//------------------------------// // Guess Who? // Story: Twilight's Magic // by BubbleyBathTub //------------------------------// It was nighttime when the pony betrayed her. When the pony betrayed her trust and abandoned her when things went sour. No, perhaps it was morning. Ah, yes it had to have been morning. Diamond Tiara remembered running away from the sunrise, away from the library where her betrayer once lived. Or was she running towards the sunrise? She was definitely running toward the sunrise. She remembered now. The bright sun leaving spots in her eyes as her eyes watered. She had been crying because of the sun. She had closed her eyes, running with tears down her cheeks because the sun was too bright.  She really should be writing this down. It was after all the speech she knew (hoped) Twilight Sparkle would hear last. As in she couldn't hear anything after that. As in Twilight Sparkle would have a hard time hearing two meters underground. In a coffin. Diamond Tiara grabbed a pen. A smile on her lips as she felt the words on her tongue.  Twilight Sparkle sat in front of her, tied up and helpless. Diamond Tiara laughed as tears fell down her cheeks. "Please Diamond Tiara, pity me!" she cried. Wait no, she thought. She wouldn't be crying... that's out of character. Diamond Tiara stopped. Would she? No, Twilight is the kind of pony that would be stubborn to the end.  "I will get my revenge!" shouted Twilight. It felt much better. Diamond laughed. "Don't you see? It's over! Give up!" "Never!" Twilight cried adamantly. "You left me there that morning, you betrayed me when I went so far for you. But you never thought that I would come back for revenge, that ole' Diamond Tiara would never-" Ole'? This wasn't the bronze age. "-that little Diamond Tiara would never come to haunt you. Well I have! I've never forgotten how you killed my only friend. And now you will feel the pain." She laughed, lifting up a knife and... and... Diamond Tiara sighed. She stared at the page, filled with her speech. She had the feeling that the words would never actually be heard, by Twilight or by anypony. Diamond Tiara sat the pen down.  She wasn't a killer. You could be. No! ... I couldn't. Oh? Tell me, how is Twilight doing? I don't care. You do. Don't tell me you have forgiven her. I would never! Diamond Tiara grit her teeth. My... my only friend. Her resolve faltering for only a moment. Then kill her. Then I'm as bad as her! Maybe worse because she couldn't even remember that she did. I'm no murderer. Are you? "Keep questioning me and I will murder you!" Diamond shouted. A light blue pot smashed on the wall, leaving beautiful pieces of glass on the carpet. A moment passed "Dazzle-Doo?" a quiet voice questioned. The door creaked open, bleeding golden light into the dark grey room. Diamond lifted her head up, not letting one ounce of anger fall from her face. "Are... are you all right?" the voice was careful but overwrought with fear. "Yes mom I-" she stopped for a second, a moment, tops. "I'm not okay." The door creaked open showing a mare with outwardly concern on her face. The room illuminated, the grey walls holding trophies that undoubtedly held no value to her. Tiara jumped on her bed, wordlessly inviting her mother to join her.  Her mother's hooves were quiet on the light blue carpet, as if any noise would change her daughter's mind and she would be sent out of her room like so many times before. She noticed the tiara in pieces, under and beside her bed. She felt sad to see her daughters favorite possesion tossed to the side in anxiety and depression.  She sat beside her daughter, not wanting to say a word lest she scare her daughter away. The light grey cushion crinkling under her weight. She knew she had made the right choice when she felt Tiara's head lie against her neck. Soft sobs joined them. "Dear, are you crying?" she spoke softly. "No!" Tiara shouted. She asked no further questions wondering to herself how to help her daughter recover. She felt that perhaps the best way was to just be there. To let her recover on her own and to not try to intervene. Another voice inside cried to talk to her, and yet another said to shower in gifts as if that had ever worked before. At last she spoke, breaking the silence. "Mom...?" she cleared her throat. "Can, can we redo my room?" She lifted her eyes, only now noticing the grey, light blue morbid color scheme of her own daughter's room. "Of course my dear. Anything for you." Nightfell somewhere in Equestria. A blackened mare sat in a corner, gnarled horn pointed and the sky and eyes closed in concentration. The night fell and soon the crickets began chirping, one, two at a time until the world was made of them, each one loud, shouting for attention in the darkness. The trees started hooting, the nocturnal birds flittering around in the night sky. Squirrels skittering around at the last minute, and the rustling of leaves. She frowned, first trying to ignore the racket then gritting here teeth and denying herself to hear them. The noise continued until the mare had enough. Before a spell could be started, or even thought of, every single cricket in the forest a stopped chirping all at once. Just as the mare opened her eyes to turn around and see the cause, a blinding flash in the form of a steel baseball bat slammed into her face, sending the mare skittering across the forest floor. "You silly, silly filly." A sickly voice commented.