Each night I’m trapped in the dark, immobilized. I hear whispers as they operate on me: they say I shouldn’t be alive. Twilight refuses to tell me about the operation. Sometimes she can’t look me in the eye. What did they do to me?
Twilight has theorized the possibility of creating pocket dimensions. Facing the ridicule of the theoretical magic community she has set forth to prove them wrong. She constructs a portal and enters it. Inside, she finds a field of empty white.
She looked just like Princess Celestia, except marred and broken. Her ceremonial barding had rusted slightly. Black streaks ran through her mane. Worst was the scar across her chest. The tarnished Celestia smiled at Luna. "H-hello, monster."
Every day, Princess Celestia wakes up in terrible pain, and every day, she chooses to endure it, until the one day she's left feeling blissfully normal. Few things have ever scared her so much.
After finding Discord hiding out in his closet, Twilight Sparkle soon learns the most horrible of truths about herself and the world surrounding her. And then she learns another truth. And another. And another.
Spike now harnesses the bloodstone scepter making him the ruler of all dragon kind. Of course he hands it off as part of an important lesson on friendship, right? Naw. He immediately goes mad with power.