It's a late summer eve in a bar somewhere within Scandinavia and the people of the city are drinking for reasons partial to themselves. Out of the many where two odd drinkers among the bar. A middle aged heavily built man, overweight but with height and muscles, his dark brown unkempt hair is thick with sweat and the uneven hair of his chin and jaw is grown into a thick beard. A pair of grey sad eyes are looking into a glass of whiskey with a big piece of ice. A glass the drinker had brought with him to the bar, a single bottle of whiskey rests by the glass but the label is unreadable because of the poor lightning of the bar disk.

He's dressed in a black suit with a sweat stained white shirt with a black tie, a pair of well worn sneakers disrupts his stylish wear and from the looks of it is there stains of water and salt on the tux's black fabric, tear stains. He's been sitting there with his glass for two hours, not drinking a single drop of the whiskey.

The other odd drinker of the bar is a woman, a beautiful, voluptuous and red haired woman dressed casual in a blue blouse, tight black jeans, pink sandals and a brown coat folded in her lap. In front of her was a glass of red wine and next to the glass were four bottles, three of them empty. The woman had sat down there almost an hour ago and had been drinking wine in sips nonstop ever since.

It was eerie how different in looks and behaviour these two people were, it was making the woman acting as bartender starting to feel a bit like a viewer of a tragic love story in progress. The silence from the two alone was making her skin crawl and she was feeling that if she remained near them for too long she would question if they were even breathing.

She was glad when the red headed woman suddenly took a glance at the man's still full glass and spoke for the first time. “...Ain't thou going to drink that?” Her voice was slightly slurred from the alcohol but she had a strange accent, almost medieval.

Sighing the man lifted the glass and looked at it with while resting his other arm against the wooden desk of the bar. “...I am not sure if I want to...”

She gave a raised eyebrow at his answer and drained her glass before starting to refill it, asking the odd man as she poured her wine out of the container. “...Why would thou buy a drink but not drink it?”

He was silent still, but then a rough voice that sounded younger then the man appeared, with a Swedish accent, responded in clear English. “...Because I have never tasted strong liquor before... but today is a special day and my friends told me to at least try to drown myself in something other than snacks and soda...” At his response the woman blinked in confusion before noting that the man was still just looking at the glass of whiskey.

“...Hath something tragic occurred?” She asked in a solemn voice.

“...My mother's funeral was today... now both my parents are dead and gone... and my siblings didn't bother to meet me after the funeral so I came here alone...” Both the bartender and the woman flinched. Damn that was not just tragic but cold as well, no wonder he was depressed

“Ah... I see...” The woman murmured softly into her glass.

Silence reigned again, this time with an awkward sense of tragedy. But then the man broke it and asked the woman a question in turn. “What about you?”

The redhead blinked in confusion and glanced at him again, noting that he was still staring at the glass, not even looking at her. “Me?”

“You may not show it... well okay it's pretty obvious with the constant drinking... but your voice sounds sad and alone, a bit like myself... So yes... what tragedy has occurred to you?” His response made the woman pause before she put down her half empty glass of wine and rested her shin in her left hand and sighed

“I was separated from mine daughters... both of them too young to be left on their own... I vast... how dost I put it? Exiled... yes that term seems fitting... I was exiled from mine home and hast been unable to return.” The bartender was feeling rather awkward and sad from the two people and felt like she was intruding in a personal discussion.

“Huh forced from your home... that's fucked up... my name is ****** ***** by the way...” At the mention of his name the woman blinked a bit before snorting into her glass before speaking up with a chuckle, the first non-sad sound to be spoken from the two that entire evening.

“Hehe sorry for mine laughter at thy name. It be unique that is certain. I be Laura Faust.” At her name the man blinked before for the first time turning his head to look at the red head and slowly chuckled before responding to her questioning gaze.

“You have almost the same name as one of the creators of the cartoon My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic. Her name is Lauren Faust.” At the mention of ponies the woman jerked her spine straight and stared in shock at him before she schooled herself and spoke up in curious and hopeful voice.

“Ponies?”

"Yeah. It's a rather popular cartoon for both girls and boys, I do like a bit of it but I am not really all that into it. Here I can show you the wikipedia page on my smartphone.”

What followed was the odd sight of a grown woman and a grown man viewing My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic on the man's cell phone for almost an hour. The woman, named Laura Faust, seemed to react mostly to the information and pictures of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, the man could have sworn he heard her muttering sweet nonsense while looking at the images of the two alicorns.

“...I take it you enjoyed that?” He asked after putting away his phone, the woman was smiling in a happy but sad way her eyes wet with unshed tears as she drank the last of her wine.

“...Aye... I did... mine beautiful little fillies...” She brushed away her tears and sniffled a little before noticing a large rough hand, belonging to the man next to her, holding up a clean paper napkin for her to use. Nodding in thanks she took the napkin and dried away her tears Before blowing her nose into the napkin. “Thank ye.”

He just nodded before looking back at his glass. “You're welcome. Now I just need to build up the courage to drink this...” Laura suddenly reached out and took his glass from his hand before she pressed it against his mouth with a coy smirk.

“Let me aid thou friend.” The man felt a bit odd being fed his own drink by a woman he didn't really know but decided to take life by the reigns and drank. The sensation and taste of the alcohol was like he had expected it to be, bitter, raw and dry. Then came the warm sensation of the alcohol burning in his gut and he felt a bit more at ease then he had the entire evening.

Then came the coughing as the burning in his throat became too much but it only lasted a few seconds before it cleared out, blinking to himself he looked at the now empty glass held by Laura and chuckled a little. “Heh... guess my mother was right... sometimes you just need someone to give you a push.”

"Aye that be something mine daughters could learn as well.” The two laughed a bit before falling silent again, the man could feel that alcohol burn in him it was way stronger then he'd assumed. He then began to drink the rest of the whiskey until the bottle was empty and his head was hazy.

Then came the words that would change both of their lives forever.

“Want to make a bet?” Laura asked with a coy smirk as she eyed her new friend.

“What kind of bet?”

“If thou can satisfy mine needs for this one night I shalt grant thy one wish.” The bartender, who had been steadily creeping away from their place at the bar, could feel a blush rise on her cheeks at the turn the discussion was taking. It was making her imagine a sort of reenactment of Beauty and the Beast with live actors.

“...Okay... and if I can't as you put it 'satisfy your needs'?” He asked with a humorous voice.

"Then thou become mine servant for the rest of thy life.” The bartender felt like she was watching a form of drunken proposal, it was bizarre and yet she couldn't look away.

“Heh... well do or die as they say... I accept.”

“Heh I knew thou would. Come I hath a place nearby.”

As the two drunk adults left the bar together the bartender couldn't help but feel that neither of them would get what they wanted out of this bet.

Laura led her new friend to her apartment by the docks, it was a four room apartment filled with books, scrolls, artefacts and even stone tablets of ancient lore. As the man entered he couldn't help but feel like he had entered an ancient museum or somehow gone back in time, there was even a line up of complete sets of armour, four different types, one samurai armour, a knight armour, a conquistador armour and even what seemed to be a roman legionnaire armour kept in a airtight glass display.

“Dost thou like mine collection?” Laura asked with a proud smile as she noticed the man eyeing her collective lore and artefacts.

“It's very cool. I am not much of an archaeologist myself but I know a bit of ancient history and even if I mainly studied art can I tell that those armours are genuine, that roman armour is well preserved but the cloth has lost all colouring and looks ready to fall apart. But the bronze and steel parts are well preserved and cleaned, you can even make out the original links of the chain mail and the straps. Heh that's something awesome you got there.” The man then noticed a soft giggling coming from Laura and turned himself away from the armour to look at her in confusion only to blink as she was covering her mouth with one hand and her face blushing from keeping herself from laughing.

"I started rambling didn't I?” He asked with an awkward smile while scratching his neck, the woman only nodded while she kept giggling like crazy.

“Hey now it wasn't that funny.” But Laura just lost her restraint at that and clutched at her stomach as she started laughing like crazy.

Feeling a bit silly the man watched her for a bit until he noticed a change in her laughter, her clear warm laughter was starting to turn into choked sobs. Moving over to her to see how she was doing he had barely time to catch her as she fell forward, her hands gripping the arms of his tux before she pressed her face into his chest and started crying.

Keeping himself standing the man gently hugged her and rocked her slightly as she let out her emotions onto his chest, her tears, snot and saliva staining his already stained tux. After a few moments had she calmed down and was just breathing heavily into his chest, he felt a bit awkward considering he hadn't taken a shower yet so he probably stank but she didn't pull away.

Helping her to stand up again he lowered his head to ask her if she felt better when she suddenly ensnared her arms around his neck. Laura pulled her tear stained face onto his and kissed him with an almost animal like hunger.

At first he had a hard time reacting except just standing there in shock but he soon enough warped his arms around her waist and hugged her against him and returned her kiss, albeit less wild. The two just kept in that position toying with each other's mouths and tongues until they had to pull back for air, a trail of saliva connecting their panting mouths together.

“Mine *pant* bedroom *pant* now!” She practically growled into his face before practically dragging him to her bedroom, she kicked up the door with her sandal covered foot before pushing him down onto the bed before jumping onto his lap and pressed her lips against his again, this time her finger working slowly and sensually with the buttons of his tuxedo.

His own hands didn't remain idle, slowly he pressed his left and right hand against her sides, rubbing them beneath her blouse before slowly rubbing them towards her stomach, this thumbs starting to rub her toned abs in circles for a bit before he began to rub his large rough hands against the smooth skin of her belly as he slowly began to unbutton her blouse with his hands beneath it. Ever so slowly his hands began to reach her breasts and when his rough hands pressed against the mounds beneath the blouse, finding them to be without a bra. As his fingers pressed into the soft skin of her bosom he could feel her gasp into their constant kissing, giving him a wide and inviting opportunity to be the one to dominate the kissing this time.

Laura moaned as his kissing became just as aggressive as her own had been, her nimble fingers had unbuttoned his tux and the shirt beneath it by the time he had unbuttoned her blouse. He had a hairy strong physique that smelt of sweat and while it would normally be discouraging was his natural musk much appreciated by this woman.

Eager for more Laura pressed her bare chest against his and began to rub her breasts into his manly scent while removing his tux, tie and shirt, leaving him topless while he did the same to her blouse. The woman was grinding her hips against his cloth covered crotch while she was tracing down her hands along his back to the rim of his pants before sliding down beneath the fabric to squeeze his buttocks. He retaliated by grasping one of her breasts, heaving its large soft flesh in his hand, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and skin as he began to gently squeeze and grind his fingers and palm into the flesh. His other hand was sliding down along her bare belly, down past her bellybutton and across her abs, before starting to unbuckle the belt of her jeans.

Laura growled hungrily into his mouth as she felt her jeans start to slip down her hips while his own pants were kept in place by the fact that he was sitting down. Deciding to turn things even she pushed him onto his back and ripped off his pants while stepping out of her own, panties and boxers following soon as well. The redhead then jumped onto the bed and pressed herself onto him with a smirk, her red hair wild and frayed, making her look like a war goddess as she straddled him.

But he wasn't going to let her have control and before she could react she felt his hands grasp her hips before yelping as he suddenly lifted her up and flipped her on her back before pressing his face into her stomach. His beard, hair and breath tickled her tummy and made her giggle a bit before suddenly she gasps as he starts sliding his tongue across her stomach, sliding the wet warm muscle down towards her honeypot.

Laura's eyes widens as she suddenly feels her wet slit get tenderly probed by the man's large tongue while one of his thumbs starts to probe the wet entrance between. “Ooooh! What art thou doiiiiiiiiiiing!” She let out a delighted scream as his thumb is replaced by one of his fingers penetrating her, the thick appendage reaching slowly deeper and deeper inside her while his tongue tries to wiggle inside her as well. Her fingers grip his hair and her thighs tries to grasp his head and force him deeper but his elbows are keeping her legs spread.

Twisting his finger around he slowly begin to work a second one inside her wet warmth while his tongue continues to taste the sweet tender walls. Her body twists and turns, her gasps, moans and pants like music to his ears. Her spine arches and her nails dug into his scalp while her arms tried to press him deeper into her loins.

The delicious sensations of his finger and tongue was driving her into a haze of burning pleasure. Then when he tenderly rubs his teeth against the sensitive clitoris of her pussy is a sudden rush of pleasure arching through her from the rough sensation of his teeth rubbing against her clitoris. Her nails almost dig into his flesh as she throws back her head, arches her back, pressing her crotch harder against his probing face while screaming out in bliss as her body erupts into a powerful orgasm.

Soon enough she relaxes and strokes his head while she pants, her face red and her body shining in a sensual afterglow as she enjoys the afterglow. She doesn't reacts as he moves up from her drenched, glistening wetness and kisses her panting lips. Laura can only moan and groan as she feel his hot and throbbing member rub against her still tender pussy, the sensation of the foreign flesh rubbing against her is making her afterglow turn into excitement once more.

At first she wants to protest that she's not ready, that she is too tender, but when the tip of his throbbing manhood splits her wet entrance she feels sparks of pleasure flood her and her eyes rolls back in bliss as she moans into his still kissing lips as he penetrates her. Slowly, almost teasingly, he pushes himself inside her until their crotches meet, her warm wet muscles squeezing his length as he starts to grind his hips.

Then his thrusts starts to build up more speed and momentum. It doesn't take long before the man is rutting her delightfully like a horny animal, her own hips pushing against his as best as she can as he pumps his rod in and out of her slit like a rapidly moving piston. After ten minutes is the bed beneath the two lovers moving and slamming into the wall behind them as their rutting grows even more intense as they start to reach their final climax.

Laura was seemingly lost in a stormy haze of pleasure and was trying to make her hips retaliate against his own thrusts while playfully biting and scratching her lover's lips, throat, chest and neck, leaving tender but not damaging red marks across his thick skin. He on the other hand was thrusting in a steady but rapid rhythm and was feeling his orgasm approaching, the load up of his balls gathering up inside his loin and preparing to shooting out.

Pressing his face into her neck he growls into her ear while licking and nibbling her earlobe. “I am going to come!” “Then come! Come inside mine loin thou virile beast!” She growls into his ear before suddenly shrieking out in bliss as he suddenly moves one of his hands down to her loins and plunges his thumb into her slit, rubbing the inside of her vagina while his throbbing cock was pumping in and out of her slick wetness.

The sudden intrusion of his thumb joining his manhood made her body jerk in pleasure and her inner muscles clamped down onto his length and thumb like a vice as her orgasm approached. Her lover let out a groaning moan and gently bit down on her neck as his hips began to thrust in uneven rapid speed and the red headed beauty bit down on his own neck while digging her nails into his back. Their hips slapped against one another as their body fluids built up in pressure before they both burst and their once constantly moving hips slammed against one another one finally time.

Laura's legs locked themselves around his waist while his hips pressed her rump into the mattress and the two were locked in a sensation of their loins erupting in orgasmic explosions. This kept going for about three minutes until they both fell limp into the bed, exhausted but content.

Rolling into his back the man pulled Laura on top of him and kissed her panting mouth tenderly before leaning back into the bed, her head resting against his chest, her fingers playing with his chest hair. The two just laid there in silence, resting their sore but satisfied bodies while listening to each other's breathing, until Laura broke the silence. “Thou truly satisfied mine needs tonight.” She looked at him with a tired but content smile from her position on top of him and the man swore he could almost hear her purring.

He only let out a huffed chuckled, a bit too out of breathe to make a proper conversation. Laura just smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss. “So what be thy wish?”

The man hadn't really thought about the whole wish deal actually, figuring it was just the alcohol talking. “Heh... well I honestly didn't think about that bet.” Was his honest answer and Laura just chuckled before shaking her head. “Thou are an odd one, though truly, what be thy wish? If it is in mine power to grant I shall.”

Feeling a bit awkward at the conversation, yet still slightly drunk and fuzzy could the man only answer in one way. “Not to sound doubtful... but even if you'd make the sexiest genie ever, would it still be hard to think you can make wishes come true.”

“Oh humans, thy art a doubtful lot.” Laura stated with a laugh before getting off the bed. She spread her arms and was suddenly surrounded by a shimmering white mist like shroud. Once it dispersed she had been transformed into a white pony sized horse with wings and a long spiral horn, with a long mane and tail in the same auburn red as in her human form. On her flanks was a symbol in the shape of an open scroll being written on by a quill. She flicked her long mane over her shoulder and gave the stunned human a sultry look with her equine eyes and spoke up with a smirk. “Dost thy believe me capable now?”

“...Okay... I totally believe you now.” What else could he say to the physical evidence of magic and non-human intelligence right in front of him? Either he was dead drunk and hallucinating or this was real… he was leaning towards dead drunk. Though if it was real so was the thoughts nagging at his brain that found itself becoming the first sentence that made it's way out of his mouth. “So... did I just bone a horse and like it?” Not all that 'first contact friendly' but give him a break.

Laughter erupted from the winged unicorn who fell on her side, her forelegs clutching her sides at the human's reaction. After a few moments she managed to stifle her laughter and stood up again, seemingly not caring about the love juices that had leaked out of her tender slit and onto her nice carpet. “Truly thou art unique among thou kind to react to us like thus.”

The still naked man slowly sat up on the side of the bed, resting his arms in his lap while Laura walked over to him and rubbed her muzzle against his shoulder. Then he remembered the show he had shown Laura in the bar earlier, and it clicked. “So... you're an Alicorn right? Like those two princesses we saw on that homepage?”

“Aye that be the truth. I be Laura Faust, formerly Princess Tender Crown before my ascension, former Queen Regent over Equestria.”

“Huh...Does that mean Lauren Faust and Hasbro broke the copyright law or is this part of the whole multiverse theory? Either case is just as insane.” Yep he’s definitely drunk beyond imagine if those Words came out of his mouth.

Laura just snorted and laughed a bit more. “Hahahaha! Oh thou I like! Yes this be the latter of thy guesses. I vast banished to thy realm five centuries past. Mine work to return has kept me busy thus I have not seen the work of mine counterpart of this world. Once or twice every century or so I seek company and passion during times of duress. I am glad thou be the one to do so, for I have not meet many males of thy kind that would aid one such as I without sinister intent. And the few that I dost meet hast not been able to please me like thou hath.”

“Well my parents raised no fool nor a jerk, I won't force myself on anyone and I don't intend to take advantage of anyone either. Not even if they're beautiful women who apparently are also pretty horses.” Laura just smiled at his words, noting with her unnatural senses the truth of his honesty, such a refreshing human after all these centuries.

“Thank thee for thy kind words, thou mine kin be ponies not horses. But we art getting off topic. What is thou wish?” She asked with a smile at the human.

“...Huh... well I guess... Hmmmm...” Thinking to himself the human considered his options... he could wish for something not for himself but others... he could wish for something for Laura... but then again if he didn't wish for something for himself he would be dishonouring her intention of rewarding him. If that now was a thing, he wasn’t sure.

However... yes that could work, now if he could just word it correctly. Besides... he couldn't say he didn't find the concept of using powerful magic amazing. And since this was more then likely just a very vivid drunken delusion so were there no real risks as far as he could tell.

“Okay I am going to try and give a description of what I will wish for so hear me out first please?” At Laura's questioning look but slow nod he took a deep breath before letting it out, like the old saying goes 'when life give you lemons, make lemonade'. But then again, and again, he was most likely stone drunk and just hallucinating but what the heck, should at least be entertaining to see how things would go.

“I am probably insanely drunk at the moment but I am just going to go with this. I wish for myself to be granted the powers of an Alicorn like yourself, with the powers of Terror and Courage to be the source of my strength, the basis of my powers and to my special talent as an Alicorn. Through this transformation I will swear on my life and soul to aid Laura Faust to return to her own family in her own home realm, no matter the cost.” Laura blinked slowly as the human's words registered in her brain's thought center. She could almost feel her heart leap up to her throat and how her eyes started to get teary at what he had wished. While it was an extraordinary wish even by her own standards so was it a wish that would grant her aid in her future attempts to return home, she was both grateful and concerned, she had never transformed a human into anything before.

But the wish had been spoken and she was honour bound to fulfill it the best she could and she had transformed regular ponies into Alicorns before. Well not many ponies, she had only done it to her two daughters after her own ascension to ensure they could care for themselves after her banishment. The gods had predicted her banishment if she ascended, but it had also been the only way to protect her daughters so she had been willing to pay the price, even if it was tormenting her to be apart from them. But the gods had granted ascensions to non-ponies... probably... likely... maybe? So it couldn't be that much of a difference for her to ascend a mortal from another world, right?

Even so, she was a bit concerned about one part of his wish. “I will do mine best to grant thy wish... but art thou serious about claiming such aggravating a title as Prince of Terror along with the title of Prince of Courage? I dost love mine little ponies but they art not always accepting of beings different from themselves. And why woulst thou wish to be a pony?”

The human just smirked. This might be a hallucination and his brain making up insane plot devices, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t stay true to himself. He would probably wake up hungover and with regrets still fresh tomorrow so it wouldn’t harm to give his reasons for picking such a power line up. “No need to worry, I am used to being an outcast. Plus I can just stay here in my home realm if I want to. As for being a pony, well I figured that it would be easier for me to learn how to use magic if I had the body of something that can use it naturally, besides you seem capable of shape shifting so it's not like it would be a permanent form. One of the first things I would learn would be to learn how to handle magic as an alicorn and then learn how to transform myself.”

Laura nodded at this but the man wasn't done explaining and kept talking after taking and releasing a deep breath. “But the reason for me picking two titles are rather simple really. I doubt I know any 100% correct thing about magic but I do know a thing or two about sources of power, and these two titles would grant me a power source unlike any other. Both of these titles are based upon a game I played a lot as a Child. Diablo. In which there are embodiments of the Negative and Positive aspects of a sentient being. Terror is powerful in all life forms, it has no end as long as there is life, it can break the weakest of spirits or the bravest of souls. To overcome your fears that Terror invoke takes a powerful will and discipline to bring out your inner courage. And there's no limit of people overcoming their fears. Courage can be broken by Terror. Terror can be broken by Courage. Thus it is an never ending cycle of balance, a never ending supply of power. This should be of use not just for me but you as well. Well once I actually learn it unless all of this is nothing more than a wild drunken dream on my part. Although to be fair, I just think the titles sound cool.”

Though she was a bit skeptic, was the alicorn finding his argument compelling. One of the major issues with her exile from Equestria, was that she didn't have the power herself to breach the curse that repels her from her home dimension. But if the man before he could help her, providing the powers of Courage and Terror truly could supply such unlimited power... then she would be more then willing to take the risk. Although there was a nagging voice in the back of her head trying to tell her something, she could not hear it though in her drunken state.

"Very well... We shall attempt to grant thy wish. Keep thyself still, we hath never done this on another species before this day so we art uncertain what may happen.”

The man blinked a bit before stammering out something as his brain registered the ‘We Hath NEVER done this on another species before’, that could spell disaster even to a drunk in most cases, “W-wait what? Hold on a moment!”, he cried out in alarm.

But it was too late to protest. The Alicorn Queen of Equestria lowered her horn and carefully touched the tip against the place on his chest where his heart lay and began to chant. Her horn began to spark in a white aura and strange runes began to take shape across his torso, they were tingling his nerves a bit but nothing too bad.

*I-I felt that! I-is this real!?* He thought to himself as the air began to feel heavy and his body began to feel as if cold and hot water was flowing through his veins.

What came from that... was a sudden sensation of static energy filling the air. Laura's eyes widening in panic and a man's scream of pain filling the air before suddenly a loud 'swomp' was heard all over the neighborhood as the apartment imploded into itself, causing the building to collapse.

The sudden collapse of a large apartment building in the center of the large city sprung out a mass of panic as terrorism were suspected of having used a strange new weapon. Within hours were police and government agents working to identify the threat, uncovering several hundreds of secret terrorist groups and plans within the coming months.

But the origin of the collapsed building was never discovered. And the man and woman who had been seen entering the building together were presumed to have been at the point of origin of whatever caused the collapse and were both declared dead after a week of searching through the ruined building.

However the man and woman, read secret alicorn pony, were both still alive, but would never be seen again within this realm of existence.

The twisting realm known as Limbo is the plane of existence that separates the planes of time, space and reality from one another. In short it's the dimensional wall that keeps all other dimensions, realities and alternate timelines separated from one another. To travel to another realm of existence you have to travel through Limbo, it's hard to do so normally unless the dimension in question has a particularly weak barrier or if the people summoning are highly skilled or powerful in doing so.

For untold existence it has housed nothing but empty and distorted time and space. In all of its existence has there never been something that had stopped inside its barrier. But this emptiness would suddenly and abrupt end.

A single point of light suddenly flares into existence amongst the empty vastness of mixturing colour, dimension and time. The point of light fluctuate for a few seconds, before sound for the first time is brought to existence within Limbo. And it came in a mixed sound of thunder and cracking ice. It then detonates into a spherical wormhole like vortex for a few seconds before dissolving into nothing.

Where the vortex had been came two living creatures into the twisting nether. Around their unconscious bodies was a widespread floating cloud of books, pieces of armour, scrolls, stone tablets, notepads, pencils, inkwells, pens, quills, sprays of dust, shards of wood, pieces of concrete, rags of fabric and even entire furniture.

One of the creatures was the white pelted and red haired alicorn Laura Faust, former Queen Regent of Equestria, and inter dimensional exile. Her recent trip through the dimensional barrier having disoriented her badly, but she is quick to recover when her sensitive ears registers the sound of cracking bones, splintering flesh and pained screams coming from the other creature.

Her eyes focused and she felt horror and dread fill her at the sight of the misshapen being that had been her human lover just a few moments ago. The Alicorn Ritual was reacting aggressively with his body, it was like his very biology was trying to resist the change, it was something unheard of. Feeling her power levels she knew she didn't have a lot of time or power to use, the dimensional barrier was weak at the moment after the unintended wormhole her ritual had created.

If she didn't do something and fast would both of them be stranded in Limbo and he would most likely die if he wasn't in a dimension with enough magic to power the transformation. Focusing her magic, and casting the spell she had been developing through research and experiments for several centuries, Laura managed to breach the dimensional barrier that lead towards her own home realm for the first time since her exile.

A runic circle was emitted from the tip of her horn and then a conic shaped spiral made up if lines of runes erupted forward and moved as if drilling into reality itself. It lasted for a few seconds before it erupted into a swirling vortex leading towards a bright light. A new wormhole had taken shape, the spell was a success, but she could feel the strain of keeping it open already sap away at her already limited energy. Clenching her teeth the exiled alicorn reaches out at the struggling being that had once been a man and pushed him into the wormhole, unable to speak out to comfort or reassure him, only able to hope that he could come through and recover.

The Alicorn mare could only stare as the wormhole swallowed up his twitching and shifting shape, before it closed, leaving her among the remains of her belongings of the human realm. Once again alone, although this time floating among the endless and time shifting realm of limbo instead of a physical realm. Despair, shame and hope being her last emotions before she loses conscience to the strain she had endured.