"I-I'm sorry, mistress! Please, have mercy!"
"Hmm. You understand the magnitude of your mishap, yes?" The servant gave a hasty nod, so fast I could almost hear his neck crack. "Well then because you have served me well since your arrival, you may be pardoned. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind, filth."
"Yes, mistress..." He said, shambling away with his messy grey tail between his legs.
"Oh, Celestia... How wrong you were. To think that I, your faithful student, number one pupil, could have been sooo blind. Ha." I said, staring at the tattered painting hung on the wall. Frame broken, covered in dust. The fool deserved no better than to remain nothing but a bad memory. So beautiful... "But that's in the past. You can hear me, can't you? You know every word, every opinion I have about you. I don't care. Not like you can change anything now. I've done away with you. Disposed of Luna, obliterated every single one of those damned insects, and Discord is nothing more than a nervous wreck. Are you proud? Happy for the success of your faithful student? Of course not. All that horseshit about friendship. All the tests, adventures and psychological torture you put me through. It was all because you knew you couldn't handle it. You lied. You could have avoided this while situation if you had just told me the truth. The whole truth. I am powerful, and always was. Nothing could have defeated me, us, if you had just told me what I had. This power, this... This gift. But as I said, that's in the past. Everything you once knew and loved is nothing but ruble and dust, a forgotten age of prosperity. Happy ponies, living their lives to the fullest they believed possible. All gone. All thanks to that book... The one you had hidden away. I did keep my friends around, however. Yes, they may not be the same, but I see it as personal growth. And I can tell by their faces that they quite enjoy my hallway. Good thing too, because it's all they're going to see for a long time. A very long time. Almost makes me regret wiping out the others, but what's done is done. I'm sure I'll figure something out."
"After all," I paused to look at my mirror, mounted on the side of my mangled throne. Sure enough, the tears were flowing. "I was your number one." I wonder where the feeling went.
