• Published 8th Jun 2014
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Tyrant - PaulAsaran



Canterlot has fallen at last, and six heroes go to face the tyrant of Equestria: Princess Twilight Sparkle. What they find, however, is not at all what they expected. — A reaction to Tyrant Sparkle fics.

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Tyrant

There was a knock on the throne room doors. Twilight turned from the her vigil at the window.

“Enter.”

The doors opened just enough to permit a lone unicorn guard. His face was covered in blood and he favored one of his hind legs. He carried something in a lone hoof.

“I… I was told to deliver this, your majesty.”

Twilight’s chest constricted, for she knew that this could only mean one thing. She stepped forward with a heavy heart and, using her magic, lifted the object from the guard’s hoof.

It was an orange feather.

She fell to her haunches, a small cry escaping her throat. Tears swelled in her eyes as she took the feather and held it close to her chest.

“That foal… I told him not to go out there…”

The guard removed his helmet and bowed his head. “I am sorry, princess. We tried to protect him…”

Twilight made no attempt to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She looked up at the guard and recognized his terrible condition. “You should go. All the Guard should go. I don’t want anypony else to die for me.”

He looked up at her, lips set in a grim frown. “We cannot do that. We must protect the princess.”

Her broken heart pounding, Twilight raised the feather with her magic and stood tall over the guard. “This is an order from your princess: withdraw.”

The guard stared up at her for some time, his expression unreadable. At last he stood and replaced his helmet. “Forgive me your majesty, but I must refuse. We will remain outside. Please, reconsider your position.”

They really weren’t going to budge, were they? Twilight turned away and held a leg over her eyes, struggling to hold back a sob. “N-no. I will not run from this, nor will I fight my own citizens.”

A deep silence filled the air, punctuated by the distant sounds of clashing weapons and magic. Twilight devoted the time fighting to control herself… but she wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

After ten years, it was getting hard to hold in the pain.

“Princess.” The guard’s hoofsteps resounded in the quiet. “We will guard over the throne room. I apologize that we won’t be able to hold them back… but we will hold out as long as we can.”

The doors closed. Twilight was alone, alone in that massive throne room that she never liked to be in. She never wanted to sit in that seat. As far as she was concerned, only one pony was supposed to sit there…

…but that pony was gone, probably forever.

Twilight let the feather hover between her eyes, her heart bleeding as she recalled so many happy memories. When all hell broke loose, he was the one who kept her on her hooves. Now he too was gone. So many friends, so many loved ones, and now even her dear husband.

With a shaky sigh, Twilight turned and approached one of the massive stained glass windows. Before it stood five short plinths, each with a bright red pillow on top. Each pillow held a key, keys that never got to see their proper use. She eyed each one, hovering the feather over their respective pillows as she considered them.

It was so difficult. Every time she examined those keys she found herself on the verge of tears, and her face was already moist…

Her legs shook, her vision blurred. At last Twilight set the feather down upon the key shaped like a lightning bolt. Loyalty… that suited him well, didn’t it?

She gazed up at the window, choking down a sob and rubbing the moisture from her eyes. They decorated the stained glass in a beautiful display, set in the angelic poses of what she hoped was eternal peace.

“I’m... I’m sorry.” She struggled to get the words out, words she’d repeated every day since that terrible battle, but which today felt so terribly true. “I c-couldn’t do it. I couldn’t maintain harmony without you. I wish I could take it b-back…”

Twilight didn’t want to watch the smoke rising over the city, to witnesses the last of her loyalists being cut down by the overwhelming numbers. There was no point. So she walked between the pillars to the single large pillow set in the center of the semi-circle and curled up on top. She rested her head sideways so she could keep her eyes on the window – on her friends – and tried to drown herself in precious memories.

She wanted the warmth of a helping claw.

The energy of an unpredictable spell.

To smell an apple pie.

To hear sweet laughter.

To see the glimmer of rare gems.

To taste the driving wind.

To feel a kind hoof.

Yet she would never get any of those things. Never again.

She closed her eyes and sobbed. There was nothing else to do.


Twilight was roused from her guilt and loss by the sound of fighting. She made no attempt to cover her ears against the noise.

This was something Twilight needed to hear.

She turned about on her pillow, away from the great window, and lay in wait. Her eyes locked on the doors and her ears perked as she cast the hearing spell. Every shout, each metallic clash, the crackle of magic, she wanted to be aware of it all. Twilight’s heart throbbed with each pained cry.

She heard the Captain of the Guard attempt to rally his men, and Twilight’s breath cut off at the same time as his shocked gasp.

Why didn’t they leave?

Why did they have to be so loyal?

There was only one left. She could hear him standing his ground just outside, shouting his patriotic fervor.

Twilight bowed her head at the sound of the bang, the doors shaking from the impact. She could hear his body sliding to the floor, his whispered apology.

“I’m sorry too.” Her shoulders shook. “I’m so sorry…”

She let the magic fade and closed her eyes. No attempt was made to create a barrier against the attackers, no spell of invisibility or prepared blast of righteous fury.

She would face this obscenity.

Seconds lingered. Were they preparing themselves? Did they think that now, after ten years of pacifism, she would at last try to defend herself?

Was there no logic at all in their actions?

At last the doors opened. The attackers entered the room in silence, their hoofsteps slow and cautious. She kept her eye closed and waited.

“There.”

“We finally got to you, you witch.”

The hoofsteps stopped. No attack came.

“Open your eyes! I want you to see the face of the ponies that finally beat you.”

Twilight remained silent and calm.

“Good Goddess, look at her.”

“I know! Basking in the ‘glory’ of her twisted deeds…”

A fire burned in her mind for the first time in months. Twilight sucked down a slow, shuddering breath and opened her eyes. There were six of them, and her eyes roamed their hardened and battle-ready forms. Twilight’s anger boiled, but there was also pity for these poor foals.

Her words came out as a harsh whisper:

“You have no idea how much it pains me to lie here every night.”

The tall, orange pegasus stepped forward, her eyes fierce as she aimed her spear. “Don’t give us that crap! Everypony knows you’re proud of what you did.”

The white unicorn shared a similar menace. “Ten years of fighting. If you really cared you’d have never taken the throne!”

Twilight raised her head with a haughty frown. “I took nothing.”

The pale brown pegasus flapped her wings in agitation. “Why are we talking to her?”

“I agree.” The silver Earth pony let out a low snarl. “Kill her, before she turns us into a crater!”

“Go at her head-on?” The tall, pink unicorn shook her head. “That’s probably what she wants.”

Twilight bared her teeth. “I will not fight Equestrians!”

The only one that had not spoken, a massive red stallion, stepped forward. The scar running along his throat clarified his silence, but the ferocity in his eyes spoke volumes.

That was when Twilight noticed. She eyed all of them, her heart growing heavy.

There was six of them.

“…where is Apple Bloom?”

The six rebels shared angry frowns… save the stallion, whose glare only intensified.

It was the orange pegasus who finally answered:

“She took your bastard husband with her.”

It was like a knife twisting in her heart. Twilight let out a small cry and covered her face with a leg. “Oh Goddess… Big McIntosh… I’m sorry…”

The silver pony let out a vicious snarl. “Don’t you dare speak to him! Don’t pretend like you actually care!”

Big Mac moved in, baring his teeth and growling.

But that fire had returned, this time in full force.

“Be silent!”

A beam struck the ground, creating an eruption of violet light. The six ponies stumbled back and a pale circle surrounded their hooves. They all began shouting and cursing as they tried to fight their way out of the six matching prisons. Twilight watched them claw at the walls, seeing their fury and frustration, and that fire within only grew stronger.

“I said be silent!”

“Buck you!” The others cheered the line.

Twilight stood, her horn sparking with all the god-like power that had been instilled within her a decade ago. “You foals. Whatever happened to Harmony in Equestria?”

You did!” The pink unicorn tried to fire a beam against her prison; it fizzled pointlessly. “You refused Tirek’s deal! You let your friends die! You became the monster!” The others cried their agreement.

Twilight’s blood boiled, but she remained calm. She leveled the unicorn with a firm frown.

“And what else would you have had me do? Surrender the only thing that gave Equestria a chance? Submit myself and everypony in the land to his tyranny?”

“You should have thought of an alternative!” The orange pegasus’ spear shattered as she smashed it against her prison. “My sister is dead, you sacrificed her just so you could be a god! We traded one tyrant for another!”

The words came out as a scream: “I am not a tyrant!”

They all went silent, watching as Twilight seethed. Her shoulders shook, her heart hammered in her chest. She glared at each of them in turn, teeth bared and sparks flying from her horn.

The light brown pegasus sneered. “You’re sure acting like one.”

Twilight let out a frustrated shout. “Where did you get these insane ideas? Who put them into your heads? I have not once harmed a single pony with my powers, I have raised the sun and the moon for a decade!”

“And where are the other princesses?” The white unicorn pressed against her prison wall. “Why didn’t you give them back their powers after killing Tirek? What did you do to them?”

Twilight threw up her hooves. “I don’t know where they are!”

Silence once again encompassed the room as she fell to her knees, her anger traded for a sudden and overwhelming sorrow. “I don’t know where they are. I want them back. I want them back so much. I never wanted to rule Equestria…”

The silver pony sat, her words bitter. “Enough of this charade. You have us where you want us. Just kill us.”

“Is that what you think I’m going to do?” Twilight looked at each of them in turn. She saw their confidence and felt her anger come boiling back, but this time it was subdued.

“You’re a disgrace.” She stood tall and glared. “All of you, one big disgrace.”

She turned to the orange pegasus. “Scootaloo. I remember when you were so small, and Rainbow decided to take you under her wing.”

The young pegasus opened her mouth to speak, but it closed with a click of teeth at a wave of Twilight’s wing. Scootaloo glared daggers as she struggled against the spell.

“You will listen.” She cast a glance at the others, ceasing their attempts to interrupt with the same spell. “You will all listen. You haven’t deposed me yet, and while I am still Princess of Equestria I will have my say.”

She turned back to Scootaloo, who peered at her with lips curled up in a sneer. “You claim to represent loyalty. Is this your definition of loyalty? You betrayed Equestria just to seek your petty revenge. If Rainbow Dash were here she would be disappointed, not because you couldn’t kill me, but because you tried to. Rainbow was my friend, and she above all others would be willing to accept the sacrifice I made.”

Scootaloo stared at her, a spark of uncertainty in her eyes. She looked away with a huff and glared at the floor.

Twilight turned to the white unicorn.

“And you, Sweetie. Generosity? What have you done in the past ten years that qualifies for such a distinction? What have you given your fellow ponies, other than fury and bitterness and blood? Your sister was a pony of beauty and elegance, who loved to bring out the best in others. You shame her with your actions. Rarity was my friend, and she gave her life so that you might live yours.”

Anger filled Sweetie Belle's eyes, but there were also tears. She turned her back on Twilight, but there was a noticeable sag in her shoulders.

Twilight locked eyes with the brown pegasus.

“Zipporwhill. Where is the kindness you claim to represent? You think you qualify to take Fluttershy’s place just because of your affinity for animals? When she sang at your cute-ceañera, she did it despite her fears because that was the kind of pony she was. Where in your actions is the lifetime of devotion she so happily displayed? If she saw you now she would fear you. Fluttershy was my friend, and she would sob if she saw what you’ve done to the lands she loved.”

Zipporwhill took a tentative step back, her lips parted in a startled and hurt expression.

Twilight’s anger was turned upon the silver pony.

“And you, Silver Spoon. Laughter. Seriously, you’re supposed to be laughter? Why, because all the other Elements had been picked? At least Cheese Sandwich understood the concept; when they told me he died laughing and protecting foals at the Battle of Trottingham, I believed it. You presume to just step in and blaspheme their names? Your job should be to spread joy, not death. Pinkie Pie was my friend, and out of all my friends I think she would be the most insulted by your foalish behavior.

“And Pinkie defined foalish behavior.”

Silver Spoon’s eyes were locked with Twilight’s, her teeth bared in a menacing display.

Twilight, filled with disgust, moved away from the pony. She brought her attention to the pale-pink unicorn.

“Fleur de Lis. You took on my mantle, didn’t you? Magic. You sought to be the leader, to guide your ponies against me in a righteous crusade. You insult me. I never condoned war, I only sought peace and harmony, yet here you are destroying everything your claimed Element stands for. The Element of Magic is centered about friendship. Does that concept stir any emotion in that hate-filled mind of yours?

I bore the Element of Magic, and I hold the life, health and prosperity of every pony in this kingdom as precious. Yes, even yours.”

Fleur leaned back, her eyes shifting in contemplation.

At last, Twilight turned to Big McIntosh. She’d skipped him.

For a reason.

“No pony is more disappointing, more blasphemous, than you. Big Mac, Applejack was the proudest, most strong-willed and most dependable pony in all of Equestria. She bore the Element of Honesty with integrity and confidence. You watched her grow from a foal to a mare. You should know better than I do that if she saw you now she would be disgusted. You not only betrayed the good ways of the Apple Family, but you dragged your kid sister into it.”

Twilight bowed her head and sat, staring at her trembling hooves. “Apple Bloom is dead now. She’s dead. She looked up to her sister, and now she’s probably getting the lecture of a lifetime. She could have done so much! She was such a good kid…”

She wiped her eyes free of tears. When she looked up she saw the pain and loss in Big Mac’s eyes, a pain that warmed her heart.

“I accept her death as my responsibility,” Twilight whispered. “Just as I accepted those of my dear friends, for whom I still weep every night, just as I accept responsibility for the death of every pony who defended or fought against my rule.”

Twilight stood and walked to Big Mac. She pressed her hoof against the prison wall. With her magic, she brushed his tears away.

“I am sorry. You can’t comprehend how sorry I am. I wasn’t willing to use my powers to hurt Equestrian citizens, nor would I let my husband enact the brutal methods he thought would be necessary to put down the rebellion. I would not raise my hoof against my own subjects, and as a result you lost both your sisters. I couldn’t fight you, Big McIntosh, because that would mean turning my back on Applejack’s sacrifice.

“Applejack was my friend, and I will not disgrace her memory.”

Big Mac stared at her for several long seconds, stared as if he’d never seen her before. At last, he choked down a sob and turned away.

Twilight walked back to the great stained-glass window, gazing up at the images of her dearly departed friends. Their pristine faces brought tears to her eyes and sorrow to her heart.

Yet there was also pride.

“I am not a tyrant. I refuse to defend myself against your anger, righteous or not. Hurting a single pony with the vast powers I have been given would dishonor the sacrifice my friends made. They died so that Equestria could be free, could live in a state of harmony.”

She rubbed her cheeks. Her breath came in weak shudders. “I will not harm or wish harm upon a single pony. If you want to blaspheme their names and turn your backs on everything they stood for, that is your prerogative.”

Twilight turned back to her accusers, her gaze falling upon each one. They all watched and listened, their faces filled with so many contradicting emotions: anger, uncertainty, loss, determination, pain and pride.

“I don’t know where you got this idea that I was glad to sacrifice the ponies who made me what I am. There is no logical explanation for how you all came to the conclusion that I am evil, dictatorial or corrupt. I am sorry about what happened ten years ago. Maybe if I’d used the powers Celestia, Luna and Cadance gave me to put down the rebellion then we’d all be a lot happier.”

She stepped back to stand atop her pillow. “But I am not a tyrant. I have remained honest to myself, have been loyal to the cause my friends stood for, generous to those who would let me, kind to those who would oppose me, have worked hard to spread joy in an increasingly despondent world.”

She turned away and lay down, her eyes once more turned upon the images of her friends.

“I am Princess Twilight Sparkle, and I have lived every day since their deaths devoted to spreading the magic of friendship. In this I have failed. So if you really want to punish me—” she released the magic and freed her captives “—punish me for my failure as the Princess of Friendship.”

A long silence filled the throne room. Twilight could hear them shuffling, recognized their newfound uncertainty. She kept her gaze set upon her friends, a distinct calm coming over her. No more anguish, no more anger. There were only two ways this morning would end: she would at last be with her friends or she would continue her tiresome work.

Oh… it was morning.

“I’m sorry, I almost forgot.”

Twilight closed her eyes and focused, performing the spell she’d grown accustomed to from ten years of daily practice.

The room shined bright as the first light of morning passed through the stained-glass window. The brightness rose among the colors gradually, lighting up the serene faces of the martyrs in a brilliant aural procession:

Discord and Spike.

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy.

Rarity and Pinkie Pie.

Applejack.

They gazed in sightless peace upon their friend, their folded hooves almost beckoning. Twilight felt moisture on her cheeks, the same moisture that came to her with every morning and every evening. With pride in her heart, she opened her mouth to speak the line that had become a daily ritual:

“Good morning, my friends. Please continue to shine down on Equestria every day. Grant us your blessing and praise, and forgive those too hurt to see the hope you offer. Help them heal, so that they may all know your love.”

She bowed her head and closed her eyes.

There was nothing left to be said.

The quiet lingered.

Silver Spoon’s voice echoed through the air. “So what are we waiting for?”

“I…” Zipporwhill’s words came slowly. “I dunno about this, guys…”

“It’s a trick,” Fleur hissed. “It… it must be.”

Sweetie Belle’s voice was but a whisper. “She won’t defend herself. I… This isn’t how I thought it would go.”

“She could kill us in an instant,” Scootaloo reminded them. “We need to do it now.”

“Big McIntosh.” Fleur’s voice was firm. “You lost two sisters to this abomination. You deserve to do the deed.”

“Agreed.” Silver Spoon’s voice was encouraging. “Do it. End her reign!”

His heavy hoofsteps approached, slow and unsteady. Twilight made no motion, spoke no words.

“Guys…” Sweetie’s voice was almost pleading. “What if… what if we were wrong?”

Big McIntosh stopped right behind Twilight.

She merely waited.

Author's Note:

I have seen countless 'Tyrant Sparkle' stories in the year since I joined this fandom, and it always annoyed me. There are many concepts that require a suspension of belief, but this one in particular always seemed to go too far. Simply put, Twilight Sparkle would almost never be a villain, it's simply not in her character. Unless she were forced into it (say, tied down with the alicorn amulet forced upon her throat), I just can't see Twilight ever becoming the tyrant half this fandom seems to expect. I reject the concept, and this story outlines why.

Know this: Twilight is not just lecturing the rebels, and Big Mac's decision is also your decision. This story is symbolic in a number of ways.

Someone once asked if I hated Twilight, particularly after reading Twilight's Inferno. The fact is Twilight's my second-favorite of the Mane 6. She was rapidly ascending the ranks to the top of the list throughout Season 4, but then "Twilight's Kingdom" had me backpedaling (I got on my knees and begged Fluttershy's forgiveness for looking at another mare). Regardless, I have high respect for Twilight, and this story aims to highlight all her positive traits and why it is that Tyrant Twilight just doesn't make sense to me.

Bear in mind, I'm not saying that all Tyrant Twilight stories are bad. But the concept is overused, obvious (which in my mind is far worse), and wholly in defiance of everything that makes Twilight who she is.

So I decided to have my say. I now open the floor to flamers.


UPDATE: It seems many people have misinterpreted some things about this story and its purpose. Let me make one clarification and one self-correction.

Correction: I'm not saying that all 'Tyrant Twilight' stories are bad, and more specifically I am not saying that Tyrant Twilight = Evil Twilight. This story was geared more towards Evil Twilight, but since I never see the stories referred to that way I didn't bother to do so myself. So that's partially my fault for not being clear. I openly acknowledge that 'Tyrant Twilight' stories could hold some value provided they are handled properly.

And by "handled properly," I mean in a fresh and original fashion, not just "Twilight becomes dictator, we all hate her!" Give me a different take on the topic, please.

Clarification: This story was meant to be very symbolic. The lack of details regarding why the rebellion exists was very intentional. Without them the rebellion makes no sense, which is exactly how I view Evil Twilight stories, thus the rebels actions are reflective of those stories. Those regular readers of mine know that I strive to have solid, logical reasons behind everything that happens within my stories, but I actively chose to go the opposite direction with this one. It serves a purpose.


UPDATE 2: Wow. Just... wow. So many comments (which I value over upvotes any day), so many differing opinions! I love the debate this has sparked, and I admit I feel a bit swayed by some of the opinions I'm reading. Let me be a big boy and admit that maybe I was a little too... let's say 'narrow,' in my views. Regardless I love seeing that I got people talking about the subject via this story.

Normally I make it a point to respond to every comment I attain, but there are just so many and it's getting to the point where I'm repeating myself. Also, I have a full-time job and shouldn't even be reading these right now, and certainly won't have time to get to everyone (I'm very sorry to say). I just want everyone to know that I appreciate the opinions and varying viewpoints – both in favor and against this story's purpose – and am grateful for the attention.

Comments ( 655 )

ARGHABBLARAGH! THAT CLIFFHANGER! YOU EVIL LITTLE - :twilightangry2:

I love the alternative take on what happened. Instead of making the deal, continuing to blast Tirek and eventually coming out on top. Though why doesn't she consider looking into Tartarus? Or did Tirek put them elsewhere? Hmm.

But still, you ended it just like that! I don't want to imagine how it ends, I want to read how it ends! You do it better than I can!:flutterrage:

Well that was something new... and interesting.

I assume that the open ending is so that the readers can decide what they think will happen in the end. Personally? I have a feeling that Big Mac might embrace her, possibly even bring to her attention the existence of Tartarus (don't ask me how since he's mute).

I both liked and disliked the speech Twilight gave the faux Bearers. Not because I thought it was cliché, simply because it was a bit repetitive with the whole "I will not disgrace her memory." That's what I disliked about it.. What I liked, however, was how she told them just what the Elements were about without actually lecturing them or belittling them, using only cold, hard facts.

I don't quite know how a civil war erupted from Twilight choosing to blast Tirek to kingdom come rather than give up her magic, but I think it was a nice setting to use and one that made quite a bit more sense than the various Sombra-fied Twilight fics.

All in all, good job.

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Actually, the whole 'where are the other princesses' thing is something I wanted to intentionally leave open... so yeah, who knows?

But ending it at the cliffhanger is symbolic. This story is meant to ask the reader: do you want this to continue? Or, to be more accurate:

Do you think Twilight is a tyrant?

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This story was 100% reactionary and certain things were made to intentionally not make sense. No exact cause behind the rebellion is given specifically because it's meant to reflect all the Tyrant Twilight stories that exist: they don't make sense. (At least, not to me.)

But yeah, I'll acknowledge that Twilight got a little repetitive on the 'will not disgrace their memory' thing, but I think after 10 years of watching these so-called 'freedom fighters' blaspheming her friends' good names it would be a rather hot focus for her.

I like it.

4516425 Yes I want this to continue, no I don't think Twilight is a tyrant, just someone stuck in a lose-lose position.

Welp, this was neat.

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Let me re-iterate what I mean by "Do you want this to continue?":

Do you want these Tyrant Twilight stories to keep showing up over and over and over again on FIMFiction? How much more pain do you want her to go through?

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Ah, but is it a good neat or a bad neat? :trixieshiftright:

4516485 a horrible neat, I will never read anything from you again.

No, but srsly, this is well-written stuff. I haven't read many stories that focus on Twilight being a tyrant, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

I'm favoriting this. I'm favoriting this because my mind just freaking blew up.

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Well then I thank you! :twilightsmile:

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I apologize for the brain matter on your screen.

My two questions are:

(1) Who did Twilight marry, who was then slain by Scootaloo? The only clues you give is that he was a male orange pegasus.

(2) Why is Scootaloo repeatedly described as "red," when she's orange?

Your story was awesome. I especially liked your list of replacement Elements, and the fact that you mixed generations with them.

4516571 Eh, it's okay, I've been keeping a vast amount of cleaning supplies for brain-stan removal in my house ever since I first started reading Half-Life G-man theories.

Oh, nononononono sir. You can't give us a cliffhenger great like the Pacific Ocean!!! :flutterrage:

P.s. beautiful story :pinkiehappy:

4516583
I'm fairly certain it's supposed to be Flash Sentry.

As for the story itself, I liked how you deconstructed a lot of the typical Tyrant tropes. It made for a good read and I like the amount of detail you put in; just enough for me to picture the important bits and leave the rest to my imagination. Overall a good read. Thanks!

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a male orange pegasus.

Totes not Flash Sentry.

No, really, because Flash Sentry is a waifu-stealer who deserves to d--

Oh... wait...

Shit. :trixieshiftleft:

4516583
1) Correction, he was killed while killing Apple Bloom. And I left a clue in the color: it was Flash Sentry.

2) Did I describe Scoots as red? Oops. I'll have to find where I did that, 'cause I thought I described her as orange.

4516605
I know, I finally got there! Never thought this would be the story to pull it off.

4516614
Why thank you!

And the cliffhanger is meant to ask the reader a question: do you want to continue to see Twilight subjected to this pain via more Tyrant Twilight stories?

4516615
I appreciate the praise!

4516583
Male orange pegasus with a possible love interest for Twilight?
Warning: fanrage incoming.
Flash Sentry

4516642
I know that feeling :twilightsmile: It's nice to see a story you write suddenly appear in the feature box, or get so popular that it tops everything else you've written... It's a nice experience, to say the least :pinkiesmile:

As much as I think the ambiguity of the ending helps this story, the reader in me is begging to know what happens to this Equestria...to Twilight. Hell I wanna know if Big Mac grows his balls back, or Scoots, or Sweeite...

4516642

It looks like now you're finally getting the attention you deserve.:pinkiehappy:

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I appreciate the praise, and the critique on the story's purpose. I won't bother debating it, because honestly it all makes perfect sense, but I will note that another reason I don't like Twyrant stories is because it's just such an obvious concept, especially after "Twilight's Kingdom."

4516637
I find myself wondering how many people are thrilled I added that tidbit...

4516654
I think some of my other stories are better, but I also think this is a general topic that isn't touched upon often – if it's ever been touched upon, that is – which is a big reason for why I suddenly decided to write it.

But it's nice to know that after a year of development I finally managed it. :rainbowdetermined2:

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I get that lots of people will be wondering about that, which is all part of the point. But defining the end would have spoiled the entire point of the story, and I'm not sure if I'll ever make a sequel just on that basis.

Now a prequel, on the other hoof...

4516662

And it feels good.

And thanks again for the support a few days ago. It actually meant a lot to me.

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Also you're featured and you got 6699 double inverted dubs.

4516662
And I just noticed your blog. HOLY SHIT and THANK YOU are both in order.

I usually use the "Favorite" button as a means of keeping track of ongoing stories. Because of this, I often remove stories from my favorites list once they are complete.

This story deserves the opposite. It was complete when I read it, but it deserves to remain on my favorites list despite that.

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I know, something that isn't about clop or HiE or LOHAV got in there! Keeps getting better and better, I swear.

4516716
I appreciate the compliment!

...

My fingers are gonna get tired if I keep replying to every comment like this. :derpytongue2:

4516652

Oh yeah! I forgot that his coloration could be described as "orange." (It's yellowish-orange or orangish-yellow if you ask me, but sure!)

I like how you don't tell us what happened next. Well done there. Oh and the rest of it was good to.

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Many many thanks!

>story labeled 'complete'
>comments warn of cliffhanger

No thanks. I can appreciate an author's desire for open endings, but I despise them. I like to read stories, not read half a story and be forced to 'write' the ending myself if I want any sort of a conclusion. As to the sentiment in [4516482]: Twilight Sparkle is a fictional character. These stories aren't actually hurting her, not even her image in the fanbase considering there are far more stories in which Twilight is not a tyrant. If your reasoning for ending on a cliffhanger is to symbolically ask readers if they want a semi-popular story premise and/or setting to stop being written altogether to spare the imagined feelings of a fictional character, then that only serves to further kill my interest in reading this story.

I don't intend this to be a hurtful comment, and certainly not as an impotent threat to withhold my valuable addition to your view counter unless you continue writing. I wrote this comment with the intent of explaining why I am passing on this story instead of simply passing quietly, without the author ever knowing why anyone might decide such.

ymom2 #34 · Jun 8th, 2014 · · 1 ·

Tyrant Sparkle does not imply Evil Twilight. Everyone has a little bit of evil in them without realizing it. So if one person- or pony- has the power to enact everything they believe no matter how well intentioned there will be conflict because it is impossible for that person to have perfect ideas and judgement. If you wield power like a king or dictator you will always be a villain or tyrant to someone.

The essence of Tyrant Sparkle is what happens because Twilight has such power. I too do not enjoy some of the edgy one dimensional fics where Twilight goes insane without proper explanation or organic transition.

So, your story's existence begs the question: Would you like your story to join my competition? :pinkiehappy:

Edit: I was talking about what my intention was when I created my group Tyrant Sparkle.

I had to 'try' not to feel sad about reading this story :fluttercry: not that there's anything wrong with that, i just have this nasty instinctual habit of going 'hard wall' against showing emotion... I dislike that.

However, i can totally agree there with the idea here :D everybody loves the 'evil villain' concept but it's intensely rare to see the 'reluctant villain', nevermind the 'only a villain because someone thinks/says they are, but they really aren't' concept, and i don't think i've ever seen a proper 'understanding the villain who isn't really a villain' concept more than a couple of times in my whole life XD

That was beautiful. I think most "Tyrant Twilight" fics are written with tongue firmly in cheek, but I sympathize with your feelings about them. I felt much the same when Pinkie Pie was turned into a psycho-killer-cum-supernatural-abomination in almost every fic and work of art at one point. Thankfully, we seem to be getting away from that, and Pinkie's back and better than ever. And Twilight Sparkle is a sweetheart and definitely one of the most selfless and altruistic cartoon characters I've ever seen (and I've been watching cartoons for over fifty years), so I hope everyone knows that canon Twilight would never go down that road.

However, as much as you and I might disagree with these fics, their authors have the right to express their creativity in these ways. There's nothing wrong with defending Twilight/Pinkie/whomever, but...um...I wouldn't invoke what they "think" about it, because--most unfortunately--they do not really exist. And believe me, I really wish they did.

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To each his own. I merely have a vested interest in the life of the characters I write about: I make them important to me because it makes it easier to write about them. Others don't develop that kind of connection, and that's perfectly fine.

I do appreciate your input, though. I'm sorry the lack of a concrete ending stops you from giving it a go.

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Um... It's a nice story, but dark!Twi stories are fun. You can not like them of course, but I would be heartbroken if such awesome stories as Breaking Twilight, Twilight, Revised, Grimoire, and many others had never been made. Characters don't go through pain like people do. Whatever pain you perceive in them is your own. It's the job of those stories to detail how Twilight might fall from grace, might rise to power, might become a little more ruthless, a little more alien, a little more "alternatively moralistic." Part of what makes those stories okay is that the character is fundamentally different to begin with, but more key to the idea is that no one is uncorruptable. Given enough stimulus, anyone will fail to live up to the exacting standards of the Internet. To everyone reading this, all three of you, I recommend the original universe comic series Irredeemable, which depicts a Superman expy's fall into evil, and why and how he got there. I have sadly only been able to read the first volume. :ajsleepy:

Oddly enough, I think Mac will kill her; not as an act of revenge but an act of mercy. He simply isn't cruel enough to let anypony live with such a burden of sadness for one second more than they have to.

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I really love Pinkamena. I wanted to write a story once of a dark alternate universe where Nightmare Moon won a millennium ago, and Pinkamena is a sort of executioner-cum-serial killer, who adds flair to her job like no one else. Scootaloo and Diamond Tiara become her apprentices, and they mature under her tutelage as Equestria goes to war against Griffony. I also wanted to give every pony a "special talent," or power. Scootaloo was able to see the near future, dependent on the decisions of everyone around her. I don't remember anyone else's, unfortunately. Good thing I made notes. Bad thing I lost them.

Blade is a pretty damn nice story though.

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I never intended for it to look like I thought all 'Tyrant Twilight' stories were centered around Twilight becoming evil, but I can see how that miscommunication was made given my author's comments section. I suppose I should have spoken with a broader scope in mind.

Your offer to let my story join amuses me, because A) I've already entered a Badass Twilight = Total Domination contest (via Twilight's Inferno) and B) one of my editors is competing in your competition.

But y'know what? Sure, throw it in there!

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I'm glad to have provided you with something a bit more original! Originality is both a major goal in my writing and a serious peeve I have in the writing of others, so this kind of compliment is among my favorites.

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As I've mentioned to others, I have a vested personal and emotional attachment to the characters I write. I grant that's not something most people do (I think?), but it helps me to evoke the characters a bit better. Or so I feel. I actually cry for my characters as I do terrible crap to them.

So while I understand that they're not real – being able to break that attachment is just as important as being able to keep it – I felt this was something that needed to be said.

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I suppose I can see the 'nobody is incorruptible' argument, but I can't see what would make Twilight go in that direction save force (as mentioned in my author's notes). Perhaps it's just my headcanon, I don't know.

But as someone who has put Twilight through hell (literally), I wholeheartedly disagree that all Twi stories need to be bright. In fact a lot of my material intentionally defies the idea that Equestria is a world of eternal sunshine and rainbows.

'Tyrant Twilight' is/was a thing? I find that surprisingly odd at how our fandom could think that way, nevertheless, your story is a great one that really touched my heart.

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That's a distinct possibility, but I would think salvation and redemption would be great motivators for her continued rule.


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I'm glad you enjoyed it! PS - your Flutterbat avatar is the cutest thing ever.

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Somebody call Lady Gaga in here, cause this man deserves a f*cking APPLAUSE! I, too, never liked 'tyrant Twilight'. It just seemed too… drastic a turn for her. She's naturally… how shall I put this… subservient? Yeah. Even as a villain, she's more a Soundwave than a Megatron. Here? She's thrust onto a throne she didn't want, and sh*t went to hell because she never got the training she needed to maintain that position and appeal to everypony. Oh, wait… My bad. She CAN'T appeal to everypony, because that's downright IMPOSSIBLE. She did what she could. and what does she get? The label of 'tyrant', of course. And then her friends' memories are tarnished by those who would prefer to see her as an enemy of THE VERY IDEALS she still stays loyal to THROUGHOUT THIS LITTLE MISHAP, and they insult said ideals with WAR, DEATH, AND PAIN.

Well, there's my wall of text. Up-voted and faved, my friend. You have EARNED it.

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I fucking love Blade.

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And I am appreciative. :twilightsmile: I'm sure Twilight would be, too.

I somewhat dislike the word 'tyrant' because I often tend to refer to its olden usage. But that's just a personal peeve of mine.

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There's a difference between 'incomplete' and 'open-ended'.

The story presents a question you have to answer on your own. It doesn't have a literal ending, because any such would be cheap. Thinking up the ending is left to the reader. You really don't need the two variants of the final short paragraph to be spelled out. You know what they would read. You don't need them. You just need to make a choice between them on your own. And think what that choice means.

Oh, also, you don't read half the story and make the other half. That would be assinine.
You read 99% of it and make the remaining 1%.

4516882 Alright, then put a small link to the competition somewhere in your story description indicating participation and add it to this folder. I can add it to the folder for you if you so wish. Then it will be submitted!

That was quite the intriguing ending, I also agree on the overused Tyrant sparkle theme. This story was a good reminder that Twilight will not betray Equestria and become a tyrant. Although in an alternate story line if twilight had kept the power she would have a chance of becoming a tyrant due to the corruption that comes with power. (as cliche as it may be) But I digress this was a very good fan fiction and i may just need to read more from this author. :twilightsmile:

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