Author's Note

I hope you liked this small interlude I wrote for you while I'm essay writing.

Stay dizzy. Wuzzy out.

Interlude VII- Wings

TWILIGHT POV

"Jeez! Noire and Cadance have had an eventful heat!" I was reading another letter Cadance had sent me, telling me all about how they were starting a herd with Tidal Horn, and how Ayra, the changeling they had found, evolved into a changeling queen, making me itch with excitement to visit them again. After we had made up and repairs in Ponyville were completely, things had gone smoothly. The giant castle seemed a bit excessive, but nothing I couldn't handle. The problem I had to deal with next came in the form of two large wings on my back.

I began noticing the problem as soon as I laid down in my bed for the first time. The new, sudden pressure I felt, pressing my wings onto the mattress. They demanded recognition. They demanded air. I sat up and stared at nothing as the realisation dawned on me like the sun on the horizon. "I'm a princess." I wanted in that moment to rip off the forsaken things, and run out of this gaudy room, and find where my library had gone. That was home. The soft mattress begged my return with a long creak as I got out of bed and went out to my balcony, where the stifling feeling did not feel so overwhelming. I leaned on the railing and sighed.

I could recall my friends staring at my new form back at the party, but I never quite noticed the change until then. I was a head taller, my stature, much wider. It was like I was just bit closer to the sky than I was before. The sky... My wings started to expand against my best wishes. I wanted to deny this feeling because deep down, I knew. I closed y wings with cruel authority "I don't deserve this."

My ascension was a matter of circumstance. I was granted power I couldn't control as a last ditch effort to save our nation. I kept wondering why we couldn't simply band together like we always did, confront the enemy like we always did, and come out victorious like we always did. I wanted to trust in them like I always did, but this time, when the threat of death felt closer to our necks than ever, I just couldn't shake that feeling. If Tirek hadn't spared them, simply killed them out of spite, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Becoming the sole monarch of Equestria, seemed like a fate worse than death.

"It seems you are also having some trouble sleeping," the voice of my mentor sounded from behind me "May I ask what keeps you up?"

"Only if I get to ask you the same," I said with confidence, or perhaps exhaustion. The body and mind's condition were easy to confuse. I quickly realised what I had said and jumped to a start "OhmygodCelestiaIamsosorrypleaseforgivemeformymisconduct-" I was interrupted by a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Calm yourself, you have done nothing wrong. Honestly, I am happy you are finally beginning to loosen up around me. We are both princesses after all." That word slapped me in the face with such brute force, I had to turn away, because I was scared of crying in front of the pony I respected more than almost any creature in Equus. Celestia noticed my anguish and took a spot beside me "I see you are not taking your title with as much joy as you did during the party."

"It was probably because of the adrenaline rush, but I hardly noticed what a pair of wings on my back and horn on your head really meant. Now that I've cooled off, I can feel everything much better than before. I feel like I could beat Applejack and Rainbow Dash in arm-wrestling at the same time," I let out dry chuckle, with wet tears falling into my mouth. Celestia brought me into a warm hug. It was both suffocating and suffocating "We could have taken them together."

"Maybe."

"I wouldn't have needed to accept this power."

"Possibly."

"We could've won.

"I know."

"Dammit, don't you have anything else to say for yourself!?"

A long breath pushed Celestia's bosom against me.

"I'm sorry."

I fell asleep crying in her arms.