The Sparkle Letters

Dear Princess,

I spoke with Chrysalis today. Asked her why she was here, and received the same response as yesterday--that she wanted to apologize, that she wanted 'forgiveness'. I didn't believe her, of course.

Then, she tried to demoralize me--she began babbling about this world's lack of magic, and insisted that humans were disgusting creatures whose only desire is to harm others. Once again, I did not believe her. Barack has been so kind to me. How could such a horrible species have such a kind individual in it? Surely humans can't be monsters, as Chrysalis claimed.

But now that I'm writing this letter--now that I've retired to the couch, and Chrysalis to a pile of pillows in the kitchen--now I'm having second thoughts. After all, the humans' God is a terrible thing, and so was Hitler--why, both of them were far worse than any being that I know of in Equus. I worry that humans really are terrible creatures. I wonder if Chrysalis really is lying. But there has to be magic in this world...right?

Your worried student, Twilight Sparkle.

She wouldn't listen! Of course she wouldn't listen. Nobody would listen to a Changeling, a liar. I have always hated her, but now--now I only hate myself.

I wake up in the middle of the night, as the creature--the human, Barack--retrieves something from his refridgerator. He sees that I have been crying again. He asks if I am okay. Twilight mentioned that in his world, our story is simply a story--and that he knows things about us that only our closest friends do. He knows what I am. How can he be kind to me? As he wraps his arms around me, I drift off into a confused sleep.