The radio blasted some popular song, snapping Sunset out of her coma. She bolted upright, a snarl of rage tearing its way out of her throat before she could take stock of her surroundings. Her bedsheets were that horrendous shade of violet, her room decorated in posters of those pitiful transient “rock” bands made completely of boys made to look her own age. She drew her sheets around her as she realized she was unclothed and scanned the room for prying eyes, only letting them down when she was certain there weren't any.
Sunset threw the covers aside and stepped from the bed, using her magic to seize an orange bathrobe hanging in her closet and put it on as she recalled the events that led her here. I'm going to find that heretic's device then hang him crucified above the palace gate. Maybe I should do the same to Sparkle when I get a hold of her, parade her body through her precious city. Sunset thought, scowling. All because of her, I now have to live through ANOTHER cycle of this.
Oddly enough, in those final moments, she had felt stronger than she ever had before. Has it truly been that long since I had a need to use so much power? Sunset closed her eyes and tried to find where she brought forth the energy within herself, remembering how that purple peasant humiliated her with her precious crown. Perfect little Twilight and her precious friends. She knew nothing of what it was to lose, to be so intelligent and powerful and determined, and to have fate conspire to keep you in the mud while enemies tore all that you loved apart.
Maybe it was time to show her. Sunset's eyes snapped open, glowing gold. She smiled as she blasted her alarm clock apart. “I will find you.”