Twilight Sparkle. Princess, magician, scientist, and scholar. In the years after her friends death, her memory of them fades, a little to quickly. Soon, everything begins to fade. At this point, is she even the same pony anymore?

I wrote this as an attempt to try out writing a story rather than an essay. I would appreciate helpful criticism. If this sucks, please tell me why beyond "It was shitty." Thank you.