Twilight was roaming about in chaos and darkness all over, exactly like n her nightmares from before. “What am I doing here?” she asked “I’ve had this nightmare before! Why am I still having it?”

She didn’t get an answer, but all she could hear was that same eerie voice. “I am returning! I will destroy…!”

She was confused. Equestria had already been destroyed, yet that voice was still calling to her.

“I am returning! I will destroy…!”

“That voice…!” Twilight said softly “That’s not Count Logan’s voice.”

That’s she turned round and saw a massive force of glowing dark power swirling and sparkling behind her. That same voice that called to her was laughing wicked.

“Who are you?” Twilight demanded.

“What do you think I am?” the voice hissed at her, and then the force lunged at her! Everything flashed white…

…and she woke up; bolted upright in a small gasp. She then realized she was in a small bed, in a big round room and all her injures had healed, though her horn was still broken.

Her gasp woke up Robin. “What!” he shouted and he realized he was in a soft bed in a big round room where all the others were still asleep, including strange pony-like creatures. All their injuries, as well as his own were healed completely.

Then he looked to the bed next to him, straight at Twilight. “Who are you?” he asked “What are you?”

Twilight felt very awkward, “Um… Hi, I’m… Twilight Sparkle.” she said extending her hoof, but Robin didn’t take it, not knowing if he should. “Are you working with Count Logan?” he asked.

“You know Count Logan?” Twilight asked.

The two began to realize maybe they were not enemies of each other.

“Robin…?” Starfire groaned as she began to awaken. Robin hopped out of his bed and went to her side, “Star… wake up.”

All the others began to awaken softly. “Man! What’s going on?” asked Robot-Man.

“Are we, dead?” asked Pinkie Pie.

“No, you are all very much alive.” said a voice from a corner of the room. Everyone looked and saw a strange creature standing in the darkness. “Who are you?” Elasti-Girl asked.

The stranger stepped forth cautioning everyone, “No need to be excited. I am a friend.” He stepped completely into the light to reveal his true self, and the others gawked in awe, especially Starfire, “Robin…?”

“That’s not me, Star.” Robin said.

This creature had a strong resemblance to Robin’s face. He ever wore a mask identical to his and had the same hairstyle too; only he was a half-man and half catlike creature. His arms and legs were covered in black fur. His chest was bear, yet his collar and neck were furry too. Instead of human ears, he had two cat ears atop his head, and he even had a long black catlike tail in back of him.

He then walked over to Twilight, held up a book that she recognized from her history tome. The stranger than reached out his hand towards her head, and his hand began to glow with a sparkling light as small sparkling flakes seemed to envelope Twilight’s broken horn, magically restoring it to full normality.

“My horn!” she cried “You fixed my horn!”

The others all gazed in awe, and the ponies were delighted for Twilight.

“Who are you?” asked Robin.

“My name is Copione. In simple Earth English, my name means “Copycat.” I have been observing you all for some time. I brought you here to treat your wounds and to keep you safe.”

“Wounds…?” said Mento, and he remembered, “Count Logan! He attacked us…!”

Fluttershy gasped, “I remember. We faced his minions!” The other ponies remembered as well, and Copione nodded, “Yes, you were all attacked. You are very lucky I acted when I had, or you all would have surely been destroyed. That is another reason I brought you all here.”

“And just where is “here?” Raven asked. She and the others looked past the big stone columns of the room and realized they were no longer on Earth, but a whole new world, similar to Earth. It had vast fields of green grass, forests, villages with huts and marble buildings, where many more catlike aliens were all going about, and all of them were wearing masks like Robin’s, and all their fur coats were different colors.

One of the oddest things was this planet had no daylight. Reason being: It orbited the star of its system from a far distance, much like the planet Neptune. So it was always as dark and starry as night. The planet maintained warmth due to its softer mantle and heat from the core, and unlike Earth plant life, the plant life on this world didn’t require as much sunlight.

“This is The Planet Psyconia, my home-world.” Copione explained, and he opened up the book he held in his hands which magically showed them what had happened. “Before Count Logan and his minions could finish you all, I transported you all aboard my starship, and flew you here, millions of lightyears from your galaxy.

We will all be safe here for some time.”

Twilight then gazed at the book, “Could it be?” she asked aloud. Copione looked at her and approached her softly, “You are correct, Twilight Sparkle. This is The Light Prognosticus. I must say, I am astonished to finally learn of its origin, in Equestria.”

“Okay, whoa, backup a minute here.” snapped Rainbow “How do you know about Equestria.”

“Yo’ what the hell is Equestria?” asked Cyborg.

“There’s a Light Prognostiucs now?” wondered Raven.

“Why are we all here again?” added Negative-Man, and everyone kept blabbing out more and more questions by the second, forcing Copione to whistle loudly to silence them. “I will answer your questions as best I can, but you all must realize that time is of the essence as well.”

Everyone quieted down and gave him their undivided attention. “Good…” he said and he began to explain, starting with his race.

“We, “The Psyconians.” are a race of gentle creatures that dedicate ourselves to the art of learning. We study, we observe, we explore, and teach to others. It makes us one of the wiser known races of the universe, and even we ourselves do not know everything. That is impossible for any creature or any race to know, regardless of their abilities.”

He then spoke of Psyconians and their abilities.

“While each of my people is different in their own ways, each is born with one of many astonishing gifts. However, once every thousand years, a special super-psyconian is born, that possesses all the gifts, and I am he.”

One of my abilities is shapeshift.” He demonstrated this ability by walking up to Raven. “I will not harm you.” He assured her, and he softly laid his hand on her cheek, and in a soft flash he had copied her exact form, except for his mask and his voice.

Everyone gazed in awe.

“Well I’ll be a son of a prairie-chicken.” exclaimed Applejack.

Copione nodded and explained, “I am able to copy certain creatures, and in the case of any of you, I will also gain your astonishing abilities as well.” He demonstrated by raised his hand, using Raven’s powers to shift all the bed covers around.

“That’s… actually amazing.” Raven said. She was starting to catch a soft interest in this creature.

“If I wish to copy another form, I must first revert back into my normal state.” he demonstrated this by transforming back to normal at will. “I am only able to copy other forms by touch, and some creatures I cannot copy. Their power may be too great, or they may too massive for me to handle. I am not able to copy ordinary objects.”

Rarity gawked at him, and he turned and smiled at her, “Yes, Rarity… just like the Changelings from your world.”

Rarity blinked in shock, “But… but I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you thought it.”

“Wait, you can read minds, too?” asked Mento. “Yes.” replied Copione, “It is an ability I possess and that some of my people poses as well: Psychic Foresight. We can read minds, we can also see through darkness and tough visibility, and it also can warn us in times of imminent danger about to befall us.

Rainbow, feeling cocky picked up her pillow to throw it at him, just to test, and surely enough, he sensed it coming and he caught it effortlessly. “I hope you are convinced now.”

Rainbow giggled nervously.

Copione tossed her pillow back to her. “As powerful as my foresight is, overusing it can cause weariness and fatigue. It is important that I meditate and refrain from overusing it much.”

Raven couldn’t believe this, “He’s psychic and he meditates too? This guy sounds… almost perfect.”

Copione turned to look at her, having heard what she thought and he smiled at her, causing her to blush. The other heroes and the ponies didn’t have to be psychic to tell what was blooming here.

Copione cleared his throat and went to explain his remaining abilities: His tail gave him flight capabilities, like a propeller, and he also possessed X-Men like claws that sprung out from his knuckles to use for combat.

“That’s amazing.” said Robin “It’s like you have the power of an entire arsenal in you.”

Twilight agreed, “I’ve never known of a creature with so many specialties before.”

“Thank you for those assessments.” replied Copione. He then gazed down at The Light Prognosticus, and Twilight asked, “How exactly did you get that book?”

All the others wished to know that, and more about the book and the way it worked. Copione was obliged to explain.

“The Light Prognosticus has existed on Psyconia for many centuries. It was discovered by my ancestors, but until now it was unknown how it came to our planet or who created it.”

This made Twilight understand now of what she read in her history book. “It was said that, the two forces of Light and Darkness collided, and the books were never found.”

“That is the answer.” agreed Copione “The collision of the two forces was strong, it had transported the two tomes across dimensions. The Light Prognostics came here to my planet.”

“And The Dark Prognosticus ended up in Trigon’s possession.” added Raven. Copione agreed, “And now, Count Logan has it, and he is using it to obliterate all worlds! That fiend…!”

He looked rather furiously, almost ready for a fight. “Who knows what the villainous creature is up to, even as we speak!”

Meanwhile, Terra awoke to find herself behind bars, a prisoner within Count Logan’s lair. “Where am I?” she wondered. The bars were solid, made of a kind of metal she had never seen before. She couldn’t break them by brute force. She then tried to use her powers to move the stone floor and shake the bars loose, but nothing happened. “My power…!” she cried, “Is completely useless, my dear.” hissed a voice. That’s when Logan appeared before her.

“You…!”

Logan snickered, “Glad you could join me. You’ve been personally invited to have a front row seat to watch all worlds fall.”

He raised his cane over and showed Terra magical yet horrifying images…!

Logan’s minions were roaming about all over the universe, now blasting whole planets to dust and killing all life on them instantly. “My minions have grown much stronger now.” hissed Logan, and he motioned behind him “Thanks to them…!” the back room lit up showing the two royal sisters, bound to the devices that sapped their powers. They were both unconscious from being sapped so hard and painfully for so long.

Logan chuckled, “Their power does me and my forces great! We now have the fire power to make whole galaxies fall ever so much faster.”

He showed Terra more images.

Celestia, being able to control stars, like she could the sun, her power was being used to manipulate the stars of the galaxies. They were being shifted and moved; causing the planets that orbited them to fly out into space where they were eventually destroyed, and all life on any planet were indicated, assuming they had already frozen due to lack of sunlight.

Luna, with her powers of darkness, she helped to accelerate the expansion of the void so it could consume whole worlds faster than ever before, and the dimensions beyond, Thus, strengthening Logan and his wicked forces.

By this time, about a third of the entire universe would be wiped out soon, and the rest was sure to follow until nothing would remain!

Terra was very livid, “You’re a monster!” she growled “You’ve killed so many people! You’re brining nothing but pain and suffering to all!”

Logan narrowed his eyes, and then he walked magically through the bars and into the cell with Terra, glaring at her deeply. “I am doing as I was created for.” and he held up the book “These are the wishes of The Dark Prognosticus. I serve it…!” he then seemed rather down, “This is my fate. The price I had to pay for the way things were. The way I suffered!”

He shut his eyes very tightly as his emotions began to grip at him again, like a burning flame hurting him from within.

"...I have no choice. If I don't do it... the power will make me! It is that simple!"

Terra couldn’t believe how he was behaving, like he actually regretted what he was doing.

Suddenly, as Logan clutched his face area, his mask slipped off and landed by Terra’s feet, exposing his face to her, and she gasped in extreme shock. “I… I can’t… it’s not possible!” she cried “You can’t be…!”

Logan levitated his mask back to him and put it back on, “In way I am, and in another way I am not…

…But perhaps now you understand…!”

Terra, gawking at him wide-eyed as he looked out the window of Terra’s cell which showed images of the world’s decaying rather than the realm outside the lair.

As Logan looked out, a dark music began to play

And he began to sing…

He held the book right up to Terra, “You see,” he said “The choice is not mine.”

The poor Count placed his hand flat against the wall of the cell. His eyes were shut tight as he felt the deep remorse get to him, and Terra… she couldn’t seem to feel as livid with him as she could before, especially now that she understood how and why this was all happening.

“It doesn’t have to be like this.” she said, trying to convince him “You’ve got to have hope! You can end all this and things will be alright.”

Logan turned and sneered at her, “Weren’t you listening to what I just said? There is no way to stop this now. The prophecy has been set in motion. It must continue!” he paused, “Besides, why should I quit anyway? I’ve come this far already…”

He turned to walk back through the bars and out of the cell, “No!” Terra cried “Don’t do this to you! Destiny is never written in stone. Things can change.”

Hearing that angered him deeply, “That’s rich coming from you, but you are correct. Things Change… the one you want me to be is just a memory.”

Terra felt hurt hearing that, and tears of guilt were filling in her eyes, but it was in vain that she tried to reason with him at all.

“I am Count Logan: Deleter of worlds and embodiment of Darkness. I can never go back to the way I once was! My fate is written in the Dark Prognosticus-- a slave to its master! I was chosen by it to fulfil its prophecies and destroy all worlds! …NOTHING MORE!”

Those awful words stuck Terra hard in her aching heart.

“Enjoy what little time you have left.” Logan hissed to her, “For once all the worlds have been obliterated… YOU… are next!”

Terra’s stomach churned, and the evil Count laughed maliciously as he vanished with his voice echoing in the darkness.

Overwhelmed with grief, guilt, and fear, Terra fell to her knees and began to weep. “I’m sorry!” she sobbed “I’m so sorry! I never meant for any of this to happen!”

She cried, and cried and finally cried herself to sleep on the bail of straw in her cold, dark cell.

She awoke much later, and found to her dismay the whole thing was no nightmare. She was still there, in her cell, the worlds were still being wiped out, and outside her cell the two sisters remained bound to the machine that was still sapping their powers.

Their eyes began to open as they found strength enough to awaken. Celestia gazed over at the heartbroken girl in the cell ahead. “How can someone so young bear so many burdens?” she asked to her.

Terra was amazed, “You… you both can talk?”

“Yes, and we can also listen.” replied Luna “You wouldn’t know, but we heard everything between you and Count Logan.”

Terra shook her head, “Look, I really don’t want to talk about it. It’s too painful.”

“What is your name?” asked Celestia.

She hesitated, “People just call me “Terra.”

“You know, Terra, a good lesson in friendship is that it’s never a good thing to keep troubles to yourself. They will only cause you more pain, and no one will be able to help you.”

Terra knew this all too well; all the secrets she had ever kept to herself caused much pain to herself and those around her, but still, “How can friendship possibly help now? How can anything help now?” she asked.

The sisters, although deeply in agreement with her given the current circumstances, Luna said “Sometimes, it helps to believe. Perhaps it will help more if you explain to us your troubles.”

Terra wasn’t sure if talking about it would really help, and she wouldn’t get the chance to find out…!

“SILENCE…!!” Nekard shouted as he appeared within the dungeon, and fired up the machine, shocking the sisters making them scream in pain!

“NO!! STOP THAT!!” Terra shouted. Nekard stopped and then turned to glare sourly at her, “For the benefits of our newest captive; in my dungeon, Prisoners should be seen AND NOT HEARD!!”

Terra gulped hard fearing what tortures would befall her, but Nekard assured her, “Why Count Logan wishes you unharmed further confirms my suspicion of him.” and he silently thought so as not to give himself away, “It will only make it all the greater when I get through with him!”

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