what if he tried to kiss her again? That thought crossed her mind, causing her to cover up with the blanket once more.

That kiss—oh, that damned kiss! She was acting like a teenager obsessing over a kiss that happened in a dream—just a dream!

But who could blame her? It felt so real, too real—the warmth of his lips, the roughness pressing against her. Maybe she was going crazy again, once more.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.

Twilight opened her eyes, and there he was—King Sombra. No sign of the beast.

BSombra was turned away, sitting and gazing into an imaginary horizon. Twilight sighed, gathered her courage, and approached him.

—Sombra—she said firmly.

The unicorn turned towards her, not surprised at all. In fact, he looked almost pleased, which left her with a strange feeling. In her mind, happiness didn't seem like something he should have.

“Aren’t you coming closer? I’m not going to eat you,” he said with a laugh that only heightened her unease.

She kept a safe distance, and rightly so; the last time she let her guard down, they ended up kissing. That was not happening again!

King Sombra watched her with amusement.

“Oh, come on. I’m more fun than that thing,” he murmured, deliberately leaving the last word unspoken.

Twilight scowled, even more puzzled. What did he mean by “thing”? Was he referring to the beast? Did he know something about it? Everything was so tangled that she couldn’t make sense of it.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked, her voice tense and fixed on him.

King Sombra chuckled softly, his smile widening.

“Oh, nothing in particular,” he said with a seductive tone. “Just an observation. How about we skip the formalities and get to know each other better?”

He moved closer and touched her cheek with an unsettling gesture. Twilight, stunned, felt a wave of confusion.

She had dreamt about him three times already, and each time he had been an obsessive jerk. But now, why did he sound so sweet?

“You’re much more beautiful up close,” he murmured, his tone soft and melodious. “I always knew it, but now I can truly feel it.”

He leaned in closer, whispering with a tone full of desire. Twilight blushed; it was the sweetest thing she’d heard in weeks.

“Don’t you think we’d make a perfect pair?” he asked, drawing nearer. “I think we could be very happy. You and me…”

Twilight tried to pull away, but he held her firmly. Her heart raced, and her body felt weak.

“Don’t touch me…” she murmured. “Why are you acting so different all of a sudden?”

He stepped back, startled.

“Different?” he asked, not understanding what she meant. Then he seemed to think about it. “Oh, that… forget it for now, okay?”

“What?” Twilight asked, even more confused.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Just enjoy the moment, dear Twilight.”

His tone shifted, becoming sweeter than before.

“I admire your intelligence,” he said. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

He stroked her cheek with an unexpectedly gentle touch.

“Why fight this, Twilight?” he said softly. “You know you want this.”

She felt paralyzed. For some reason, she felt trapped, but not in the same unpleasant way as before.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Why do you keep showing up?”

“I want you,” he said with a malicious smile. “I want it all. Your devotion, your heart, everything you are.”

He leaned in closer, their faces almost touching.

“You know what I can give you,” he whispered. “You know what I can do to you.”

He caressed her hair firmly.

“I want you to be mine.”

“I…” Twilight said, looking away. “Enough… let me go.”

King Sombra’s smile widened.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he said. “I need you here. And you need me… don’t you?”

“No…” Twilight said, her voice breaking. “I don’t need you… You’re a monster. Don’t you remember what you did?”

He leaned in even closer.

“A monster?” he hissed. “Do you consider yourself a saint? I see no innocence here. You're just a liar just like me”

“What are you talking about?” she tried to pull away, but he kept her held. “I’ve never lied.”

“We’re both monsters, Twilight,” he said, still smiling. “Monsters should always be together.”

“You’re wrong,” she replied. “Why do you keep showing up? What’s your connection to the creature?”

Sombra was silent for a moment, then he stepped back, turning his back to her.

“My dear Twilight, you should already know…” he said, not looking back. "What a shame..."

“What? I don’t understand what you’re saying!” She tried to move towards him, but he turned around.

“Time’s up. See you around, my dear Twilight…”

It was the last thing she heard before she felt herself falling into a bottomless pit.

Suddenly, Twilight's eyes snapped open. She was back in her room, her body drenched in sweat. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked around, disoriented. The familiar surroundings of her bedroom were a stark contrast to the eerie dreamscape she had just been in.

“Ugh, not again...” she groaned, her heart still racing. She sat up, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream.

“Why do these dreams keep happening?” she muttered, rubbing her temples. The unsettling feelings from the dream lingered, making it hard for her to calm down. She glanced around her room, trying to ground herself in reality and remind herself that she was safe and sound.

to be continued.

Chapter 11

Silent Words

It had been several days, and Twilight kept dreaming about him. The beast appeared only rarely, and every time he did, he was asleep. His body seemed on edge, as if he had no energy left. Was he alright? Twilight couldn’t tell, as she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him in a dream. It was as if all her dreams were being dominated by the tyrant.

What was strange was that in each dream, the dark unicorn acted differently. Sometimes he was cruel, other times an obsessive idiot, at times a provocateur, and sometimes he seemed sweet, though this sweetness only masked his true nature. Which of these behaviors represented the real King Sombra? And what was the beast’s connection to all of this?

“Will I ever see him again?” Twilight wondered, staring at the ceiling of her room as if expecting cosmic answers from it.

She was utterly confused. On one hand, she wanted to see the beast again. But on the other, she couldn’t understand why she kept dreaming about King Sombra. Was it a curse? Yes, it was definitely a curse! A curse that made her think about him even when she was awake. Not that she wanted to, of course! No misunderstandings here!

Twilight tossed and turned in her bed, trying not to let her own ridiculous thoughts drag her down. She could almost hear her friends laughing at her for being so melodramatic!

But was she really being melodramatic? She didn’t think so! I mean, who wouldn’t throw a fit over this? Everything had been so weird lately.

How long had it been?

She shot up from her bed, realizing it had been a week and a half. A week and a half?! It felt like an eternity! She realized that so much time had passed, and she still knew nothing!

Twilight decided it was time to give it one last try. This would be the final attempt! If it didn’t work, she wouldn’t sleep again—no matter how impossible that seemed.

Twilight climbed into bed, her mind racing with anxiety. She grabbed the bottle of medicine Applejack had given her, hesitated for a moment, and then downed the entire contents in one gulp. As she lay back down, she wondered if she’d wake up at all. Sleep pulled at her, mingling with the fear of the unknown, and she drifted into darkness, hoping for the rest she so desperately needed.

She was now near the Castle of the Two Sisters, a strange location for a dream; it was the only thing she could think of. Oh well! She’d just have to wait and see what happened...

King Sombra didn’t take long to appear. Right behind her, he startled her, causing her to jump.

“You...!” Twilight exclaimed, embarrassed. She hadn’t seen or heard him coming. So stealthy as always! “Let’s see what kind of personality you’re bringing this time.”

“Personality? Oh, dear Twilight, haven’t you heard that we’re all three-dimensional?” he said with a smile, walking until he was right in front of her.

“I don’t want any of your games right now.” She looked away. “You’re going to explain everything to me, whether you’re real or not!”

King Sombra tilted his head in confusion.

“Not real?” he asked, before starting to laugh.

“W-What are you laughing at?!” Twilight exclaimed, embarrassed. She hadn’t said anything funny.

“Oh, Twilight,” he continued. “Do you want me to show you something real?”

“What?”

She couldn’t finish her sentence as she felt the pressure of the unicorn’s mouth near hers. It had happened again! She had let her guard down and was now paying for it. She quickly pulled away, wiping her mouth with her hoof. Sombra just looked at her with amusement.

“How about that? Did it feel real?” Sombra asked, eager to see the pony’s reaction.

Twilight couldn’t deny it. Everything felt real, even the heat in her face right now.

“Don’t do that again…” Twilight said, with a slight blush on her face as she took a few steps back, distancing herself.

“Where are you going? Are you going to leave me here? Stay with me,” he said quickly, walking towards her as she continued to back away.

“What?” Twilight asked, nervously. This was the first time she’d seen him like this; he seemed a bit anxious. Why did he sound like he was begging?

“Please stay with me…” he said, as he continued moving closer to her. “Twilight, you need to stay. You will stay, won’t you?”

“Stay…?” Twilight repeated, feeling uneasy about his behavior. Despite the other King Sombra’s being somewhat obsessive and commanding, this one unsettled her for some reason.

“I can’t stay…” she added.

“You must stay, please… there’s no time left…” he continued, his urgency growing. “You have to stay! I’ll make you stay!!” he sped up towards her.

Twilight closed her eyes tightly, as if it were a reflex. Was this the end of the dream? When nothing happened in the following seconds, Twilight opened her eyes and was surprised.

It was the beast! And it was standing in front of her, protecting her from King Sombra.

For the first time, she saw both beings together in the same place. Could this confirm that they were not one entity?

They stared at each other intently.

“...Well, look who finally decided to show up,” King Sombra said with a mocking grin. "I honestly hoped you’d never wake up."

The beast emitted deep, resonant growls but did nothing else; it merely continued to watch Twilight from time to time.

King Sombra, observing the creature's behavior, began to laugh with disdain.

“Oh, I see. You don’t want her to see you, do you?” He moved closer to the beast, his smile never fading. “You don’t want to show her your true form, or are you afraid to reveal your real self?”

An even louder growl reverberated through the air, but it stopped as Twilight flinched.

“Such a coward,” King Sombra said with a hint of disappointment. “I expected more from you.”

Twilight was utterly confused. Were they actually conversing? The beast didn’t speak, only King Sombra did, but the creature’s growls seemed to carry some hidden meaning.

“Wait, what’s going on here?” Twilight asked, her voice tinged with bewilderment.

Her question hung in the air, ignored by both beings, who maintained an extreme level of tension. Twilight feared they might clash at any moment.

Suddenly, both looked towards something in particular. Twilight followed their gaze but saw nothing specific.

“You know there’s no more time,” King Sombra said, while the beast continued to growl, offering no further response. “The window for communication is closing.”

King Sombra then turned his gaze back to Twilight, his expression growing serious, and then looked at the creature again.

“This is our last chance to—”

But the creature interrupted him. In the blink of an eye, it grabbed Twilight and vanished from the place. Twilight felt dizzy, confused by the sudden action.

They appeared in the usual place, the same dark spot as always. Twilight sighed in relief; she never thought she would feel such happiness seeing that place. The beast gently set her down on the ground and crouched to be at her level.

“What’s happening?” she exclaimed, tired of the confusion and demanding answers. This was absurd; something was going on, and she didn’t understand it at all.

The creature watched her in silence, with an almost unsettling calmness, and even seemed to offer a faint smile.

“What... what is happening?” Twilight repeated, this time more calmly. “Do I mean nothing to you? Aren’t you going to tell me?”

The creature moved closer, facing her directly. It opened its mouth, and Twilight braced herself to hear the usual silent words, but this time was different.

“Time's up.”

to be continued.

Chapter 12

Riddles in the Mist

“Ugh…”

Twilight groaned, her forehead pressed against the table. There were no signs of motivation, no desire to do anything else.

Was it really just a coincidence? Yes, definitely. She had finally heard that voice, that voice. She should feel happy; after a week and half of investigation, she was beginning to see results. But…

“That voice…”

Had she misheard? Well, she was delirious at the time. Maybe she had confused the tones of their voices. She didn’t want to admit it, but the creature’s voice was the same as the dark unicorn she dreaded to remember, with his evil smile and insane glare.

“No… definitely not…” she continued to groan, her face buried in the cold wood of the table.

“This, definitely… it can’t be!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with desperation.

“Maybe, maybe, I was still dazed from dream, and, and, and…” she muttered to herself, her mind beginning to unravel under the pressure.

“I need help.”

Twilight headed to the palace with a mix of hope and anxiety. After weeks of disturbing dreams and growing frustration, she decided to seek the help of Princess Celestia. The entity in her dreams was becoming more and more unsettling, and only the princess could offer the answers she needed.

Upon arriving at the palace, she was greeted by Celestia, who led her to a private room for their conversation.

“Princess Celestia, thank you for seeing me so quickly,” Twilight said, struggling to stay calm despite her agitation. “I have a very serious concern that I need to discuss with you.”

Celestia gave her a warm, understanding smile and invited her to sit down.

“Please, have a seat, Twilight. I’ve been expecting your visit.”

Twilight took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’ve been investigating an entity that’s appearing in my dreams. The situation has been… unsettling. Yesterday, I heard his voice and it reminded me a lot of King Sombra’s.”

Celestia’s brow furrowed with concern.

“King Sombra was defeated and destroyed with the Crystal Heart. The Heart’s magic should have ensured he couldn’t survive. Are you certain it was his voice?”

Twilight nodded seriously.

Celestia’s concern grew as she listened to Twilight. Her mind raced, considering the implications of what she was being told.

“If it really was King Sombra’s voice, that is very troubling. But from a logical standpoint, there’s no way he could have survived. The Crystal Heart erased him completely, leaving no trace of his existence.”

Celestia paused, thinking deeply before continuing.

“Are you sure you heard King Sombra’s voice? It could be that stress is playing tricks on you.”

Twilight found it difficult to explain, especially when she couldn’t even convince herself. She sighed in resignation.

“Yes, Princess… maybe I just need some rest,” she said, preparing to leave.

Twilight then made her way to Zecora’s hut, her mind still troubled by her conversation with Princess Celestia. She needed to see Zecora to explore any knowledge that might help with the mysterious entity in her dreams.

As she approached the hut, she was greeted by the familiar scents of herbs and potions. Zecora emerged from within, a mix of warm welcome and curiosity on her face.

“Greetings, Twilight Sparkle, what brings you here, without a title or banner to steer?” Zecora asked, her voice calm and comforting.

“Is it possible that someone is trying to communicate through my dreams?” Twilight asked, a slight tremor in her voice.

Zecora frowned, her eyes darkening slightly as she pondered the question.

“Threads of fate sometimes weave in a dark and twisted plot. But what could these dreams be that leave you distraught?”

Zecora gestured for Twilight to enter the hut. Once inside, she invited her to sit on a cushion near the table.

“Relax, let peace surround you, my dear,” Zecora said, as she poured some steaming tea into two bowls and placed one near Twilight. “Drink, and perhaps calm you’ll find in this flavor here.”

Twilight took a deep breath before beginning to explain what had happened over the week. She recounted the disturbing nightmares, the unsettling entity in her dreams, and how the creature’s voice seemed like King Sombra’s, despite Celestia assuring her he was destroyed. She left out intimate details and expressed her concern about the reality of her visions and the possibility that something significant was happening.

Zecora stroked her chin thoughtfully before responding:

“The shadow of the King may linger still, his darkness refusing to fade or be still. I sense your distress, but his presence may be a deception; truth is not always clear in this situation.” Zecora settled beside the unicorn with a pensive expression. “Dream magic is a mystery deep and profound, sometimes a message hidden in shadows is found. But what you describe, with shadows and fear, seems more like torment than a message clear.”

Twilight nodded, her anxiety palpable.

“Princess Celestia assured me that King Sombra should have been destroyed by the Crystal Heart’s magic,” Twilight said calmly, before adding, “but the voice and the feeling I’m experiencing seem too real to ignore. I need to know if there’s something I might be overlooking.”

Zecora remained silent for a moment, deeply reflecting. Finally, she turned to Twilight with a serious, reassuring look.

“Sometimes dreams are not what they seem, and our minds can trick us in the night’s gleam. But your worry and distress are real, that much is clear. Perhaps there is something you’ve yet to see, something you’ve overlooked, a hidden key.”

Zecora meditated for a moment more before beginning to gather various herbs and ingredients from her shelves.

“It’s wise to seek the truth in dreams and in the dark of night. I’ll prepare a special brew that will reveal the hidden fight and help you face the challenge with keen insight.” Zecora said as she skillfully began to prepare the elixir.

Twilight watched with interest as Zecora worked, her concentration unwavering. After preparing the potion, Zecora handed it to Twilight.

“Drink this before you sleep, and in your dreams, clarity you’ll find deep. This potion will protect you from the dark and guide your path, but beware, not every vision will be kind; the hidden may be a threat unkind.”

Twilight accepted the potion gratefully.

“Thank you, Zecora. I’ll use it tonight and see what I can discover.”

Zecora nodded, a serious expression in her eyes.

“Be careful, Twilight Sparkle, in the realm of dreams, there are tricks and schemes. Trust in yourself and stay aware, for the truth is sometimes a game rare.”

Twilight thanked Zecora once more before heading to the door, ready to return home. However, just as she was about to cross the threshold, Zecora called out softly from the doorway.

“Twilight, wait a moment,” Zecora said, her tone gentle but firm.

Twilight turned, surprised.

“I sense there’s more to your tale, something you chose not to unveil. Remember that even the smallest detail might be the key to the mystery you seek to unveil,” Zecora said, gazing at her with wisdom in her eyes. “Do not underestimate the power of what you’ve omitted, it might be the key you’ve long submitted.”

Twilight stood still for a moment, letting Zecora’s words resonate in her mind. She knew exactly what the zebra was referring to: those moments of closeness with the creature in her dreams that she had decided to omit. A faint blush colored her cheeks as she considered the possibility. If what she suspected was true, what would she do then? How would she react to the truth she feared to face?

Finally, she nodded silently, thanking Zecora for her insight before leaving with a new perspective in mind.

After Twilight left, Zecora watched the door slowly close behind her.

With a thoughtful expression, she murmured to herself:

“Should I have told her that communication in dreams, where even touch feels real, often awakens strong emotions on both sides?” Zecora paused, then shook her head with a calm smile.

“Mmm, no… she’ll be fine.”

to be continued.

Chapter 13

Chasing Shadows

“Alright, it’s time,” Twilight said, the elixir in front of her.

She took a deep breath; she wasn’t sure what awaited her, but she knew she had to face it once and for all.

With a single motion, she lifted the container and began drinking the liquid. A shiver ran through her; it was even worse than Applejack’s medicine.

“Ugh, did it work?” she asked, noticing nothing was happening in the following minutes. “I guess I need to sleep first…”

Upon examining the small bottle again, Twilight noticed a tiny piece of paper stuck to it. She carefully removed it and read it:

“To uncover the hidden truth, this elixir you must taste. In dreams you'll find the answers, from them, you must not haste.”

“Does this mean I’ll be able to enter… his dreams?” she murmured to herself before yawning.

“I guess I… should try…” she whispered, before collapsing onto the floor and falling into a deep sleep.

Twilight opened her eyes, only to find herself in the same oppressive darkness that had become all too familiar. "Is this what home is supposed to feel like?" she thought bitterly, her voice a hollow echo in the void.

She walked for what seemed like an eternity, but the darkness remained unyielding, a vast and impenetrable expanse that swallowed her whole.

Frustration gnawed at her. Then, she decided to try something she hadn’t considered before: channeling the light of her magic. Her horn began to glow with a soft, pink radiance that cut through the dark, revealing a faint path.

"There you are," she murmured as she finally spotted a figure in the distance, lying still—a creature whose haunting presence had plagued her dreams.

"Let’s see what you’re hiding," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of determination and dread.

She approached and pressed her forehead against the creature’s. A sudden glow enveloped them both, casting eerie shadows that danced around them.

She opened her eyes again, her heart pounding in her chest. “Did it work? Had she managed to enter the creature’s dreams? How could she tell?” The space around her was vast and blank, an unsettling white void. Above, dark, twisted roots reached out like malevolent fingers, corrupting everything they touched. Though disturbing, she chose to ignore them; they weren’t her concern right now.

What mattered was finding him...

Normally, when we dream, we have this "dream body"—it's not a real body, but one we create to project ourselves in our dreams. So, if that thing's real body was in her dreams, then the creature should also have a dream body within its own. Was that what she needed to find to uncover the truth? Its true form?

In the distance, she saw a vague figure. As she drew closer, she realized it wasn’t the shadowy beast she had expected.

There he was, standing alone, devoid of his cloak and armor. King Sombra stood there, gazing into the void with an expression of deep emptiness.

Twilight’s breath caught in her throat; she could hardly believe her eyes.

Suddenly, he turned toward her, as if sensing her presence.

"Twilight..." he murmured softly, but she heard nothing.

Her worst fears had materialized before her, or perhaps everything she had believed was nothing more than an illusion—a cruel deception devised by that villain to shatter her, to mock her hopes and dreams.

Every moment she had shared with him—every tender touch, every heartfelt embrace—now felt like an unbearable weight. The thought that it had all been a lie made her body tremble uncontrollably.

She was paralyzed, unable to speak, unable to react.

"What are you doing here?" Sombra asked, his voice laced with surprise and confusion.

He had not anticipated finding her here, especially not with that expression of devastation on her face, as though she were confronted by a ghost.

The silence grew thick and oppressive, a heavy shroud that seemed to choke the air from the room, until Twilight broke it with a desperate plea.

"Why?"

That single word was enough to crack the facade of arrogance he had maintained.

He remained silent, his mouth closing tightly as if he were struggling to find the right words.

"I asked you, why?!" Twilight cried out, her voice rising in pitch, filled with desperation and anguish.

He looked away, as if the weight of his own guilt was too much to bear.

"What’s wrong? Now you don’t have the excuse that you can’t talk, right?" Her voice wavered, cracking under the strain of her unbearable pain.

The accusation hit him like a physical blow.

"Just tell me one thing, just one..." Her voice was barely a whisper, laden with torment. "Why?"

"I... I don’t know what you mean..."

"Enough lies! I demand to know! I need to know why you did this! Why you...!" The words choked in her throat, her gaze dropping to the floor, her face etched with the raw pain of betrayal.

"Why did all this happen? Was it to torment me? Was it revenge?" she continued, her eyes searching his face with a desperate hope for some explanation that might offer even a shred of satisfaction.

Sombra watched her, the anguish in her eyes clear. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of conflict appeared in his gaze, as though he was on the verge of confessing everything. But then he shook his head, his expression turning cold and dismissive.

"Did you really think there was any other reason?" he said with a frigid, contemptuous smile, the coldness in his voice cutting deeper than any blade.

to be continued.

Chapter 14

Shattered Reflections

"Don’t be naive" he said abruptly, advancing toward her.

"What other reason could there be except to torment you?" he exclaimed, startling Twilight.

Twilight took a step back, her eyes wide with shock.

“Did you really think that... How ridiculous!” he said with a menacing tone.

His demeanor was intimidating, as if he was trying to scare her away, to push her out of his presence. But something felt off; Twilight would have believed him if she hadn’t seen the flicker of pain in his eyes.

“So, why do you look so pained?” she asked softly, lifting his helmet and placing it against his cheek. “Don’t I mean anything to you?”

This move took the unicorn by surprise. He quickly pulled away, his heart aching.

“You’re mistaken... All of this is wrong! Don’t you understand?” he shouted in frustration, retreating further away. “I don’t care about you!” he insisted.

“Don’t you get it? I’ve seen through you from the start. I wanted to torment you, to shatter your sanity, your kindness, your compassion, your hope in the goodness of others. All of it is so... foolish.” His tone grew dark and threatening.

He began to circle her, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“But you’re right about one thing. You mean nothing to me—nothing at all!”

“I know that’s not true. Why are you saying these things?” Twilight shouted, her voice cracking with pain and disbelief, but unable to accept his cruel words.

“Get out of here!” he roared with fury.

King Sombra’s frustration grew with Twilight’s denial. He stepped closer, looming over her.

“Poor Twilight, did you really think there was something more?”

He let out a bitter laugh, his eyes cold and mocking.

He closed the distance even further, engulfing her in his oppressive presence.

“I don’t care about you. I never have, and I never will. You’re nothing to me but a pawn to be used for my own ends.”

Twilight felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. The sting of his words was unbearable. She felt on the brink of tears, but her sadness quickly transformed into an urgent need to escape. Without a backward glance, she turned and fled.

As she ran, she couldn’t help but glance back one last time at King Sombra.

Despite his threatening demeanor, his face wore an expression even more painful and heart-wrenching than her own.

She was on the verge of tears, but she had managed to distance herself. Yet her sorrow was interrupted when she felt something fall onto her back.

“What...?” She looked at the black, misshapen thing that had fallen.

Then she looked up to see where it had come from.

Her eyes widened in surprise as the dark sky shattered, just like the sides and the ground.

“The dream is fracturing...” she murmured to herself. Wait, did he say all those things to drive her away quickly? But if he did that, then the...

“Oh no,” she realized, and ran back towards where he was.

The dream world fragmented around her, crumbling before her horrified eyes. His voice echoed in her ears, but his words were incoherent.

Only one thought was clear in her mind: she had to reach him before it was too late.

She ran desperately toward where he had been, feeling the fragments of the dream slipping between her hooves.

He saw her return and panicked.

“Why are you still here?!” he shouted, his anger and near desperation palpable. “If you stay, then...”

“Then what will happen to you?” she interrupted him.

King Sombra was taken aback by her words. He looked away, clenching his jaw.

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t stay, you mustn’t. Didn’t I tell you? I don’t care about...”

He kept speaking until Twilight’s scream cut him off.

“Enough with the lies! Obviously, it isn’t true! Do you think I’m that foolish?” she said, her frustration palpable.

She sighed heavily and continued, “What will happen to you? Can’t we stop this?”

King Sombra, already defeated by Twilight’s confrontation, sank to the ground.

“That doesn’t... matter anymore. I’m no longer what I was. After being attacked by the Crystal Heart, my physical form was damaged...” he said, looking at Twilight.

He added, “I used my power to preserve part of my soul, but... it’s just fragments, and... I don’t have much time left.”

Twilight looked at him in desperation and confusion.

“Don’t have time? What do you mean?” she shouted, moving closer to him, pleading for an answer.

“It’s just as I said... I don’t have time, you’ve seen it,” he said, gesturing to the fragmented environment around them.

“It’s dangerous for you to stay here and...”

“This can’t be! You should have told me something; you’ve been watching me for almost two weeks!” Twilight couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it. This couldn’t be happening!

“Twilight, I... I’m just a fragment. A small fragment of what I used to be. What you see is merely a distortion of my body caused by my power. Many of my fragments sought to torment you in their own way. I’m shattered into thousands of pieces...” he added.

Twilight couldn’t grasp it, didn’t want to understand, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Then she remembered:

“I had dreams about you. Not the creature, but you. Many times. Does that mean that was also you? Was it not just a dream, But your fragments of your soul?” she asked.

King Sombra looked at her and then lowered his head. He didn’t want to admit it.

“Yes... that was also me, or rather, another fragment of mine,” he admitted, his head bowed.

“Are you disappointed? By that part of me? The part that sometimes wants to imprison you and dominate you...” he said, rising and moving closer to her, meeting her gaze.

“The part that wants to keep you here to be destroyed with me... does that part frighten you?”

Anyone else would have been terrified by such words, but not Twilight. Not now, not at this moment. Not when he, despite speaking with a firm and demanding tone, had nervousness in his eyes, anxiously waiting for some reaction from her that, in some way, was endearing.

Twilight remained silent, and it made him even more nervous. He wanted to retract his words, but this fragment of his being had more pride than the others. So he continued, with nothing left to lose.

“I knew it. Are you disappointed that I’m like this? I want to cherish you, and in contrast, I want to dominate you, even force you to do things you don’t want to, force you to stay with me. If not, then... even so, I don’t...”

He was interrupted when he felt the softness and warmth of lips meeting his in an unexpected kiss.

The kiss was sudden, filled with frustration, sadness, and desperation. Twilight’s lips met his with a palpable urgency. For a moment, time seemed to stop, and only the contact of their mouths, the soft exchange of breaths, and the frantic beating of their hearts existed. It didn’t matter if the sky was falling; this moment was unique, solely for them.

After a prolonged moment of confusion, their lips parted, leaving only a small space between them.

“Seriously? Why does every fragment of yours talk so much?” Twilight said.

Sombra noticed a faint blush on Twilight’s cheeks and felt warmth rise to his own.

He quickly averted his gaze.

“Oh, well...” the unicorn stammered.

The tension in the air was palpable, and neither knew how to break the silence. Twilight set aside the embarrassment of the moment and sighed heavily.

“Alright, let’s hurry up,” she said, turning to walk in the opposite direction of the unicorn.

King Sombra was bewildered by her words, following her almost reflexively before reacting.

“What are you talking about? I already told you to leave, now. I...” he began, but Twilight turned abruptly, annoyed.

Twilight, having walked a few meters away, came back to stand in front of him.

“What are you talking about? Do you think I’m going to leave you here after you tormented me all this time? No, no. You owe me compensation for all the time I lost,” she said, angered, not allowing for any rebuttals.

Sombra stood stunned, confused. What was this stubborn pony up to? He didn’t know, but that was what he liked most about her: her personified obstinacy.

He smiled faintly, turning his gaze with a hint of sadness. He knew that, in the end, nothing would change, but he wanted to spend a few more minutes with her before it was over.

“Ok...” he finally said, yielding to the pony’s will.

to be continued.

Chapter 15

Voices from Beyond Part I

Where am I...?

My head hurts...

Wait, where is my head?

King Sombra sat up and opened his eyes, but he couldn't feel them. Nor his body, nor anything. Where was he? He looked around but saw nothing. He thought it was nighttime, but there was no light, not even moonlight. He knew he was no longer in the Crystal Empire. What had happened? Hadn’t the heart shattered him into a thousand pieces? How was he still alive, if that was even the right word for it?

He examined his limbs. They didn’t respond. He tried to use his magic, but it was no use. He felt nothing. It was as if all his emotions had evaporated.

He no longer felt anger or happiness, if he ever did. Would this be his eternal fate? Was this his punishment, trapped in the same darkness that once was his power?

“It’s not so bad,” he thought. He lay down and began to sleep.

“It was all her fault.”

King Sombra jolted awake. What was that voice? Was that his own voice? But he hadn’t spoken.

“That unicorn and her stupid dragon.”

He got up again. Who was interrupting his eternal nap? Couldn’t he even rest in his own hell? This was too much.

“They ruined all our plans… My plans!”

He looked in every direction but couldn’t discern where the voices were coming from. Everything was too dark. Finally, he saw it: many versions of himself, talking amongst each other.

“And now what? Our physical form is falling apart.”

“It’s because of the heart. We barely managed.”

“W-W-We’re going to die? I don’t want to die!”

“Who invited the weird one?”

King Sombra watched with curiosity. There were many versions of himself, all speaking almost simultaneously, making it hard to understand them. What was happening? He approached them. Were they the reason he couldn’t feel anything? It seemed that not only had his physical body shattered into deformity, but his soul had too.

All the versions noticed his presence.

“Who is that?” asked one.

“He is us,” replied another.

“Us? I’m not that ugly. You compare me to that thing?” said another.

“M-M-Monster!” one of them exclaimed.

King Sombra watched with curiosity, trying to speak to them, but his voice wouldn’t come out. It seemed his physical form had become so deformed that his voice was no longer compatible with his body. He tried several more times, but to no avail. He didn't think much of it; after all, he no longer felt anything. Instead, he continued to observe the others.

“So what are we supposed to do now? We don’t have much time left.”

“How bad is the situation?”

“Bad. Devastating. At this rate, it won’t be long before our soul fades along with this body. Curse that crystal heart.”

“W-We’re going to die! I don’t want to die alone!”

King Sombra flinched. Was he going to die? Perhaps now he could feel the desperation to live? No, he felt nothing. How thrilling. But he thought maybe it was for the best; he had achieved nothing in his life, and a bunch of ponies had defeated him. Could he even live with such shame? He didn’t think it was possible. He returned to his place, lay down, and decided he didn’t care about any of this. He would sleep and wait patiently for death.

“Damn it! It’s all that pony’s fault!”

“Yes. I hate her. So smart, so brave, ugh.”

“I-I thought she was... k-kinda cute...”

“...Gentlemen, do you think the same as I do?”

All the King Sombras looked at each other and grinned maliciously. Did they all think the same thing? Yes, after all, they were the same being; despite being fragmented, each was still part of King Sombra.

Sombra flinched slightly, getting up from his place again. Was that what he was thinking? He assumed so; after all, they were the same being. If that was the case, they could somehow lure Twilight here to finish her off, getting some satisfying revenge before dying. They would toy with her, mock her, and who knew, maybe they could do something even worse to her.

He paused to think for a moment. Maybe he could... No, it wasn’t his problem. He lay back down. Why should he do anything? Especially not for the pony who had somehow defeated him! It wasn’t his problem anymore; he no longer cared. Let them do whatever they wanted; after all, they would die soon with him.

"Those fools... somehow they did it," Sombra said, still lying in the darkness. Who would have thought they managed to tap into Twilight’s dreams? Poor pony. That was all he could think. But he had no intention of intervening. It wasn't his concern.

The first few times, Twilight was tormented by his other versions in horrific, unimaginable scenarios.

Even he found them disturbing. Was this a result of no longer having emotions?

He sighed, but for some reason, every time Twilight would forget everything upon waking up.

"This ins't fun. When can we kill her?"

"We need to connect more deeply to her dreams to establish a direct link."

"D-Do we really have to kill her? She’s so beautiful!"

"She is... and stubborn," he said with malice, causing everyone to laugh.

Sometimes, this made him feel a bit sick. Was this really him? Had he always been like this? Or were these versions of himself just the worst parts he wasn’t even aware of? He sighed; as long as they left him alone, he didn’t care. Why did dying take so long?

One dream after another, they continued with the same routine. Shadow did nothing, as he had said, but one day that changed.

He was bored, yes. He, who could no longer feel anything, who awaited the sweet taste of death. He was dead from boredom. Living with himself turned out to be worse than he had imagined.

He got up. Walking forward? A saying someone had told him once; he no longer remembered. He walked slowly, like an old man, reluctant to rise. His body was terrible to manage.

Was singing something good too? Yes. So why didn't he sing? Nobody would judge him; after all, he was alone! He decided to start singing, but it didn't turn out as he expected. His voice wasn't what it used to be; instead of a melody, there were only growls, each one louder than the last.

"Who’s there?"

He stopped singing abruptly, as if an arrow had pierced his throat. He coughed, emitting a low growl. Had they interrupted his debut as a professional singer? It was a shame, so he hid, concealing his presence.

It was her. What was her name again? Twilight? Yes, that was it. What was she doing here? And most strangely of all, why wasn’t any of his versions tormenting her as they usually did? That was truly odd.

She managed to sense his presence, which surprised him. Was this the worthy student of Celestia? He had no choice but to reveal himself.

"W-What are you...?" she asked, a hint of fear on her face.

He couldn’t believe it.

Why was she asking him, what he asked himself the same question since he arrived? Was he now just a mere presence? A mere soul? Someone who couldn’t even feel pain? He wasn’t sure, but the way she looked at him, not like all his versions who mocked him for being literally deformed and horrible, but with fear and, somehow, as if there was more to him, made him feel... relieved? Was he feeling something? Or was it just an illusion?

Well, hefelt something, a presence nearby; another version of himself was close. He looked back at the pony. What was he supposed to do? He wasn't supposed to interfere, to do nothing, but...that was just the decision he made, right?

He opened his mouth and tried to say, "There’s no time, you need to leave," but no sound came out. It was the first time he felt, was it frustration? Like when you stumble while talking about something you love, that kind of feeling.

He sighed, but somehow, did he manage to make her leave? She vanished. That was strange. Could he make her wake up with what he had just done? And worst of all, why had he done all this?

to be continued.

Chapter 17

Voices from Beyond Part III

The expression on the pony's face as she saw the stars seemed to warm his chest in a way he didn’t fully understand. He felt a warmth, as if simply watching her admire the starlit sky brought him a new sense of well-being. But she always had to ask so many questions. Although he usually ignored her, this time she said something unexpected.

"Did you do this for me?"

Sombra turned toward her quickly, opening his mouth as if to excuse himself, but then closed it, remembering he couldn’t speak. He wondered why he had done all this. For her? Why had he tried to change something just to see her reaction? Maybe he was tired of the pony's annoyed expression and wanted to see something different—perhaps a smile.

At first, he succeeded. But when she touched his hoof with hers, which was distorted by the darkness, he began to recognize it as a part of himself. Despite the darkness, it felt warm, surprisingly warm. It was a pleasant sensation.

He looked at her, confused. What was he feeling right now? He felt an internal warmth, nervousness, and even feared that his hoof might fog up. The pony’s expression was a mix of sadness and frustration, frustrated by the lack of answers to her questions.

Sombra pulled his hoof away.

"What were you thinking?" he asked himself, somewhat disappointed.

"You’ll never make her smile." He thought about what he could do to change the situation.

Speaking wasn’t an option; he couldn’t, nor should he. How would she react if she knew it was Sombra, the villain she had defeated with her friends, the same being who had tormented her through her dreams?

If he felt anything after Twilight left his dreams, it was an overwhelming exhaustion. He felt drained, as if every second had depleted all his energy. He longed to sleep, wondering if it was a side effect of the impending death he faced.

Finally, he allowed himself to rest. In a restless dream, he thought he sensed the pony beside him. Had he become so obsessed with her?

When Sombra woke up, he found Twilight next to him. She looked nervous, even frightened. He tried to approach her, concerned for her well-being.

"No, stay away!" Twilight exclaimed, a mix of disgust and fear in her eyes.

Sombra stopped in his tracks, feeling a sharp pang in his chest. It was like a small prick when she looked at him like that. He knew what was happening. One of his versions had reappeared. It was strange that they hadn't been around for several days. But why did it bother him so much now?

He did what he always did to wake her: in silent words, he thought:

"Time's up, leave."

And she vanished. Even with the little emotion he had left, he was concerned about whether she had woken up safely or if she was still frightened, sighing with worry.

That same situation happened again on another occasion. One of his other versions began to torment her in some way. Now they appeared in dreams within her dreams? The situation was very confusing. Why were they doing this? Why had they found another way to get into the pony's mind?

The situation was dangerous. If they continued to communicate, the connection would strengthen, making every sensation in the dream more real—including death. If the connection prolonged and Twilight died in the dream, she would also die in real life. Sombra knew this, and at first, he did nothing to prevent it, but now...

"Have you developed a taste for her too?" said a familiar voice, his own voice, but fragmented and distant.

Sombra growled. He didn’t like these fragments of him invading his space.

"Oh, come on. Why be so aggressive? We're all the same guy," said the fragment with a mocking laugh.

Sombra growled again.

"Still not planning to speak? Or is it that you can’t? How pathetic. And to think you're the main body," the fragment continued. "You can't stop us from dragging her with us, no matter how much you try to shield her from us."

"What is he talking about?" Sombra thought, still growling. What did he mean by that? He wasn’t protecting her, was he?
Then he remembered the times he had been with Twilight and how none of these fragments had intervened. Was he unconsciously protecting her, restricting these fragments' access to the pony’s dreams?

And that was why he felt so tired. Fending off all the other fragments of his soul was draining his energy, and it was also sapping Twilight's energy. He was startled to realize that if this continued, she would eventually run out of energy, just like him.

"Finally realized it, huh?" said the fragment with a mocking laugh. "Looks like you're the most sensitive of us all."

Sombra stood frozen, unsure of what to think. He remembered the few moments he had spent with her and how those moments made him feel warm inside.

Everything seemed uncertain, but one thing was clear. He wouldn’t let them continue tormenting Twilight. This had to stop. If he was going to die, he would take all his fragments with him, not Twilight.

With fury, he took a step toward his fragment, glaring aggressively. But as he took that step, he staggered. He still felt very weak; all his energy had already been spent. He squinted.

"Ha! Looks like you’ve finally run out of juice," said the fragment, smiling as it looked at him on the ground.

"It’s about time. Can we proceed with our plan now?" said another King Sombra who had suddenly appeared.

"I-I don’t want... Twilight to leave u-us," murmured another Sombra weakly.

"Relax, guys. Everyone will get their turn," said the fragments with malicious smiles.

Sombra, on the ground, couldn’t help but close his eyes, fearing the worst. That the other parts of him kept tormenting her in dreams, intensifying the connection, and worst of all, that she would remember every part of it upon waking.

Once his other fragments disappeared from the place, he slightly opened his eyes. His crimson eyes suddenly turned green. He still had a bit of his energy left, and he would make the most of it. If he couldn’t prevent those beings from encountering her, he would limit their time. By forcing her to wake up after that time had passed, it was the only thing he could do for her now.

to be continued.

Chapter 18

Fading Shadow

Had they been walking for just a few minutes? Hours, maybe? They didn't know; time was different here. Or rather, it didn’t seem to move at all. Twilight was walking ahead, with Sombra a few meters behind, keeping his distance.

Why? Well, our Twilight was nervous, thinking about why she had kissed him. Was it on impulse? Partly, yes; she had done it because all of this made her feel so frustrated, leading her to make impulsive decisions. But that wasn't all.

She had been kissed before by one of his fragments; that pressure, that sensation… she needed to know if it felt the same with him. This version of him seemed more sensitive than the others.

This made her think: Is this the only good part of him? What about the others? The others seemed to hate her or even obsess over her to the point of forcing her into situations she didn’t want.

"Was this the first time?" she asked, breaking the silence that had dominated as they walked.

"The dreams?" he asked. "Yes… a few weeks after the Empire incident. My body was reduced to a mass of shadows, fracturing my soul into several pieces…" he replied, his voice calm.

"I need you to tell me everything, every detail of it," she said, still not looking at him, just walking.

"Well… I don’t know how, but pieces of my soul managed to reach your dreams, even evading the guard of the Princess of the Night," he said, deep in thought. How could they have done that? They even bypassed the power of an alicorn. He was good, he wouldn’t deny it, but he wasn’t that powerful, especially not at that moment.

"And they started tormenting me. How nice," said Twilight, turning around to look at him with a hint of sarcasm. "You really don’t know how to lose."

Sombra looked at her, somewhat amused. It was the first time they’d had a conversation that wasn’t one-sided, where one spoke and the other responded with grunts. He started to laugh, but suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

"Ugh…" he stopped abruptly. Twilight noticed and rushed to him.

“What’s happening to you?” she asked, panic rising in her voice, but what happened next, she hadn’t expected at all.

He was fading away—or rather, his body was disappearing, like a mere reflection. Twilight reached out with a trembling hoof towards him. What was happening? Fortunately, he was still somewhat solid; she could touch him, but he was slowly vanishing. They looked at each other, one more worried than the other.

"We need to hurry," Twilight said. She was right; there wasn’t much time left.

Sombra was stunned. This was bad—very bad. But he wasn’t thinking about himself. He thought that if he disappeared first, Twilight would be next. If he vanished, this entire surreal reality would vanish along with Twilight's consciousness. This was very bad.

"Twilight, you have to go. Please," Sombra said urgently.

"Sombra, I already told you, we’re going to—" she began, but he interrupted her.

"Twilight, just look at me! It’s fine. This is what I deserve, don’t you think?" he repeated, desperate for her to leave. "If something happens to you, I..."

Twilight was startled. It was obvious that she mattered to him. Despite the things they had said before, were these emotions the same ones she felt for him when he was in his monstrous form? And if it was the same, that would make everything much more complicated given the moment they were in.

"Sombra, it’s okay, you haven’t done anything to me—" she tried to say, but once again, she was interrupted. Frustrating, yes. Why wouldn't they let her finish?

"Twilight..." he murmured with difficulty. He couldn't face her, and he couldn't because his conscience wouldn't let him. "You... you don't know, you have no idea what they did to you, or rather, what I did to you in those dreams..." he said, unsure of how to continue. "You have no idea! You're lucky you can't remember them... but I..."

Twilight looked at him with that expression again, that pained look that made his heart clench like a thorn piercing it. He was right; she couldn't remember the dreams from before she first saw him in his monstrous form.

"Yes, you're right," Twilight admitted, making Sombra lower his gaze even more. Even though he needed to confront her, he couldn't. "But it wasn't you; it was them," the pony added.

"But I am them... and besides, I could have prevented it... but I chose not to." His voice trembled slightly as he finally looked up at her. "Why are you doing this? I mean, I don't deserve anything from you."

"Sombra..." Twilight murmured. It was the first time she saw him like this. The first time she faced him, not in her dreams but when she defeated him, she thought he was evil, selfish, and many other things she decided not to mention. But now, she could see many things, including that he also felt fear, just like her.

“It would be better this way, Twilight, to disappear like the shadow of a dream,” said Sombra, turning his gaze away completely. He wouldn’t let her perish with him; he was decided, determined! He would do anything to get her out of this dream.

“What are you talking about? I already told you, we’ll find a way!” Twilight exclaimed with frustration. She knew she would find a solution, but at the rate Sombra was fading, every second counted. “Let’s keep moving,” she added, turning around and continuing. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, but he didn’t move.

“No,” Sombra replied, not taking a step. Twilight started walking, but didn’t turn around. “Where are we supposed to go...? This place is doomed!” he shouted, gesturing all around. “Why bother saving me? Twilight, you have to get out of here, now!”

Twilight stopped, her gaze down, teeth clenched. Let him die? No one would do that, least of all her. Why? Well, her emotions had been intense ever since she started dreaming about him. Maybe she had developed some kind of attachment? But that didn’t matter now. Whether it was attachment or even love, it didn’t matter. She could figure it out later, but not while Sombra was disappearing.

She turned to him and just stared. Sombra flinched. A staring contest? He was very good at those, and he wouldn’t go down easily! Both of them locked eyes as if arguing silently. Twilight stood there, persistent, immovable, but Sombra’s pupils were beginning to waver. He blinked. Damn.

“All right, tell me the plan,” Sombra said, sighing in resignation. Twilight gave a small smile of victory. Sombra also smiled, seeing her childlike attitude as she took charge. Had the real leader just shown up?

“Okay, I’ve been thinking about something,” continued the pony.

“Since when? Since you got here?” Sombra asked, confused but amused.

“Something like that. I still need to confirm a few things, but yes. It might work,” said the bright unicorn. This definitely had to work. It had to.

“I still insist you should leave; there’s still time,” said Sombra. He wouldn’t stop insisting. This was no longer just about him; it was about her. She, who made him feel things. Even now.

“Stop it. Anyway, I can’t wake up,” she said as if it were nothing.

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?” Sombra asked, confused. It was true, he no longer had the ability to wake her up. Now that he thought about it, he had tried to wake her up when he told her to leave, but she hadn’t disappeared. Why?

“I’m inside your dreams, in my dream. It’s... strange,” she replied, somewhat confused by the situation.

“That makes no sense,” he said, laughing.

“None of this does. How did even your other versions manage to connect to my dreams?” Twilight responded. Sombra looked at her thoughtfully. He had no idea, but something told him his other versions were somehow connected to the pony's plan.

That, he would find out.

Chapter 19

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Chapter 20

The Last One

Twilight had already encountered numerous versions of him. It had been surprisingly straightforward—just explaining that their existence depended on this method. The fragments had set aside their arrogance and quickly accepted. Sombra, on his part, felt revitalized, his energy and strength renewed. Yet, despite these improvements, he continued to fade, like a shadow slipping just out of reach.

"I don’t understand… Why do you keep fading away?" Twilight murmured, her mind racing as she fixed her intense gaze on Sombra. Was she missing something? Even after absorbing several fragments, he still seemed to waver, like a mirage on the edge of vanishing entirely.

Sombra noticed the look of deep concern on Twilight’s face and, almost instinctively, offered her a faint, reassuring smile. It was a gesture that seemed to emerge from the depths of his own weariness. Despite his fading strength and the unsettling reality of his condition, there was a strange comfort in seeing someone care so intensely for him.

"Maybe it’s because... not all the fragments are here yet," he suggested, his voice carrying the conviction that more fragments were still out there, waiting to be found.

"The worst part is that everyone says the same thing when I ask how they connected to my dreams…" Twilight muttered, her voice carrying an edge of frustration as if the words had escaped her lips almost involuntarily.

Both Twilight and Sombra remembered their recent encounter with one of the fragments, and it stood out vividly in their minds. The conversation had unfolded with an air of confusion and irritation:

"How can you not know?" Twilight asked, her voice tinged with frustration as her brow furrowed deeply. Her question was charged with a sense of urgency, as if demanding an explanation that could resolve the lingering uncertainty.

"I don’t know, kid," the fragment replied, sounding weary and exasperated. There was a palpable sense of resignation in his tone. "I think it was one of us who came up with the idea. It just sort of came to him out of nowhere. None of the rest of us had even thought of it. I don’t even know how he managed to make it work." The fragment’s words were laced with an air of frustration, as if the very act of trying to explain something so nebulous was wearing him down.

"But, literally, we’re the same," Sombra interjected, staring intently at the fragment.

"Yeah, but our memories are fragmented too. It’s a bad joke," the fragment grumbled with irritation. "Anyway, I accept. Anything to avoid disappearing here."

With those final words, the fragment underwent a profound transformation. It began to shimmer and pulsate with a soft, radiant glow, its form condensing into a luminous orb of light. The orb’s light grew more intense and pure, as if gathering all the essence and energy of the fragment into a singular, concentrated point. Slowly, the orb floated toward Sombra, its glow mingling with the darkness that surrounded him. As the light touched Sombra, it enveloped him in a gentle, warm embrace, seamlessly merging with his own form.

Twilight looked away, her frustration mounting. None of this made sense. If she didn’t even understand how they had connected in the first place, how could she resolve it? Sombra continued to fade. What if she was wrong? What if restoring his soul wasn’t enough and he kept disappearing despite all their efforts? The fear gripped her tightly, cold and paralyzing.

"Twilight, calm down…" Sombra whispered softly. He wanted to insist once more that she leave him, let him stay behind, but he knew this wasn’t the right time. Not after she had fought so hard for him up to this point. "There has to be a way," he said, trying to sound hopeful.

"Yes… there has to be a way…" she responded, her voice barely audible, tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

They exchanged a look, and Sombra’s gaze was unexpectedly reassuring. That moment seemed to stretch on indefinitely, but they both knew there was no time to waste.

"Let’s find the last one…" Twilight said, determination in her eyes. She knew exactly who it was. In every dream, she had encountered a different version of Sombra, but one was missing: the one who had kissed her the first time.

They walked on, the surroundings growing progressively darker, as if shadows were seeping from every corner. Finally, they spotted it: a corner even darker than the rest, where a fragment rested, almost as if it were lounging comfortably. It didn’t seem to be in a state of panic like the other versions they had encountered. Twilight approached with caution.

"Twilight… wait, let me handle this one…" Sombra said, stopping her with a gentle but firm hoof. He sensed that something had happened between this fragment and Twilight. Was it jealousy he was feeling? Or perhaps it was just insecurity, a fear of something happening to her?

Twilight paused, surprised by Sombra’s tone. She knew this encounter might be different from the others, but how bad could it be? Still, Sombra continued to fade, as if all their previous efforts had been for nothing.

"No… it’s fine. I can handle this," she said quickly, brushing aside Sombra’s hoof and moving forward once again.

"Twilight…" Sombra murmured to himself, his voice barely a whisper. There she was again, always trying to handle everything alone. He knew he could help… but at that moment, he was nothing more than a fading shadow. Just a ghost, trapped in his own helplessness.

Twilight moved slowly toward the dark corner that seemed to throb with a life of its own. The fragment hadn’t noticed her presence yet, but she could feel what was about to happen: as soon as she crossed that boundary, every possible escape route would be sealed behind her.

"What…?!" Twilight exclaimed, as she realized she was trapped.

"Well, look what we have here!" a familiar voice called out from behind.

Damn.

to be continued

Chapter 21

A Path Unseen

“Oh my god, did the one and only twilight Sparkle come to see me?” replied King Sombra, his tone dripping with mockery as he surveyed everything around him with disdain.

“I don’t have time for games right now. Will you join him, or will I have to make you?” Twilight said firmly, her eyes narrowing.

“Oh…” he responded, feigning fear. “I didn’t know you could be so aggressive. I wish I’d known that sooner…” he added in a sinister voice that sent a shiver down Twilight’s spine. Why did that tone sound so familiar?

“Oh, little one. You remember. Your body seems to remember,” he continued, stepping closer to her. “Don’t you recall all those ‘lovely’ moments we shared in your dreams?” he taunted, waiting for a reaction that would satisfy him. “I do. Every scream, every struggle…”

“Enough.” Twilight cut him off, not wanting to hear more. But her body trembled slightly at his proximity. She didn’t want to imagine what he had done to torment her back then.

“What a killjoy,” he said, sounding bored as he stepped back again. “Where’s that me who couldn’t speak? Oh, right, now he can. Why do mares always go crazy for the goody-two-shoes? I’ll never understand.”

Twilight, tired of his games, stepped forward with determination.

“Listen, time is running out,” she said.

“How original,” King Sombra retorted. “Thanks for the update; you can leave now.”

Twilight felt a twitch in her eye; this fragment was undoubtedly the hardest to deal with. Then she remembered what all the other fragments had said.

“You… you were behind all of this?” Twilight murmured. Sombra turned at her words.

“Well, well… you caught me! What are you going to do now, officer?” he replied sarcastically, raising his hooves. “Or maybe you’re curious about how I did it? It wasn’t that complicated, to be honest,” the fragment continued.

Twilight couldn’t deny her curiosity. She feared the method was so obvious, so simple, that it worked precisely because of that.

“You’ve probably figured it out by now, but this isn’t a ‘dream,’” he said, leaving Twilight even more confused. “Well, actually, it is, because you’re in our head right now. But I mean out there, in that dark place,” he added, emphasizing his point.

Twilight was somewhat aware of that. Somehow, they managed to connect their consciousness in this kind of sub-reality where Sombra’s body, twisted by darkness, could exist. She thought it was because of the Crystal Heart.

“You know, I read a book once, a long time ago. A rather boring book. But it said some very interesting things that I didn’t quite understand back then…” the fragment mused, as if recalling something distant. “It said something like… ‘Normally, when we dream, we have this "dream body"; it’s not a real body, but one we create to project ourselves in our dreams. The dream body usually represents our consciousness, and this can be easily drawn by certain energies... or something like that.’ How’s that for clever?”

Twilight’s eyes widened.

“What did you say? That book… I read it a few days ago, but half the paragraph was torn out…” she murmured. This fragment knew the rest of the sentence. What did he mean by consciousness being easily drawn by energies?

The fragment ignored her reaction.

“Well, that’s that. I thought if we used our hatred for you to create a bond and anchor your consciousness to this crumbling sub-reality while you were sleeping. Because when you sleep, that's when you're most vulnerable… I told you, very boring stuff, but it worked somehow,” King Sombra concluded.

“So, you were never really in my dreams... Instead, you connected my consciousness to that sub-reality... but...” Twilight continued, still piecing it all together.

“Ah, you’ve finally grasped it, Twilight," Sombra replied with that typical villainous air, enjoying the moment of explaining his scheme to the hero. "Since it wasn’t a dream to begin with, that’s why Princess Luna had no full access to it. From her perspective, she could only see what was on the outside—a dark, gloomy, empty place…”

“But what about the dreams within other dreams?” Twilight asked, still not fully understanding that part.

“Oh, by that time, your consciousness was already trapped in this sub-reality. No one else could enter to stop us, except for that beast. So, we had to project ourselves into those dreams somehow. That creature wasn't the only one with certain fragments of its powers, so we were also able to change our surroundings using your magic as the power core.” Sombra replied, stepping a little closer.

“By channeling our energies, we could prolong the stay of your consciousness here, making each encounter feel more real than the last,” he added with a sinister smile.

He leaned in, closing the distance until he was just inches from her face.

“And in that way, trap you here… so you could die with me,” he whispered darkly.

Twilight shuddered, a chill running down her spine, but she tried to stand firm in front of him.

Their conversation was interrupted when they both looked up at the same time. More dark fragments were falling from the sky, as if signaling there was no time to lose. Twilight turned back to him.

“That doesn’t matter anymore. You need to rejoin him to restore the original soul,” Twilight exclaimed, almost as if she were giving a command.

“No,” he responded, utterly disinterested.

“What?!” she shouted, raising her voice. There was no time for this, damn it. “Why? Don’t you want to live?”

“Live as a monster? Hmm, let me think... No. Restoring our soul won’t restore our physical body, will it?” he said, staring at her intently, studying her closely.

“Well… there’s that! But, you’d still be alive, wouldn’t you?!” Twilight replied, frustrated. She didn’t understand. The other fragment had accepted easily. Why was this one so stubborn?

“You call that living? Being trapped in a dark sub-reality, like a prison, where only you can enter… Doesn’t sound like a gift, does it?” he said, still reluctant but never losing that smile.

Twilight’s ears perked up in surprise. What? She hadn’t considered what that would mean. It was true; Sombra couldn’t leave, and she was the only one who could enter because of the connection her consciousness had already established with that place. But wasn’t that a good thing? She didn’t see anything wrong with it, but… would it deprive him of his freedom?

Twilight took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“I didn’t realize…” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady. “I thought… I thought restoring you meant just putting everything back together. But if it means condemning you to this endless limbo… that’s not what I intended.. that’s not…”

“Looks like you’re starting to get it,” he said, laughing. “Now you understand that you’re just like me.”

“I’m not like you!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, really? I wanted to trap you here with me, to perish alongside me. And you, who want to keep me from dying, so I could live as a prisoner, along with you?” he said, emphasizing his point.

“That… that’s not true! Stop talking nonsense!” Twilight exclaimed once more. Were they really nonsense, or was there an uncomfortable truth beginning to surface? “Anyway, you’ll be better, you’ll be fine once everyone is reunited and restored. Then we can discuss this.”

Sombra was momentarily taken aback by her words before he burst into laughter. Twilight stared at him, shocked.

“What now?!” she shouted.

“Oh, you’re so amusing…” he said, trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard.

“Do you really think he’ll be the same once I merge with him?” said the Sombra fragment with a sarcastic smile. “I didn’t know you were so naive, Twilight.”

Twilight shuddered, her brow furrowing as she gritted her teeth.

“What do you mean by that?” she demanded, trying to sound firm.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” he replied, chuckling as he stepped closer to her. “Maybe he’s part of the main body, but I will always be the dominant personality,” he added with a grin that made Twilight’s eyes go wide.

It was true. This fragment was the one most like the King Sombra of the past. If the two of them fused, would all the goodness in his personality be overshadowed by this darkness? It wasn’t certain, but the seed of doubt had already been planted.

“But what do I see here?” the fragment said, noticing Twilight’s expression. “Don’t tell me… you’re having second thoughts?” he asked, amazed, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“I don’t think… He’ll need all of his parts,” Twilight replied, a bright pink glow forming at the tip of her horn.

The fragment stepped back slightly.

“What do you think you’re doing? He won’t stop disappearing if I’m missing,” he said, regaining his stance in front of the unicorn. “Or would you risk it all just to have him that way? Like a dog that only follows your orders? A mere monster that can’t speak and only hears your voice?”

Twilight also took a step back. The magic in her horn began to dissipate. What was she doing? She didn’t know what would happen if King Sombra was missing one of his fragments. She put a hoof to her head, feeling confused. But she also didn’t want his attitude towards her to change…

They were in a tight spot, caught between a rock and a hard place, and time was running out.

What would she do now?

to be continued

Chapter 22

"—And what are you going to do now? I never thought I'd see the great Twilight Sparkle like this!" The Fragment exclaimed, laughing maniacally. His laughter echoed like a sinister reverberation, sending a chill down Twilight’s spine. There was no time to think. She had to act, and quickly!

A growing unease welled up inside her, mixed with a mounting desperation. The Fragment taunted her, reveling in her anguish. Every word was like a dagger, piercing her mind. She couldn’t waste any more time on his provocations.

"You know, I'm almost tempted to accept your offer just to see how much more you can suffer this way," he continued, amused, his crazed smile reflecting a dark pleasure.

"Stop laughing and listen to me!" Twilight shouted, desperately trying to get his attention. "This isn’t a game. I need you to merge with him and stabilize your soul, or we’ll both disappear forever."

The Fragment circled around her like a predator stalking its prey, completely indifferent to her words.

"Blah, blah, blah. Always the same thing. What is it with you and that guy? What do you like so much about him?" he mocked, a malicious grin on his face.

Twilight gritted her teeth, her patience evaporating with each biting comment.

"This isn’t about him!" she shot back, feeling the anger burn in her chest. "I'm just trying to save him. That’s all."

The Fragment let out an incredulous laugh.

"Oh, really? You’re not very good at lying, Sparkle. But... how about we make this a little more interesting? After all, time is running out," he said, stepping toward her dangerously.

Twilight instinctively stepped back. The Fragment’s proximity filled her with a sense of imminent danger. She could defend herself, but the fear of harming him—and thereby risking the restoration of his soul—paralyzed her.

"What are you planning?" she asked tensely, her eyes following his movements, trying to discern his true intentions.

The Fragment smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice as he continued to advance.

"I just want to enjoy my last moments... so stay still."

Twilight's back hit an invisible wall of darkness, and her breath quickened. She was trapped. There was no escape, and the Fragment kept closing the distance.

"Let me go!" she screamed, pushing him, but he only laughed and moved even closer.

Just when everything seemed lost, a blast of dark energy cut through the tension. Sombra, the real one, emerged from the shadows, opening a portal in the gloom. He placed himself between her and the Fragment, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Sombra!" Twilight exclaimed in relief, her heart lifting at his timely arrival. "Thank Celestia you made it."

"Step away from her," Sombra commanded, his voice steely, glaring at the Fragment with barely contained rage.

The Fragment paused, his mocking smile faltering slightly, though a glint of defiance remained in his eyes. He let out a light chuckle, still savoring the tension he’d caused.

"Why? I was just having a little fun before time ran out," he replied, that venomous tone still lacing his voice.

Sombra took another step forward, his body radiating power and resolve.

"I warned you. Stay away from her," he repeated, his voice laced with a deadly threat.

The Fragment smiled, twisting the words in his mouth like slow poison.

"Oh, come on, don’t play the hero. You’re so weak, you rely on a mare to save your life. Do you really think you're better than me?"

The taunt struck Sombra like a direct blow to his pride. His face darkened, rage and shame battling for control. He clenched his hooves so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Shut up," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm not like you."

The Fragment laughed even louder, his laughter echoing through the darkness.

"You’re right... The one who stands by and does nothing is just as guilty as the one who causes the harm."

The hit landed perfectly, piercing deep into Sombra’s soul. He fell silent, tormented by the words that reflected his deepest fears. He looked at Twilight, guilt etched across his face.

"Don’t listen to him," Twilight urged, trying to keep him from falling into the trap.

"But... he’s right," Sombra murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn’t do anything to stop the damage in the past... I..."

The Fragment reveled in his counterpart’s pain, savoring every second of his suffering.

"I was considering reuniting with you again..." the Fragment sneered, his smile twisting further. "Just to make you suffer more. And you know what? I would enjoy it so much."

He leaned closer to Sombra’s ear, his voice dripping with venom.

"And once we’re together again... as a beast, you can’t even imagine the things I’ll do to her."

Sombra trembled with a mix of rage and fear.

"Don’t you dare..."

"And who’s going to stop me? You? Her? Don’t make me laugh. Fine, I’ll accept. Let’s merge," the Fragment said, preparing for the final moment.

He began to glow, an ominous dark light surrounding him. Twilight’s eyes widened, realizing the critical moment had arrived.

"I won’t let that happen!" Sombra shouted, gathering the last remnants of his strength. With one final burst of dark magic, he attacked the Fragment, now a glowing orb of light. The Fragment, being only a shattered part of Sombra’s soul, couldn’t resist.

"What have you done?!" Twilight gasped, horrified at what she had just witnessed.

Sombra turned to her, his voice faint from exhaustion and pain.

"I’m sorry, Twilight..."

In that moment, he felt all his strength leave him, collapsing to the ground, utterly drained. His body shook slightly after destroying the Fragment, the relief on his face evident, but he also looked exhausted from the monumental effort.

"There was no other choice," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn’t let him merge with me again. I couldn’t let him hurt anyone, especially you."

Twilight fought to control her emotions, but the weight of the situation overwhelmed her. Tears filled her eyes as she looked down at the real Sombra, lying on the ground, fragile and pale—just a shadow of what he once was.

"Why did you do it, huh?" she spat, her voice trembling with tears. "You didn’t have to put yourself in danger for me!"

Sombra tried to sit up but barely managed. His body, weak and drained, struggled to stay awake. Guilt and regret were written all over his face as he saw Twilight’s obvious suffering.

"It was... necessary," he responded weakly, his voice barely audible. "I couldn’t just let you suffer."

Twilight noticed how the real Sombra was becoming more transparent, his form fading little by little. Desperation swelled in her chest, her heart racing.

"No, no, no..." she muttered, struggling to stay calm, though her voice shook with fear. "Sombra, don’t you dare disappear!"

Sombra tried to reach out to her, but he barely had the strength to move. His body grew more insubstantial with every passing second, his vision blurring.

"Everything... will be... fine..." he said weakly, though his words lacked conviction.

Twilight was desperate, watching Sombra fade before her eyes. The words "no, no, no" escaped her lips repeatedly, a desperate attempt to deny reality.

"This can’t be happening!" she cried between sobs, her voice full of regret and anguish.

Sombra struggled to remain conscious, his words coming in broken, faint breaths.

"Forgive me... for all that I’ve... done... and for all that I haven’t..." he murmured, his eyes reflecting deep remorse for his past mistakes.

Twilight, with tear-filled eyes and her body trembling slightly, looked at him with a mix of anger and despair.

"I don’t forgive you! You’re not going to leave that easily! Don’t disappear here!" she shouted, her voice filled with fury and sadness. "You’re not so cowardly as to leave me alone!"

Sombra gathered the last remnants of his strength to speak again.

"The place is collapsing, and there’s not much time," he whispered weakly. "I still have some energy left from the fragments... enough to wake you up..."

Twilight looked at him in despair, struggling to hold back her tears. Her voice trembled as she spoke, filled with anguish and denial.

"Don’t you dare..." she pleaded, her tone desperate. "You can’t leave. I need you to stay with me..."

A small smile appeared on Sombra’s face as he looked at Twilight. His tone was soft and full of unspoken emotion, though weak and fading.

"When the Crystal Heart turned me into a shadow, I lost my emotions... But when you came, I felt alive again, like I could feel something..."

Sombra gently placed a hoof on Twilight’s cheek, looking at her with a deep connection in his eyes.

"Before you arrived, I didn’t care if we died together here."

Sombra took a short breath, fighting to continue speaking, but determined to say what he needed to.

"But now... I want you to live. I want you to leave this world and find the happiness you deserve, Twilight... Happiness isn’t with me..."

His words were full of conviction, though his voice was weak. Twilight looked at him, every word he said piercing her heart, and tears fell freely down her cheeks.

"And who the hay are you to decide what my happiness is?" she yelled, her voice trembling as she struggled to catch her breath.

Sombra looked at her with a sad expression, filled with regret.

"I'm sorry, I’m a fool till the end... I know you’ll do great things, my dear. I know... you will..." he said, slowly closing his eyes.

Twilight could see how the real Sombra fought to keep his eyes open, how his body and presence became more and more blurry. Her heart broke as she watched, knowing he was slowly fading before her eyes.

As she watched Sombra fade away, Twilight felt an indescribable pain in her chest, as if a part of her own soul was crumbling with him. Would things have changed if she had done something differently? Why was fate so cruel, and this punishment so harsh? How could the Crystal Heart, an artifact that symbolized love and light, have unleashed all this suffering? The questions swirled in her mind, over and over, as she tried to grasp the cruel irony of the situation. She didn’t understand; none of this made sense.

Sombra lay beside her, struggling to stay conscious. With one final effort, he managed to speak a few words.

"I'm sorry, Twilight... but... you have to... wake up... Wake up," his voice was barely a whisper.

Twilight noticed how her own body was beginning to fade. The elixir’s effect was wearing off, pulling her back to reality. It was as if the universe was mocking them, stealing their last moments together just when they needed them the most.

Twilight fought to maintain consciousness, battling against the oppressive feeling of being dragged back to reality. Her hoof reached out for Sombra’s, gripping him desperately as if that could stop the inevitable.

Chapter 23

Dream's Fading Shadow

Zecora stood in the kitchen of her forest cabin. Her movements were methodical and serene as she prepared something in a large pot, its contents bubbling gently. The air was filled with the aroma of herbs and spices. Suddenly, her ears perked up at the faintest crackle. Without turning, she furrowed her brow, but her face soon relaxed into a warm smile when she saw you.

She gracefully turned around, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and warmth.

"Ah, I didn’t realize you were there," Zecora said, smiling. She gestured with a hoof to a small table in the center of the room, adorned with a colorful cloth and two cups. "Please, have a seat. I’ll get you something."

She carefully placed two cups of steaming green liquid on the table. The aroma of the brew was sweet with a hint of spice, a characteristic scent of the infusions she often made. Zecora sat at the other end of the table, her expression friendly yet inquisitive.

"Are you enjoying how things are unfolding? The story must be quite intriguing, hmm?" she asked with a playful smile. Then, her expression shifted to one of mild confusion. "Curious about why I didn’t tell Twilight about the dreams?"

She chuckled softly as she took a sip of her tea, savoring the flavor before continuing.

"Well, I’ll tell you. But to understand, I must first share a tale."

Gently placing her cup on the table, her eyes gleamed with a mysterious light as she began to recount a story that surely held deeper layers to be uncovered by the end.

In ancient times, when Equestria was in the bloom of its beginnings, there was a prince, a pony, who lost his beloved suddenly. In his desperation, he sought something beyond our understanding. In the darkest, forgotten corner of time, the prince summoned forces that transcended common knowledge.

With a broken heart and immense desperation, he fervently wished to see his beloved once more. In his plea, an ancient god heard his laments, looked at him with a smile, and spoke:

‘Little one. I will grant your wish, if your love is true. Each time you close your eyes, you’ll see your beloved in dreams anew. The more you dream and the deeper you feel, a bond between the living and the dead will be real. This artifact will bridge that chasm, as vast as the sky and the stars, to make that connection last.’

The god handed the prince a heart made of crystal.

‘"This shall your broker heart replace, A tool of love, in its embrace. Though other feelings may sway the way, If love is your guide, you'll find your way. With the one you cherish, you shall connect, As long as love is the force you select."’

The prince accepted it, and thus, he began. At first, all was wonderful. By activating the heart with his magic and thinking of his beloved, he would see her in his dreams. Her presence felt so real, he could almost touch her, feel her warmth. But over time, the connection demanded immense energy. Each dream encounter drained more of his vitality, and the prince began to weaken.

The prince, growing weaker, could barely rise to eat. His only desire was to return to sleep, where he could see his beloved and feel her love.

‘I want to see her, I want to see her, I have to see her’ he whispered in desperation.

Then, the prince took paper and ink, and began writing a message for anyone who wished to reunite with their lost love:

‘Normally, when we dream, we have this "dream body"; not a real body, but one we create to project ourselves in dreams. The dream body represents our consciousness and can easily be drawn to certain energies, forming a connection with another consciousness or even a soul. For those seeking to reunite with their lost love, know that love itself is the energy that will lead to the connection you seek.’

With these words penned, the prince returned to his bed. He slept and slept until he never awoke again.

Zecora smiled, her gaze reflecting the knowledge of a story that many may have forgotten over time. She took another sip of her tea, and with a cheerful expression, she looked directly at you.

"Now you understand the why" she said calmly, dropping the rhyme. "It’s said that after the prince’s death, the crystal heart was used to harness the positive feelings of the inhabitants to protect the empire with its light, strengthening the bond with the ponies... though they didn’t account for its other use."

Zecora let her words linger in the air as her gaze drifted to the horizon, suggesting that the power of love and its impact on the world were even more complex than we could imagine.

"Love is the only thing that can truly solve everything," Zecora continued. "The prince became obsessed with the image of his beloved, corrupting his love. That’s why Twilight must handle it on her own, with her own feelings." Zecora looked up, her gaze fixed on you.

"Would you like to continue watching?"

Sombra felt life slipping away from him; he was becoming more faint and fragile with every breath he took. He sighed, his voice barely audible in the silence of the room. Twilight was fading too—she was about to wake up.

"I love you, Twilight," Sombra whispered, his words emerging from his lips with a weary sigh.

Twilight pressed her forehead against his, tears streaming from her eyes as she struggled to keep her composure. She couldn't let it end like this. She pleaded with whoever would listen, any being that could stop it.

"What are you doing?"

Twilight looked up, her vision blurred by tears. She wiped them away desperately, still fading.

"What are you doing? Save his soul!"

The voice echoed again, this time closer, but she saw no one. Did they know how to save him? Twilight clung to any hope.

"H-how do I save him?! Tell me, please!"

The voice faded. Twilight panicked, holding Sombra tighter as he continued to vanish. The voice echoed again, louder this time:

"What do you feel for him?"

Twilight froze. Why did this matter now? This wasn’t helping! She looked back at Sombra, who was still disappearing, just like her. She held onto him tighter and whispered, her heart hanging by a thread.

"I love him."

That moment of silence, with the world collapsing around them, felt eternal. The voice took its time returning; only Twilight's sobs broke the stillness.

"Yes, that will be enough."

Those were the last words from the voice. The crumbling place, the falling darkness, everything was enveloped in a white light. The glow blinded Twilight for a moment. That light—it reminded her of... the Crystal Heart?

Once everything was consumed by light, Twilight opened her eyes and looked at her hooves. She was no longer disappearing? She quickly searched for Sombra but didn’t see him anywhere. Where was he? Panic surged through her as she walked through the... wait, what had happened around her? Everything was white, a vast white void. She couldn’t see anything, and no matter how far she walked, she got nowhere.

"Hello?" Twilight called, her voice lost in the emptiness. "Sombra?" she shouted, more desperately.

"Don't shout."

Twilight spun around immediately, expecting to see Sombra, but it wasn’t him. Standing in front of her was... a crystal pony? Yes, it looked like one, shining and radiant. Even their clothing seemed ancient, with a crown around their horn.

"What...? Who are you...?" Twilight asked, confused. "What are you doing in Sombra's dreams?"

"Dreams?" the pony chuckled kindly. "No, dear, we're no longer in his dreams. We're in the void."

Twilight’s eyes widened, perplexed. Was this the same dark place where she always met the Beast? That grim and shadowy sub-reality was now a vast white void.

"What...? How...? Why...? And if that's the case, where's Sombra? Has he disappeared?" she exclaimed, filled with questions, feeling panic take over her again.

The pony lifted a hoof calmly, gently touching her head.

"Calm down, calm down. Everything will be fine. As for that unicorn, don't worry, his soul will soon ascend to the astral plane," they said with a smile.

Twilight’s eyes widened in shock. What was this pony talking about? Her mind was in chaos, a storm of questions swirling without answers. Where was Sombra? What was this place? Her heart pounded in her chest, and the uncertainty overwhelmed her.

"Come, walk with me," the pony said, their tone serene but commanding, as they began to move through the vast void. Twilight followed cautiously, studying them.

The pony was tall, their majestic figure reminded her of a king, as if each step carried ancestral authority. Their white mane gleamed like snow, and their light blue hair flowed like a gentle stream under the light.

As they walked, the atmosphere around them seemed to hum with unknown energy. Twilight felt an increasing weight on her chest, as if something terrible was about to be revealed.

"I must thank you, child," the pony said in a calm yet deep voice.

Twilight looked up, visibly confused, her thoughts barely organized.

"Thank me? For what...?" she asked cautiously. Nothing made sense, and her bewilderment grew.

The pony let out a soft laugh, though there was something melancholic in it, something broken.

"When I lost my beloved, Thunder Blossom, I went mad. The pain drove me to do forbidden things," they replied, not stopping their walk. Their words resonated as if they were speaking more to themselves than to her. "When our connection was severed, my soul shattered too. My obsession to see her again, my frustration, all of that... Corrupted this place, turning it into a black and dark abyss, like my despair."

Twilight paused for a moment, processing what had been said. She looked around; that vast white void, which had once been a gloomy reality, had been the product of someone’s pain. Not Sombra's, but this enigmatic pony walking beside her. The sorrow they carried seemed to have become tangible.

"So..." she hesitated, unsure how to continue, "You caused all of this? The void, the darkness...?" she asked softly, though part of her feared the answer.

The pony nodded without looking back.

"Yes, this place is projected thanks to the magic of the Crystal Heart. It allows a connection between two specific planes, enabling two souls to connect, using emotions as the main core. My desperation to bring her back tainted everything, to the point where it became an endless hell. And yet, you... You brought light here. Your feelings, and his, were stronger than my sorrow."

Twilight felt her mind struggling to grasp what was happening. The Crystal Heart? Two planes connected by emotions? Her confusion deepened, but something inside her told her there was more to this crystal pony than they were revealing. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

"But... how did I change things?" she asked, her voice trembling but firm, determined to get answers.

The pony stopped for a moment, slowly turning their head toward her, with a deep gaze full of wisdom, but also of sadness.

"Love, child," they whispered, almost reverently. "The love you feel for that unicorn. It’s pure, so powerful that it broke the chains of my darkness, the same thing I once wished for but could never achieve. Your connection with him transcended the limits of this place, illuminating what had been lost in the shadows of my despair."

Twilight felt a lump in her throat. The mention of Sombra, of her love for him, filled her with a mix of anguish and hope. She knew she loved him, but the fear of losing him consumed her.

"And what about Sombra?" she insisted, her voice trembling slightly. "You said his soul would ascend... Does that mean I’ll lose him forever?"

The crystal pony looked at her in silence for a few seconds before nodding gravely.

"If his soul follows the path to the astral plane, yes. You won’t see him again as you know him. However..." they paused, watching her closely, "that fate is not sealed yet. You have the ability to prevent it, but it won’t be easy."

Twilight felt a flicker of hope, though faint. If there was a way to save Sombra, she would do whatever it took. Her mind raced, searching for a solution, though she didn’t know where to begin.

"How?" she finally asked, almost begging. "How can I save him?"

The crystal pony looked at her with a mix of compassion and melancholy. They turned fully toward her, their imposing figure casting a faint shadow in the endless white.

"You must find his soul. It’s here somewhere. He still has a chance, as the remnants of his physical body persist. Go to him and stop him from crossing to the other side."

Twilight nodded slowly, knowing she had no other choice. No matter how difficult the path, she couldn’t let Sombra disappear.

"I’m ready," she said with determination, though her heart pounded with fear of the unknown.

The pony looked at her one last time, with a smile that seemed to contain centuries of sadness and wisdom.

“Then go, child of light. Let your love be your guide. And remember, not all hearts can be saved… but those who truly desire it always find a way. Unfortunately, I cannot help you, as my time is running out; I too will soon ascend.”

Twilight nodded.

She began to move through the vast white void, but now something had changed. The air, once neutral, was becoming denser and more oppressive, as if trying to hold her back. In the distance, a bright light began to form, and there, right at its center, was Sombra.

When she saw him, her heart sank. Sombra was nothing more than a fading figure, barely visible in the radiant light enveloping him. He looked so fragile, so out of reach. Her mind screamed that she needed to hurry, but her body barely moved. She couldn’t let him cross that light. He was ascending.

“Sombra!” she shouted, but her voice seemed to get lost in the void.

He heard her but did not move. His eyes, once filled with dark and determined strength, were now dimmed. The look he gave her was full of resignation, as if he had already made his decision.

“Twilight...” his voice was soft, barely a whisper. “There’s nothing more you can do. The best... is for me to go.”

Twilight felt the world shattering around her upon hearing those words. She couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t let him give up!

“No!” she cried, running towards him, struggling against the invisible force trying to push her back. “Don’t go, Sombra! You can’t do this!”

Sombra closed his eyes for a moment, his shoulders sagging as if carrying the weight of centuries.

“I’ve caused too much harm, Twilight,” he continued, his voice tinged with overwhelming sadness. “Maybe... it’s better this way. At least, if I go... I won’t be a threat to anyone, not even to you.”

Twilight reached him, her heart pounding with a mix of desperation and love. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, shaking her head, unable to accept what she was hearing. She took him by the shoulders, clinging to him as if she could anchor him to the world, as if her simple touch could prevent him from fading away.

“It’s not true,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’re not a threat, Sombra. You’re not to me.”

He finally looked at her, his dark eyes shining with a mix of pain and tenderness.

“What’s best for you... is for me to go,” he repeated, but now his voice trembled, as if despite his words, he wasn’t entirely convinced.

Twilight shook her head more vigorously, tears streaming down her face.

“No. No, Sombra...” she whispered. “What’s best for me... is for you to stay. Because I love you.” The words came from the depths of her heart, a feeling so pure it seemed to light up even the dark decision Sombra had made. “I love you, and I will continue to love you, even if you choose to leave. But I can’t imagine this world without you.”

Sombra remained still, unmoving under her touch, as her words pierced him like a dagger. The light around him flickered, as if it were about to decide his final fate.

“Twilight...” his voice cracked for the first time. “How can you love me after everything? I’ve been selfish, I’ve been cruel... I don’t deserve your love.”

Twilight cupped his face in her hooves, forcing him to look directly into her eyes, her tears falling onto his skin.

“It doesn’t matter.” Her voice was firm, though filled with emotion. “Love isn’t about deserving, Sombra. It’s about feeling, fighting for what truly matters. And you matter to me.”

Twilight’s words resonated in the void, filling the space with a warmth that hadn’t been there before. The light around them flickered as if Sombra’s decision was hanging in the balance, as if destiny were waiting for his answer.

Sombra closed his eyes, feeling the weight of her words, their truth. And for the first time in centuries, he felt something other than desperation or hatred. He felt love, the love Twilight had given unconditionally, despite all he had been. A love that held him in his darkest moments.

“And if... I stay?” he asked in a whisper, fearful, as if the very possibility was too great to contemplate. “What would happen... if I choose to stay?”

Twilight smiled through her tears, with a sweetness that seemed to light up the space between them.

“If you stay... we will fight together. We will face whatever comes, as we always have. And you won’t have to do it alone. I’ll be with you.”

Sombra looked at her for a long moment, his chest rising and falling slowly, and in that instant, something inside him changed. The light surrounding him began to fade, replaced by Twilight’s warm presence beside him.

With a deep sigh, Sombra let his shadows dissipate. Twilight’s words cut through any doubt Sombra might have had. The light around them flickered one last time before fading completely, and in that instant, Sombra made his decision.

He opened his eyes, and when he fixed them on Twilight’s, there was no more resignation, no more doubt. Only the certainty that he wanted to be by her side.

“I stay,” he said softly but firmly.

Before Twilight could respond, Sombra took her by the cheeks and, without another thought, pulled her close. Their lips met in a kiss that was gentle at first, filled with the vulnerability and fear they both felt. But as the kiss deepened, all the love they had repressed, all the accumulated emotion, surfaced.

Twilight closed her eyes, letting her heart speak for her. Her tears still fell, but now they were tears of relief, of hope. Sombra’s kiss was tender, full of everything he had never been able to say, and Twilight felt the world fade away around them, leaving them alone in that moment.

Spike hopped off the train and rushed toward Twilight, immediately noticing her tired and worn-out expression. His concern grew when he saw the state she was in, but he also noticed a sparkle of happiness in her eyes that calmed him down a little.

"Twilight, are you okay?" Spike asked, his voice full of worry. "You look exhausted. Did the nightmares continue? I knew it—I should have stayed!" he insisted, even more worried than before.

Twilight lifted her gaze to him and gave a weary smile, though the bags under her eyes revealed just how exhausted she truly was.

"I'm fine, Spike," she reassured him, her voice tired but filled with affection. "The nightmares have ended... and I found something in the process."

Spike raised an eyebrow, still concerned but also intrigued by Twilight's words. He had never seen her like this before—tired, but at the same time filled with a strange happiness.

"You found something? What did you find?" he asked, curious.

Spike noticed that Twilight was avoiding giving him details about what she had discovered, but he decided to leave her to her mystery for now. Instead, he focused on recalling the past two weeks of his trip.

“So, Spike, how have you been? What have you been up to these past two weeks?” she asked.

"Oh, it was great! I had so much fun!" he exclaimed, animated. "I saw amazing places, tried new foods, and met some cool folks. But nothing beats being home."

Spike kept pressing Twilight, desperate to know what she had found.

"Come on, Twilight, tell me what you found. You can't just leave me hanging like this," he complained, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Twilighttt, tell me what you found!"

Spike looked at her with frustration, tired of her evasive answers.

"Twilight, I'm serious!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms in front of him.

Twilight chuckled softly, clearly enjoying keeping him in suspense.

"It's hard to explain, Spike..." she admitted, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "But I'll tell you something..."

Spike leaned in, eager for information, finally getting something real from Twilight.

"Come on, tell me!" he urged, still a bit frustrated but equally intrigued.

Twilight smiled playfully and leaned closer to him, speaking in a low voice as if sharing a secret.

"I found a Dream's Fading Shadow," she whispered, a mysterious smile on her lips.

Spike stared at her in confusion, not entirely sure what she was talking about.

"What's that?" he repeated, his voice full of curiosity. "I don't think I've ever heard of that before. What exactly is it? Did you find the cause of your nightmares?"

Spike noticed she enjoyed keeping him guessing and eventually gave up.

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't. As long as you're okay, that's all that matters," he said, crossing his arms and pouting.

Upon arriving home, Spike let out a sigh of relief; it was comforting to return to a place without problems or delusions.

"I'm going to say hi to everyone! I'll be back later, Twilight!" Spike exclaimed as he dashed out of the place, eager to tell everyone he was back. That was a sweet thing about him, and for Twilight, it was a relief. She finally had some time alone.

She quickly headed up to her room, shutting the windows and everything that might disturb her. Her sheets brushed against her mane, and her head rested on her pillow, ready to sleep.

She opened her eyes and felt a familiar sense in the white void surrounding her. She fondly remembered those moments when the beast always seemed to be there, waiting for her. Even though he was no longer the same as before, he still remained in a form she wouldn't have expected.

"Well, well, you finally came back. And here I thought you had forgotten me," Sombra said in a playful tone upon sensing Twilight's presence.

"I would never do that," Twilight responded with a smile.

He no longer looked like the shadowy monster he used to be. His original body was slowly being restored little by little.

"Oh, really? I thought you’d abandoned me for another stallion. I can't get out yet, so I get very jealous when you're not here," Sombra said with a teasing smile, moving closer and resting his forehead against Twilight's.

"When will it be ready?" Twilight asked, blushing from the close contact.

Sombra pulled back a little, looking at her fondly.

"It'll still be a while before my physical body is completely restored. The process is quite slow. But as long as you keep coming here, I can use your magic as a power core. This was an excellent idea!" he said, brimming with enthusiasm.

"Of course, it was my idea," Twilight replied with determination. "Though, if you can speed up the process a bit, I wouldn’t mind at all."

Sombra smirked and looked at her with a hint of sarcasm.

"Really? Have you looked in the mirror? Using too much magic could get you in trouble. It's a definite no," he said firmly.

Twilight smiled slightly, seeing his protective attitude. She could already imagine what it would be like when his physical body was restored and he could finally leave that surreal, dark space.

"Why did you take so long today?" Sombra asked, trying not to sound too possessive. Though the worst part of him had disappeared with the destruction of the last fragment, there were still some remnants of his old bad attitudes, but he controlled them easily.

"Jealous?" Twilight laughed, causing Sombra to blush. "I went to pick up Spike today. It’s going to be harder for me to stay here for long now," she said, with a touch of disappointment in her voice.

"Oh, that little dragon," Sombra said with a mischievous tone. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when I can get out of here and present myself as your partner."

"Don't do that. Do you want to give him a heart attack?" Twilight exclaimed, blushing and with a worried look.

"That would be quite a spectacle!" Sombra joked with a teasing smile. "Imagine everyone's faces. I'd love to see it!"

"Don't even talk about that! How am I supposed to explain this to the princesses? And the girls?" Twilight muttered, anxious. "I’m getting cold sweats just thinking about it!"

Sombra leaned in closer, gently pressing his forehead against Twilight's, their horns playfully bumping together.

"Shh, don’t worry. You're not alone in this," he whispered, making Twilight shiver in a comical way. "We'll figure it out when the time comes. After all, we're a great team!"

Twilight smiled, relieved and delighted that Sombra's attitude toward her remained so playful. She was eager for the moment when they could be on the same physical plane without restrictions, without barriers or limitations. She couldn't wait.

"Yeah, we will..." the pony whispered.

Twilight tilted her head slightly, feeling drawn to Sombra's soft presence. Their foreheads remained together, and the tingling in her consciousness only grew.

Sombra lifted one of his hooves and gently stroked Twilight's cheek, causing a shiver to run through her entire body. They gazed into each other's eyes with tenderness and understanding, without needing words. In that instant, Twilight took the initiative.

She leaned in a bit closer, closing her eyes, while a light blush spread across her face. Twilight's lips neared Sombra's, and both responded to the kiss with equal happiness. Their hearts beat strongly as their lips met in a gentle dance, and at that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, united in a moment of connection and happiness amidst the dark void.

When they finally pulled apart, Sombra started to laugh.

"Should I be worried? That felt pretty real!" he joked, lightening the mood.

Twilight blushed even more at Sombra's laughter and pulled away a bit, though he still kept his hoof on her waist with tenderness. Sombra's laughter was light and infectious, and Twilight couldn't help but smile too.

She shook her head, laughing softly.

"You're killing the vibe." she said with sarcasm before leaning in to give him another kiss. "I suppose that's what happens when two souls are so connected," she admitted, with a tender and affectionate tone.

FIN

Author's Note

"Hello! 🌟 Thank you so much for joining me on this journey through 'Dream's Fading Shadow.' I truly hope you enjoyed every moment of the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Take care and keep dreaming! 🌠💫