To Cure a Broken Heart

“I got it working!” Twilight exclaimed, startling Spike from his slumber.

“Jeesh, Twilight… don’t you think it’s a little too late for this?” Spike rubbed his head, considering he had fallen off of the bed.

“Not quite, Spike. It’s been moons since Discord left, and I’m not about to let Fluttershy worry any longer. I’ll get in here myself to see what’s really going on!”

“Maybe he’s enjoying it there…” Spike snuggled into the bed again.

“Fine, stay here. I’ll be right back!”

As Twilight entered the portal, she was thrown out as a human. She stuck her tongue out in disgust as she stood up on her two legs. She still wasn’t exactly used to the whole human situation… considering it had also been quite some time since her last visit.

Twilight glanced around, noticing the school ahead was empty and bleak. “Discord? Sunset? Anypony there?” Twilight bit the inside of her cheek as she took a few steps ahead, looking around before spotting a familiar friend of hers. “Discord! There you are! I’m assuming you got the situation handled? Although I guess that also brings up the question—” Twilight stopped, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him.

He didn’t… look like himself. He looked sickly, and there were open and half-closed wounds on his head and back.

“Discord?”

If the snarls weren’t enough to signal the flight or fight response, Discord charging at her did.

She entered the portal yet again, and the moment she got her pony-self back, she tried as hard as she could to close it. But just seconds before she could, her old friend followed.

Twilight hid behind a few overturned tables with Spike, hyperventilating slightly as Spike tried to calm her down.

Nothing worked.

But as a deep growl caught her attention, Twilight glanced up at Discord. Drool and blood dripped from his mouth, and as she gasped…

he pounced.