*Day 54,750*

The door creaked its’ protest at being opened for the first time in over a hundred years. The dark cell illuminated by the light in the hall. The lavender alicorn in the center of the cell took some time to process the change before darting underneath the bed against the wall.

Something foreign had disturbed It. Light was new to It and It didn’t like new things. It liked the small dwelling It had occupied for so long. The space was quiet and still. Nothing changed unless It made it. Something was here with It now. It didn’t want to share but It also didn’t want to fight. Hurt was bad It knew. It wasn’t sure what there was to hurt since It was all It knew but some ingrained instinct told her that bad things would happen if It fought.

“Twilight?”

The noise was both familiar and painful to It. It couldn’t remember what the noise was from but It knew it and the sound cut through the long lasting silence that It had grown accustomed to. The sound was bad. The sound wanted to punish It.

It recoiled and It attempted to make itself as small as possible so the noise would leave. It was good. It would show the noise that It was good and then the noise would not punish It. There were more noises but they got louder the longer they continued.

“Twilight,” the noise sounded again.

This time the noise sounded…..It didn’t know. It knew It didn’t like the way the noise sounded. It had been bad. It must have been because that noise meant It did something wrong. The noise was going to punish It now for sure.

“It’s alright,” the noise persisted. There was a sound of shuffling and a figure came into view. “You can come out.

It knew the figure, the figure would punish It. It caught a glimpse of shapes behind the figure and It inched a bit forward to get a better view. When the figure reached out to It, It pulled back and pressed itself against the wall. The figure was trying to hurt It.

“No, Twilight, it’s okay. You’re safe. It’s okay.” The figure was making noises again and the noise changed pitch, breaking in and out.

It just wanted the noises to stop. It placed its arms over its ears to muffle the sound. The figure finally stopped making noise and It looked out from under the bed. The figure was sitting against the far wall looking at the bed. It pulled back just in case the figure decided to try to hurt It but peeked out once more when the figure didn’t move.

It studied the figure. Pearl white fur, rainbow colored hair, horn and wings. It had a horn and wings. It wondered if the figure’s wings were real. Slowly, It approached. Whenever the white one moved It made sure to retreat back to the safety of the space under the bed. Eventually It was in front of the white one and It reached out a finger and poked the white one before darting back, not all the way to the bed but far enough away that the white one wouldn’t be able to hurt It.

The white one showed its’ teeth and It tensed but relaxed when nothing else happened. After It approached again It reached out and touched one of the wings. Somewhere is Its’ mind it recalled that the showing of one’s teeth was referred to as a smile. “Do you like them?” the white one asked. It wished the white one would stop making so many noises. It rubbed it’s ears in discomfort. In a whisper the white one asked, “Do your ears hurt?”

It wanted to let the white one know that the white one was right but wasn’t sure how. The noise hurt. It put its fingers on the white one’s mouth then put them on her ears and repeated the process a few times.

“Okay,” The white one whispered. “No loud noises.”

The white one liked making sounds maybe if It used sounds too the white one would leave It alone. It tried to mimic the noises the white one kept making. It chose the sound that it heard the most. “Oh-K-ay.” The white one seemed surprised, and made a strange face that made It feel happy and nervous.

“Oh-K-ay?” It repeated, confused. “Oh-K-ay?”

“Twilight,” the white one whispered.

It didn’t like how the white one sounded and pulled back. Was It in trouble?

“Oh-K-ay?” It whimpered.

“Twilight,” the white one whispered. “do you remember me?”

It wasn’t sure what to do. The noises It made clearly didn’t make the white one happy and if the white one wasn’t happy then It would be punished. So It had no choice but to remain silent.

“I’m Celestia, remember?” The white one said. “Celestia.”

It tilted it’s head in confusion. Did the white one want her to repeat that sound?

“Celestia.” The white one repeated brokenly.

“C-el-tia.” It mimicked cautiously.

“Yes, Celestia.”

“Cel-es-tia”

The white one smiled. It was happy and repeated the sound many times. The white one was pleased and so that meant It wasn’t going to be punished. The white one reached for It and It retreated. It thought the white one was happy, why was the white one trying to hurt It? It moved back under the bed and observed the white one. What had It done to make the white one angry?

*Flashback*

“Princess Celestia!” a young lavender filly exclaimed with glee.

“Twilight Sparkle, my Faithful Student,”

*End Flashback*

“Pr-Pr-in-cess?” It asked.

“Yes?” the white one answered.

“Pr-in-cess?”

“Yes, Twilight?”

The white one responded to the sound. Was that the white one’s name? Maybe the white one was angry because It didn’t use the white one’s name?

“Prin-cess.”

“Yes, I’m Princess Celestia, remember?”

It was tired. There were so many new things in her little dwelling. New sounds and Princess, the light. It had also had to move a lot more recently than it had in a long time. It was exhausted. Maybe It could continue exchanging noises with Princess after a nap? It yawned and curled up under the bed where it was safe for a nap. Slowly, It fell asleep.

Author's Note

This chapter and the next few are going to be annoying/difficult to write. While I know where I want to go having to write the same phrase over and over again in order to convey how Twilight or "It" views things instead of writing other phrases that spice up the chapter and feel less annoying is as I said difficult and annoying. Its like instead of being able to say 'the purple princess' or 'newest princess', 'the princess of friendship' 'purple pony' 'the overly stressed unicorn' its just 'purple pony' over and over. I will be so glad when it's over.