'This is the second worst day I've ever had.' Sweetiebelle thought as she struggled to move anything under the rubble. 'I'm starting to see why my sister hates boulders. I wonder what the others are doing? Probably saving the universe,' she thought looking around with her one good eye, seeing as how the other had a boulder sticking out of it. 'Or maybe they're helping to try and dig me up?'

As she lay there under the tons of rubble, she began to hum. Her voice coming out slightly strangled and weak with the boulders and her current form, but it was strong enough for her to hear and keep rhythm. Closing her good eye, she was met with more darkness, but she opened it when a small light flashed in her vision. It happened again, and again until it was like an old film wheel burning out while you stared into the light.

In a blinding flash, she found herself in a white landscape. Looking around, she saw no corners, no shapes, no clouds, no sky, not even a ground, but just white. She tried to turn into something, but she was encased in a light blue glow and the action stopped. Looking at the aurora, she traced it back to a small filly roughly ten feet away.

When she stopped trying to change, the pony cut their magic and the aurora vanished leaving a calmness in the air. Squinting, she could make out a few curls, even a white coat, but she shrugged it off as the landscape.

"Hello?" She called out sounding rather like her old self. "Who's there? Do you know where I am?"

She got no response from the pony, but the blue aurora was back, only this time it wasn't coming from the pony. Looking behind her, she saw her Marker there, only it wasn't hers entirely. It was still white, but the symbols pulsed the same hellish orange as any other.

Looking back at the pony, she scrunched up her muzzle in fright as the filly was now in hoofs reach. Gulping, she got over her initial shock, but that was replaced by an even stronger shock as she stared back at a copy of herself.

The Sweetiebelle in front of her was still white, but instead of fur, her coat was made of stone with Marker symbols pulsing the same blue as her Marker. Her mane and tail were colored white with only a streak of red mixed with orange going through them. Her eyes were as white as pearls, but she could make out the pupils.

"Who are you?" Sweetiebelle asked again.

"We are you, Sweetiebelle." Her copy spoke, her voice coming out as if it were being spoken through shattering glass. The effect of the patchy voice made Sweetiebelle fold her ears against her head in irritation, but the copy spoke again before she could retort. "We are the Marker you care for. We inhabit your body as one. We are two separate entities, but We are whole."

"Two separate entities?" Sweetiebelle parroted. "If we're separate, then how are you also the Marker I care for?"

"A good question." Her copy replied. "With a simple answer. We are still attached to you, while Our body is in your world. We are the same, but also different."

"So, you're the White Marker back at the base, but you've attached yourself to me." She said. "You still haven't answered my second question by the way."

"Where are we?" Her copy spoke looking around. "We are in what the Doctor calls the 'Dead Zone', or the space between dimensions." She said. "The only reason we are able to survive is because We have made a protective covering much like what he refers to as a Dyson sphere. All We simply did was take a moment in time from another dimension and put it here to make a bubble around us to speak."

"We're in a space between dimensions, and you just took a piece of time from another dimension? Does that mean you can get me and my friends home?" She said furrowing her eyebrows.

"We can, but We will not." Her copy spoke solemnly. "You and the others must first save this world and others from the destruction Our darker brothers and sisters wish to create."

"If you can tear the fabric of reality apart, why don't you just do it?" Sweetiebelle asked sitting down.

"We are only one Marker, one of peace and healing. They know only death and violence. One of which is waiting for your friends to awaken it with the Codex."

"Awake it?" Sweetiebelle said. "What do you mean awake it? Is it close?"

"It is the moon above the planet. Now go, warn the others, destroy the Codex, and kill the moon." Her copy said as the world began to fade back into darkness. "When the time comes, when the war shall end as it begins, We shall leave you for a moment but not leave you at all."

"Wait! Wait, what war!? What are you talking about leaving me!?"

Her calls were drowned out as the landscape was turned to black and the cold of the planet was brought back. Struggling for a moment, she snorted a river of blood in frustration as she was still stuck under the avalanche of rubble.

'You can take me into a space between dimensions and tear a chunk out of time from another,' she thought. 'But you can't get a few tons of rock off me. When I get home, I'm going to pay the Doctor a visit.'

As she lay there again, she began to hum again. Half-way through Winter Wrap-up, more weight was put onto her tail, cracking the bone slightly. Feeling it lessen, she blinked as she lifted her tail up, and soon her lower body and then her shoulders, and finally she pulled her head out.

Shaking the dust and snow off, she looked back and saw Nexus taring back at her with all six eyes. Patting him on the head with a tentacle, she looked up at the hole in the mountain.

Most of the wall the couple of hundred feet from the ground was gone leaving a half-ring. Looking around, she saw a path wide enough for her and Nexus to go through. Nodding towards it, she took a few steps before the ground made a cracking sound from deep below.

The ground gave out and her and Nexus found themselves sliding in a large tunnel. The lights had disappeared now, and piles of the rock and ice from above were following them down as they fought to get a grip on the ice. Going over one bend, Sweetiebelle saw a green light ahead.

As they got nearer to the light, she could feel the air turn considerably colder. When they hit the rim of the opening, her eyes widened as they began to free-fall into what she could only describe as a city.

Looking down, Nexus's shrieks were drowned out when she saw the number of grey Markers waiting below like spikes in a pit. Closing her eyes, she waited for the impact.

'I hate Markers.'

Author's Notes:

Her first worst day was when her and her sister went on a cruise and she ate all the chocolate pudding. Poor Sweetiebelle... And the DJ she hit when she tried to aim for the water.

Merry Christmas!