Thought I'd Let You Know...

by Gyro Steambass

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Spike, Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 1548

What if Celestia never wrote back? Like, ever?

What if Celestia never wrote back? Like, ever?

I got the idea from 4everfeebrony's song.

I also wrote this on the go.

Song: https://4everfreebrony.bandcamp.com/track/thought-id-let-you-know-ft-relative1pitch
Picture: http://dragonwolfrooke.deviantart.com/art/thought-I-d-let-you-know-431412930

Published 2014-04-28 00:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-30 20:15:13 UTC

So Why Don't You Answer?

Dear Celestia,

Dear Princess Celestia,

I thought I'd let you know again how I am doing in Ponyville. You were right. I needed friends. I really did. I have spent more time with others in the last few years, than I did in the rest of my life. Everything was is going great. Everything is just fine.

I just wish you would answer my letters and let me know how you're doing and how things are with Luna and what you think about my recent accomplishments in my friendship studies and. .,.

Sorry, I slipped a little.

I wanted to write this letter myself, so I don't have to bother Spike with it this time. He doesn't have to know this.

Sorry about the stains by the way. I was drinking some water and I spilled some of it. And I don't have any paper left. I won't be writting any letters anymore after all.

I want to tell you

Can you just tell

Why don't you

Just tell me

I can't do this. I can't do this anymore. Why? Why Celestia? Why don't you answer? Did I dissapoint you? Did I do something wrong? Haven't I been studying enough? Did I fail a test? Did I fail you? Why? What did I do? Why don't you answer my letters?

I've been I'm hoping why can't I

I'm trying. I've made some great friends. I have become more social. Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that also the reason why you sent me to Ponyville? Or was the only reason that you sent me is so that I could bring your sister back? Was I just a means to an end for you? A puppet? A toy? Your so called "faithful student"? You never really cared, did you. You never cared about me or Spike or me making friends. You only cared about yourself and your sister.

I looked up to you. I loved you. You were my rolemodel. You you you were like another mother to me. I tusted you. Believed in you. A lot of good that did me. In the beginning? It did. I learned so much. I shared so many things with you, more than I did with my own mother.

But in the end? You betray me. Push me away. Leave me behind, like I'm some kind of ragged and worn out doll. You were happy to be rid of me weren't you. You never loved me. It was all just an act wasn't it. You only love yourself and your sister. Though she's probably just another means to an end to you isn't she. You're nothing but a tyrant, aren't you. Nightmare Moon was probably just another result of all those lies you spew.

But maybe I'm rambling. I am, aren't I? There's no way you'd be this cold and heartless, only caring for yourself and ignoring your student without a good reason and making her doubt herself do all those things.

But then why don't you write back? Why don't you respond? Why don't you tell me what you think of what I've been doing? Why do you keep ignoring me? I don't care how you respond but please stop ignoring me! Even being sent back to magic kindergarten is better! Because then I'd know that you still care about me. That you still acknowledge me. That that that sorry about the stains.

Please. Stop doing this to me. Talk to me. Please. I just want my teacher back. I just want to talk to you again, like we used to. I just want yo be your faithfull student again. I want to make you proud again. To see you smile again. To to to to

I just want to see you again. To share my thoughts with you. To be next to you.

To talk to you.

That's all I want. Nothing more.

Sorry about the stains.

So, Pinkie's birthday is coming up soon. It'll be fun, I hope. Maybe you'd like to come too. In case you... I just... I...

I...

I thought...

Thought I'd let you know.

Your faithful student

Your student

Yours faithfully

Signed,

Twilight Sparkle.

After that last sentence, she couldn't take it anymore. She layed her head in her hooves, her sobs making her body shake. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.

"...Twilight?" She heard Spike whisper, but she barely noticed, too distraught by having to write this letter to the one she once deemed perfect in every way.

"Twilight?" Spike had walked closer to her, sounding worried. Or was he scared? Maybe he was anxious? She couldn't tell. She tilted her head to look at him.

"Do you... Do you want me to send this letter?" He knew. He knew how much she's been suffering the last few years. She could only nod. She watched him pick up the letter, carefully rolling it up, but not placing the royal seal on it. It probably took him a few seconds, but it felt like hours. He then proceeded to burn the letter, letting the magic slowly carry the letter away, out of the window and into the night.

She felt broken. Wrecked. Betrayed. Thrown away. Beaten to a pulp. But also... Relieved. Relieved that she had finally gotten that of her chest. And she felt tired. So very tired. The letter wasn't all that long, but it took her longer to write it than she liked to admit. So tired.

And so she closed her eyes, with Spike sitting down next to her, putting a blanket over her to keep her warm. At least she could trust him, her number one assistant.

Author's Note

I'm not a good writer. And I don't know how to properly end stories. But I did my best.

And I hate the fact that your story has to be at least a 1000 words.

Epilogue: One Last Letter.

Author's Note

First of all: If you feel this story is better without a sequel/epilogue, please don't read any further. You may or may not like what I did, so it may ruin your opinion of this story.

Second of all: Thank you guys so much for all the praise. I honestly didn't expect this.

Third of all: I did not expect this story to be read by the guy who made the song that inspired me. I mean wow.

Fourth: Don't read this chapter. It's not good.

Epilogue: One Last Letter.

Her quill floated above the letter, ink slowly dripping on the paper, staining the empty sheet. She wanted to reply. She really did. But she promised. Promised herself she'd stop. To shut herself of when her sister came back. She thought it be easy. She thought it wouldn't hurt. How wrong she was.

Over the years, from the day she stopped Twilight's magic outburst, to the day Twilight saved her sister and destroyed Nightmare Moon, she had gotten to know her faithful student more and more. Eventually she didn't see Twilight as her student anymore, but almost as a daughter.

But now she had to let her go. For her sister.

It's because of the amount of friends she made back then is what caused Luna's jealousy and hate. Because she made friends and Luna didn't. Her friends caused her to become more and more distant from her sister, to the point where she couldn't even see that she was jealous. It taught her one of the most important lessons: Friendship is magic, but magic isn't always good.

And now, to not hurt her sister like that again, she had to distance herself from Twilight. She had to, It was a necessary evil.

So, why?

Why did it hurt so much?

And everytime she received one of Twilight's letters, it hurt more. And more. And she had a feeling it would never stop. Not even if Twilight died. Not until she died herself.

Faust only knew how long that would be.

She had to resist the urge to answer every letter. She failed the first few. Why did she sent those gala tickets? Why did she subject herself to even more pain? She knew why. And she hated the answer.

She loved Twilight. She still does at this very moment.

And now she had almost written back again. She picked up the stained letter with her and threw it away, automatically grabbing a new one.

She stared at it for minutes, though they felt like hours. She then placed it on her bureau and picked up her quil again, levitating it to the paper. She dipped the quil in her inkwell, brought it back to the paper, and wrote

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

I'm sorry.

Signed,

Celestia.

As she stared at the letter for a few more seconds, a tear rolled down her face, falling on top of the letter, leaving one single stain on the last letter she'll ever write to Twilight.

It hurt.

She picked up the letter.

It hurt so much.

She rolled it up.

She despised the pain.

And she sent it to Twilight.

But the pain was necessary. It was her punishment for hurting her sister all those years ago.

She just wished that she could've spared Twilight.