Trinity of Time: Fate and Change
Scene 3 Act 2 Part 1 (Lavender)
Previous ChapterNext Chapter"She's such a bitch!" Get out of my face! What's wrong with her?! Stop taking. Did her parents drop her on her head or something?! What did you say?! Wow... Somepony didn't get enough loving as a foal... As a matter of fact, I didn't. Do you have a problem with that? Ya heard the rumors about her? I hear she's mentally insane.
Enough already! I've had it with ponies, and their ignorant ways. And they dare call me the animal. That's why I like it here; I can scream as loud as I want, do what pleases me, and there is nopony to bother me, or nag me about it. Here I stand, held up by a cool breeze, pondering my place in the world. One day, I will outgrow these castle walls. One day, I will leave Canterlot. Even Celestia's grasp can't hold me here forever. Sigh... After that, where will I go? Life is an open door, with lions waiting on the other side, famished for blood and tears.
My brain keeps reminding me that this is just a forest, another kingdom where I don't belong. Yet, a part of me feels like there is more to this place than my eye can see. I hear crickets chirping all around me. Life never really rests; when one goes to sleep, another awakens. Right now, I am asleep. When will I awaken? Are all these dreams really within my reach? Ack... I don't know... The sheer openness of the woods are as frightening as they are soothing.
I am technically outside of Canterlot's walls right now. I could run away right now, without turning back. The Princesses can't hold me here forever. I readied myself by stretching my hooves, bending my forelegs forwards in a running position. This is it; this is where the rest of my life begins! Ready?! Set?! Set?! Set? Set... Set... Ready? G... G... Suddenly, my legs felt stiff as stone. My limbs couldn't move, yet there was nobody holding me back with magic. Why can't I run?! Why?! Why can't I run? Why? Why... Run! Run!
Why am I screaming my thoughts out loud now? "Show yourself! Why are you holding me back Celestia! Show yourself! You too Luna! Celestia! Luna! Teacher! Princesses!" My throat went dry from all that screaming. Nopony answered, just a calm wind whistling by. I kept my head down, making sure my mane covered my eyes. Nopony could see me like this. Nopony could see my face like this. The ruthless Lavender, one of Canterlot's finest, one who dares strive for, and one day surpass the legendary Twilight Sparkle. I am Lavender, the selfish, narcissistic, soulless bitch of Canterlot's Magical Academy. I can't let them see... I can't let them break me... I can't... I can't...
Bitter tears gushed down my pampered cheeks, taking away everything fake about me. My dark eyeliner is going to smear everywhere. My hair's going to be a mess tomorrow. My face... I don't want them to see my face. It's not perfect! My eyelashes aren't perfect yet! I have to fix my fake eyelashes. I have to apply new makeup. I have to put the eyeliner back on. I'll need someone to style my mane again. They'll need to place that tiara just right again.
I can't back to town looking like this. I have to look presentable! I have to... I have to look perfect! I have to make sure they never see my real face. I can't let them... Stop... Enough... Stop laughing at me! There's nothing wrong with me! There's absolutely... No! I don't want to wear it! Stop! This isn't me... This isn't right... Trendy? What do you mean by trends? It'll make me popular... Can it bring me friends? Yes?! It can?! Yes! It can! It's perfect! I'm perfect! I am... I am perfect... I have... I have friends now... Don't cry... You have friends now... You have friends, right? Right?! Somepony answer me! Mother... Father... Mommy... Mommy... Daddy... Why did you leave me?! ANSWER ME!!!
I couldn't hold it back anymore. Keeping them imprisoned does nothing more than hurt my face. However, if I let them escape, they'll ruin my perfect visage. Maybe just a little bit... It was no use; once there was a crack in the dam, as small and insignificant as it may seem, the flood must come. I cried an ocean of the bitterest tears, and my only reply was the howls of timberwolves afar.
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