Author's Notes:

For context, read the prequel first. It's very short.

You feel tired, but shrug it off and begin reading another fanfiction story. Your mind starts to wander almost immediately. The text is shifting before your eyes, growing blurrier by the second. Your eyelids feel heavy. You squint and try to focus, but it isn't helping.

Adrift in a confusing compromise between waking and dreaming, you're barely lucid enough to notice some odd sensations in your body. For one, you're not certain whether you're seated or standing. Your legs are wobbling a little (all four of them), so you must be standing up while daydreaming about... something. Wasn't it a story of some sort? You don't remember.

For another thing, there's a curious tingling sensation right there in the middle of your forehead. The sensation feels like... language? That's strange. How can something feel like language? It must be possible, because that's what you're feeling. You can even direct your thoughts into the thing. It feels like a hand—sorry, you meant a hoof, obviously—or perhaps a leg or a muzzle, except you don't control it with muscle or sinew. You control it by imagining into it, in a carefully focused manner. It feels very strange, yet familiar.

Right now, that special part of your body is echoing your thoughts back at you. It feels like you're shouting into a very small canyon—except the canyon lives on your forehead, and you don't have to shout. Hearing the echoes of your own thoughts is very distracting. This must be why you were confused in the first place! You try to wall your thoughts off from the echo chamber, and it works.

In the periphery of your vision, just above your eyes, you can see a stiff, conical stick—no, it's a horn. That must be the tingly thing on your forehead that you can think into. Where did it come from? No... that's dumb. You don't need to ask where it came from, because it's a part of who you are. There's nothing strange about having a magical horn. Why would that feel strange? You're just tired from the all-night studying binge last evening, so you're daydreaming about having weird feelings, and you... you, um...

Hold on. Who are you?