Chapter 3
Life is going to change. There’ll be no books, and no library. Nothing that was you will be there anymore. You know this. Without your eyes, the Twilight Sparkle that everyone has known and loved, will cease to exist.
No books.
No library.
No friends.
Twilight rested her head in Rainbow Dash’s chest, sobbing quietly as her mind raced rapidly, polarising one thought with another. The news had struck her deeply when the doctor had told her, yet she was quiet.
“Ms. Sparkle?”
Twilight sat on the bed, facing the doctor. Her mind’s eye visualised him as a yellow colt with an auburn mane, wearing the coat that all nurses and doctors seemed to sport. She gave no response.
“Ms. Sparkle, I know this is hard news to hear. However, there are plenty of programs that can help you adapt, no matter the severity of the damage.” He sounded so patronising. He wasn’t the one who had to live with this.
There was a muffled shout in the distance, and the doctor sighed, “Please excuse me, Ms. Sparkle. However, I assure you, this isn’t the end of the world.”
Twilight sniffed, righting herself up from her friend’s embrace. She could still feel the scaled form of Spike clinging to her. Rainbow Dash’s hoof moved to sit on top of her own.
Maybe my friends will stay, she hoped. After all, they are my friends. I could just adapt.
“I’m... sorry,” Twilight muttered to herself, instinctively wiping at her eyes with her free hoof, only to be met with the cotton barrier. She sniffed again, forcing a smile towards Rainbow Dash, “The new Daring Do is here?”
Rainbow Dash was quiet for a long time. Her hoof was firmly placed on top of Twilight’s, as if afraid to let go, “Twilight,” Rainbow said seriously, “I don’t want you to feel as if anything between us is going to change.”
Twilight quirked a brow as the intense seriousness of Rainbow’s voice washed over her. She had heard this same tone on multiple occasions, when Rainbow was not only dropping all of her barriers, but was also placing a deep-seeded promise.
“Whatever this is, we’ll be beside you. All of us” her voice cracked as she finished her sentence.
“Rainbow, I-”
“Twilight,” Rainbow interrupted, she hadn’t finished, “There are times when life changes, and everypony around them has to adjust. This is one of those times.”
Rainbow’s wisdom had caught Twilight off guard. There was nothing hidden behind those words, no ulterior motive or hidden feelings, she was being the real Rainbow Dash. Her mask had been removed.
Twilight smiled, “Thank you.” She raised her hoof, pressing it on top of the pegasus’, She slowly followed the length of her friend’s arm before leaning forward and embracing her tightly, “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she repeated tearfully.
She felt Rainbow Dash embrace her again, “No need for that.” Twilight could only imagine that playful smirk that Rainbow wore so well as her mask was slowly replaced, “After all, I wouldn’t be too awesome if I left you because of some silly thing like this, would I?”
That’s Rainbow. Twilight smiled inwardly. A few heartfelt words were more than enough before Rainbow returned the mask of coolness. In truth all of them knew, that deep down Rainbow was more sensitive and wise than she would ever let anypony believe. She was the youngest of the group, and she still held public appearance to heart. One day, she would grow out of that, and prove to the world what loyalty meant.
“Should we tell the Princess?” Spike asked, reaffirming his existence.
Twilight let go of the pegasus, turning towards Spike, “No.” The amount of conviction in her voice surprised her. One of her deepest thoughts had been how her mentor would react, if she knew that her most prized and faithful student was defective. She might disown her, or send her to a facility for the disabled!
Defective. The chilling thought flashed through her mind, causing her stomach to constrict.
“She doesn’t need to know,” Twilight justified, “it doesn’t affect her. So long as I report to her, send in my assignments and exams, she won’t even know the difference!” She forced a smile, trying to sound cheerful.
The tone in Spike’s voice begged to differ, “You can’t do that.” Twilight could imagine Spike’s worried expression. She wondered if he already had a quill and paper in hand. “She’s the Princess. She needs to know what’s happening with those closest to her!”
“No, Spike! We can’t tell her!” Twilight snapped, putting a hoof to her mouth as she realised her sudden outburst. “I mean... it’s not important.”
“Twilight,” Spike whined, “You of all ponies should know that’s not true.”
Twilight shook her head, “No. And I don’t want anypony sending it on your behalf or mine. Do I make myself clear?”
The safest option. I can’t disappoint her.
Spike sighed after a pause, “Alright.”
Twilight nodded, “Thank you, Spike. This is the best way to handle this.”
She chided herself inwardly for saying it -no- she was not important. She was the Princess’ prized student, after all. With this plan in place, she’ll continue being just that! If the Princess never found out, then her esteem will continue. That was the most important thing.
“Well, I brought some paper for you, Twilight. It’s Tuesday.” The weight from where Spike was sitting lightened, followed by a thump on the floor next to her.
Twilight paused, “Then, I... should send something to the Princess. Um...” she furrowed her brow, tapping her forehead. Her thoughts had been so involved in preventing herself from being disowned by the Princess that she hadn’t had any time to consider what this week’s letter would contain. She was supposed report on her recent study on...
“Spike, did you find what I was studying last night?”
“Uh, you... what?” Spike stammered, “Oh! Something about Para-die-gems of magic. That’s what was on your desk, at least.”
Twilight brightened, raising a hoof in the air, “Of course! Paradigms of magic!” The memory clicked to her with glee.
“Uh... para-what?”
“Para-dimes, Spike. The set rules, formations, runes and symbols that can be used to alter the appearance, strength and use of an original spell, by changing its inherent structure at the source! Basic paradigms can be used to change the brightness of a light spell, or the size or temperature of a pyrokinetic spell.” Twilight’s speech quickened as she gestured in the air to illustrate her points. She pictured where her hooves were, in relation to the description she was trying to convey.
“What?” Spike sounded even more incredulous than his previous question.
Twilight sighed, “It’s what we call the framework of magic. Changing the paradigm, or ‘paradigm shift’, changes the framework of the original spell. While that’s the most basic, and perhaps generalised explanation of the term, that is basically what it means. It’s mostly a term for the ‘setup’ of a spell, as paradigms are mostly conceptualised. So while changing the framework of magic is physical, it is brought under the conception of being a paradigm.”
Twilight scowled at Rainbow’s quiet muttering of ‘egghead’ before turning back to Spike, “Does that make sense?”
“No, but I’ll take your word for it.” Spike replied. There was the familiar sound of unravelling paper at the corner of the room, “so, you want me to tell the Princess about paradigms?”
Twilight paused, “I... didn’t get to finish my research,” she said, disappointed in herself, “I only managed to understand the basics of conceptualisation to practicality, before...” Before what? What was I doing before I came here? “I don’t know.”
Twilight shook her head, Think, Twilight, think! There has got to be a way to remember what happened. There was one spell, that allowed a caster to see repressed memories, but would the caster be able to apply that spell on themself? The book didn’t specify.
“You don’t know? Twilight, that’s not like you.” Spike’s sarcasm sounded less apparent than usual. The sound of paper was heard once again, followed by the familiar audible clack of a clip.
“I don’t remember,” Twilight sighed. “Princess Celestia won’t accept a letter on the basic synopsis of what I’ve been studying! She’ll want a detailed report!”
Spike muttered something under his breath, which brought a giggle from Rainbow Dash. Twilight frowned, having missed the apparent joke.
“I’ll send her a letter tomorrow. That’ll give me time to remember.” Twilight forced a smile. In truth, she knew she was just procrastinating until she found a reasonable excuse to send a letter. Retrograde Amnesia had been known to never recover.
“So...” Rainbow Dash began beside her, an excited inflection in her tone, “how about that new Daring Do book? We can get started on it now!”
Twilight lay down on the bed again, righting the hat to sit skewed between the pillow and her horn, “That sounds nice, Rainbow.” She smiled lightly, turning her head towards her friend.
The sound of a scraping echoed through the room from the far end of the bed, screeching loudly as it circumnavigated closer to where Dash had been sitting, “Alright!” Spike shouted enthusiastically.
Rainbow Dash chuckled under her breath, “Then let’s begin!” The first page was opened, filling the air with the scent of freshly printed paper, “Daring Do in Search of Marenkaura!” She lowered her voice menacingly, as she began her narration, “As Daring Do trekked through the scorching desert...”
“... and she catapulted in to the air, waving to the Watchmares as she flew over them! With a loud, audible crash, she flew through the entrance!” Rainbow Dash had taken to standing on the seat as she narrated the book energetically, acting out every scene with vigour and energetic strength. The book had been everything she thought it would be! Action, adventure and suspense, just like all the others! “And that’s the end of Chapter 7!”
Twilight applauded, a wide smile strewn across her face, “Wow, Rainbow! This has to be one of the best yet!”
Rainbow smiled in returned, it was good to see her friend could be distracted, even for a short period of time, from the looming disaster that had befallen her. She opened her mouth to begin the next chapter, as a set of hoof-stomps were heard from the doorway.
“Wonderful reading! It’s good to know my daughters will enjoy this next instalment,” the orange colt smiled, walking in to the room, “And I can tell you enjoy it, too.”
Rainbow’s cheeks reddened as she sheepishly slunk back in to the chair. Spike giggled.
The doctor’s horn lit with a bright yellow hue, levitating the medical report from the edge of Twilight’s bed, eyeing it carefully, “Well, Ms. Sparkle, it’s time for your tests. Your friends can come as well, if they would like?”
“Can I, Twilight?” Spike asked. The amount of worry on his face superseded his obvious desire not to return home. Spike had been watching the setting sun for a while now, glancing out the window whenever he could.
“Sure, Spike,” Twilight nodded, “Rainbow, are you coming, too?”
Rainbow considered for a moment, only now feeling the dryness of her throat after having read for such a long period, “Uh... yeah. I’ll catch up with you guys,” she smiled, glancing out the door in hopes of finding a small café meters away.
“Well, we’ll be in Room 2ICU.”
“Intensive Care?!” Rainbow snapped.
The doctor shook his head, “No, no, no. That’s CCU: the Critical Care Unit. Nopony really knows what ICU stands for; we lost that information in the Great Fire.” He gestured towards the door, and in nine other directions, “It’s just down the hall, just follow the signs.”
Rainbow wiped her brow, “Thank Celestia,” she smiled, heading for the door, “I’ll see--... catch you soon, Twilight.”
She hurried out the door, grimacing at her verbal slip. “Darn it, Rainbow. Don’t say that around her,” she scolded, “The last thing she needs is to be reminded of her problem.” She continued wandering the halls in search of the café she had managed to find the first time around.
After finding the café and purchasing a bottle of apple juice, she found herself simply staring out the window at the night sky, allowing the news of her friend time to sink in. It was true, that there was no concrete answer, however whatever damage there was, would scar Twilight for the rest of her life.
The bottle sat untouched on the windowsill as she continued to stare at the moon, hearing nothing of her own thoughts as they fought for dominance in her head. What was Twilight going to do if she was blind? Who would help her? Could Rainbow keep the promise she made to her? Each thought had not been allowed an answer as a new contemplation entered her mind.
Her mind quietly wandered to the day before, when she had heard that disastrous call.
*
“Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie’s voice sounded under her.
Rainbow alighted on the ground in front of her friend, “What is it, Pinkie?” She had asked irritably, “I’ve got stuff I need to do.”
How could I have been so rude?
Pinkie’s eyes were wide with shock and fear; her words more babbled than usual, “It’s Twilight! I was at the bakery when I heard the sirens, and I didn’t think anything of it, because those sirens could be anything. But then I thought maybe those sirens were for a party, but they couldn’t have been for a party, because who has loud sirens at a party anyway? You can’t hear all the cake! So, I went out to have a look, and there was nothing, so I went back to making sweets. They’re really good, Dash, you should totally try some! But then—”
Dash had rolled her eyes and sighed gruffly, “Get to the point, Pinkie. If I don’t get to Cloudsdale, I’m gonna miss a chance to get out of Storm Duty.”
I didn’t know something bad had happened.
“Dash!” Pinkie gasped, “Twilight’s in hospital!”
That doesn’t mean I had to be so short.
“She’s what?! Why?” Dash had shouted, it had taken the news for her to realise something was wrong.
I came in the end, didn’t I?
“Nopony knows, not even Spike. We gotta go!”
What if Pinkie says something about my attitude?
*
I owe it to her.
She shook her head quietly, turning around to wander through the sterile halls and find her friend. Twilight would need comforting once the news was final. She picked up her pace, following the signs riddled around the hospital’s white halls leading to the department her friend would be waiting in.
Each corridor she followed, each hall she turned in to, felt further away than when she had began. At the end of her journey through the labyrinthine hospital, she would find her friend, and the answer to the horror that had been looming over her since she arrived at the hospital. She halted quietly, at Room 2.
Rainbow stared at the number on the door for a moment, scowling at the snake-like figure. She opened it slowly and quietly, glancing around at the various machines in the dimly lit room, each looking like a larger microscope than the last. Twilight sat inside the largest one in the room, appearing more machine than pony. The upper part of her face was secured by what appeared to be a metallic mask, with two looking glasses for eyes. Rainbow closed the door, looking around further as her eyes adjusted to the lack of light.
Spike glanced in Dash’s direction. As their eyes met, volumes spoke between them. Those two, teary orbs conveyed the news she had been dreading. Dash froze, her heart sinking in to her stomach, her eyes teared up sympathetically, as her gaze fell on to Twilight.
Twilight’s mouth was agape, as her body lay limply in the seat. Tears streamed silently down her face, slowly dripping on to her chest. Yet there she stayed, as silent and still as the room itself. Not a single sound escaped her, not a single breath was heard, and not a single twitch was seen. She was still, and silent.
Rainbow Dash simply stared at her, unable to think, unable to move. Her entire body ceased, her entire thoughts silenced, as the realisation of her friend’s wound slowly sunk in to her every fibre. Her mouth twitched, as her own tears slowly descended her face. Twilight, no...
She turned toward Spike, opening her mouth to speak. Spike interjected, shaking his head quietly. Why would he want to talk now? The news would hit him almost as deeply as Twilight. Rainbow inwardly chided herself.
She moved to the far side of the room next to the dragon, who had been seated on a small swivel stool. There was nothing to say, no pony to talk with. She could only let her two friends grieve in peace.
You’re useless now. Everything you’ve ever worked for, everything you had ever hoped to be, means nothing. Without your eyes, you cannot read. You cannot learn.
But you can adapt, there are ways for blind ponies to cope in the world.
Twilight couldn’t move. When the doctor had removed her bandage, the void that remained already answered her darkest fears. Yet she could have hoped for some miracle of magic or science. The doctor had said nothing, only the grim, dark news that she had been expecting all along.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Sparkle. Your eye sight has completely deteriorated.”
You’re blind, Twilight. She had heard, instead. There was no sympathy in the words, there were no plans or programs that she could go on to restore her eye sight, there was no substitute she could use to replace her own eyes, and magic, her most faithful and loyal friend, could not repair organic matter.
“Remember, Twilight, magic has limitations. It cannot repair organic matter, it cannot raise ponies from the dead, and it cannot change the past. Magic is functional, and can only be used functionally. Do you understand that?” Princess Celestia’s voice rang through her head.
I don’t want to understand. Not now. I want to be fixed. I want my eyes back.
Twilight shuddered inwardly, as every ounce of her body screamed out in anger, fear and grief, all in a single fluent motion. She screamed, so as to make sure the heavens themselves knew that fate had betrayed her.
The world still turned, time moved on, and the room was silent. No retribution came; no heavenly light or mystical being appeared to fix her. Even the warm air of Princess Celestia, never embraced her. She was alone in a real world.
If the Princess found out, she would send her to an institution for the blind. Spike would be given to the next unicorn that the Princess took in to her tutelage, and Twilight Sparkle would forever be forgotten. Without sight, she couldn’t leave. Someone would have to lead her out of the hospital, and everyone would know that she is a flawed unicorn.
Click.
Twilight silently waited for the doctor to speak, yet not a word was spoken.
Click.
The door had closed. By now, the doctor should have announced himself. What more bad news could he give to her tonight? Had her home burned down, too? Had her family been sent to the dungeons for one reason or another?
She heard a quiet sniff in the corner of the room. It sounded larger than Spike. It was another pony. Perhaps, if she was lucky, Rainbow Dash had returned as she promised. If it was her, why hadn’t she said anything?
Twilight choked, “W-who’s there?” Her voice came out in a raspy squeak, its tone changing rapidly.
“It’s me.”
Rainbow had returned, “Rainbow... I’m... it’s...” Twilight gagged, a fresh onset of sobbing breaking loose from her throat. If it weren’t for the machine holding her in place by whatever metallic device had been placed around her face and eyes, she would have slumped to the ground.
“I know.”
“I can’t... I don’t...” She couldn’t bring herself to say those words. She couldn’t admit to herself what was wrong.
“I know,” Rainbow’s voice cracked.
“Rainbow... what have I done to deserve this?”
The unfair question held itself heavily over the air. Twilight resented herself for directing it at her friend, as if she were the one who caused this. She was trying to help, she didn’t deserve any questions like that.
“I don’t know.”
Twilight sighed heavily, every fibre in her body shuddering. The doctor was supposed to return soon, once he had the results. Then, she could return to her bed. Then, she could sleep. If she was lucky, maybe she wouldn’t wake up. Maybe, if there was something out there to give her some form of justice, she wouldn’t have to put up with the hardships and changes that she’ll be forced to uphold.
Selfish. She chided furiously at herself. Don’t even think that. Your friends and family would be devastated to learn that you were no more. They would prefer you in your condition now, than the darker alternative.
So many emotions filled her entire being, fighting for dominance. She wanted to cry, to accept, to blame, to scream, to bargain, to live and to die. Each emotion combated by its alternative, never allowed to rest on one decision. There was no true answer in this unreality that was her new life. There was only one fact in this whole scenario, that she needed to accept.
“Rainbow Dash...” Twilight said slowly through her tears.
“Yeah?”
“I’m blind.”
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After various editing shenanigans, and a new proofreader, we now have chapter 3 up and ready. I took this as a little challenge to increase the amount that happens in each chapters, as I was beginning to feel that 2000 words was perhaps a little too short.
All feedback is very welcome, and I appreciate all of you!
Poor Twilight...
And damn pride, anyway! Celestia would never do something like that! Honestly, after 'Lesson Zero' you'd think Twilight would have learned her lesson.
Wow.
Powerful stuff.
Update soon!
Whoa. Interesting concept. Thought you might be headed in a different direction at first, but I suspect that was deliberate. Very well done so far. =D
Excuse me while I bawl my eyes out.
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Wow, you handled the emotion and hurt of that last scene really well. Honestly, someone needs to tell Celestia as soon as possible. This is not something that can be hidden for long, and when it does come out the fall-out will be worse the longer it's held.
Poor Twilight.
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Checks tags: [Sad] & [Slice-of-Life]. "I'm surprised (and glad) that there's no romance tag. I've seen too many character-becomes-disabled fics loose sight of their drive, purpose. The fics that irk me drift from showing a character coping with their disability --- to becoming a sappy-romance (lime) fic."
Afterthought: "I have nothing against romance... it's just that romance tends to be the vain of these character-becomes-disabled fics."
Being headed to the Cataract Ranch myself, I can feel (let's not say "see") what Twi is going through.
I'm finding this utterly fascinating, depressing as it may seem.
D'aww. Is this gonna be TwiDash? I love TwiDash C: I'm hoping we eventually find out what happened, right? Right?
Either way, great work.
Fuck.
I can't handle the sads. I'd track this, but I know there's no hope of her eyes coming back. Having someone you know IRL being permanently disabled puts you off this type of thing.
I know there's no hope.
There never is.
I was almost tempted to pass this up upon seeing just the title, image, and synopsis, but I'm glad to see that I read it anyway. This character's are all n character (almost annoyingly so; dammit Twilight, stop being stupid) and I can't see enough grammatical or spelling errors for me to pass it off based on it's lack of literary merit. All in all, excellent, and I can't wait for Celestia's reaction.
Silly Twilight, always thinking that Celestia will just throw her away...
Also, you had some weird tense changes here:
"If the Princess finds out, she’ll send her to an institution for the blind. Spike will be given to the next unicorn that the Princess takes in to her tutelage, and Twilight Sparkle will forever be forgotten by everyone. Without sight, she couldn’t leave. Someone will have to lead her out of the hospital, and everyone will know that she is a flawed unicorn."
Well, altogether that paragraph was present tense, but the rest of it was past tense.
Other than that, it's quite excellent!
I anxiously await the future of this fic...
That is all.
Journcy Out.
*weeps in the corner*
awww poor Twilight, how can she think that Celestia would abandon her, just like that? And I'm damn sure Luna wouldn't.
Anyways, you captured all the emotions well. And I couldn't see ant spelling mistakes or grammar errors, so fantastic job.
The description has grabbed my attention. I'll be sure to read this later when I'm done with a chapter in my own story.
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Thank you for that, I've fixed it up.
They could hear me, I'm sure of it.
I had written that at 1am in the morning, whilest screaming at people in the Olympics.
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Rest assured, there'll be no romance here. I agree with you on that point there, that it would drive away from the original purpose of the story. Friends can be good friends, without romantic feelings.
I already favorited this story, but after this chapter I had to double-check, just to be sure. Great work!
By CELESTIA! This is sad! I seriously expect that her friends will react to her differently and then start thinking suicide, NO! Twilight wouldnt ever think that... would she?
Oooh. There is nothing I can say. Perhaps some sad Fluttershy emoticons can let you know of my feelings.
Definetely giving you my thumb for this so far. The very thought of losing a sense that brings Twilight something she loves other than her friends and family (books), makes me feel really depressed. Though someone can, say, read it to her, it's not the same. Then again, nothing will be the same. So all I can tell that this story will go from is that eventually, Celestia will know, despite how Twilight will fight to not to let her. If only Twilight learned from "Lesson Zero" is that she isn't like that--she's not really Princess Trollestia, as the fandom likes to go by, despite how I really don't like it, she's actually nice and generous when she's not ruling all of Equestria.
wow.....CONTINUE,PLEASE?!
Alright, I need to track this.
This is such a tearjerker - and so wonderfully well written!
You know, I hate cliffhangers. I hate them. Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate Hate them.
But I love this story. I love love love love love love love love love it.
This is a good story, but it does make one wonder - what is with all these "Ponies get blinded" things that have started to pop up? Blind Ranbow Dash, this, a few other stories I can think of. You'd half expect that Basil the 2nd was writing MLP:FIM fanfic.
Certainly one I'll be following.
Alright, sorry, but I've got to get a minor rant out. This is a world of magic. And not exactly elitist magic, either. A substantial portion of the population must be unicorns, so it can't be "well, we've never had a blind unicorn before." Okay, magic doesn't work for healing in this variant of the universe, that's fine. But...a blind unicorn has NEVER decided to try an echo-location style spell, or some kind of magical second sight? Or hell, since reading seems to be the major existential crisis, a bloody book reading spell?
Please, don't mistake me. I like the story so far, and I've no complaint with the narrative. Its quite touching, and appropriately sad. Its just a pet peeve of mine in fiction with active magic. They seem to have any number of flashy spells to set things on fire, or blow things up, or turn things into other things, not to mention the "joke" spells...I mean, they have a spell specifically designed to give creatures moustaches. Seems like, at some point, a "let the blind function in society" spell would have popped up. Or at least pony-braille.
Though, as an additional, non-pet peeve based issue...her magic seems to be undiminished, or at least hasn't been mentioned as damaged so far. Her hearing seems to be fine as well. While getting around might be a theoretical issue, it again seems the reading and studying are the main issues that are behind the crisis. So...just have Spike handle the reading. Not like the little fellow's illiterate, and he'd probably appreciate being able to help. Again, apologies. A bad habit, to always look for the simplest solution.
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So emotional. So awesome. Keep up the amazing work!
Well..that sucks for Twilight. But hey, it is the purpose of this fic so it had to happen.
This is a very emotional time for Twilight and now we get to look forward to angry, depressed, frustrated Twilight as she attempts to deal with her new disability. I'm sure that things will be fine for her...many, many years down the road. And who knows, perhaps she'll eventually find someone to love way down the road of life so that she doesn't die completely alone, in the dark.
Kind of curious as to what Twi's brother's reaction would be once he hears about this. Probably would depend on how soon she tells him and how he hears about it. No good would come if he heard it from a third party.
All-in-all, good fic so far and I am looking forward to more chapters in the future.
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The fic isn't based on the song. Moreso, that the title of it seemed to fit it pretty well in a sardonic sort of way.
However, now I can't get the song out of my head.
All hope is not lost! Neigh I say! This is not the end of books for Twilight Sparkle, not the end for sight! so she's blind... so?She's a unicorn! magic can't repair organic matter in this fic perhaps, but magic has other purposes! She could invent a spell that gives her radar vision, or magic-sight! A spatial awareness spell!
Yet even with that... the fic will be sad. Twilight will never behold the sun in it''s glory again. It's almost as bad as losing her horn. She will never see the light of day with her own eyes again. I doubt even Discord could fix them. Even the ability to become a blind magician badass isn't worth your eyes.
Now excuse me while I shed manly tears.
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Hey, just asking about the edits on the two first chapters, is it just "grammar and spelling error" edits so I can safely skip it or do you recomend re reading them for new story segments?
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Sure is. Nothing major. :)
Celestia would be devastated that Twilight thinks she would be thrown away like that.
Cadance, SA, her parents... Reminds me of that history about Twilight in a comma "Faithful Student".
Ugh I was already teary this morning because I had a story idea that is very heartfelt, then I read this after doing some planning for the other, BAH!
I can understand how Twilight would think that if she keeps sending letters that Celistia wouldn't find out and she would be safe, but what about visits from Celestia? The princess visits often what will twilight do then?
You can't just end it like this! We must have more!
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You don't know how right you are.
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I'm probably the only one that would have liked this story even more if it did get romantic, but I do know where you're comming from.
I'm just one big sap who loves romance fics in all forms.
We can agree that the fic is amazing as it is though.
Hmmm, the rules for magic that you used don't say that there can't be a spell to show you a specific location and I'm sure Twi could change the spell in a way that directly shows her the image, without going over her eyes, but then again, that'd make the sad tag rather moot, right?
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OH NOES!
Your mentioning of Luna reminds me of one of Twilight's favorite pass-times, which she can no longer do at all!
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Correction: She's not REALLY Princess Trollestia... most the time. Because she DID troll the cakes when they were pouring her tea, which shows she does enjoy messing with her subjects sometimes.
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Agreed, there's plenty of ways for her to be able to dance around the limitations of magic to receive the ability to see, even if it's just for short periods of time.
And it wouldn't make the fic any less sad, unless it was a permenant fix, and if it was it could just be applied at the end to give an uplifting ending to a sad story.
Princesses, where are you?
1013808 Eh, what's life without messing with a few heads? Lol.
No one else saw what Agent Bookfort did with the room number?
2icu?
That was subtle trolling
On a less silly note, fabulous writing, and keep up the good work.
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As a witty creature, I can't be expected to keep a straight face the entre time, can I?
Actually, now that I think about it, does braille not exist for ponies? There's one major problem solved; she can still read again, after all.
But are pony hooves sensitive enough that they can read braille, or their own version of it?