My task is fulfilled. Sunset Shimmer is no more. But what’s going to happen now? I banished myself, far away from any other living creature.

No, Princess Celestia banished you. Banished us. How can you just sit here while she probably earns all the glory for defeating Sunset? WE are the one who stopped her and Chrysalis. We have enough power to take whatever we want, but look at us! Just sitting around in this dark cave, waiting for death. This isn’t the life I wanted for us. This isn’t the life you wanted.

I don’t know what I want anymore. Since Bons’ death, I only lived for vengeance, and now that we have our revenge… what am I supposed to do?

Are you kidding me? We can do anything! We still have the amulet, and you know how powerful we can get if you let our hate take control.

I don’t want to let this happen again. Though punishing Sunset was the right thing, and killing her felt right… the way I killed her was terrible. It was more than usual murder. Besides, murder is never usual, it’s cruel. But we… dishorned Sunset. I ripped half her head off, with my bare hooves!

And we both remember the satisfaction we had while we did it.

That wasn’t me, and you know it. All the emotions, all the hate just overwhelmed me. I mustn’t let this happen again! We have to destroy this amulet, Nopony should have such power.

No, Lyra, we won’t. We won’t throw away the last thing we have! The last thing that grants us power, more than even Celestia could ever imagine!

It was weird. I felt the hate rising inside me again, but this time it was focused on myself. I hated myself for the way I ended Sunset’s life. The action as it was justified, though Celestia would never understand that. But I knew I had to get rid of the Alicorn Amulet. Twilight was right, it corrupts me. And I have to get my anger under control before I do something really stupid.

You will never escape me. I’m a part of you, even more than this pathetic human half. Hate leads to power, you know that. And combined with the powers of the amulet, we’re unstoppable! How could you even think about destroying it!

I was going crazy slowly. Bad enough when I had to deal with my human part in my mind, now it feels like I’m a minority in it. My hate and my human half have turned against me, how could I get this to work? I was no longer in charge of my own mind. All the whispers in my brain, how long could I take this? At least I’m still the one who controls my body, but for how long?

I will destroy this cursed artifact. And you won’t stop me!

I started to cast the spell that hopefully would end this madness, but I suddenly felt how my magic yielded.

You are strong, Lyra, but don’t forget that your magic comes from inside. You won’t use it if not every part of you wants to. And I will never give up such power!

I cried in desperate, feeling like a little child that can’t do what it wants because its parents won’t let it. Actually, it was just like that, just that my parents were my hate and my human half. I can’t win this fight.

I have to get back to Canterlot. Celestia will help me…

Don’t be silly, Lyra. Nothing will help you here. You’re lost. The earlier you admit this fact, the earlier you’ll be able to get over it and finally accept the power you have and take the opportunities it offers you. You can’t just sit here, waiting for death. As long as I’m here with you, it won’t come. You have to do something. Remember, there are still changelings out there, we could at least have some fun again and hunt them down.

Hunting and killing isn’t fun. It was necessary, but I didn’t enjoy it.

Don’t lie to yourself. You loved killing those disgusting insects, and so did I. Now get out there and do it!

I felt how my hate liked that idea, and slowly I stood up and walked to the outside of the cave I rested the last few days. I didn’t try to stop myself, knowing that it would be vainly. Seems that I finally lost control of my body, too. My weak pony half holed up in the darkest corners of my mind.

It’s over… I’m cursed to live as a beast, and I can’t do anything against it. It’s my magic that kills, my ears that hear all the crying, my eyes that delight in the suffer and pain of others, but it’s not me who does all this. I never wanted all this. I never wanted to turn into a monster…

I heard myself laughing as I found the first changeling and crushed it like a sheet of paper.

Close your eyes, don’t listen to it. If I can’t see or hear it, it doesn’t happen, right? See no evil, do no evil…

My own mind had managed to break me.

Rumors spread like wildfire, especially those about a wicked mare, killing everything it finds. It wasn’t me, but actually it was. I was weak, broken and enslaved by my own emotions. They used my body and I couldn’t do anything against it. Every time something died in my magical grip I wanted to cry, make this all stop, but instead I could hear myself laugh.

Since I left the cave I didn’t took off the necklace, and I felt how its impacts began to be permanent. My claws and the cursed yellow eyes won’t fade, even when I’m not hunting anypony, and I didn’t walk on all four legs for days. My human part felt the changes caused by the amulet too, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about what happens to others, as long as we don’t lose any power.

Is that human? Just looking at ones own profit, no matter what it causes to others? I guess so. Since I was in Equestria I didn’t felt any negative emotions like greed or envy. Even the hate hadn’t had its origin in me, but in my human half, I know that now. It nested in my mind, and so it was even able to affect me in the time I was parted from my human side.

I feel guilty, every time I think back to the happenings since Bon’s death. I know I couldn’t stop it, stop me, but still I know it’s my fault. Because of my hate, I brought so much sorrow to Equestria, even though I ‘just’ killed changelings and Sunset. Sunset was evil, she was insane, that’s a fact. But what about all the changelings I killed? I’m sure, not everyone if them is bad. There are some who want to do bad things, but not all of them. In this point, they’re just like us humans.

I know, there are changelings out there who have a family, who love each other, and who’d never harm anypony. In the last moment, just before ones life ends, you can see who they really are. I saw so many good changelings… and I killed every single one of them.

I have to stop this somehow...

But it’s not going to happen easy going. How could I win against myself if I’m not even in charge of my magic and my body?

Author's Note

As there are actually three Lyra's having debates in one mind, I used different colors to make it easier to distinguish them:
Cyan = Pony-Lyra,
Blue = Human-Lyra and
Red = Lyra's hate