The light was warm, your body was numb, and the last bits of hope you yearned for felt as if presented to you by some godly like entity basked in a glow of pure luminosity. The touch of its gentle rays made you at ease, as your vision may have been blinded, but your numbed body could only feel as if all the stress, weight of fear, and troubling pain suffered from those torturous events had healed away. But realization; the clarity to awaken you into the pits of a terrible truth, had plunged you back to where you were really at.

You found yourself sitting comfortably upon a leather chair before a woman behind her desk. Her long cerulean-lime-and combed hair was over her shoulders, shadowing a bit of her collar upon her fine brown suit. But what made her so alluring than her proper, business attire, and hair style was the purple eyes that gaze at yours. You felt the authority and power behind those pupils, the sensation of true distinction between you and her. But how did you get in here, and who was she?

As large as the room was with some bookshelves on the right side corners of the wall, and the fine artwork of lakes and buildings, even the old town of Ponyville. You could not help but feel safe here, but also frightened. Here you were before a large powerful creature whom had the eyes of a powerful presence, but remained quiet and observant of you before her.

"Pinkamena screw up what was actually planned. I swear, you give one of the most manipulative and dangerous person in the world a simple plan, and they screw it up out of confusion. She was not supposed to have the entire facility after you, she was supposed to protect you. Now she lost it, and the place is going to hell." She spoke, "My name is Celestia...I am sure you know very much about me."

Of course you did, you had to, or it would have been your life in the beginning of this hell.

“I like to apologize for what Pinkamena had put you through. I am sure the pain is still there and your body is racked with agony, but I like to assure you that my doctors did the best of their abilities to ensure you were patched up and apply as much antibiotics to subdue any abnormal residue that had flooded into your body. No pour soul deserves to go through the hell you have been through.”

She could say that again as you thought.

“And I would like to apologize to you for having you here confused and perhaps wondering why I had my men put you down. It is simple…I need your help and surely you would need mine. But first we must talk about Pinkamena and how you will help me put an end to her nonsense that she had spurred up and how I can continue my plans for this place.”

By then you felt this was not needed and that all you really wanted was to get out of this place. Whatever plans she had in store matter little to you, all that matter was surviving for the next day.

“I am sure you are aware how this place was built and what made it function the way it was made to be. There were originally bosses put in task for each wing and hopefully the main building in general, but after the event where Pinkamena was taken in, I had no choice but to come over and ensure nothing went wrong. You see, I sent her here. To find and get you out of here to me.”

You froze and eventually glared angrily at Celestia. How could she allow a psychopathic woman like Pinkamena to even step a foot closer to you, let alone be breaths away? The things she has done to you, the terrible moments she put you through, and the lives she had taken just to get you…it was wrong. It was maddening. By then you knew you had to hate her. It was her fault.

“You’re probably angry,” she began, “but I assure you I had great reasons to allow Pinkamena to walk into this place. She was arrested and sentenced to death row after detectives found missing ponies’ skewer and dismembered within her basement, along with the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Cake compiled with their children. However, though many insisted I put her life to an end, I saw use in her. When we spoke in an interrogation room to get answers why she committed such a terrible act, she told me in verbatim, “for the sake of feeling something you lost after witnessing the death of someone you loved. From there I figured out the use for her would only benefit me.

“You see, I am in charge in keeping in track of the records in who comes into this place and why. I saw your report when you were young and for some odd reason Pinkamena began and was caught on the same day you were brought here. Not only that, she kept saying she knew you…described so much about you in some romantic fashion…and many other things best left out. I look into your reports, analyzed your entire document and the actions the reports have told of your incident, and the ways how the two people with you from the orphanage were killed. Pinkamena was conducting a similar style to it, almost like a ritual she could not cease or change.

“And investigating the man’s home that adopted you and forced you to bare through such terror I have found…particular books. Like Pinkamena…he too was trying to gain back what he lost. This act is called The Butterfly Metamorphosis. Everyone starts out young and new to the world with pure souls, but once you taint them and allow them to take away other’s, they begin to devour those souls further and further until they reach a cocoon stage. By then, you will break from that shell and become a new creature, being. But it seemed so simple from there…in truth…The Butterfly Metamorphosis was actually a reincarnation ritual conducted by the ancient tribe located in the southern borders below the regions of South Amareica. It was the act of reincarnating a god or lost loved one.”

You were silent now, staring at Celestia in horror. That sick man that forced you through that hell only was doing it for his own gain. To bring back what he lost…but why you…why did he put you through it in the first place then to have killed you. So you looked up at Celestia in confusion, trying to figure out where you were in all of this. And so she answered, sternly and calmly that did not settled down your nerves.

“In truth…I believe just as that man, Pinkamena was going to continue her ritual to bring back the one thing she loved that was lost. Her sister…Inkamena Diane Pie. From what I found out in the paper about her fate was that she died in a rock mine accident, crushed upon the very boulders she was mining, however, they were not the only ones there. A man of some sort was there…when he wasn’t supposed to be. He did something to Pinkamena that made her violent and hostile, uncomfortable when touched, mostly by men, and by far-most persistent to hurt others to hide away her sheets of pain.

“Like Rarity Belle here, there is always someone seeking to harm another in order to gain what they lost. And that can be feelings, pride, will, humanity, and for the most of it…someone you loved. You are here before me because I need you to bring back what I lost…my sister. You are what we have been looking for our entire life. The very cursed creature with enough darkness to open up the gates of the afterlife to return the lost soul of our beloved into the body of an empty husk.”

When you were ready to run out denying such atrocities in becoming someone’s reincarnation, Celestia was fast to pull out a .44 Magnum, aimed at you with cold eyes piercing through your skin. You remained still and hesitant, listening to the rest in what she had to say.

“You will not die…no…but you will no longer have your body. Your soul will be fused with Luna and she will be back with me. That is when I can put everything that has happened to this place behind and finally at peace with my sister. Pinkamena wanted her sister…but it is not my fault or hers that the mine collapsed and took her life away and the man that did whatever tales of horror to her got away, but I assure you this…I will not allow my plans to fail. I have come too far…too far you hear me. Now…we are done talking. I am sorry, but the best I could do was tell you everything before the ritual would begin…now…sleep.”

With that said, you flinched in pain before gasping out when a sharp prick injected an unknown warm fluid into the side of your neck. You felt light and too weak to move, your vision becoming dimmed as your eyes slowly began closing, but as you reached out, you could only see a grin plastered upon Celestia’s face before you were embraced by the darkness once again. Left in the silence of the lambs where your reality will soon surface back once you awoken.