• Published 24th Mar 2013
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Twilight Breaks Reality - LunaOnTheMOOOON

Sometimes it takes a swift, metaphorical kick to the head to realize that what is painfully obvious. A story of how Twilight broke reality (with a generous helping of the ever fluffy, TwiDash)

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Intro: It's Because Of Curiosity

Twilight Breaks Reality

Written by LunaOnTheMOOOON

Part One: Checks and Balances

She had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. 'Princess Twilight Sparkle, your fateful and trusted ruler'.
Although if you stick 'princess' on the beginning of anything it would sound nice, or at least, slightly better.
Despite the title, being a princess wasn't all it's cracked up to be. There's the fancy cake, the fancy dresses and, of course, the everyone-worshiping-you but as Twilight wouldn't tell anyone: Ruling something wasn't on her 'to do' list. It is an honor, everyone looking up to you like that, an honor. That was what Twilight kept telling herself as she threw her body against the door to her soon-to-be new room in the Canterlot Castle.

When the metaphorical waters had calmed about the purple pony's new appendages and title, Princess Celestia had popped in to suggest (demand) that Twilight spend a few days at the Castle so she could learn 'how to be a proper princess'. The Princess of the Sun, of course, had not once asked Twilight how she felt about her predicament. Even if she had, what was Twilight supposed to say, " Sorry, your highness, but you've made a horrible mistake, please change me back"? Nope.
No, Twilights' friends could not come in for a visit. No, not even for a little one. Of course Twilight could come back to her tree-home soon.
For the first week, Twilight had shared a room with the Princess, and for that first week she had seen none other than Celestia, occasional glimpses of Luna and this one serving-pony who brought her and the Sun Princess various foods. So far, all Twilight had learned was how to eat cake. Celestia even sent Spike on some important mission, somewhere or other. This was all pretty suspicious behavior. Maybe the Princess had a secret. Maybe she was some kind of ghost that had to feed on alicorn souls to live and was fattening Twilight up to eat her soul. Or something. Rainbow Dash had warned her about reading to much fiction.

With a cry of fury, Twilight charged the enormous, oak door. Emitting a high-pitched groan, it finally gave and the pony tumbled to the hard floor, sending up a cloud of dust. After a sneezing fit that she thought would never go away, Twilight got up to examine her surroundings. The room looked as if it had remained unstirred for a long time. Now, Twilight didn't take much notice of the latest releases of super uncomfortable modern furniture but it didn't take a Rarity to see that the decor in this room had not been updated in at least 20 years.
It's almost like being transported back in time. Although every inch of the large room was cloaked in a thick layer of dust.
The Princesses must not get a lot of guests. It's still a nice room, I guess.
The wallpaper was a kind of hot-pink/purple color, and was coming undone ever so slightly in some places. The middle of the floor was covered with a navy blue, seemingly hoof-woven rug. On the rug sat a delicate glass table with a few mismatched chairs pulled up to it. A wardrobe was still filled with silky, slightly faded old-time-y dresses; it's door hung open and on closer inspection, the doorknobs were little clocks. Much to Twilight's satisfaction, two of the walls were occupied by floor-to-ceiling book shelves. The other two had a console-mirror, the wardrobe which stood by an unmade bed with pink-purple and white sheets, a bureau, some expensive-looking paintings, and a window that overlooked the garden. The window would have a lovely view of the sunset.
The whole room was a bit chaotic, like someone had gathered their essentials and left on a whim. There was a worn desk in front of the window. It looked to be the oldest thing in the room. As Twilight walked closer, avoiding the glass table, she examined the contents of the ancient desk. Yellowed papers littered the top, some spilled onto the floor. A quill pen, a dried out inkwell, a stack of books, all sat in disarray on the dark surface of the desk. Curious, Twilight lifted a paper to her face with her magic. The swirling, calligraphic writing was almost too fancy to read.
Hail the sun,

Break away,


I need not hold on to my mask in these wee hours,

All is still and I am the only one who exists, living, breathing and waiting for the light to return.
With quick forward motion, all the world still spins despite my directionless joy.
I could get used to this.
Was this poetry?
"It's pretty," Twilight said out loud. A name was written at the top: Solera
"Oooh," Twilights' spark of curiosity became a flame. She wanted to read the rest of the papers, as well as the stack of books and maybe do some investigating to find out more about 'Solera'.
In the alicorns' mind, 'Solera' was a white-coated unicorn with a long mane of baby-blue ringlets that cascaded down her back like white-water. The picturesque unicorn raised her head from her notes to watch the sun retire behind distant hills. At that moment she had a feeling she wanted to capture. Solera set aside her work and levitated a new, clean piece of parchment. Her quill pen danced along the paper, enveloped by her cyan-colored magic. Finished, Solera signed her name, sweeping the tail of the 'a' underneath it.

Twilight sighed at the daydream. Here, in the real world, the room felt so hollow, empty, lonely. Or maybe that was just Twilight. It had only been eight days and four hours since her tearful parting with her friends (yes, she had been counting). Rarity had been in full waterworks mode, sobbing and going on about how the world might just end without Twilight. Fluttershy had hidden behind a curtain of pale-pink hair, only able to communicate in the form of sorrowful squeaks and whines. Pinky Pie had stopped talking entirely. AppleJack hugged Twilight until she felt like her head would pop off. Rainbow Dash was by-far the weirdest. The cyan Pegasus had, at first, refused to say goodbye, saying that it wasn't like their friend was never coming back but as Twilight began to board the train, Dash tackled her to the ground in a hug that rivaled AJ's.
"Please don't leave, Twi. I... we all need you here. I'll miss you. What can Celestia teach you in Canterlot that she can't teach you in Ponyville?" Rainbow had said urgently when Twilight had wriggled free of the embrace.
"You yourself said that I wasn't even going to be gone that long. Wasn't it you who said that making a scene out of this is 'totally not cool'? I'll be back, really, really soon. You won't even get to appreciate the absence of my 'egghead' comments" Rainbow didn't say anything, just frowned, seemingly looking for a reason for the purple alicorn to turn around and walk back to her old life.
"I have to go or the train will leave without me. Bye everyone, I'll see you soon with lots of gifts from Canterlot!" Twilight had waved and stepped onto the train. She picked a window seat so she could watch the bitter-sweet expressions of her friends fade into the distance. If she was being honest with herself she would admit that Rainbow's words had struck a chord. Celesitia hadn't even told her what she was going to learn. Why couldn't her friends come visit her even for a short wile? Was this Celestias' way of separating Twilight from her former life or would she return to it within a few days? If she was being honest with herself she would stop telling herself that this didn't change anything because it obviously changes everything. She would tell herself that as she left the train station, it felt as if a checkpoint had been crossed from which she could never go back. Only one checkpoint in a journey that she couldn't turn away from. No matter how much she wanted to turn around and walk back to her old life, she could never do that.
Twilight Sparkle refused to be honest with herself.

Twilight was whisked back in the real world. She turned away from the old papers filled with made-up memories and walked over to the window to wrestle it open. It was cleaning time, Celestia knew that this room needed it. After that she would go to sleep. In the morning she would wake up to day number nine. Read. Meet Celestia for breakfast and chat with her. Read. Eat Lunch with and talk to Celestia. Read until sleepy. Sleep. Repeat until something changes. What a dull few weeks, maybe Dash had been right.

Author's Note:

Hello there, I'd like to thank you for giving this story a chance, weather you liked it or not. This is the first story of mine to actually be typed and put up someplace for other people to read and judge. That said, I would appreciate as much constructive criticism as possible.
I know that this is a short first chapter, but I assure you that I will update this as frequently as I can.

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