It has been eight years since the death of Twilight Sparkle.
Eight years full of unfortunate events and gruesome deaths that have changed all of us for the ultimate worse.
And we owe it all to her.
Princess Twilight Stella Sparkle.
The snow blew across the field and stuck in her hair. Her eyes were squeezed shut in unspeakable pain. On her side was a giant opening spilling out blood. Her clothes were covered with blood and snow. Her violet eyes brimmed with tears. She knew this was the end.
A figure appeared behind her. She didn't notice. All she could do was yell as a beam of magic was shot into her behind.
Time seemed to slow as she fell to the ground in a heap.
Her eyes flew open. They were scarlet red. Robotically, she stood up. A purple energy ball formed at the tip of her horn.
The princess had been transformed. Into a Crystal Empire robot slave.
