Destiny

Exactly sixteen years, forty-five days and six hours later Twilight was pulling off a night-time-study-session. Not that she would be caught dead calling it that way.

Quite literally in fact, since any association of the word "night" with "time to rest" was punishable by beheading. She hadn't ever heard of this law to be followed through, but she knew better than to take chances.

It also wasn't really correct in a technical sense.

But ever since her mother had sung  her to bed in early foalhood she couldn't help to think of it that way.

The giant bookshelves of the archives of her Empress' Royal Unicorn Academy

So Twilight closed the book and instead tried to wrap her mind around the spellwork.

She should have known that this wouldn't end well.

"Miss Shadowquill? Why isn't Twilight reading?

Twilight internally cursed. She should have at least left the book open. That way she could have kept the illusion that she was doing what everypony else was doing. But a quick glance told her that it was too late - Miss Shadowquill was already coming her way.