Everything was dark for quite a while. You simply stared at a black abyss, your entire body numb without feeling. You weren't sure if you had somehow died, or were just in some state of deep sleep.

The last thing you recalled was Twilight Sparkle's voice calling to Spike for help. They must have found you laying on the ground outside and brought you in. You couldn't tell any different though, as even if you where still outside, you wouldn't have been able to tell.

After 15 minutes, the dark abyss before you began to weaken. You had only been out for about half an hour, but already you could feel yourself beginning to wake up.

A white flash of light appeared in the centre of your vision. If you where awake right now, the light probably would have hurt you due to your severe headache, but it was completely painless. The white light grew and grew, like a sunrise on the horizon.

Eventually, the wall of black that was once before you had been replaced by a wall of bright white. Despite not being conscious, the blinding light was finally beginning to hurt. At least your sense of touch had been restored.

The blinding white void began to shift, and a grey crack formed straight down the centre. Just like that, the bright light before you began to part, slowly moving apart from each other until it was out of your vision.

And then it all went dark again. Or so you thought. As it turned out, you where now perfectly awake, but the light level of the room you resided in simply took your eyes a while to get used too. After a few seconds, your eyes adjusted to the low light level, and you could almost make out the furnishings of the room.

You recognised it instantly as the ex-guest room of the Golden Oak Library, now your room. It turned out you were correct when you suspected that Twilight and Spike had brought you indoors.

Looking out your window, it was somehow the middle of the night. You had only been unconscious for about half an hour, so you didn't understand how several hours went by without you noticing.

The library wasn't silent tonight, either. The pattering of heavy rain on your bedroom window filled the room, causing it to feel distinctively like a horror game back on Earth.

Your room was dark, but not dark enough for you not to see. The room, however, was occasionally lit up by the striking of lightning outside. Every time the lightning flashed, a wave of pain shot into your head, telling you that your headache was indeed still there.

It must be quite a storm, you thought as you rolled out of your bed. It hurt a shocking amount to even attempt to move, but you could do it.
You cautiously walked over to your bedroom door, and opened it even slower. The main room light was switched on, so you figured that either Twilight or Spike was still awake.

"Twilight? Spike?" you called. You tried to shout them, but your voice seemed a lot quieter than usual. Every time you attempted to speak, pain coursed through your throat. Nevertheless, you hoped that one of them had heard you.

You felt a little happiness upon hearing hoofsteps from the downstairs room, but they were slower and heavier than both Twilight and Spike's. On top of that, they weren't even coming towards the stairs.

Suddenly, the downstairs light flicked off, and the corridor you stood in was plunged into darkness. A feeling of worry overcame you as you nervously shut the bedroom door, returning to your room.

You were about to get back into your bed and sleep your way through the storm, but as you turned to your bed you saw something that caused your heart rate to shoot up.

Standing at the foot of your bed was Twilight Sparkle, her entire body silhouetted by the night. The entire upper half of her body was almost invisible, blending in with the rest of the darkened room. It was quite sinister, actually.

"Twilight?" you asked, confused as to how she got into your room without you noticing.

"What's wrong, Storm?" the Alicorn asked, motionless. Her voice seemed... off, expressionless.

You stared at the purple alicorn, not knowing what to make of the current situation

"Um... Well... I..." you stuttered, completely forgetting how to talk as a feeling of unreasonable fear overwhelmed you. It was a feeling like the which you had never ever felt before.

Your whole body locked up, unable to move, as a series of chills coursed through you. The sensation of multiple pairs of eyes piercing you suddenly dawned on you, reminding you of the feeling you got in the alley before being stabbed.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost." Twilight laughed, still motionless.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, and you could finally make out Twilight's features. Everything was all wrong.

Her coat was a murky grey, much like Rainbow Dash's when she was ill that day. Her usually vibrant eyes were lifeless, lacking irises and colour. They were simply white canvases, like golf balls rolling around in her skull. Her mouth had twisted into a sickening grin, her teeth sharp and unnaturally curved.

This wasn't Twilight.

"You're not Twilight. What are you?" you asked, somehow still able to talk. Every word you said felt like a blade being forced down your throat, but you had a feeling that wasn't this entity's doing.

'Twilight' giggled mischievously, her features once again being consumed by the darkness.

"That's up to you..." the creature said, seemingly enjoying playing with your mind. You weren't quite sure what it meant by that, but your confusion was soon corrected.

Suddenly, your own body and the fake Twilight switched places in time with the lightning strike. Her sickening grin pierced you from across the room as you magically appeared at the foot of your bed.

A strange force had begun pulling at you, like a thousand claws dragging you backwards. You didn't have the energy to speak, as your throat felt like sandpaper, so you simply tried resisting the invisible claws.

The Entity's grin grew as she saw you struggling, but it proved futile. The force pulled you down onto the bed, and you lay there as if you were having an episode of sleep paralysis.

'Twilight' approached the bed you had been restricted too, and climbed onto it.

"Your fear is delightful," it said, as she walked over your disabled body, "But you're not broken yet."

Between your blinks, Twilight had vanished. Now above you was Rainbow Dash, her eyes and coat just as lifeless as Twilight's. Her bared teeth looked unnaturally Earth-like, almost like that of a coyote.

You forelegs naturally felt the impulse to push her off, as even though it now looked like Rainbow Dash, it wasn't her. You wanted to shout for help as the evil entity neared you, but your voice refused to work.

The blank eyes of the Rainbow imposter began to glow red in the centre, as her evil smirk grew. She got closer to your face, as if about to bite you, as the red glow got brighter.

"No..." the creature said, turning its head away from you. The red glow in its eye deteriorated as fast as it appeared, "It's not time yet..."

Her voice now sounded almost identical to the real Rainbow Dash's, aside from now sounding more monotone.

If you where able to talk, you would have bombarded it with questions, but unfortunately you couldn't. 'Rainbow' walked off your bed, keeping her lifeless eyes on you as she returned to the floor. Her sinister grin had disappeared from her face, now replaced by a look of worry.

"We are not your friends..." she said, turning her head away from you. You didn't exactly need to hear it from her, but the word 'we' confused you. As far as you could tell, there was only one of these demons.
"But know this..." it said, walking slowly over to the window.

The Entity's form shifted from Rainbow back to that of Twilight as it stared out of the window, watching the torrential rain pour down onto Ponyville.

"There is a storm coming," she said, turning her head ever so slightly. Immediately, you thought of the name you had chosen for yourself upon first arriving in this world, Storm Strike.
Just a coincidence, you thought, attempting to calm yourself.

'Twilight's' blank eyes shifted in your direction, but her head still peered out over Ponyville. Lightning strikes continued to illuminate the night, as terrifying as it was.

"Yes, there is a storm coming..." she repeated, her lifeless eyes now locked onto you. Her grey body turned and faced the door, before beginning to trot towards it. To your surprise, she stopped upon reaching it, and looked at you for one final remark.

"And you are the eye of it." she said, her voice suddenly shifting into an unrecognisable mix of sounds. It was deep and evil, to the point where it chilled you to the bone.

The door swung open, and the Entity left your room, leaving you alone once again.

You struggled to escape the invisible grip that was pinning you to your bed, but for a few seconds it proved futile. But thankfully, you were soon released.

You instinctively leapt up from your bed, hoping to give chase to the creature. As soon as you did so, everything seemed to die down.

The rain calmed slightly, now hitting you window with less force, as well as the lightning no longer striking.
The intense darkness that once shrouded the entire library had been replaced by the usual calming darkness of the night.
And most notable of all, the sharp sensations in your head and throat had subsided ever so slightly. They where still there, and they still hurt like hell, but they were now at least manageable.

Quickly, you sprinted over to the door that the Entity had left through. Not wanting to waste any time, you burst through the door, not bothering with the handle. Sure, it made a lot of noise, but you wanted to know what that creature was, and what it wanted.

Was it simply here to warn you of something? Or was it here for something more? It didn't seem friendly, but then again, it didn't harm you.

You ran down the hallway, reaching the staircase, before sprinting just as quickly down them. Upon reaching the base of said staircase, it appeared your efforts where not in vain.

As you took your hoof on the bottom step of the staircase, you crashed head first into the Twilight impersonator.

"Got you, you creepy bitch!" you yelled, tackling the creature to the floor, and in the process sending a few book piles flying into the air.

"Excuse me?" you heard a familiar voice say, sternly.

It was Twilight's voice, but it now seemed less monotone. Getting a good look at her face, her eyes seemed to have the features. It was the real Twilight.

"Oh, crap! Sorry! Sorry!" you exclaimed, getting up from the incapacitated Twilight. Now no longer fuelled by your adrenaline, the natural pain of whatever had caused you to pass out yesterday seemed to intensify. Your muscles began to ache severely, so the less time you spent down here, the better.

"Oh, and just who were you looking for? Spike?" Twilight asked, standing up and giving you an angry glare.

Your eyes squinted with apology, as you looked at her sadly. The room was illuminated by one candle, and that was enough for you to see most of the room. You weren't sure why she was down here still, but judging from the piles of books you had just knocked down, she had been doing some pretty intense studying not long before.

"N-no, there was this... thing," you stuttered, finding the whole experience unexplainable, "This... demon thing... And it looked like you, and Rainbow Dash, and..."

Before you could finish, you felt yourself out of breath already. Whatever was making you feel like this was really having an effect on you.

"Storm, I know you're not from this world, but I promise that it's fine!" she exclaimed, her angry expression dissolving into a look of sadness.

You couldn't help but feel guilty as you watched her pick up the knocked over books. The urge to help was overwhelming, you had just tackled her after mistaking her for a demon, after all. The pains you were currently feeling, however, won the fight for bodily control and eventually persuaded you to not help her, as horrible as it made you feel.

"B-but... It felt so real!" you exclaimed. Surely it wasn't a dream. No dream could transition that well into reality.

"I promise you that it's just your illness, ok?" she said, turning her attention towards you. The caring smile that you had gotten used to had returned to her face, making you feel a little bit better. But even then, you weren't quite sure what she was talking about when she said 'illness'.

"My what?" you said, all four of your legs feeling progressively weaker.

"Based on how you where collapsed outside the library, I'd guess that you caught Rainbow's illness." she informed you, regretfully, "And, chances are, it's gonna have an increased effect on you since your not from this world, which might explain whatever problem you just had!"

As much as you didn't want to admit it, and as real as the experience felt, you had a feeling she was right. Not to mention, it did feel a little better knowing that the creature was simply created by your illness.
But still, you couldn't shake the feeling that it meant something.

"I guess that makes sense..." you said, deciding not to worry about it for now. At this moment, fighting of your illness was at the top of your priorities.

"And if you want to get rid of that illness, you need to go and rest!" Twilight instructed, pointing a hoof towards the stairs. Now that the pains of your illness had fully awoken, you wanted nothing more than rest. There was still one final thought that worried you, however.

Tomorrow is Monday.

"But I have work tomorrow!" you said with a worried tone.

"Don't worry. I'm sure Applejack will understand if you miss a few days!" Twilight replied with a comforting smile, "Now go and get some rest."

Now with the stress of both the creature and work behind you, you thanked Twilight and began walking back up the stairs.

"Night, Twilight!" you called as you saw her climb onto the closest couch.

"Goodnight, Storm!" she replied, as the one candle that lit up the room was extinguished. Now that you thought about it, using a candle inside a giant tree seemed a little unsafe.

You entered your bedroom, slightly confused as to how Spike hadn't woken up during the commotion, and slipped back into your bed, the faint tapping of rain on your window breaking the silence of the night.

Sleep came quickly, but the pain in your muscles and head persisted, and so did a feeling of dread.

This was going to be a long night.

Author's Notes:

This wasn't as short as I thought it would be.

Also, if any of you spot any typos, or what you think are typos, please feel free to point them out in the comments and I will correct them as soon as I can. I'm usually finishing up these chapters pretty late into the night, so I don't fully proof read them. Obviously, I do skim through and look for any major errors, but there are still a few that slip my radar.

I wanted this to be a short lore chapter, but it ended up being an average length chapter. I'm not really complaining, but it does break the trend of lore chapters being short. Oh well.

And no, there will be no Storm King. I know some of you are thinking that the Storm King will be the antagonist, I would be too to be fair.
I won't be fully revisiting this 'Entity' creature, or anything to do with this main plot for quite a while, but this is just so you know there is a plot forming. It's gonna take a pretty damn long time to go somewhere, but there is a plot. So stick with me, ok