Nightmare Regression [Mini Event]
@ponyinthemoon
Things were strange to say the least. Honestly her first thought when she saw people walking backwards and even a tree regressing to its sapling state was that Discord was active again. But he couldn't have been, he'd only been here for a small amount of time so she knew he couldn't have this much magic in him. The list of things she didn't think she'd see that day was fairly long but the top one, and her most hopeful, was the mare in the moon.
Her hooves stopped dead in their tracks, her heart racing as though it would pop right out of her chest then stopping cold. The mare's breath caught in her throat, feeling as though she'd probably never breathe again. This had to be a nightmare, yet she knew she wasn't asleep. She had a strong mind and she could tell what was fact and fiction. And regrettably...this was surely fact. Before her, for the second time in this dreadful place, was the embodiment of her worst failure, Nightmare Moon.
What was it this time? What set her off? Why was she this way again? Had she not been nice enough? Had she not taken care of her sister in this city? Had the city finally gotten to her enough? She regretted every single decision and step she'd taken in her second stay here. Maybe if she'd spent more time worrying about her sister instead of Twilight. Maybe if she'd focused on her problems and psyche instead of believing she could do it on her own, that she was strong enough, that maybe, like herself, she could handle the pressure of this place.
The Alicorn stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with a blatant mixture of fear and sorrow as her mouth hung open. She couldn't form thoughts, everything was racing through her mind at the speed of light and for once in her life, she was completely and utterly at a loss for words and strategy.
“Sister...” A moment's pause, and her words came out quiet at first, her voice breaking as though she had been fighting back the urge to cry. “Sister, please tell me this is wrong. Please tell me I am hallucinating, perhaps...”