Twilight Sparkle let out a yawn and stretched out her hooves. She opened her eyes but promptly shut them as they were assaulted with light. She tried to slide out of bed despite her temporary blindness but fell flat on her chin which caused her to bite her tongue.
“Ow!” she yelled sticking out her tongue and putting hoof to it. She didn’t know that hoof in particular had slid under her bed when she fell and consequently received a dust-covered tongue. “PTBPHB!! Ack! Grothh!” she exclaimed after spitting out as much of the dust as she could. She then tried using magic to get the rest of the dust off of her tongue but ended up heating it rather than removing the dust. “AUGH!” she yelled in pain again.
Twilight mentally cursed herself for trying to use magic without the proper amount of focus and made her way to the door but it unfortunately slammed open while she was about to open it.
A very worried baby dragon rushed through the door and into the room holding a broom like a sword. “Twilight! Are you alrig-... Twilight? Uh... hello?”
Twilight grumbled to herself from behind the door which Spike shut to allow the the unicorn out.
“Oh geez, sorry, Twilight.” Spike said holding his tail backing up a little from the now fuming lavender mare.
Twilight was about to yell but then opted against it knowing that her bad luck this morning wasn’t Spike’s fault. She sighed to calm herself and put on a caring expression. “Ith fine Sppike... greath!” she exclaimed yet again. Her tongue is out of commision.
Spike held a hand over his mouth in an attempt to stop his laughing but it failed. He fell backwards and broke out into laughter. Although he couldn’t tell through his laughter, Twilight glared at him but her expression soon softened into a caring one that most mothers would have when watching their foals play. She gave him a hoof-noogie before continuing on to the top of the stairs. “Come on Sppike, I mighth nee’ your helpp on somethhig.”
Spikes laughter died down and he picked himself and wiped a tear from his eye. He looked at her again and more chuckles were heard. Those chuckles died when Spike received a flat look from the unicorn and he then followed the unicorn down the stairs with out a laugh.
Twilight had Spike make scrambled eggs and hay bacon strips for breakfast. While he was frying those up in the kitchen she made her way back upstairs and to the bathroom where she began to prepare herself for the day. She looked at her tongue in the mirror. She didn’t bite a hole through it thankfully but it was red and inflamed from the accidental cooking it received. She shrugged. It would heal in time but it would be annoying to go run errands. She was about to yell down to Spike but realized that he’d likely not understand a word she said so she fired up her magic and grabbed a quill, ink, and parchment from her bedside armoire and levitated it into the bathroom while she simultaneously levitated a brush to her and started brushing her mane to get rid of the major case of bed-head she was currently suffering from. She quickly jotted down something on the parchment and teleported it downstairs to where she guessed was the table in the center of the room.
After doing so she looked into the mirror and gazed at herself. Her violet eyes that were a darker shade of purple than that of her fur stared back at her. They were slightly obscured by a dark blue mane bearing both a purple and pink highlight stripe that ran the length of it, all the way down to where it ended just above her shoulders. All of this came together creating the gentle complexion of one, slightly injured, Twilight Sparkle. She had to admit, even though she wasn’t Rarity, she took pride in how she looked and carried herself to some degree and she was downright sexy if she did say so herself. Not that she was into mares but was still pretty considering other mares she knew. Not that she was calling them ugly either.
Twilight then heard a groan downstairs just after the sound clanking of dishes being placed on a table downstairs. “Come on Twilight really?” Spike complained.
Twilight teleported downstairs in front of an upset baby dragon and nodded with a smile and a curt, “Mhm”.
“Ugh... why do I have to do all of...” Spike motioned towards the list. “...this?”
“Becausse I neeth ta...” Twilight trailed off when Spike started giggling. She then teleported a small stack of parchment, a jar of ink and a quill to herself and quickly wrote down the following:
Because I can’t speak correctly. So I need you to go to the market and shop for me. I don’t exactly feel like arguing over prices with my speech like this.
Spike just crossed his arms and gave a flat look. Twilight looked away and tapped the quill on her chin in thought before quickly scribbling down something down on the parchment shoving it in Spike’s face.
I’ll tell you what, you do this for me, and I’ll get you that sapphire from the jewelry you’ve been begging me to get you for Celestia knows how long.
Spike looked up with pleading eyes that asked ‘really?’.
Yes, really.
“Ok. I’m on it.” Spike said with a salute and a determined look. He grabbed the list and scampered out the door leaving the unicorn mare to chuckle. She loved him like no tomorrow but she hated having to bribe him to get him to do something.
Twilight spent the next two hours reading trying to pass the time until a thought occured. Maybe Zecora had a potion to help her with her tongue. Twilight smiled briefly at the unintentional innuendo of that thought but decided a trip to see the zebra was warranted. She walked back up to her room when she noticed something peculiar: the balcony doors were open; she didn’t open them herself and spike was downstairs the whole time.
Twilight then shook her head vigorously. Of course nopony would break into her home. It’s a library. The only things in here were books. A gust of wind from a misplaced cloud must have caused it. Certainly nopony else would be her but her.
Suddenly there was a noise behind her and she turned only to see a black object being swung at her. It struck and her vision exploded with stars.
Ashley shot up from her bed breathing heavily. Did she just get the real Twilight’s memories? She was going to freak out more until a yelp came from the front of her cave. She looked to see what looked like a ball of cloth tumbling down the incline into her cave, giving a high pitched yelp every time it bounced. Ashley raised an eyebrow at the display until the the bundle bounced a final time and the cloth, which turned out to be a white parka, unraveled to reveal a small yellow pegasus filly with soft magenta eyes. The filly’s decent stopped comically at the foot of Ashley’s bed.
“Aw, what the hell?” came Ashley’s response to which the filly tilted her head at.
I woke up. I had apparently cried myself to sleep after the princess left. I dreamt of that day for some odd reason... or at least part of it. It doesn’t matter though. It won’t help me to feel sad or anything. I thought I saw my old foal sitter, Cadence, but I’m pretty sure it was just some kind of hallucination I thought she looked at me with a shocked expression when I woke up. The pseudo-Cadence quickly shuffled out the door only to leave me here.
Out of perpetual boredom I’ve decided to use a loose stone I can see over in the corner and try and do a little bit of self therapy by scratching my thoughts and feelings on the wall to my side. Maybe I can somehow at least make this situation just a little more bearable.
Cadence slightly regretted doing what she did. Although her aunt forbade her, she had made it through the dungeon without alerting the guards posted there and found her way to the humans cell. She had originally gone there to try and reason with the human to have her disclose the information regarding the whereabouts of Twilight, hoping desperately that she’d listen to her pleas, but she was not prepared for this. She walked in on the bipeds sleeping form and was shocked to see the deplorable state she was in.
She was covered in black clothing with many pockets and compartments. It wasn’t visually pleasing as it looked to be designed with functionality in mind. The clothing was torn and ragged along with the human herself. Her exposed skin, which held a slightly tan coloration, was bruised and battered. She was covered in dirt and grime and her long black mane was matted and disheveled. She was curled up in a ball in the corner of the cobblestone cell which confined her and broke the young princess’s heart.
Being the princess of love didn’t limit her to that feeling alone. She was truly a princess of emotions and the aura around the downtrodden human was making Cadence physically sick. It was one of horrible depression and sorrow that she thought could never possibly ever feel herself and it blew her heart to bits. Why would her aunt do this, or if she didn’t do it herself, why would she warrant this kind of treatment?
This wasn’t the kicker though.
The human woke up and when she did, she smiled and deliriously uttered the following phrase before the audibility of her words grew to low: Sunshine, sunshine. Those were the only words she could make out but that was the beginning of the greeting she had taught to Twilight when she was a filly. How did the human know it? It could have been a massive fluke but it made her wonder about the identity of the human. Another feeling she had gotten during her visit was that she was somehow familiar. How?
It didn’t matter though because she needed to leave before somepony noticed she was missing. Still though, who is she, why is she so familiar, and why would Aunt Celestia do such a thing?