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// Chapter Three: 20 Years Later 
// Story: Past Or Future? 
// by eggomaplesoup 
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It's been 20 years since Twivine left Ponyville, Twilight is now an alicorn and still remembers her twin sister Twivine and is happy around her five friends and of course the baby dragon, Spike.

Twilight is flying with Rainbow Dash.

"So what's it like being a princess?" She asks.

"It feels great." Twilight replies. "Even though it's hard being a princess." 

Twilight then hears Rarity screaming and she flies down quickly. 

"What's wrong Rarity?" Twilight asks. 

"Twilight, I'm just excited about tomorrow!" Rarity shouts with joy. "Tomorrow is going to be the Sun Summer Celebration! And everypony will see your big star when Luna and Celestia show their sun and moon!" 

"That's great Rarity, but I'm a little nervous," Twilight says.

"Nonsense! No need to be a little nervous, Twilight." Rarity then cheers up Twilight. "I bet everypony will like your big star."

"Thanks, Rarity." Twilight says with a smile. 







Meanwhile, Twivine walks back in forth waiting for her guard. Until the guard walked in. "So any signs of that brat?" Twivine asks. 

"Of course your highness." The guard says and bows. "I believe that Twilight is an alicorn."

"WHAT?!" Twivine looks shocked and angry and she uses her magic to wrap the guard with her vine. "And you never told me before?!"

"I'm sorry princess! Please don't attack me!" The guard begged, but Twivine lets go of the guard.

"Leave before I change my mind and kill you." Twivine sounds serious. 

The guard flees out of the room.

Twivine scoffs. "Stupid guards." She sits on her throne. 

"In fact, I still have my diary but I'll just make it as my revenge list." She laughs evilly. "My stupid twin sister will pay for what she did to me! After all, she is a 'perfect' princess." 

"Maybe I should make one last poem." Twivine then nods and writes:

In the realm of darkness, where shadows creep,
A tale of vengeance shall I now speak.
Where dormant rage bubbles were deep, oh so steep,
A heart that for retribution does seek.

With eyes so stern, and bloodlust that swells,
The spirit of vengeance, like tolling bells,
Awakens in silence, a fierce fury it tells,
For the injustice inflicted, its tale compels.

Through treacherous mazes, the path it paves,
Through rivers of sorrow, to reclaim what was saved.
No mercy, no solace for those who misbehaved,
Revenge, the victor, their sentence engraved.

In whispers of midnight, a vow it does take,
To give nightmares, to those who caused heartache.
Through shadows, it glides, like a venomous snake,
Seeking redemption, to make their world quake.

Every action, precise, every move, calculated,
Not a single word was spoken, just silence, sedated.
For the sweet taste of revenge, highly coveted,
In the darkness, retribution is coldly narrated.

But beware, revenge, a double-edged sword,
For those in pursuit of justice, sanity may be ignored.
The line between justice and vengeance blurred,
A cautionary tale to those who are lured.

So let revenge be a passage, not a final decree,
For forgiveness and love, the light that sets free.
May harmony guide us, our spirits vengeful-less,
And steer us away from revenge's distress.

Twivine then closes the 'diary' and she throws it at the fire. "My stupid twin sister will fail and Equestria shall fall as well."