A long scream came from Princess Twilight's large room. Two of the castle guards that were standing outside of her room burst into her room only to find it empty of any predators. The only one in the dark room was Twilight, sitting up in bed, gripping onto her protective blankets between her hooves and sobbing into them, soaking the edge of them with her tears. The guards calmly exited through the large doors as Celestia entered with drowsy eyes to come and comfort the princess. Celestia nudges Twilight's face with her muzzle with a frown, Twilight looks up from the covers and immediately wraps her hooves around Celestia's neck crying harder than she was before.
"It- it can't be-. Why?" Twilight sniffs, remembering her horrific dream, her past long ago, and all that she has went through in the last week. Celestia wraps a hoof around Twilight and whispers.
"Shh, I know, I know." She closes her eyes as she moves her hoof up and down Twilight's neck, trying to calm and soothe her pain.
Twilight squeezes the white mare tighter. "I- I." She chokes, not knowing what to say. She wails louder, letting out more of her emotions. Celestia is speechless, knowing how the still young princess feels. She knows she will try everything to distract her. Eventually, Twilight's cries become faint and soon mute. Celestia gently and quietly tucks Twilight back into bed and heads off to her room to get the rest of her sleep before she will raise the sun.
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Twilight slowly wakes up with the sun shining between the long, open curtains into her eyes. She slammed the curtains shut with a flash of her magic, blocking out most of the light. She rubs her eyes and rolls onto her left side so she isn't facing the dimly lit curtains, and lets her morning eyes focus on her surroundings. She didn't like what she saw, or what she was. She still didn't enjoy the normal royal items that were around her room, Twilight longed for her old home back, back in ponyville. She sighed. Her horn began to glow a dim light, and a book fell off of the book shelf she was looking at. Her magic glowed a little brighter as the book floated a few inches off of the ground, occasionally bouncing off of the floor. She brought the book up off of the tiled floor and floated it in front of her face. She opened it and began to scan through its table of contents. She groaned and shoved it behind her on her large bed. Twilight received another book, and another. The more she brought books to herself, the more often they began to drag to her. She knew how much she loved books, but she grew more and more upset, and felt no emotion as the delicate books dragged across her tile floor. She scanned these books, only once before shoving it into the pile, shoving turned into tossing, and soon throwing across the room out of frustration. Nothing still, it has been three days or research, and still nothing. Twilight longed for this spell, it would mean mortality, and happiness for Twilight. There were three knocks at her bedroom door.
"Come in." Twilight mumbled before slamming her 20th book shut and throwing it at least 10 feet across the room. She didn't even bother to look up to see who it was.
"Good morning Princess! Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs." It was a castle chef from the kitchen, she could tell by her overly perky voice. Every morning, day after day, so happy. Well, Twilight thought she shouldn't be so happy, especially now. Twilight didn't want her, she didn't need her. She started to approach the princess, after stumbling on some books she exclaimed, "Oh my! It's so dark in here, you need some light. Here." The chef used her blue magic to swing open all of the long curtains covering the windows at once, causing the room to be filled with blinding light, Twilight flinched and pulled her covers over her head. Twilight immediately forced the curtains back shut with her magic. She didn't want the light, all she wanted was darkness. The chef sighed and left the room, tripping over the same one she had when she entered. Twilight sat up and saw a dress on a mannequin on the right side of her bedroom door. It was one Rarity had made her three weeks ago for the Grand Galloping Gala. Twilight let out a tear and wore a frown for maybe the millionth time this week. She rolled out of bed, remembering her generous friend, Rarity.
After at least 15 minutes of staring, Twilight rolled our of bed, and dragged her hooves as she made her way to the door. Her mane and tail a mess, her wings, drooped down, instead of being neatly folded upon her back. She kicked open the door, and it slowly opened. Twilight stumbled down the stairs slowly but surely. She found the dimly lit dining hall, and sat on the farthest end, away from the other two Rulers. Twilight climbed onto her seat and put her elbow on the table rested her head on it. A yellow aura held her food as it was placed in front of her. Twilight only played with it with her magenta aura. Celestia sighed, she had noticed that Twilight was not wearing her crown yet again. This had became a habit, one Celestia didn't like. Twilight dug around in her food by using her magic to control her silver fork for a good silent five minutes and then began to cry again.
"I'm sorry" she whined "I'm so so sor- sorry!" she screamed and folded her forelegs over another onto the table and she shoved her head into them. She could barely hear Luna over her lament.
"When will she stop sister?" Luna sighed as she complained to her big sister.
"I don't know. It's her first time. Give her time." Celestia got up from the table and went to her office as usual. Luna sat there just listening to Twilight's pain.
"Twi, I know how you feel." Luna exclaimed as she got up and began walking away from the table where the lonely young princess sat. She turned her head when she heard Twilight speaking.
"No," she choked, "You don't!" Twilight screamed louder and looked at Luna.Tears had caused her light purple coat to have dark purple streaks coming down from her eyes. "You- you don't know anything! I never wanted this! An- any of this!" Twilight used her magic to chuck two empty plates at Luna. They missed by only a few inches, causing the plates to shatter into a million pieces, only out of frustration, not to harm her. Luna flew over the shattered china and into her bedroom to the far right of Twilight, leaving her alone.
"I'm so, so, so, sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happ-happen." Twilight sobbed into her forelegs.
When she had somewhat calmed down, she looked up, sniffing the last few sobs in. Twilight''s mind was being over powered by thoughts, horrific voices, and terrifying screams. All Twilights' mind could do was only to scream back.
The chaos in her head stopped.
Twilight slowly raised her head from her arms, and looked at the items set in front of her. An item in particular glistened more than the others, it was screaming out to her.
Twilight replied.
This object became enfolded in magenta and was slowly raised up to Twilight's chest and then placed under her wing, folding them in for the first time today. Twilight quickly bolted up the stairs, returning to her room.
Twilight looked out from her high up prison down at the garden below, and the small field of queen anne's lace flowers directly below her tower. She began to leave her chamber, Twilight stopped on her way out and took one last look into her mirror, reflecting upon herself noticing her mane in tangles, her coat was wet with tears, and her wings were ruffled along her back. With one short glow from her horn, the mirror cracked. Twilight carefully slipped out of her room, and down the steps quietly. When she reached to bottom of the staircase she noticed the mess she had made earlier was gone, and sighed. Only releasing silent tears, Twilight managed to sneak down through the long corridors, avoiding castle guards. She fled the castle out the back door. She carried herself with her head low to the smooth stone pathway, down the isles which were surrounded by the colorful flowers. Twilight let out a few small tears as she gathered certain flowers along her way to the back of the garden.
After reaching her destination, Twilight stopped and looked at the flowers she had collected along the way and began to cry again in front of the five tall stones. Twilight sighs, "I'm sorry."