//------------------------------// // Caduta nell' Abisso/ Downfall (edited) // Story: Ab Initio-From the Start-Al Principio. // by Daxn //------------------------------// Once Night Light was extinguished by the combined efforts of both Sedula and Twilight Sparkle, the latter said, panting and with her mane slightly burned, “Listen, father, you didn't catch the meaning of my words...” The father, with his coat burned and his tail reduced to ashes by the self-combustion, started to twitch. “I didn't understand what?” he asked. “Princess Celestia decided that for your misdoings the best course of action was to force you to redo the whole education all over again. That is all. Also, she evicted you from your house, I suppose.” Twilight put her left hoof on her face, and said with an irritated voice, “Father, first of all, Celestia didn't evict me from my house in Ponyville. Also, I have to attend the Kindergarten only for a term, so I will be there for four months.” Night Light, clearly comforted from the news, sighed in relief and with a calmer tone he asked Sedula to get rid of the destroyed couch where he was sitting. The gray mare nodded, and slowly yet effortlessly moved the piece of furniture out of the room. Then, Night light returned his attention back to Twilight. “Well, the moment of rage has passed, proceed to explain the reason for your punishment.” Twilight sat down on one of the non-damaged sofas, and told the whole tale to her father, leaving nothing to the imagination. “To be honest, I'm not surprised to find out that the cause of your punishment ultimately was your incapability to deal with deadlines and authorities at the same time.” The purple pony looked unamused at her father. She was tired of being reminded of the cause of all her problems in the past two days, and the fact that her own father didn't say a word in her defence was even more depressing, even if expected, considering Night's personality. “Thanks for reminding me of the painfully obvious facts, Father,” Twilight replied with an irritated voice. “I'm going to unpack my luggage. Is my old room free? Or do I need to unpack my luggage in one of the guest ones?” Night Light, while walking out of the room, answered, “Ask your mother; she said that your old bedroom must be used only on special occasions.” Twilight was a bit surprised at that. “What special occasions? My mother wasn't prone to invite ponies in this house. I can’t really imagine what kind of occasions would trigger unlocking my bedroom. Or why my bedroom has to be locked in the first place...” “I don't know. So far she unlocks it once per month, carrying gray bags in, but she never lets me or Shining get in, and since we don't even dare to imagine what's there, we never tried to step in. I think you are the only one allowed to see it, but better ask her.” A bit freaked out by such information, Twilight nodded, and moved towards her parent’s bedroom, located on the third floor. As she ascended the marble steps, Twilight thought about the strange behaviour of her mother regarding her old bedroom. What could have triggered it, and, above all, what was so important that could possibly be in the room that it had to be locked and opened only scarcely for depositing something contained in gray bags? It was weird, it seemed wrong... it seemed just plain obscure and incredibly intricate for her mother. Her thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks at an acute shriek. “Twily! My beloved Twily!” A white and purple blur catapulted itself over the purple mare and knocked her to ground, drawing a grunt of pain. “Why did it take you so long to get back to me? You made me worry SO MUCH!” After saying this, the shape hugged her tightly. As she tried to fight off her mother, Twilight said: “Mother... please... stop...” Twilight Velvet, while still hugging her, cooed, “I can't! I'm so glad that you came back that I can't stop myself from snuggling you!” Desperate for air, Twilight fought with all her might to break free from her mother's snuggly iron grasp. Alas, she could have just as well been glued to her mother's chest and so after about a minute of struggling she decided to spare her remaining energy and wait for the hug to end on its own. When Vevet terminated her cuddling session with her reluctant offspring, she got back on her legs, and asked with an irritatingly sweet voice, “So, why have you come back to me, Twily? Are you in need of some love from me?” Twilight huffed, then she answered in annoyance, “No, mother, it wasn't because I missed you; I am here because Princess Celestia has stated that I need an extra term at the Magic Kindergarten in Canterlot, after a freaky accident that I'd wish to avoid recalling. Since my workplace-home has no dobut been given to somepony else in since I left, my only option was to return to live under this roof, and that's the only reason for why I am in this house.” Twilight Velvet looked with widened eyes at Twilight Sparkle and questioned, “And that is all? Well then, why you were so sad then?” The purple pony felt her jugular vein grow in size, and her teeth grind. “And that is all? AND THAT IS ALL? I made a mistake, Princess Celestia punished me, and starting tomorrow I will be attending Magic Kindergarten for four months with fillies and colts that are there to actually learn something! How can I not be at least upset?” The white mare put her left hoof over the purple mare's shoulder. “Aaah, now I understand, you don't want to go to the Kindergarten. Well, better go to your room, so we can have a nice talk in private. Oh, and I also have a surprise for you.” Then she levitated the luggage with magic. Twilight Sparkle's eyes widened, at the phrasing of her mother. If her father's words were any indication, her old bedroom was never opened for anypony, and was always locked. If Twilight Velvet decided to open it to her punished daughter, telling her that she needed to talk in the process, then either Velvet wanted to punish Twilight further... or just both metaphorically and factically sealed the door specifically for the purple mare's homecoming. While Twilight's mind buzzed with theories, the white mare delicately placed the baggage on the ground, levitated a copper key hanging from a hook on the wall, then she placed the key in the lock, unlocking the door. The old wooden door opened with a loud squeak of rusted hinges, revealing what was contained in the room. The walls were painted pink with white dots, the floor made of liliac moquette; a small poplar chair painted red was also there, along with a small blue table of the same material as the chair, a round wicker basket lay in a corner of the room, a big wardrobe near the window, with blue shutters and pink walls, a bookshelf with only three books... in other words, the room was furnished like one of a little filly. In fact, Twilight herself, while staring motionless at the interior of the chamber, could not believe that what she was seeing was her room. She remembered that before leaving her native home for her studies she had left a pretty spartan room behind, with a military-style bed and huge piles of books scattered all over the place. The white mare, blissfully unaware of the utter surprise of her daughter, chirped, “Look how I redecorated your room! It was so... depressing! I think it is so much better now, don't you agree?” The purple pony kept her jaw open in surprise. “Wow! I've never seen you so positively surprised! Now, come on, get on the bed, so we can talk.” Twilight Sparkle snapped out from her stupor, and decided to obey, since some talking could give her clues about what had happened while she was away, and why Twilight Velvet had forbidden everypony from entering the room. As she sat down on the bed, Twilight Velvet sprawled on the moquette and said, “Twily, sweetheart, I know you don't like to stay with the other fillies, but...” Twilight reacted in rage. “Fillies? Stay around them? Mother, I am a grown pony now, I shouldn’t have to attend to Kindergarten and interact with three-years-old fillies! I'm here just to do time for a penalty given by Celestia!” Velvet, seemingly unaware of the meaning of her daughter's words, giggled slightly, and said, “I know you are a big pony. But you still have to see the others of your age, if you want to be even more bigger.” Twilight flailed her hooves in desperation and skimmed saliva in wrath. “Mother... I mean... I am a mare, I am going to repeat it, I AM A MARE! A M-A-R-E! Not an ignorant three-year-old filly with difficulties in both control of the bodily functions and the social relations! If I am going to attend the Kindergarten, it's only because I got punished with the attendance itself, not because I need to do that! Do you understand that?” The white mare sniffed, and kept her amplomb. “Throwing a tantrum won't solve anything, Twily,” she said. “You must attend it.” Twilight Sparkle sighed. Her mother was just openly ignoring what she was saying, and was basically doing a conversation with herself. Clearly, Twilight Velvet went apeshit, and thought that Twilight Sparkle was a three-years-old. Twilight decided that trying to reason with her mother was impossible and that asking questions about the decoration of the room wasn’t going to reveal anything. Trying to play along her rules wasn't going to hurt at all, since nothing could go wrong, nor the things could get any more awkward. Naturally, the things COULD get even more embarrassing however. The white mare, noticing that her daughter calmed down, smiled and walked towards the wardrobe. She opened one of the shutters with her magic and pulled out a pink box. As the mare moved towards her daughter with the pack, she said, “Now, Twily, it's time to get the... 'protection' on. You can't keep it all yet.” Twilight Sparkle immediately understood what was going to happen soon, even without looking at the box - she was going to get diapered. Twilight Velvet put the box down, extracted a purple diaper with her magic, put it on the bed and unfolded it with her hooves. “Lay down, dear, and lift your rear legs.” By this point, the purple pony wished that she could kill her mother without losing the estate or going to prison. However, she still lifted her rear legs and didn't complain, thinking that by playing along with her mother the madness would stop soon. And so, the garment slide under her bottom and was taped on her waist.