The Sparkle Letters

As the larger creature walked away, the smaller one propped itself up on its forelimbs and made a strange, coughing noise. I crept closer, wondering what it was doing--and I discovered that it was crying. It was in pain. Its clothes were in tatters, and I realized that--despite being unable to feed on their emotions--why, their emotions still existed. I realized that the reason I was starving was not because this is a world without emotion--it is because it is a world without magic to carry that emotion. And, even though they have no magic to speak of...they had still found a way to affect each other. To hurt each other.

I realized in that moment that the larger creature was not doing this for the thrill of hunting, but for the thrill of hurting. What kind of creature hurts another of its kin, knowing that it will gain nothing, purely for the sensation of hurting someone?

Me. I am that creature. Moon save me.

Dear Princess,

Firstly, I wish to assure you that I am not in danger, and that I have not been harmed. I tell you this because Chrysalis had somehow followed me to this world.

When I saw her, she was lying in the mouth of an alleyway. Barack gasped when he saw her, and I nearly leapt into battle then and there. But when I called her name, she didn't even lift her head. I demanded to know why she was here, and in response...she burst into tears and begged forgiveness.

Right now, Chrysalis is in the bathroom, washing herself. I am guarding the door, to ensure that Barack is not endangered. She surely has some sort of evil plan. I told Barack to be careful, and taught him a secret code phrase, so that we can identify each other for sure. I'm not going to let anybody else be hurt by her lies.

Your watchful student, Twilight Sparkle.