"Twilight!" "Twilight!" Twiiiiiliiiiight!" we all yelled, searching for the missing unicorn.

"She should be somewhere around here." Said Stratosphere. "Its virtually impossible she could've gotten too far. I mean, we all fell around the same area."

"Great, just when things start to get good, we lose the only pony able to understand the legend." Said Scooter, disappointed.

Then, out in the distance, within the farthest reaches of the library, I noticed a purple unicorn, pacing back in forth in terror.

"Twilight!" I said happily. The unicorn heard me, turned around to face me, stared at me for a second, then darted away, running at full speed. "Huh? Twilight, get back here!" I said, and without hesitation, flew after her.

"Twilight, what are you doing?" I said as I caught up to her. She did not stop, instead she ran faster, as if she were trying to get away from me. What did I do wrong? I need answers, and she's gonna give them to me. I flew even faster. "Twilight, stop running!" She would not stop, so I did what was needed to be done. I noticed an empty table so I flew towards it, charging at full speed. As I approached the table, I rapidly switched directions, bouncing off the table, and at an incredible speed, I tackled the unicorn straight towards one of the bookcases. Books were scattered in every direction, making a huge mess.

I came out from beneath a large pile of books, spitting out an encyclopedia that got stuck in my mouth because of the force of the impact. "Twilight, what in the name of Equestria were you thinking?!" Twilight, who was laying on the floor, slowly turned around to look at me, her stare was confused, as if she had no idea what I was talking about.

"Umm…" she replied. Then I realized I was being a jerk. Twilight just saved us from being mauled by those crazy monsters, I should be happy that has returned. Only that she didn't look quite the same as the Twilight I know. Her mane was a pale shade of purple, instead of the vibrant violet mane she used to have. Her eyes, her eyes were a different story. They were no longer those beautiful purple eyes, always focused and determined, but instead they were a dull shade of grey, replacing her attentive and dedicated look with a blank, confused stare. I reached towards her head with my right hoof and slowly stroked her mane, removing a loose strand of hair covering her left eye.

"Twilight," I spoke to her once again, this time with a soft gentle voice, "are you okay?" She just looked at me with that blank and confused stare.

Then, with a scared and defenseless glance, she moved back and said "Who's Twilight?"