It really sucks to be me right now.
My name is Twilight Sparkle and today I was killed by my own magic. Embarrassing right? First, you may ask how that is even possible. Well, it's not. But I just did it.
How? Well, to put it best, you would have just as much luck asking Rainbow Dash as asking me. If you don't get the reference. It means I have no bucking clue.
Regardless, I had just experienced one of the strangest moments in my life. Trying to fix everypony’s cutiemarks, I somehow arrived in some starry middle of nowhere, where I was informed by the Princess that it was my “destiny.” Now, what was that supposed to mean? Like seriously? Telling me it’s my destiny to do something right before I die? Yeah buck you too Celestia.
Not to mention the fact that she didn’t TELL ME WHAT MY DESTINY WAS. Note to self: slap my mentor the next time I see her.
Sorry, being in the middle of nowhere, fearing for my life really brings out the worst in me. Heh, maybe I really should have found some way to get back at Rainbow for crashing into my library for the 1126th time. Think I'm joking? Well, I'm not. I've counted.
Too bad I probably won’t ever see her where I’m going. Dying wasn't very high on my “list to be prepared for” that morning. I just hope wherever I go, it won’t have spiders. I hate those things. It’s just the way they move. Not to mention the fact that they look like demon-spawn. I’m not kidding. Under what kind of medication were the princesses under when they made those things I don't know, assuming they made them in the first place. Now that I think about it, Discord is probably a more likely culprit.
Right now, I seem to be floating, once again, in the middle of nowhere. Stars were the only things bold enough to break that darkness. Good job Luna. Maybe she would notice me if I stayed up here long enough. Or maybe Celestia bought her out to ignore me. Note to self: In commencing the actions outlined in the previous note, use a golf club.
Okay. Maybe I can get out of this. I could try a teleportation spell, but I don’t know in which direction I should calibrate it to. For all I know, I could be getting farther away from the blue and green sphere that I desperately want to be on.
Okay new plan. Wait.
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Okay screw this plan.
I need to find a way to get back. How did the Princess get me here in the first place? Oh, that’s right. I don’t know. Maybe some magical burst will get somepony’s attention, preferably somepony who can help me get out of here.
After about six minutes, I gave up. First came denial.
This can’t be happening. By Celestia’s heavenly plot, this cannot be happening.
Next, came anger.
Why would she do this to me? I swear those questionable magazines Celestia keeps from me under her bed are sooo coming out.
Next, came retrospect.
If only I had asked her what the buck was going on BEFORE I started to disintegrate into light.
Then, came depression.
My life is over. I’m going to be here forever. I didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye to my family, not even to my friends… except Pinkie Pie, she was creepy.
And finally, acceptance.
This is it. My life as I know it is over. I’ll have to live like this, or I’ll have to end it now. If I’m not really dead, then there is only one thing I can do…
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Maybe I could try waiting again.
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After an intense ten minute debate with myself over if I should kill myself or not, I began to notice some discrepancies in the space around me. Some stars looked off, like there weren’t even stars at all. Some parts of space weren’t as black as the others, managing a light gray in the most extreme case. Now that I think about it. If I’m in space, how exactly am I able to breathe?
As I pondered my current state, I began to notice small sparks emanating from a single direction. There was a single point of intense distortion, and around it, waves contorted my vision, making it seem as if the stars were moving, almost as if the stars themselves doubted where they should be.
Suddenly, the point became wider and I could see small specks of white oozing out of the hole. Eventually, it gave way to a full blown hole in space. Inside, nothing of description could be identified, just as much of nothing as there was out here, except in there, something about it just seemed to radiate home. I don’t know what came over me at that moment. But without much contemplation, I had already found myself preparing a teleport inside.
And then, there was light.
