//------------------------------// // a2 // Story: Black Heart // by Gloria Beezus Rose //------------------------------// She woke up in the morning to the smell of pancakes, muffins and another variety of pastries. She got up fro her bed and meandered her way into the bathroom to shower, and get ready, for the day. While she was in the bathroom Pinkie Pie was downstairs making breakfast for Twilight because Spike wasn't there, he was at apple jacks sorting apples fro the rest of the day. SHe quickly made her way into the kitchen where she found Pinkie 1just the way she should be making her breakfast. That's the thing her friend is best at doing! That is exact what ponies should be doing server her, after all she's royalty! "Hello, Twilight!" Pinkie said with her usual enthusiasm, "How's one of my favorite best friends!" she said practically jumping up and down. "Pinkie, everyone is your favorite best friend," she said a little snidely," Whats for breakfast?" she added while sitting down in the table, without food. "Well, we have muffins and fritters and um, pastries! I also made eggs and bacon!" she said evidently forgetting Twilight's rude remark to her, she has such a short memory span Twilight thought. They sat and ate breakfast for around twenty minutes until Twilight reminded that it was time for Pinkie to go to work. AS soon as Pinkie Pie left she made her way over to her private library and she took her book; she had her ink and quill and wrote. "Sombra, I have a rather silly Question to ask?" she wrote down giving Sombra time to reply but he took to long so she continued with her question, "Do you l-" Twilight heard a rushed knock at her door and came quickly to answer it. "Princess Twilight Celestia wants to talk to you evidently!" Her said rather panicked, "Follow me!" he said before trotting of, Twilight stayed as close as possible to the guard, when they stopped they were in the courtroom of the palace, and Celestia sat on the throne. "Celestia! what the emergency!" Twilight said frantically well more or less faking her franticness. "Gaurd you have your leave," Celestia commanded barely hiding the anger in her voice, sh got as soon as the guard left and said "After all we've done for you why would, you of all ponies betrayed us?" She said half rendered and half sad. "So you know," Twilight said her voice now cold and contemplating, she decided the best thing for her to do was run as far away as possible. as soon as Celestia when to open her mouth she ran as fast as she could she weaved through the hallways. There she saw the exit and she bust through it and there were ponies busy shopping and buying things but the all stopped when the notice her running as fast as she could being followed by Celestia. Then Twilight spread her wings and with two powerful flaps she was of sh flew as fast but Celestia catch up to her. Celestia shot Twilight with some magic; down she went spiraling and land she landed straight on a fruit seller cart inside the ponyVille market. She was out cold, lying on the rubble. "Were am I?" Twilight said while waking up in a strange foreign place. She got up and looked around in a dazed confusion of where she was. She slow looked around to see if there was any light though wasn't any light she could see her hooves perfectly clear. What is this place, she thought with total curiosity. "Your unconscious lying in marketplace," a voice said with a sickly echo would have scared any normal pony, as soon as these words were said they an increase in the melancholy atmosphere increases as Twilight found herself right in front of the King of Monsters, Sombra. Why are you here?" Twilight asked, kinda disappointed, she plastered an annoyed expression on her face to show more disapprovement. "Well, I saw your right got cut off and well it worried me so yeah," he said getting nervous and sweaty while blushing heavily. "whatever I don't care just save me," Twilight said she hade no liking for Sombra all she liked about him was how servile he was to her, just when she finished her sentce Sobra apeared in front of her seamingly lifless body.