My Little Twilight

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A New Derpy Day

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The original file for Twilight Sparkle had been opened by mistake, copied and the copy altered. (The wings, horn and mark had been excluded; almost as if the copy had been intended as a template, for creative purposes.)

Why it had happened, none knows, none may ever know. Yet, it had happened, all the same. The result is out there, for everyone to see. (Undeniably so.)

At midnight, the file is rendered; “Ping” is heard, but none is noticing it.

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The following morning, I am waking up in my bed; just as I had each and every morning, since the day I had been born. (Nothing more to it, plain and simple.)

“Strange..” I ponder; “I distinctly recall having a horn.. and wings!” I conclude.

“Yet..”I ponder, trying to examine myself while I still remain under the quilt; “I just can’t seem to find a single trace, of either!” I realize, in stark shock. (The Horn.. and the wings had become an integral part of my identity, the Pony I had grown up to be! Yet, neither of them are to be found.)

“Oh, well..” I mumble, as I fold the corner of the quilt up against the wall; before I slip my hooves out from under it and consequently find myself, sitting on the side of my bed.

With just a little push, I find myself slipping over the edge of the bed; falling down onto the floor, beside the bed.

“Thud, thud..” is heard, as my hooves are hitting the floor. (Just with a distinct squeaking noise.)

“Oh..” I mouth, my lips forming a distinct Capital “Oh” in the process.

At first, I had intended to head for the door; stepping out of my room, on my way to the kitchen. Just that I am changing my mind; turning towards the wardrobe at the hoof end of the room, trotting over to the doors to the wardrobe.

The two twin doors had been lacquered a deep, dark shade of the Lavender Purple of my coat of fur.

A purple mare is facing me (in greeting), as I am opening the doors to the daytime wardrobe; where I had been expecting to find the clothes, I hope to wear for the day. The hue of her is the same as the hue on the doors to my wardrobe. Though I notice her lips being a much deeper shade with considerably more gloss to the finish. She is also wearing a matching eye-shadow.

Just like me, she does not have her mark, just yet. I have no idea, why.

Just like me; she had neither wings, nor horn.

Otherwise, she does look as if she had been my reflection, from the memories I still have..

She is smiling at me; and I find myself smiling back at her, in response. (How could I not?)

On the left side of the wardrobe, I can see a set of strange clothes. I have a pair of light pinkish tan tights and top; hanging together as an ensemble, as Rarity would have expressed it. Aside from this ensemble; I can see a matching short, short-sleeved top with deep midnight blue wings. I also have a selection of diadems; each with a distinctly shaped horn stags or antlers. (Unicorn, Deer and more.)

I take a moment, to myself; examining and scrutinizing the garments offered to me. My reflection follows suit, as if she had a will of her own; examining the offerings with me, yet stays silent during the entire examination.

“Interesting..” I finally mouth, as I am taking a moment to consider what I had been presented.

“Curious..” I hear my reflection opine; “just imagine the possibilities; if and when you do choose to explore what these could offer!” she finally proposes.

“Yes..” I respond; “I guess I should be trying these out, at some point!” I confirm.

I had accepted her suggestion. Just that I am not feeling as if it is what I want to wear right now. With that; my gaze is shifting to the right side of the wardrobe, where I can see the more interesting options befitting a Pony has been located. (My attention is setting the stage, determining the direction of who I am to become!).

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I find a deep, midnight blue skirt; pulling it out without a thought, stepping right into it with practiced ease.

The next option is a medium short vest, matching the skirt I had just slipped on. This ensemble is available in a selection of colours I can mix and match as I please.

Both the vest and the skirt comes in a few different styles and lengths as well. I even have a few shirts and jackets to choose from; but I choose to ignore them, for the time being. (I may consider these, at some point; but that is not today, not right now.)

Satisfied with myself and the selection I had made, in the selection of ensemble; I take a step back, closing the wardrobe behind me. (Just not before the mare in the mirror had stepped out behind me!!)

Curious, is she and actual Pony (living with me!).

“Oh!” I mouth, as I see the mare following me out of the wardrobe; “She is real?” I ponder, as I see her taking on physical substance as she is moving further and further away from the wardrobe. (My wardrobe, of daytime wears.)

“It would seem, you have made a (Life-)choice; in the clothes you chose, and consequently slipped into!” she explains.

“So it would seem!” I respond, not quite sure; but confirming her statement, all the same.

“I will be your companion, as you accepted me..” she proposes; “following you, as the Spirit of Twilight!” she concludes.

“Welcome, to the family!” I respond. (Since I had already accepted her, I could as well welcome her!!)

She is nodding in acknowledgment, before she is leading me out of the room; only stopping to open and closing the door.

“Should I have been examining these clothes further?” I ponder; “But; I did not feel like wearing them, right now!” I conclude.

“You do need your breakfast..” she interjects; “before you can consider anything, seriously!” she informs me, with a light melodic snicker to her voice.

“Uh, yes..” I respond; “I do need my breakfast!” I conclude; “But alas, so do you!” I finally do add.

She just nods, as she is leading me down the flight of stairs towards the living room.

I promptly follow her, without grumbling or protesting. (Well; why should I be protesting, when I know she is right?) She IS right, I know that without a doubt.

I trot down the flight of stairs with practiced ease, after I had lived in the tower while I was studying directly under Princess Celestia. (and later living in the Golden Oak Library in Ponyville.)

I had enjoyed my time with the Princess (of Day); as her prodigy, immensely. (How could I not?)

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In delight; I notice the polished Oak-Wood Parquet, the floor had been laid with. (Considering how it is reminiscent of my old home at the Golden Oak Library, my first home in Ponyville.) This fact alone, brings a smile to my face.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak..” is heard, as I am trotting over to the sofa table.

Naturally, I could not fail to notice the three seated cinematic sofa behind the table; facing the full screen covering the entire short wall, before me. As opposed to my expectation; this sofa had not been clad with leather, but glossy black silicone. (It almost feels like the cloud sofa at Rainbow Dash’s home.) Jet; the surface of the silicone is smooth and unrelenting, even as elastic as it may be.

“Open the cover on the foreleg rest on your right!” she is instructing me.

As I do, I find a stash of Sparkle Cola and Rad Cola neatly lined up and well cooled to perfect temperature for enjoying the beverage.

“Ooh..” I exclaim.

“Now; if you were to open the foreleg cover on your right, just to see what you have?” she incites.

Since this is my home; what is hidden, is for me to enjoy.

Once I had extracted a Sparkle cola and closed the foreleg rest on my right; I open the foreleg rest on my left, just to see what treasure it may be hiding. (Well; of course I had to examine the content, after she had made the point. Didn’t I?)

There is no Sparkle Cola, under the second foreleg rest, should there have been? Just as there is no beverage, hidden in this second compartment. (Why should there be?)

She is looking at me, with curiosity. Almost as if she had known something, something I do not yet know.

While I am busy, examining my hidden treasure; she is trotting over to the shelf, where the headset had been placed. She is holding it in her semi translucent hoof for a moment; the headset is warming up to her touch, before she comfortably and competently places it onto her head. (It seemingly vanishes, as it is adjusting to her fur colour.)

“Whoa!!” she exclaims, standing in the middle of the room.

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“The Citizen count just went up..” the Mayor’s Assistant exclaims.

“Oh..” the Mayor responds; “We still have room for a few more Citizens!” she continues.

“Accounting is so fun, convenient..” the Assistant opines; “when you can track the progress, just by going over a spreadsheet!” she suggests.

“Then you would know, where the new Citizen lives and who she may be?” the Mayor inquires.

“Curious..” the Assistant mouths; “It, it, it..” she stammers; “it’s Twilight and Harmony!” she concludes.

“Curious..” the Mayor responds.

“Just that there is no listing of her Tribe!” the Assistant fills in.

“So; she is neither: Earthpony, Pegasus, Unicorn or even an Alicorn?” the Mayor inquires.

“She is not even listed as unknown..” the assistant supplies; “the field is simply blank!” she concludes.

“Oh..” the Mayor mouths, “how curious!” she concludes, after a moment of contemplation.

“However; the allocatable resources went up..” the Assistant puts forth; “equivalent to eight Ponies!” she concludes.

“You say that Two Ponies were allocated resources for a total of Eight Ponies?” the Mayor inquires.

“That is, what my spreadsheet is saying, yes!” the Assistant confirms.

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School

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Author’s Note: Profoundly prophetic purple prose promptly proliferating profusely!