"A spell that makes destiny less demanding on the caster, and makes your own choices become more prominent." It sounded perfect. Just what Princess Twilight Sparkle needed.

Ponyville didn’t need her, not really. She just needed a respite, however small. If she had to use magic, then so be it.

She took a deep breath and let her magic focus. She lifted her head, closed her eyes, and pushed more magic into the spell. It felt like teleporting.

No Sad or Tragedy tag, but may contain Existentialism.

Thanks to Yami Vizzini, RK Striker JK 5, Unknownlight and Connelly for prereading. A big thanks to Nonagon for editing and plot/pacing assistance.