You step through the portal at Twilight’s side, and the world shifts. A pull drags you forward, spinning, stretching, until suddenly—solid ground again. The air feels strange, the world sharper, but the real shock is the shape of your body. Hands where hooves should be, strange legs beneath you, clothes wrapped over skin. You glance at Twilight. She’s sprawled on the ground, fumbling with her new limbs, panic flashing across her face.

Where you manage to stand with relative ease, she stumbles again and again. Each movement feels alien to her, while for you, the rhythm of walking, the function of fingers, comes almost instinctively. You offer no words, no guidance—just presence. Twilight clings to your silent steadiness as she wobbles forward, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

The days that follow test her patience. At Canterlot High, the unfamiliar world presses in on her. She fumbles with doors, startles at loud noises, struggles with the simplest of human customs. You watch her frustration grow, but still she presses on, determined to reclaim her crown. Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Fluttershy rally to her side, each bond slowly reforging what Sunset Shimmer tore apart.

Twilight’s smile shines brighter each time a friendship is mended, but when night falls, the weight of everything she carries begins to show.

Inside the library, shadows stretch across the shelves. Books surround you both, silent sentinels to Twilight’s unrest. She paces the floor, her fists clenched tight.

“This is so frustrating!” she bursts out, voice echoing off the walls. “Sunset Shimmer has turned everyone against each other. She’s made this school miserable, and all because of her selfishness. I thought bringing the Elements of Harmony into this world would be simple, but it’s not. Nothing here is simple!”

Her voice cracks as she glares down at her hands, flexing her fingers like they’re the root of her problems. “And these… these things! I can’t even use them properly. How am I supposed to win the crown back when I can barely figure out how to open a locker?”

She stops, shoulders heaving, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “What if I fail? What if Sunset keeps the crown? What if I let everypony back in Equestria down?”

The silence after her rant is heavy, broken only by her shaky breathing. Books tower around her, the world outside quiet and distant.

You stay by her side, a steady figure in her storm, as she stands there—small, uncertain, but still burning with determination beneath the fear.