Twilight had agreed with the girls to meet at Sugarcube Corner tommorrow at 2:00. The rest had been excited for Twilight, but as for her? Not so much.
She had hardly gotten sleep that night, for the horrible depression had washed her out and seemed to be slowly drowning her. She wanted Spike, and so badly, to comfort her, to tell her it would be all right. But he was helping to barricade her already safe house. She wished that it could be simple, like when she was a unicorn. But it wasn't at all.
Twilight slipped out of bed, guided by the assurance of her glowing horn. She walked very silently through the halls, staring at the tainted glass paintings that told stories passed for generations. She light hoofedly had walked to the kitchen.
She went into the pantry and took out a small cinnamon roll along with a coffee. She hurredly carried both over to the satin encovered tableset and sat down. Maybe a small morsel would get her mind off of things.
"You're up early."
Twilight dropped the coffee, and the mug shattered to smithereens. Cursing bitterly, she used her magic to pick up the small pieces and put them in the trash. "Who is it?" she asked, hastily cleaning up the coffee mess. She was obviously upset with the stranger, whoever they were.
A dark figure stood up. "It's Luna."
Twilight turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry, princess-"
Luna shook her head. "No," she said. "It's my own fault."
Twilight was very puzzled. "Why are you up?" she sat down by the table reluctantly, as though she expected an answer that would be a new mission, a reason to save ponyki-
"Hello? Princess of the Night?" Luna used hoof gestured toward the window that was draped by the night sky.
"Oh." Twilight blushed. Maybe not everything meant saving the earth from monsters. But she knew she was glad, as she already had many weights on her shoulders.
Luna stirred her own cup if coffee and set it back down. She put her hooves up and rested her flat chin on her hooves, like a young filly at a sleep over about to gossip. But her expression was serious. "Sparkle, I want to warn you- your friends will not understand as much as you think."
Twilight bit her lip. "But Luna, they're my friends! Of course they'll understand me, especially Fluttershy or Pinkie Pie. They'll understand me!"
The blue mare sighed. "Twilight Sparkle, maybe the kind Fluttershy and understanding Pinkie Pie will, but think. Rainbow Dash, she's rumbunctious, not so understanding, a sore loser. How would she react, Sparkle?"
The new alicorn sighed and looked away.
Luna stirred her coffee again. "I thought so."
Twilight put her head in her hooves. "I...I don't know what I'll do."
She placed her coffee down and stared intently at Twilight. "Explain it. If they do not understand, try to defend yourself. If it doesn't work, just give up." she looked back down at her coffee. "Simple."
Twilight had become enraged. "No, not simple! You don't know what it's like to have friends!" Too late.
Luna's expression turned from serious to emotional. She whispered hoarse with anger, "Go back to the guest room. Now."
"But I'm so-"
"GET OUT!"
Twilight looked at her, about to cry herself. She walked out of the room, her wings low. If she had already sis this to an ever patient and respectable princess, what would she do to her friends?