The Third Princess

Mistmane lay on the guest bed in Twilight's library. In the last week or so, she had settled into a routine. Get up. Disguise- Rarity had made several wonderful outfits that could cover the wings. Read. Eat breakfast. Go for a walk. Eat lunch. Read. Practice magic. Eat dinner. Go for another walk. Turn out light. Conjure raincloud. Take shower. Go to bed. Sleep. Still, she had nagging doubts.

You know what the problem is. You're too cowardly to say it. You're a FAILURE AS AN ALICORN!

But she couldn't tell them. They wouldn't trust her. No. She could never tell them about... about Bleeding Haze.

Mistmane sighed. She couldn't keep doing this. Around all these ponies. She'd had a thousand years to regain her power. What if she lost control? That settled it. She couldn't tell them. After all, how could she trust others... when she couldn't even trust herself?