The Science Chronicles

A lone purple caterpillar resided inside a large, green shell — a chrysalis, if you will — which, in turn, resided inside a large, wooden structure. The structure was very natural, and appeared to have shown up out of nowhere since however long ago it was planted. As you could guess, it was a tree. Although, for most residential plots for caterpillars, it was quite odd, bearing the form of an actual house built into a tree, rather than just a tree with some holes in it. Maybe it grew into that shape; who knows? Maybe it grew the books, too! Well, we know it probably didn’t, but they were still there.

A natural green glow, emanating from the house-tree, penetrated the large, heavy, thick, grey clouds above Equestria, causing all conscious life-forms within the vicinity of the country to direct their fields of vision in the opposite direction from the ground, in order for them to be able to sense the green-struck night sky with their visual eye-vision (since nopony knew how they were able to sense photonic light-particle-waves, they decided to give it a cool name, just to make it cool). Regardless of all ignorance and failure to come to conclusions based on solid evidence, scientific procedure and equine experimentation, the green glow slightly lessened, allowing Equestria’s residents to continue using their proprietary visual eye-vision to examine whatever natural food they planned to eat at the time when they were so rudely interrupted.

As the “chrysalis” dissolved, the light inside the house-library-tree fell to a manageable level, at which time, Twilight, now a double-alicorn, absorbed it all in order to gain energy-power. The excess luminescence drained from the room, allowing Twilight to stand by the mirror in her bathroom and try to recall what she looked like when she only had two wings.

“SUCCESS! I AM GOD! GODDESS?! GODETTE! Yeah, that,” observed the double-alicorn.

“Oooh, Twilight, did you grow an extra pair of wings? Didja? Didja? Didja? Didja? Didja? Didja? Didja?”

“SHUT UP! Pinkie, you can see with your own eyes that I have surpassed the Princess Queens in both power and beauty; why would you need to ask that?”

“Weeeeeeeeeell, it’s just that, a lot of the time when I am seeing double, it isn’t because there is actually a double-whatever-it-is in front of me. Or maybe it—”

“Yes! The answer is yes. I do have four wings now. When I first got two wings, I was like ‘Seriously? Just like a crummy pegasus?’, and I needed more, so then I told you I was going to make a spell to get some more.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” Pinkie admitted, shamefully.

“Yeah, those 28 years of waiting really paid off. Now I can finally challenge the throne!”

“Challenge the throne? But the princesses died, like, 26 years ago. From depression.”

“Oh, what a shame. Oh well, I can just take it then.”

“Yeah… but now there’s this new guy there. He’s really strict and stuff; he probably wouldn’t let you take the throne.”

“Well, that’s why I got this power, isn’t it?” Twilight flapped her four wings awkwardly and unceremoniously, knocking several potted plants off her bathroom’s sink, some of which slammed Pinkie in the face. They didn’t faze her in the slightest.

“Well, alrighty then. Come with me; let’s show our friends your new wings! Rarity first, because that’s who the author chose.”

And so, the two excited horses exited the library in an extravagant fashion, drawing attention to Twilight’s wings, and also Twilight, because no-one had ever seen her before. The trip to the Carousel Boutique was long, but only because they were hindered by massive amounts of traffic on the main road through Ponyville.