Twilight Sparkle glanced up upon the mountain. A eerie luminescence emitted from it, clocking everything near in a strange green-golden hue. The stars behind, a slice of the moon ever so slightly, filtered through it; the rest of the sky was otherwise unmolested.  

Twilight felt a shiver down her spine. Was it really now time to confront him? Why did such a fate befall her? 

She signed to herself. If only Rainbow Dash were here with her magic, she'd know what to do.

Wait...

She, Twilight Sparkle, was the one with the magic. Twilight Sparkle gazed down the mountain. The eeri glow below her, illuminating her body in that same-no, now sickly-green glow. Wasn't there gold earlier?

A single lapse in judgement is not easily forgotten Twilight..

A chill down her spine.

A single failure. Not easy to come back from...

A sicking feeling down her throat. 

When one makes a mistake that kills one of your own friends...

Twilight Sparkle felt sick. She needed to run. She needed to hide. Ice cream...

It was everywhere covering the ground. The entire landscape was made in a dream filled candy land. To her left, frosted fields of weat, coated with sugar like cereal. To her right, a river of chocolate cut threw the neapolitan ice cream. 

Why is it not cold here?

What was she doing?

You can't hide forever from your mistakes.

...

Twilight awoke, shaken. She glanced around the room. The familiar features of her home, carved into a tree, shrouded in darkness but not in a eerie way. She breathed a sign of relief. 

"What is with my dreams lately?"

She levitated a small notebook, brought forth aglow upon her purplish pink magic aura. A gentle light cast all around the room. A few flicks of the pencil, a brief sip of water, and she was back to bed. Restfully asleep and with a busy day, the dream mostly left her mind. 

...mostly.

This is just me typing something tired again. Nothing building up. A random tiny story thing that just sort of fits in this thread once more.   
 Mostly not building up, anyway...