Hello. I'd like to tell you a story, a story about my life. My full name is Princess Sugar Twinkles, but you can just call me Twinkie. All of my friends do. I'd say I have a very good memory. You'll be the judge of that, I guess. Most things I remember are about when I was young, a mere foal. I am here to talk to you about it. Sit back and relax, because my life is rather long. I am 197 years old now, but still fairly young for a pony like me.
I guess I should start from the beginning. My mother gave birth to two fillies on a cool spring morning. My twin sister was born first, and I came along soon after. The doctors were surprised at how small I was. To put it simply, I was a runt. Runts are rare, and usually don't live longer than a few minutes, a few hours, a few days. I am lucky to be alive. My sister was born with no flaws. From her bright pink coat to her delicate wings, she was perfect in every way. Two foals, a pegasus and a unicorn.
I can barely remember our parents, all I know is that they hated me. See, they didn't want us, especially me. Those two were criminals, thieves. They just became a team for a better chance of success. To put it bluntly, my mother went into heat, things got complicated, and here I am now. They were ok with my sister eventually, since she showed promise in becoming a proper thief. I was starved and abused because I wasn't perfect. Strangely, it wasn't half as bad as one would think. I quickly learned a pattern, and that pattern almost made me feel safe. Almost.
Awake with a sharp kick in the rib. Always the worst one, but I couldn't see it coming. Suckle for only a few seconds. Cry for more. Get slapped in the face and almost thrown on the ground. Fall asleep there, on the cold floor. Smile a little, just a little, when my sister came to nuzzle me. Wake up, be smacked and kicked after my sister was pushed out of the way. My sister.
My sister was treated better, and I am happy for that. Nopony should have to go through what I have. One day there was a change. Up until then I didn't like changes. I heard a booming at the door, though I didn't bother to open my eyes. That only caused me pain. My parents sounded frantic. Then a crash. I heard loud voices and whimpered. Noise always meant anger. Anger always meant pain.
Some time after, a soothing melodic voice spoke to me. I had never heard it before, a voice like that. What could it mean? I found out soon. Change was coming.
Celestia knew how evil our parents had become, but she took a liking to the two of us. She could see the innocence in our hearts and took us in. I don't think things went too well for my parents, but they were probably glad to get rid of us.
Celestia realized that I was slowly dying. She fed both of us foal formula and checked us for wounds, but it just wasn't enough. Only magic could save me. She knew that I was worthy of what she was about to do. I clung to my sister during the spell, crying the whole time. This caused both of us to be affected. The spell turned us both into alicorns. The powerful magic inside of my body would heal me, inside and out.
There is a cost to become an alicorn, one I couldn't understand yet. I would have to give up mortality. It was either I died right then and there, or I never died at all. I did not have a choice in the matter, but I knew the princess did what was best for me. I think it was best for my sister, as well.
Perhaps it was her plan to change my sister. I don't know. I should really ask more questions. Celestia, she welcomed us, two random foals, into her family. We were happy. Both of us. I was no longer scared, or hungry, or hurt.
Still, even though I was stronger, and now able to eat solid food, I barely moved. My sister was up and about, testing out her wings. I simply sat on the floor. The princess had a carpet put there, in my spot. I liked it. It was fuzzy and warm, heated by the sun. I'd stare at the window, admiring the light of day.
Celestia stared at that window too, but only during the night after lowering the sun and raising the moon. Sometimes tears would slip out of her eyes as she took in the beauty of the sky, the stars, the moon. Some time after the carpet was delivered, Celestia decided on names for us. She noticed how my sister flew around, eager to feel the rush of air through her fur. Sometimes she's fly up to the window and place a small hoof on it, just dying to go outside. For her love of the sky, she was named Skyla.
Celestia named me after my magic. I couldn't do much back then, but I remember loving the taste of anything sweet. Whenever I did, I started giggling. Celestia's royal baker created a special cake with filling inside. He called it a "twinkie." I loved those things. The first time I bit into one, I laughed uncontrollably and little sparks erupted from my horn. I started doing that no matter what I ate. So, she named me Sugar Twinkles. Twinkie was my little pet name given to me by my new mother. My mother, the princess of Equestria.
Princess Skyla and Princess Sugar Twinkles. The perfect pair.