A little something from my editor, Stinium · 11:58pm Jul 13th, 2021
So basically, my editor, Stinium, wrote this random rewrite of the prologue using rhyming. Hope y'all enjoy it lol
Please note that it was unedited and written on a whim.
It is a rather quiet, quaint day in Ponyville. The newly ascended Princess Twilight Sparkle found herself busking in the glory of luxurious sunlight; a rare moment to behold in the moments of the seasons changing heretofore. Oftentimes, she stared at the earthen ground, wondering, pondering, deciphering the challenges she would face with Starlight as her new pupil. Sometimes, the simplicity of the tones, textures and touch of the dirt meanders with the challenges faced by Twilight then. Twilight thought whether she had the acumen within herself to thrust her forward into a future of uncertainty.
“Twilight!” Starlight verily called out, the deep-seated facial expression of fear and concern unleaving even after all of this time. Time...she had just experienced time. The warping of dimensions, the flurry of actions, the certainty of reality...they washed over her, like a wave; a tidal wave of memories that failed to escape her mind and her heart. How difficult would it be to encase and envelope these struggles encapsulated within her and leave them free?
“Starlight!” In spite of the apparent cheeriness in the princess’ voice, she struggled to stifle the yawn that undeniably escaped her lips. “I presume you are done exploring Ponyville?”
Starlight took notice of this personage that stood before her. “That I am, but are you okay?”
The wind blew. The flags fluttered overhead. The beauty of the castle never failed to leave the duo enthralled. The shards of purple contrasted with the skyline of the rural town in an unnerving, though welcoming posture. The polymorphic, polycrystalline structure of the single, uniform crystal, lacking any dislocation line was stunning. “I am,” Twilight replied finally. “Sorry, I was...distrac—”
“Twilight!” Spike burst out of the castle, leaving the two bewildered. “Princess Celestia sent a letter!”
Surrounding the scroll in her magenta-tinted magic, Twilight flipped the scroll open. The crustiness and thickness of the paper revealed its unequivocal authenticity. The crispiness of the texture was difficult to capture, but the tell-tale scent of cellulose was more than noticeable. The words on the scroll were neat as always; a seasoned graphologist could rapidly deduce and uncover this veneer of an otherwise elusive character for the commoner to reveal a humble heart, a kind kin and a venerable villain.
“My...faithful student,
It has come to my attention that you have been exploiting an unfathomable amount of time magic. Have I not informed you of the sheer dangers of this in my many lessons with you? Disappointed, I no doubt am of you. A catastrophe, you could have caused. A justification I hence put forth. This letter has been imbued with a spell; once you have read this, I will teleport directly to you and banish you off the face of this realm. Know this: the word ‘disappointment’ struggles to remind me how much you have cut into my confidence in you.”
Instantaneously, Celestia popped out into existence with a flash of white magic. The monotone paleness of white seemed to have a different undertone; one of raving and raging fury instead of its normal calm demeanour. The juxtaposition was never more abundantly clear to the otherwise naive Twilight; the contrast was more than apparent to even the silliest dunces in nursery school. The nova of white appeared bleak, yet weak.
And there she was. A split-second, cursory glance explored a frame into Celestia's character Twilight had never even seen before in spite of years of tutorage. “As discussed, I will banish you. I do not—”
“I…” Circular, congruent shapes filled with polar, covalent, miniscule molecules materialised out of the corners of Twilight’s rather non-beady eyes.
“...want to hear any excuses. You have to be punished.”
A flash, then a crack.
White. A colour of emptiness. Empty in the sense that it had no contrast; empty in the sense that it was unfulfilling; empty in the sense that was stark. Isn’t it nothing more than a meaningless light that shines without mercy or remorse?
No. White’s the colour of abundance, of creativity...of choice. All the colours are embedded within, submerged under multifarious layers of others, waiting to pop out with some form of contrast. Isn’t it everything but you to decide?
Destiny. This was where I had to be.
Choice. Does it ever have to be?
Fate. Remember, you can’t control all this, see?
Decisions. They had once guided me, but I’m now free.
Twilight meekly dragged herself up, and brought herself on all four hooves. The inhospitality of the water-scarce desert reflected a mirage of choice and hope within her.
She had to walk. She had to move. She had to flee and be free.
A wolf howled, bringing her to a halt. She then knew she must fasten her steps, lest she wished to fall into a trap. Powerful jaws and impervious coats, a memory reminded her once to gloat.
But this was not to be; thinking fast had to be key. A fire she would need, to scare these wolves to heed. She brought some sticks, and cast a spell in a matter of ticks. The flames consumed them with ferocity, leaving Twilight no choice but to improvise with velocity. Transmuting some sand into some much-needed fuel, she knew that she herself had just entered into a duel. Her magic reserves within her were no doubt scarce, but she could not afford to turn this into a farce. The heat from the flames warmed her soul, but the deviousness of wolves made this game foul.
The wolves waited and wailed; her plan to sleep all but derailed. It was not until dawn when she found her position fond. Alas, through much deduction, she had finally come to a certain conclusion; she would go and find a place, and perhaps adopt a new face.
Those banished here she remembered, had to have some settlements assembled. Shelter there she would seek, but first she had to have a peek. She trudged and trotted through the vast expanse of land, but all she found was nothing but sand.
Hunger consumed the alicorn now, but she struggled to find a solution how. Transmutation might work for now, but a few more times and she would be down.
Surmountable challenges she could surely overcome; after all, look at what she’d become! An alicorn princess worthy of respect, though this was not true in retrospect.
Thirteen long, agonising, whole days were all it took to bring Twilight into a daze. Her consciousness slipped away, allowing darkness to pave the way, ultimately as the order of the day. But in the end, her vision brought another character into view, even as the coolness of her eyes lidded with dew.
damn, AI knows how to write a cliffhanger
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Woah.
That was intense.
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I wrote this, not an AI!
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woah, i think i was tired or something, when op said editor my mind flew to those videos on YT of AI writing stories
srry dude
... but what if you're an AI and you just don't know it?