Just a little girl with a scarred up face

by BrokenRainboom

Rating: teen
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Main 6, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1010

Twilight's found out that in another world, she and her friends are on a television show. Swallowed by her own curiosity she sends a fan of her television show to Ponyville...

Twilight's found out that in another world, she and her friends are on a television show. Swallowed by her own curiosity she sends a fan of her television show to Ponyville...and it's not a good sight.

Published 2013-12-29 04:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-29 04:40:03 UTC

Oh great a new dimension

A quite familiar looking pair of violet eyes now pierced the night sky as an excited pony galloped breathlessly to her tree house. A smile was plastered on the purple face of Twilight Sparkle, as she kept a tight hold to a book, which was supported in the air by her unicorn magic. Her friends were most likely waiting for her anxiously, as she knew that basically all of them were never quiet nor patient. Why was our oh so faithful student galloping in the streets of PonyVille late at night? Because she'd found out something completely new that would shock her friends (and maybe cause a certain purple haired gossip pony to freak.) The unicorn burst into the house, slamming the door behind her with her hind legs.

She had stepped into a loud room, one full of obnoxious noises and gloats from a certain rainbow haired pegasus. It was amazing how silent they were when the unicorn stepped in. Realizing she must look like she'd stepped out from a mental asylum, the unicorn stood straight and dropped the book from the air. "I've found...a...new...spell...another...dimension..." the poor purple pony was out of breath from sprinting all a long way whilst holding her breath quite forcefully.

"Another new dimension?" Rainbow Dash groaned, her hair flipping slightly as she lowered to the ground, her wings slowly decreasing to her sides.

"Yes, but in this one, we're all characters in a television show, and I'm going to try to bring one of our fans here!" the unicorn, who'd finally caught her breath, exclaimed excitedly.

"HOLD UP, I'm on a television show?" Rarity asked, bouncing her locks of perfectly curled purple hair slightly, "Like, I'm famous!?" the pony held a hoof to her forehead before collapsing and sighing in happiness. The orange pony next to her looked at the ground where the overdramatic pony lay before turning a curious glance toward Twilight, and saying "You're sayin' you can bring somepony...or human" the word was foreign on the tounge of the apple loving earth pony, "that watches and likes us?"

"Yes! Now if I can find it...found it!" Twilight glanced at her book before her eyes turned completely purple, and she began muttering the spell under her breath. She began to silently float in the air, an aura slowly expanding and contracting around the unicorn.

"I hate it when she does that..." Pinkie shivered as she whispered to Fluttershy, "It gives me the willies!" The pink haired pony just chuckled slightly at her pink friend's choice of words before nodding quietly.

After a minute or two a golden aura appeared at the corner of the room, causing many amazed glances from a certain purple haired pony who'd only recently stood back up on her hooves.

After a moment of the aura's glowing a little girl, from the looks of her she was about 10, appeared. The girl looked around frantically for a moment, deciphering her new surroundings, before staring at her feet, her dirty blonde hair matting her face. She was wearing an overly large shirt that went to her knees, and several cuts and tears in the fabric were clearly visible. Her pants were also long, and you could barely see her pale feet, and a gash was covering the knee of the left pant leg showing off a bad bruise. Rarity,yet again, fainted at the sight of a fashion calamity.

"Don't h-hurt me..." the girl hiccuped, slowly lifting her face to reveal a pale face covered in bruises and scrapes. Her face was beautiful, even with the scars, her pale skin looked soft as silk. Her lips trembled slightly as her words fell from her mouth clumsily almost like speaking hurt her. Her eyes were a stormy gray yet also they calmed her face with the dull yet beautiful color. Speaking of her eyes, they were opened wide at the sight of 6 ponies standing in front of her.

Ammarie the little girl with scars on her face

Author's Note

Poem chapter about who the girl in Twilight's tree house is.

Ammarie the little girl with scars on her face

A pale faced girl, awakening in fright.
Her home ablaze, fire struck.
Why was her home burning in the cool midnight air?
Because her father had no care.
He'd finally done it,
He'd killed the girl's mother,
her crimson blood pooling on the floor.
He was unaware,
in a drunk glare,
that he'd left one end untied.
He'd set fire to the home he'd sinned in,
forgetting the one small detail.
Now the girl runs for her life,
the scars that he gave her paining her sides.
Smoke enters her lungs,
her mind without reason
she lunges for her mother
Without daring to leave her.
It's too late for the girl
the town oh so loved,
she's accepted her death
Like any noble lady would.
Yet she is only 10,
she deserves not this fate
Somebody knows this,
somebody cares.
So now the girl,
who'd given up on her life,
is engulfed slowly
in a purple flash of light.
She grimaces as pain ensues,
she's lifted slowly up
without any clue.
She hears a small toy,
cry out from her room,
one she'd been given
from the shop keeper who now laid silently in his tomb.
It was of a pony,
from her most favorite of shows
and now this toy
says the lines her mother had given it,
back when she could speak
"Darling, I'll always love you."
The toy screeched,
before it's batteries let out a
metallic shriek.
The girl screamed,
for the first time overbeared by her pain.
She watched as her world
Glazed in bronze,
and she vanished with
her last screech
still echoing in the cool
midnight air.
The girl landed safely,
however much her heart hurt,
though now she was standing
on her own feeble toes.
She was surrounded by ponies,
She would say she was dreaming,
but her pain still clung
to her heart without care
As she chokes out the words
"Don't hurt me"