User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150803063701

Dazzling Light looks up, but fails to raise any sort of defense against the spell.

Achlys reawakens in a misty room. She is surrounded by stone walls, or at least they appear to be made of stone. When she touches one of the walls, her hoof goes straight through the wall. She yelps in surprise and withdraws her hoof. She looks around the room, and her eyes settle on the same purple glow she saw in the cavern. "Where am I? Is this a dream?"

???: "No...we had to transport you here...Your body and soul is physically here...We could not have you interrupted by those of corrupt hearts."

Achlys: "Do you mean that Dark Arts?"

The strange voices do not respond. Instead, the glow only grows brighter. Achlys slowly trots over to the glow. When she is within a few feet of the origin of the glow, the purple light fades...revealing a hilt sitting on a red velvet cushion. The cushion is held by statue's hooves. Achlys looks up at the statue. It seems to be a beautiful Earth pony mare. Her face would be beautiful, if it was not twisted in an expression of terrible sadness. Achlys picks up the hilt and the air around her grows colder, so chilly that Achlys can see her breath.

???: "Beware...beware...those that take the hilt shall suffer a great curse! You shall lose something you don't want to let go...BEWARE!"

The voices fade and Achlys feels herself spiraling into darkness.