Author's Notes:

Hello all loyal readers! Sorry it took so long to come out with a new chapter, but I've been working on a new story. If you want, you can go check that out, it's a one-shot, so it shouldn't take long. Please tell me if you see any typos, thanks for reading!

In this world, there are two perspectives: what’s wrong, and what’s right. Whether stealing because you’re starving is wrong or right, whether killing a murderer is wrong or right, whether liking a certain kind of porn is wrong or right, etc. It’s one of the many things that are used to judge, insult, and hurt others. Whenever a person does something that is considered wrong, everyone who shares the opinion that it’s wrong will judge that person for it. No matter what that thing was or why they did it, if it’s deemed wrong in their eyes, they will judge that person for it.

Right and wrong, good and bad, it’s all idea’s and perspectives. They think that way either because of their experiences or because society pushed it into them to create a perfect community, which never works. A person taught from birth that murder is wrong, without personal experience to make them think differently, will always believe that. But an assassin taught from birth that killing is necessary and not evil, without changing experiences, will still believe that. That’s just how life is, and how it will always be. People put their faith and beliefs into the wrong things, and it will destroy us.

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Pinkamena was sweating in fear, more fear than she’s ever felt before. More than Discord or Nightmare Moon, more than when Celestia confronted her, more than she ever thought she could handle. Her heart was racing; her entire body was tense, she was clutching the sheets as hard as she could, she wasn’t just afraid, she was terrified.

“W-what do you want?”

She couldn’t see it, but she was sure she could feel it smirk. Whatever this thing was, it was sadistic. It’s sounded like a dark echo, being repeated by dozens of people at once, in such a dark tone. It was everything Pinkamena feared, but everything she currently was, and more

*Oh, what's that I hear in your voice? Is that fear? What happened to the cocky, arrogant Pinkamena? Did seeing me so many months ago, really scare you that much? Come on; I was just playing around! I mean, if I really wanted to scare you,*

Whatever this thing was, it was bizarre. Its voice was terrifying, with its echo and dark tone. But the emotion behind it was very different, it was lighthearted and joyful, almost like the way she used to be. Near the end, it took a turn for the worst. The joy behind was gone, the tone became darker and more sadistic, the echo seems to go into hyperdrive.

*I WOULDN’T USE SOMETHING AS PETTY AS HALLUCINATIONS! I’D MAKE YOU HEAR ME ALL THE TIME! TELL YOU THINGS YOU COULDN’T POSSIBLY FATHOM. I’D MAKE YOU QUESTION REALITY ITSELF! AND TRICK YOU INTO THINKING YOU’RE IN A DREAM AND MAKE YOU KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS! I’D BREAK YOUR MIND TO THE POINT OF SUICIDE! *

Its voice was booming, making her startle and her body flinch. The voice was so loud and powerful; it made The Royal Canterlot voice seem like a whisper. It gave her a headache and made her ears ring, but it also made her somewhat confused. It didn’t sound angry or threatening; it sounded…frustrated. After everything Pinkamena had been through, she could tell the difference.

*But, I don’t want to scare you, that’s not what I’m here for. Believe it or not, I’m actually here to help you. But don’t think I’m doing this out of the kindness of my non-existent heart, I’m benefiting from this far more than you are. And before you ask what I came to help you with, it’s to answer some of the questions you’ve been searching for.*

The tone of her voice switched back to her more casual one as if the multiple threats she had just made didn’t happen. Though, something about it was different. While it was still light-hearted, it wasn’t as joking or joyful; it was somehow more…serious. It didn’t sound as playful as it did before, it was more intimidating and vicious, it chilled her to the bone. But, no matter how afraid she was, some part of her couldn’t help being jealous.

“B-but Sylia already told me-“

*I KNOW WHAT SHE TOLD YOU! BUT SHE’S LYING! YOU CAN’T BELIEVE A WORD THAT COMES OUT OF THAT WHORE’S MOUTH!*

Its voice changed again, but while it was similar, there was actual anger in it now. It almost startled her. But it didn’t make her any more afraid it calmed her down. She could tell she wasn’t the one it was angry at. To a point, for whatever reason, she can slightly feel whatever it was. Maybe, like Sylia, it was also an entity in her mind. Which wouldn’t make any sense, considering Sylia probably would have told her. Then again, she had this sinking suspicion that Sylia didn’t tell her everything. And considering it didn’t seem to like Sylia, there might be a good reason for it.

*Listen, I didn’t mean to get angry with you. It’s just, well, there’s a lot Sylia hasn’t told you, and plenty she doesn’t know herself. I’m not going to tell you everything either, because I do agree with her on the fact that you’re not ready, not yet. In time, you will know everything; I promise you that.*

Pinkamena wasn’t sure how to feel right now, confused or intrigued. It was true she hadn’t fully trusted Sylia, she didn’t really trust anyone anymore, especially not anyone she couldn’t see. But she couldn’t trust some random demonic entity she’s only ever seen in a mirror late at night, especially since it’ll be giving information on the other entity in her head, what the buck has her life come to?

“Wait, I have a few questions about you first. Sylia and I have been talking for months, which is why I trusted her to an extent. But, I’m guessing you have no intention of answering any of those questions, so, I guess I only have two. Are you another entity in my head? If so, can both of you talk to me at the same time, or can you only talk to me one at a time?”

Pinkamena’s fear had slowly been subsiding, as she gradually adjusted to whatever this thing was. She had theorized what this thing was ever since that night, and she had narrowed down to two things. It was either some remnant from The Meotrize War that had tried to take over her body like Sylia, she didn’t know what Sylia was then, but she speculated she was something like her, or, it was the aftereffect of taking so much zebra medicine. Either way, she really had nothing to be afraid of anymore. She was scared of it before mainly because she didn’t know what it was, the list was long, and some of them were dangerous. But now that it’s connection to Sylia was confirmed, the things it could be were no longer dangerous.

*Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been watching you for years now, see all your changes and experiences; I expected you might ask that. I won’t go into detail, but, in a way, yes, I am another entity in your head. Unlike Sylia, I don’t intend to tell you my backstory, so don’t annoy me for it. As for my connection to Sylia, I hate her fucking guts! I would kill her if I could! But, due to certain things that have happened between us, I can’t. Maybe one day, you’ll learn our past, but it’s honestly not that important. At least, not all of it. Some things you’ll need to know to prepare you for the future, but I’ll get to that later. As for if we can sense/talk to each other, sort of. The only time we can to talk to each other is if we’re both talking to you, without you conscious, it would be like a conversation between a deaf and a mute; it wouldn’t work. Though, we can sense each other's presence, but only when we’re awake. Sylia is currently in a sort of ‘rest mode,' she’s not really asleep, but she’s not really awake either. What matters is she can’t sense me, and if I’m in that mode, I can’t sense her. So, does that answer satisfy you?*

Pinkamena had her eyes closed; it helped her think. It annoyed her that she didn’t have all the answers because she apparently wasn’t ‘ready.' What for? She had no idea. But some of those answers did give her some clarity. Sadly, it left her with even more questions. Who was this thing? Why didn’t Sylia mention it? How long has it been here? But, she doubted she was going to be getting any answers anytime soon, so it was back to square one. But now wasn’t the time to think about the questions she had, she had to focus on the answers she was going to get.

“Yeah, it cleared a few things up. You can go ahead and start with whatever you wanted to tell me; I’m ready now.”

Her voice was calm and confident, the fear she had before was now completely gone. She cocked her head up to the ceiling; her chin raised in a cocky manner. As soon as she did, she could feel its change in mood change to angry; something had set it off.

*You know, it wasn’t that long ago that I had you trembling. And now here you are, acting so confident. And the thing about cocky people like you is I can’t stand them acting cocky around me! Why aren’t you afraid anymore? Don't you think that just because I’m giving answers doesn’t mean we’re friends! I won’t hesitate to kill you! I’m not anything like Sylia! I still have magic! And I can still brutally torture you without leaving a single scratch on your body!*

The room seemed to get darker, the tension rising, that amplified echo effect returning. While it did give her a headache, she remained unafraid and unintimidated. Her head was still raised towards the roof in a cocky way, a confident smile on her face; her eyes were closed in a relaxed way, she had nothing to fear.

“You can’t.”

She could practically taste the anger coming from it when those words left her muzzle; she loved infuriating people with her mind games. Psychological warfare was her favorite kind, violent being a close second.

*WHAT DID YOU SAY!?*

Its voice was much louder than before, glad only she could hear it. It made her headache worse and her ears ring, she was sure she was probably going to have tinnitus now. But her face didn’t change; she didn’t want to give it the satisfaction of knowing it was inducing pain.

“I said, you can’t hurt me. The only reason I was afraid of you before, is because I didn’t know what you were. But now that I know what you are, I know you physically can’t touch me. Even if you did have magic like you say you do, you can’t use it to kill me. After all, I’m your host. If you were to kill me, where would you go? You’d probably evaporate out of existence, having nothing to hold you down. And as for torturing me or trying to break me,”

The smile on her face widened, resembling that of Nightmare Moon’s or Discord’s, but the confidence remaining. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a look of beautiful insanity behind them.

“I’ve gone through months of nightmares that would shatter any normal pony, killed myself dozens of times, fought both the god of the night and the god of chaos, performed a massacre of changelings, took down a very powerful dark mage, tamed an entire hoard of parasprites, and I have backup plans for pretty much anything. So, go ahead, try to break me, I dare you.”

Her voice was seductive and daring as if she had everything planned, which she did, sort of. Instead of a string of threats like she expected, it laughed. It wasn’t a laugh of anger or anything; it was a happy, wholehearted laugh. It was almost terrifying.

*Oh, wow! In all my life, I’ve never met anyone like you! You’re so much like me! But at the same time, you’re so much like Sylia! That spunk, that fire in your eyes, that perverted way of thinking, even that unyielding confidence! Oh, Pinkamena, I think we’re going to get along just fine. I was honestly testing you! I wanted to see if the way you act all day was really you or not, and I’ll be honest, you’re a lot better than I expected. I see a great future for you and me!*

The smile didn’t leave her face, but it did falter. She hadn’t expected such a reaction; she hadn’t even considered the possibility. It had seemed so angry before like she had so much rage. She didn’t have any second thoughts about the legitimacy of it; it seemed so real. But it was apparently an act; it wasn’t angry at all! Is this what she was like? If so, it made sense why people would be curious about her. The fact that she was so like it made her feel…uneasy, and she didn’t get bothered by many things. But, this wasn’t the time to think about that, she would have plenty of time to think later. Right now, she had to get answers. She decided to play along and act as she trusted it, it was the only way to get answers.

“Yeah, sure! We can be great friends! We can gossip, talk about stallions and mares, maybe even solve world hunger! But, that’s a later conversation topic. For now, let’s just take a spin back to the reason you came, the truth. And I’m tired, so can we just get straight to it? I don’t want to sound mean, but, as you know, it had been a shitty day! So, I'm asking as a future friend, can we just get to it?”

*Oh, yeah, right. Well, to start off, I need to clear some things up. I will be giving you answers, yes. But not to everything, nor will I be giving hints or anything, I’d prefer to see if you can figure it out on your own. I want to see just how good your detective skills are, without any help. And it's not just answered I’m giving you; it’s also a warning. Which I plan on getting to after I answer some of your questions, as they’re more important. So, before we can begin, I need to assert a few rules. Rule number one: no interrupting. Unlike Sylia, I will not tolerate it. Rule number two: hold all questions until the end, I’d hate for you ask a question and cause me to lose my place. Finally, rule number three: Don’t expect this to become a normal thing. I’m not doing this because I like you, though I do. As I said before, I only do things when it can benefit me, either immediately or in the future, I recommend you do the same. Is that clear?*

Pinkamena’s mind was in chaos; she was nervous, confused, and curious all at the same time. She would have gulped, but that would have shown she was nervous. So, she decided to keep face; it’s all she could do. If she lost face, she might lose her answers, and she was far too close now. She was already curious before, but the part about the warning further intrigued her. If something dangerous was coming, she needed to know so she could prepare and kill it.

“Come on; you’ve watched me, haven’t you? Then you know how good of a listener I am, a lot better than I was. I understand your concerns though; I wasn’t such a good listener a few months ago. But, I can assure you, I am nothing like who I used to be.”

With who she used to be, this conversation would have been extraordinary. Then again, the way she used to be was extraordinary. She used to be random, childlike, immature, stupid, annoying, and so many other horrible traits she used to have. But now, she was better in so many ways, but, in some ways, she was also worse. She didn’t specifically hate anything about how she was now, but she knew some things about how she was, was better. The only thing she would envy about how she used to be, is that was the kind of pony Rainbow would have liked.

*Yeah, I guess you're right. Alright, I think we’ve beat around the bush enough, I’m just going to start by confirming few things Sylia told you. First off, everything she told you about the war, Meotrize, and her family, was all true. Her family was like that, they did live in another dimension, and there was a war between them and Equestria. But she was lying to you about her siblings, explicitly, their current whereabouts. She said she had no idea where they currently are, but that was a lie. In fact, you’ve encountered them before; she just didn’t say anything. And don’t bother asking, cause I’m not going to tell you who it was. But, I am going to tell you that they will be coming back, and soon. That’s not the warning though, that’s after I’ve cleared some things.

As for her parents, she honestly doesn’t know if they're still around or not. Which means you either haven’t encountered them yet, or they’ve already died. But, that’s not the case. Out of both curiosity and spite, I decided to search for them. And I did indeed find them, but whether they're alive, dead, or still ethereal, I’ll never say. Other than them, I don’t know anything else she would be lying about her family. But, that doesn’t mean I’m done. There are other things she didn’t tell you.

Remember when she was talking about rare birth talents, and how she was the first one in her family to be born with all of them? Well, that’s half right. She wasn’t lying about being born with some, like photographic memory and bloodlust. And while she was born with the rest, it wasn’t natural. I mean, I’m sure you knew that, with their genetic manipulation and all. But this was different; it had an outside influence. Something or someone used certain means to ensure that she would get them all, who or what did it, why or how, I can’t tell you. But, before you start trying to figure it out, don’t. It’s not all that important, knowing won’t benefit you in any way, it’ll just waste your time.

Anyway, back to the original subject. I’m guessing you’re probably curious why Sylia was the first one in her family to get them all, even with outside influence, it doesn’t make any sense, I thought the same thing at first. But, after a few years of…observing, I figured out the answer myself. A few dozen generations before Sylia, they lucked out. There’s one trait that is extremely rare, can’t be forced or created, and no matter the amount of research or genetic engineering, can’t be reproduced: Clairvoyance, the ability to see the future.

A trait like that, in hands like theirs, could be an unstoppable weapon. When they first had it, they didn’t even understand it. By the time they did and knew what they could do with it, it was too late. He had died during a revolution, enraging many of the family members, and making sure such a thing wouldn’t happen again. After they learned what they had, it’s the one trait they focused on the most. They did everything they could think of, trying generation after generation. But, no matter their efforts, they never got results. Until Sylia.

But, it wasn’t what they expected. Yes, she can predict the future, just not the immediate one. The one they had before could see weeks into the future, but only in his dreams, so that’s why they weren’t used. Sylia, on the other hand, was much weaker. It didn’t start until a few years after birth, maybe when she was six or seven, I don’t remember. But, at completely random and unpredictable times, she would have flashes of the future. They can last from five seconds to five minutes. As for how far in the future, it could be sometime between the next ten seconds, or the next ten years. It was impossible to tell until it happened, making it almost entirely useless to them. While she did eventually manage to control how often they arrived, she couldn’t control when.

There are many other truths and secrets Sylia is hiding from you, a few of them my own. Some about the war, some about her, some about me, and a few of things you have absolutely no idea about. I understand if you’re angry or frustrated, I’d be too if every answer left me with quadruple the number of questions. But, I assure you, all your questions will be answered eventually. Now, I said earlier that when I was done, I’d answer your questions. But, since I haven’t done this in so long, it’s drained me more than I expected. So, the amount of questions I can answer before having to go into hibernation is going to have to be limited. I know I said any questions, and I apologize, but, I promise I’ll make it up to you somehow. But, for now, let’s get through the questions. I’ll limit questions to about three, that sound good? Good, then start, and hurry, I’m exhausted. And don't think I forgot about your warning, I'm going to give it to you before I leave after your questions. *

Pinkamena had gone back to the same position as before; her head raised up to the ceiling with her eyes. No matter what it said, she didn’t react. It’s not that nothing it said was shocking, it’s just that after everything she’s heard, done, and experienced, she was convinced nothing could shock her anymore. But, just like it had said, the explanation had both intrigued and frustrated her. The only question that was answered was if she could trust Sylia, all other important ones weren’t, and she hated unanswered questions. And she had questions, plenty of them. She didn’t want to have to wait for her warning or questions to be answered, she was tired of waiting. But, she was going to wait, she had to. Besides, there were a few questions she might get answered here.

“Is the Clairvoyance trait always visions or dreams? Aren’t there any other ways it can show? Because, as you know, I have this thing called The Pinkie Sense. I can’t control when it happens either, but that’s the only real setback. Through random spasms of body language in specific orders, by trial and error learning what each one means in specific patterns, I can predict the future. And I’m not talking about a few weeks into the future; it’s usually immediate. The longest one time it took for a prediction to come true was a day, and that was under exceptional circumstances. It’s especially useful for combat, as it helps me predict how and where my enemy attacks from. So, it’s practically impossible for someone to perform a sneak attack on me.”

It didn’t say anything for a few seconds; she wasn’t sure if it was because it was tired or thinking, at least, not until it started laughing. It was much like the laugh before, except it didn’t sound as enthusiastic.

*You’re even better than I expected! You're smart, pretty, and you can analyze stuff like that in minutes! If I had a physical body and swung that way, you would be my ideal person! More or less, considering how my last relationship went. Anyway, back to your question. Yes, I realized it myself quite a while ago. That Pinkie Sense of yours is a form of Clairvoyance, an excellent one at that. True, the ability to see into the far future would be useful, to a point. But the future can be changed with even the slightest decisions, so, in my opinion, yours is far more useful. You’re capable of seeing any immediate threats towards you, making you an adamant opponent to take down in combat. I’d even say you can dodge arrows if you can master it!

But, there are cons. It doesn’t give you specific times, sure, it’s usually soon, but how soon? An estimate is good, but knowing exactly when is crucial. And, this is really a problem only for you, but it won’t help other people. The warnings are only meant for you, meaning, any immediate threats to anyone near you won’t register if it doesn’t damage you. You can save yourself, but not anyone near you. The best advice I can give you to fix that, don’t care about anyone, and you won’t have to worry. Now, before I start getting tired and cranky, onto the next question.*

Pinkamena wanted to think about what questions to ask, but she knew she didn’t have that much time to think. She had so much to think about later, but that was then, this was now. Luckily, there was a question she had always been curious about, it was really irrelevant, but she might as well know.

“Luna had gone through a mental breakdown and became Nightmare Moon, causing her to go to the moon for a millennium. I know this was partially due to Sylia’s father, though not entirely. Sylia told me Celestia become something of a mad queen during the war because of the potion, but she didn’t really do anything to Equestria. The only real difference was her erratic and manic behavior; she didn’t seem to change otherwise. But, I can’t help but think, did Celestia ever go through something similar? Did she ever become something like Nightmare Moon?”

*That’s…not something I can answer. Not that I don’t know the answer because I do. But, I can’t tell you, for a lot of reasons. Yes, during the war she was a mad queen, but more for her behavior, but she did have self-control. I won’t confirm or deny if she went through such a thing because if I told you, you would become a bigger target than what you already are. However, I will tell you Celestia is far from innocent. She is not this pure, all knowing and all powerful god she’s convinced everyone she is. She’s killed, lied, tortured, blackmailed, corrupted, and done so many horrible things you have no idea about. Or, at least, she used to. After exiling her sister to the moon, she’s changed, I think. I won’t say specifics, but there are two possibilities. Either she’s turned over a new leaf after everything, decided to try to become the person she’s always pretended to be.

Or, she got even better. Over the thousand years, she didn’t have to worry about her sister stumbling upon her pastimes, she sharpened her skills of manipulation and such, both are possible. Oh, just a word of advice, don’t bother snooping, all you’d be doing is making yourself look suspicious. It doesn’t matter how talented or skilled you are, experience beats out everything, and she has plenty of experience. And considering she’s already suspicious of you, the odds don’t seem to be in your favor. So, if you plan on trying to take down a god, wait, don't do it while she’s pissed. Then again, she’s practically always pissed. Anyway, go on to the next question.*

Honestly, she wasn’t surprised. Even before she changed, something about Celestia had always rubbed her the wrong way. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but something about her didn’t feel…right. But, as it had said, there wasn’t a point. She didn’t need some evil entity in her head to tell her now would be a bad time, but a second opinion helps. Luckily, she had a plan for that. But, right now, she needed to ask a question, and she had one in mind.

“So, this is something that probably should have been my first question. But, for obvious reasons, it didn’t take top priority. This is more like two questions, but, I’ll ask anyway. What’s your gender and what do I call you?”

There was silence in her head, for a solid thirty seconds. It probably hadn’t expected such a question, and now she was probably considering whether it should tell her. It might have wanted to stay mysterious to keep more of a fear factor, but since Pinkamena was no longer afraid of it, there was no longer any real reason.

*Wow, I hadn’t expected that question for a bit, I thought you’d be focused on current events and wait until everything blows over before trying to get to know me. But, that’s fine if you want to go ahead and try, I have no issue with it. I can tell you my gender though, despite how I may appear, I am female. Then again, I think you already figured that out. As for my name, I can’t really tell you that. If I told you my name, it would be quite a surprise. Let’s just say my origins are closer to home than you think, but that might already be saying too much. If I told you my name, we both know you’d try to dig up anything you can about me. And while I’m confident you won’t find anything, there’s always that one percent chance that you will, and I can’t have that.

Anyway, since that was your last question, I’ll go ahead with your warning. Now, pay close attention, I’m going to be cryptic since I want to test your skills to the max. Here we go: ‘An enemy of the shadow once thought dead, will be returning many seeking heads. Returning with allies in the many, but is he truly foe or family? Your interest in your past will mold your future, causing you to stumble upon the sins of an insane butcher. Your friends and your family depending on your choices may stay, but for every sin you commit, you will pay.’ Now, from your experience with Zecora, I’ve noticed you don’t like warnings with rhyme. But, since I have so much free time up here, I put a lot of effort into that, so you better appreciate that. Now, I’m exhausted, and I can tell you are too. You have a lot to think about, so I’ll leave you be. Have fun with my warning, because I will be watching.*

Pinkamena felt her presence leave, not sure whether she should feel relieved or frustrated. She silently sighed to herself, but she didn’t say anything, nor did she have any emotion on her face. She should have been tired of being frustrated, tired of getting no answers and more questions, tired of having to deal with so many different issues. But, honestly, she was just tired of being tired.

Pinkamena laid her body on the bed, the tension finally leaving as she began to relax her body. She moved her head on her pillow so she could look at the roof, her mind wandering in thought. She had a lot to think about, the warning, her answered and unanswered questions, what she was going to do about Celestia and her guards, so many things that she really didn’t feel like dealing with. But, that was for later, now, she would finally sleep. Pinkamena slowly began to close her eyes, feeling like sleep would come very quickly to her. But most of all, she wouldn’t have to deal with any more pro-

There was a sudden knocking on her door; the knocks were quick and robust, whoever behind them was obviously in a rush.

“Pinkamena Diane Pie! This is the Canterlot Royal Guard!”

A masculine voice suddenly erupted from the other side, loud enough to probably be heard from the house next door.

“Celestia dammit!”