Twilight Sparkle was a mare with a good heart and a happy spirit. Being both embraced and given great praise from her accomplishments by family and friends. Being the Princesses student was her utmost highest authority, and it was often task that tested you're boundaries.

Hundreds of hours of work leaked into her life like a damaged faucet. It seemed everything was taking different routes when she moved to Ponyville. New friends, new experiences and challenges.

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But then something disturbing caught her attention one night. Soon it changed her perspectives on everything important in life. Now she was isolated by dark thoughts, haunted by internal hate, cursed with colorless taste and reeked with poor hygiene.

Twilight told herself it was a work of fiction, and that it would only improve her studying and heighten her experiences as a young mare.

She always refrained from anything obscure. In her head, she assumed that the Underworld of Canterlot was a stranger and had completely forgotten her by now.

But that was far beyond the case.

Twilight and Spike had grown detached from one another since her lifestyle grew fond of the meaning, addiction.

A year previously, they were celebrating what to do and what not to do in life. Even though it was a topic rarely mentioned in conversation, she was sure it was something that was left behind when they entered in Ponyville.

Welcome to the hell of one’s losing life.

Thanks for the amazing drawing by All-Bandana@deviantart.com

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And thanks to Fuge269 for helping edit the story for me. I suggest anyone who takes an gander with this to give him a watch and a shout for future help.