Yes, it's been a while since I've last worked on this story. The truth is, I was going to cancel this story (well, not cancel, but rewrite). Also, I had several other stories to work on, so that was another problem. Right now, I decided to put those stories aside and just maybe work on a chapter or two for this.

In the time between making the first chapter and this chapter, my story writing skills have improved quite alot. Before, I used to capitalize every word after a comma. That ceased. I made short sentences. That ceased, and now I make quite long paragraphs before starting another.

If there was a way to give stories a rather book look, I'd do it like so.

Anyway, you'll notice that Chapter One looks the exact same as it has been since it was published. I'm keeping it that way. Why? So people can see the sudden change in the way I write.

Plus, I'll now be adding the publication date of this chapter here in the A/N just so people can see the gap between Chapters 1 and 2; to see how much my writing has changed in almost two years.

Anyway, here is the second chapter after so long. Enjoy.

PUBLICATION DATE: 1/3/14

Lyra suddenly twitched abruptly, forcing her back into the real world. No one, not even Dusk, who was standing right next to her, seemed to notice her sudden jump. For a few moments, Lyra once again stared off into space, trying to wonder what in the world just happened. The missiles, the explosions, the fire...the bodies.

Did that really happen and time just suddenly rewound itself as a warning? To warn Lyra that that thing she saw was going to happen in just a matter of seconds?

No, it couldn't have been real. She looked up to prove herself wrong. She was right. There was no fire, no explosions, no bodies flying everywhere, no blood splattering on her mane and coat. No disaster whatsoever. It was perfectly-

"Yo, Guys, I'll be right back, I gotta use the restroom," HI-C spoke up throughout the conversation of several ponies, and her voice was the only one to knock Lyra out of her worrisome trance.

That sentence had been burned into Lyra's mind since the first time she heard it. Then again, had she not heard it yet other than just a second ago?

It didn't matter. By instinct, Lyra grabbed HI-C's tail with a hoof, pulling her back. HI-C yelped in slight pain as she was forcefully pulled back onto her back.

"Hey!" she yelled, "Lyra, what was that fo-" She was cut off when Lyra spoke up.

"We're getting out of here," Lyra said with a voice that seemed to quickly put HI-C from a state of irritation to a state of worry.

"What? ...Why?" Dusk asked a little quietly, though loud enough for Lyra to hear.

Lyra paid no attention to his question. Instead, she quickly turned away from the group, pushing through the crowd of ponies she never met, hoping to get out of here before the disaster strikes.

...if the disaster strikes.

But before Lyra could get more than a hundred hooves from where she stood, she felt someone grab her tail. She tried to free herself, but could not. She turned around to see who it was, and there stood Rock Steady, along with the rest except for Shadow Heart.

"What's up with you, Ly?" Steady asked with a nickname. "Why're you so...jumpy all of a sudden?"

Lyra said nothing. She couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth; it was like something was in her throat, preventing her from being able to say what she wanted-...no...what she needed to say.

When she managed to speak, all that she could get out of her mouth was, "...I-" before she was suddenly interrupted with the sound of a distant explosion. Looking back, the group quickly reeled back in shock and horror as they watched a fireball rise into the air, along with what looked like...bodies.

Lyra screamed in horror as she watched what she witness in her visions come to life.

"T-That's why!" she yelled through her screams and cries that echoed along with the sounds of distant screams and explosions.

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Lyra didn't know how much time had elapsed since the event occurred; the event that claimed the lives of over 150 ponies, including Shadow Heart, a creepy but dear friend to her. All that she knew now was that she was sitting in a seat all by herself in a white room with a blackened out window. She knew that behind that window was someone watching her, observing her.

It felt like some time ago when a Royal Guard officer told her to step into this room, locking the door behind her, but it was only a little over 20 minutes ago.

She had trouble keeping her eyes open, her eyelids slowly lowering, only for her to forcefully lift them back up. She wanted to fall asleep right here and hope that she would wake up in her warm bed at home, and downstairs, BonBon would be making her favorite breakfast: HayCakes with maple syrup.

Suddenly, behind her, the click of a door was heard, along with a small creaking noise. The clopping of hooves were heard and from the right of her view walked a pony: a stallion. She knew this stallion quite well by the name of Sight Seer. He was the most well known and #1 detective throughout Canterlot and Ponyville, solving even the most difficult of crimes that not even other greatest detectives could solve. He started working in the CPD, the Canterlot Police Department, solving crimes in Canterlot, but eventually also solved crimes in Ponyville, but nothing beyond the two towns.

She grew up knowing him because he was a friend of her father, Harper Heartstrings, who also was a detective in the PPD, the Ponyville Police Department. She would always visit him when she visited her father. Unfortunately, after Harper's murder, she never got to see Sight Seer often. Visits like this were often quite a rarity.

Though, of course, this wasn't a visit.

As she looked at him, he looked back to her as he sat down in the seat on the opposite side of the table.

"Hello, Lyra," he said simply, a bit of sorrow and little worry in his voice.

Lyra didn't say anything for a few seconds. When she did, she simply replied, "...Hi, Seer."

Her voice was slightly cracked as a result of the crying over the past few days. There were dried streams of tears on her face from the past hour and a half, maybe longer. She couldn't tell. She didn't care.

For the first few moments, it was rather silent in the barren room. Lyra didn't look at Seer, as she was too deep in thought. She wondered if she was really here, in this room, with someone she hasn't seen for a long time. A darker thought...if she was even alive and not dead being observed on a table in a morgue.

Was it Goddess just messing with her head for sick kicks?

She stopped thinking about it once Seer spoke up.

"Lyra...I know you must be going through a tough time-"

"What do you think?!" Lyra snapped back suddenly, only to apologize for her sudden outburst a moment later; Seer instantly forgave her, as he knew what she had experienced.

"...I'm going to...ask you...a few questions. You don't...mind if I ask, do you? Remember, you don't have to answer if you don't want."

Lyra, looking down at the floor, slowly looked back up to Seer, slowly nodding her head, replying, "...Okay."

Seer had a look of worry on his face, but nevertheless, he grabbed a pen and began to open a notebook.

"Okay then. It won't take long."

It became silent for a few moments, despite Seer opening the notebook. Pen in hoof, aimed to the paper, he asked the first question.

"How exactly did you know that the incident was going to...happen?"

For a few seconds, Lyra tried to speak, but couldn't. Clearing her throat, she responded with a slightly cracked voice, "...I saw it...in a...in a vision..."

Seer raised an eyebrow at the statement. "A vision? ...What kind of vision? Like, a dream? Premonition?"

Lyra had known the difference between visions. It clearly wasn't a dream because, of course, she wasn't sleeping at the time, so premonition was most likely the case.

"...Premonition."

Silence filled the air despite Seer writing notes down in the book. Once written, he asked the second question.

"What did you see?"

Lyra didn't want to remember the visions of countless ponies dying in horrific, brutal, vicious ways, but every time she tried to forget, they always came back, no matter what, and it would always bring tears to her eyes.

She didn't answer the question. She couldn't answer it. She simply closed her eyes, trying to black out the memories. Seer could quickly see her pain, as well as feel it.

"It's alright, Lyra. You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."

She felt glad that he didn't force her to answer. She was gladder Seer didn't turn out to be THAT kind of detective.

"Alright...I'll just ask one more question and then you can go, okay?"

"...Alright," Lyra, voice cracked, replied after a few moments.

"Alright...Last question..."

The question was not asked for a few moments, leaving an awkward silence once again in the room. Lyra felt tortured. She didn't want to be here any longer. She just wanted to go home and just wallow alone in pity and sorrow.

In fact, to her that felt funny. At first she wondered why, then she just answered in her mind that it was funny how just one event can change one's personality entirely. Before, Lyra rarely ever stayed inside her home; now, she didn't want to even look at the world.

Her further thoughts were interrupted when Seer asked the question.

"Has this been the first time you experienced this? ...The visions, I mean."

Lyra thought for a moment into her past, trying to recollect any memories of her having some vision that told the future, but she found not a single one except for the recent and only vision.

"...Yes," she blankly replied to Seer, "This is the first time."

A few seconds passed as Seer wrote more notes in the book before finally closing it, looking back up to Lyra.

"Thank you, Lyra...You can go."

Lyra didn't hesitate to get up from her chair. Turning 180 degrees, she walked to the door, opening it and closing it behind her, leaving Seer in the room alone.

She didn't hate Seer or even being around him. She always loved seeing him because it just made her days much happier whenever he visited, even after her father's death.

But nothing could really cheer her up after this.

For a few moments, she felt like she was the one that was responsible for the death of all those ponies, including Shadow. Her mind asked why, and she simply replied that after the vision, she just left rather than say "STOP!" or do anything else that would prevent the disaster from happening.

Still, she didn't know it would really happen. Lyra was known sometimes for drifting off into space and having fantasies of many things, but almost all of them were happy and non-violent. Those that were not happy were usually part of a fantasy gone wrong with her own intentions of it doing so. And all of them felt and looked like a vision.

The one of the incident felt like she was really living it, like she was witnessing it firsthand in front of her very eyes and not in a dream-like state. She felt the blood on her body as ponies around her were blown up or crushed around her. She saw bodies flinging around like rag dolls in front of her face.

She even felt herself holding Disk as he died in her arms.

Disk...

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Lyra wanted to go home and do what she originally intended...but now she set a new task for herself.

To go see Disk.

She didn't want to be alone. She wanted to be with someone right now.

She needed to be with someone right now.

I know this chapter is a bit short to some, but to me, over 2,100 words is quite a lot (You can thank these author notes for that as well). Not only that, but doing short chapters like that is a lot easier to do than, oh say, almost 10,000 word ones. A lot less time to do them. That's why most stories take too long.

Well, either that or I'm too lazy to work on them.

Anyway, here's the official second chapter of MLFD2. I read a few reviews on chapter 1, and people said they wanted to see more. Sure, some of them were of almost two whole years ago, but some of them were just a few months back. After that, I decided to continue work on this.

I'm currently working on the rewrite of the first story, but only on Fimfiction. I decided to only rewrite it on there and keep the original here because I want to see how much my style has changed in the two versions, the current in progress version, and the original finished (badly written) version.

It's strange how people wanted to see more of my stories back when they were being badly written, along with bad storylines, bad twists, and bad everything.

Yes, I know I batter myself a lot with hate, but it's the truth. My stories were terrible long ago, but I plan on changing that...on Fimfiction. Every story here that I wrote that is pony related I'm going to edit on Fimfiction then keep the original here.

Sure wish I could've kept the original versions of my Fimfiction stories on here to see how much they've changed.

Eh, too late. Can't change it.

Anyway, happy 2014! I know I'm a few days late, but screw it, I'm saying it. I'm hoping this year turns out better for me than the past few years. A few terrible things have happened to me, but writing seems to make things better.

Well, that and TheGamingLemon.

I'll start working on Chapter 3 soon, and if I work nonstop, it should be up in a few days. I started working on this chapter just a few days ago, starting just a few hours before 2014 began, so just about 2 1/2 days.

Again, happy 2014!