Twilight stood in the middle of the room. The other three Princesses stood in a semicircle around her.

"Twilight, are you ready?"Celestia asked.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight answered,"Yes."

The process began. All three let go of their magic and it collected into a ball above Twilight. Then it sank into her, and like a sponge, she absorbed it all.

"Wait,"she suddenly thought,"Where am I?"

She was no longer in the throne room of Canterlot Castle. This was the lane in Canterlot where she had lived before she had become Celestia's protegé.

Then she gasped. A 3-year old version of herself stood with her best friends. One was an orangish-yellow filly with a red and yellow striped mane. The other was another lavender filly but with a mane of purple with turquoise stripes. None of them had cutie marks. But they didn't need to. Twilight recognized them immediately. The 3-year-old Twilight Sparkle was standing with Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer.

Celestia fell to her knees. When she could, she raised her head to see her former pupil groaning and gasping as if in pain.

Then, in a burst of light, Celestia heard Twilight fall to the floor.

When the dust cleared, Celestia saw something she had never expected to see. It was Twilight, just standing there, but with her features dramatically changed. Her lavender coat was ever so slightly darker. Her wings were that of a vulture's, dark and purple with a thin line of turquoise running through them. Her horn looked a little like the Changeling Queen's but instead of uniformly dark, it was glowing turquoise. Her mane and tail were a mess, somehow floating up above her head. Her eyes were turquoise with contracted purple pupils. Her hooves glowed turquoise. She was wearing a dress of purples and pinks that made her look great and scary all at once. On her neck, she wore a purple necklace with a pink, six-pointed star on it. But the worst part, the very worst part, was Twilight's cutie mark. It was no longer a pink star with a white background star and five small white stars surrounding it. Instead, it was a six-pointed ninja star. One point was dripping with blood and pointing to something that made Celestai's blood run cold. It was her cutie mark. A sun.

Looking at the other two princesses, Celestia knew they were looking at... at... this thing which had replaced Twilight.

Pain. It was the only thing that Twilight could feel as she remembered. Her friends, gone without a word. Letters, written in a pony's blood, begging for a savior, for asylum from her abusive uncle. That last look, the one that both friends had given Twilight the last time they had seen each other. The look, the one that said, nothing will ever be the same again. And the reason, the true reason why Twilight had forgiven Sunset Shimmer in the human world.

Most ponies believed that Twilight's best friends were Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie. Some added Spike to that list. Everyone but her family believed that she never had friends, true friends before that. But they were wrong.

As the memories were unleashed, Twilight's thoughts fixed upon the reason that she and her true, actual friends were torn apart. Celestia.

Author's Note

Okay. This is what I based the evil-ish Twilight of off. Love the picture.
[url=Midnight Sparkle Pony Form]Evil Twilight