Ribbon continued to glare down at her new younger sister, grumbling in a harsh, irritated voice, unable to believe all of this. Angel, however, looked up at her mom worriedly yet still didn't say anything. Ribbon frowned, the filly was too quiet for well...a filly. 'What a goody little two hooves....mommy's little girl, and a false foal. Could this be any worse?'

''Ribbon, will you take little Angel to your room to get to know each other.'' said her father, it wasn't a request. It was a command and not one she particular liked. She knew not to disobey her father, nor would she ever want to. She adored and respected her father, and hated how he had the gut to remarry after her mother's premature death.

'Apparently, it can....I knew that I shouldn't have said that' thought the filly, with a big frown on her face. She glared down at the 'older than she looks' filly that rested in front of her. ''Come along then....'' she muttered, before silently adding the last bit. ''I'd rather not get in trouble...''

Angel didn't answer, worried about how she was meant to get along with Ribbon. She followed after the filly, thinking to herself about Ribbon and everything else. It was obvious that the older filly didn't care about her one bit and she didn't want to be a home with somepony who didn't like her. 'Not...again...please not again....'

Ribbon looked at the filly for a little while, having spotted a cutie mark on the filly's hip. She didn't believe the filly's mother at first about Angel's 'illness' or whatever but seeing a cutie mark on a foal's body made her realize it. She stared at the cutie mark for a bit, trying to figure out what it meant. It was a wing with dust particles floating off it, went with her name she guessed. It was similar to how her cutie mark, a ribbon surrounded by various notes fitted her name.

''Aren't you going to say anything?'' grumbled Ribbon, from in front of her. As she stared at the filly, she noticed that the pegasus's wings weren't actually joined to her back like the wings of a pegasus are meant to be. In fact, they looked like angel wings, like the ones she had seen on Princess Twilight's daughter's back, though they were linked to the back. Also, she noticed a almost blankness in the filly's eyes like she had seen something she didn't want to in her past.

No response came from the smaller filly. Ribbon got frustrated, turned around, with a heavy, big glare on her purple features. ''How the hell am I meant to get along with a filly who won't even speak. Now stop being silent and speak, for Celestia's buckin' sake. Freakin' cat got your tongue or something, cause that what it feels like!''

Angel whimpered under the glare and shout, as blurred out, black and white images filled her mind. Many having her, in a even smaller body trying to keep other fillies around her only to have them shun her and call her a 'freak' and a 'false foal' though their voices were obscured but lip movements made it obvious what they were saying. The memories plagued the young fillies mind promoting tears to flood her eyes, as a small whimper came from her cream lips as her facial skin brightened to a sickening white. ''....N-not...again....''

Ribbon blinked and stepped back a bit, obviously surprised by the weak cry coming from the 'mute'. She stared at the filly, with shock in her eyes and just the quiver of worry and concern. After all, the filly looked like she was about to faint. Angel continued to sway but she gained a bit of weak control, panting heavily. She continued to speak, in a small, desperate voice. ''....D-don't......hurt me....please......n-not again....p-please.''

After that small voice whimpered out, the filly feel to the ground in a strong thud. Despite not wanting to care, the scene was in slow motion for Ribbon as she watched the filly fall into the faint. She ran over to tiny foal and picked her up, looking down at her worriedly. Had she taken it too far, or was it something else?

Author's Note

Sorry about the short chapter, there wasn't much to go into this chapter but I tried to get it as long as possible. By the way, 'Twilight's daughter'. If you read my story 'Angel' then you should know who I mean by that phrase. Cause it is Timid Butterfly/Angel Wings.