A hollow knocking echoed through the long corridors of Canterlot Castle as Empress Celestia slowly and thoughtfully retreated to her private chambers. The steps of her metal-covered hooves on the marble floor created a melancholic echo that broke the silence of the majestic halls. The high, richly decorated walls and the magnificent tapestries seemed to lose their life in the twilight, as the shadows grew longer and the colors duller.

The massive doors to her chambers opened silently, and Celestia stepped inside. Her private quarters were the stuff of many myths, which only a few ponies had ever glimpsed. It was said that the most precious treasures in the world were hidden here. But the truth could not have been further from these rumors. While the palace shone in decadent splendor, Celestia's private chambers were marked by a subtle, almost bourgeois simplicity.

The walls were painted in warm, earthy tones, and the floor was covered with soft, hand-woven rugs. A simple bed made of dark wood stood in one corner, flanked by a small nightstand with an old-fashioned oil lamp. In the center of the room was a low table surrounded by cushions inviting one to sit. Shelves full of books and scrolls lined the walls, and a gentle light from candles illuminated the room, bathing everything in a warm, golden glow.

Celestia let her wings hang slightly and moved slowly to a chair near the window, which offered a wide view over the city and the surrounding land. She sat down and closed her eyes, reflecting on the events of the day. The memories of Twilight's magical outburst, which had turned the exam room into a chaotic battlefield, were still fresh in her mind.

"Twilight Sparkle," she murmured softly, as if she wanted to taste the name of the young foal. "You are exactly as I always imagined you."

She opened her eyes and looked into the darkening sky. The stars began to appear in the distance, and their faint light reminded her of times long past, epochs that were long gone but never forgotten. "It won't be long," she whispered with a mix of reverence and melancholy. Her gaze wandered from the twinkling stars in the sky to the expansive view before her. The lights of the various districts of Canterlot flickered lively, while in the distance, some remote villages blossomed in the shadow of the capital. Celestia smiled as she looked at her kingdom, but behind that smile lay deep contemplation.

In these lonely moments, alone with her thoughts, Celestia felt the crushing weight of centuries on her shoulders. Her gaze wandered to the dreaded Everfree Forest, a dark scar in the landscape, marked by wild, untamed magic. This sinister place embodied an ancient darkness that haunted not only the landscape but also the hearts of her ponies. It was a darkness that had taken much from her and that she had sworn to banish forever.

Celestia rose from her chair and strolled to her balcony. She closed her eyes and let the cool evening air wash over her. Her plan was beginning to take shape. Soon she would banish this darkness from the world. Her thoughts wandered back to the young unicorn, who was so much more than she herself knew. "You will achieve great things, Twilight Sparkle," Celestia murmured, feeling an unexpected warmth in her heart. "And I will ensure that you receive the guidance you need for it."

Far from the castle, Twilight materialized in a secluded, dark alley in the fifth district of the city. Her hooves hit the uneven cobblestones hard, and the echo of her steps quickly faded in the oppressive silence. Her coat was singed from the reckless teleportation spell, and she felt dizzy. The tall, dirty buildings loomed like threatening shadows around her, and the familiar stench of garbage and sewage hung in the air.

"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely more than a breath in the nocturnal stillness. "She will punish me. For sure."

Her eyes darted around nervously, searching for a way out of the oppressive darkness that surrounded her. The alley was empty, not a soul in sight. The cool night air seemed to cut through her skin, and she shivered from the cold and fear.

"I was there," she murmured. "I passed and then I ruined everything," she whimpered. Tears began to form in her eyes, which she quickly blinked away. The thoughts in her head swirled like a chaotic storm.

"I should never have passed. What was I thinking? Me, Twilight Sparkle, attending Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns and drinking tea with the Empress." She laughed bitterly, a sad, hollow sound in the darkness." Celestia will cast me out. Or worse, she'll throw me in the dungeon."

Twilight retreated further into the darkness of the alley, trying to calm her breathing, but her heart pounded against her chest. Her thoughts grew darker." Silver was right, I really don't know where my place is. I'm the biggest failure in Canterlot." She bit her tongue.

The moon cast a faint light on the dirty walls of the alley as Twilight lay in the darkness, trying to bear the weight of her mistakes and fears.

Twilight breathed heavily, her thoughts circling around the same question: What would she do now? She knew she had to return to the orphanage, but the thought of encountering another pony made her blood run cold. "There's no other place for a pony like me," she said resignedly and began to move.

The streets of the fifth district were deserted at this late hour. Only the faint rustling of the wind pushing garbage over the cobblestones could be heard. It was dark, and only the gentle light of the moon illuminated the alleys. The moon was a familiar companion and gave Twilight at least some comfort. Each step seemed louder than it should have been, and her fear grew with every moment.

Finally, she reached the old, dilapidated building that would forever be her home. The orphanage loomed darkly before her, the windows dark and eerie. It held nothing familiar, nothing that offered comfort or security. She paused briefly and took a deep breath before opening the creaking old wooden door and stepping inside. The hallway was dimly lit, and the floorboards creaked with each step, as if announcing her return.

Twilight tried to sneak quietly up the stairs, but the familiar voice of Mrs. Crinkle broke the silence. "Twilight Sparkle!" Her voice was sharp and angry, sending a cold shiver down Twilight's spine.

Mrs. Crinkle stood at the end of the hallway, staring at Twilight with angry eyes. Her expression was a mix of anger and disappointment. "Where have you been all this time?"

Twilight swallowed hard. "I... I was at the exam," she stammered.

"At what exam, Twilight? It's already past sunset. You know you're not allowed to stay out so late." Mrs. Crinkle continued to stare at Twilight with disapproval. "And the worst," she paused and reached into her saddlebag to pull out some books. "Stolen books, Twilight! What were you thinking?"

Twilight felt her heart sink. She knew there was no point in making excuses. "I... I just wanted to learn," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Mrs. Crinkle shook her head, her eyes narrowed with anger. "That's no reason to steal books! You've broken the rules and betrayed everyone's trust here. Do you know what could have happened if you were caught, Twilight?"

Twilight fought back the tears burning in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she finally said, her voice trembling. "I just wanted a chance."

"A chance?" Mrs. Crinkle laughed coldly. "A chance to ruin yourself? I'm glad Silver brought these books to my attention. Who knows what other trouble you could have gotten into. Do you want to end up in jail before you even grow up, Twilight?"

"N-No," stuttered Twilight, her voice barely more than a whisper. She felt as if her shoulders were being crushed under the weight of Mrs. Crinkle's words.

Mrs. Crinkle shook her head, her eyes sparkling with anger. "As punishment, you will have no free time for the next few weeks," she said sternly. "Every free minute will be spent working at the orphanage. And I will make sure you never do something so foolish again. Go to your room now and think about what you've done. The books stay with me."

Twilight wanted to protest, but the words stuck in her throat. Mrs. Crinkle turned away and left, the echo of her steps whipping through the hallways. Twilight stood still for a moment before turning and slowly climbing the stairs to her room.

When she finally reached her small room, she closed the door behind her with a bang and fell onto her bed. Her thoughts were a chaotic mess of shame, anger, and despair. She stared at the ceiling, unable to hold back the tears that now freely ran down her cheeks. "Stupid Twilight," she admonished herself and began to scream into her pillow.

"Some great magician I am," she thought bitterly. "Now, thanks to Silver, I'll never hold a book in my hooves again. I should have hidden them better. Why am I so stupid?" Her screams turned into a quiet sob, muffled by the pillow.

Twilight rolled onto her side and clutched the pillow tightly, as if it could protect her from the overwhelming reality. "Why did I even go to the exam? It was clear that I wouldn't succeed. It's only the entrance exam for the most famous magic school in the world, no big deal. It's not like every unicorn foal would love to go to that school or anything." She groaned in frustration and sniffled.

"Why did I have to believe that I was special? Why couldn't I just stay in my corner, stealing and reading books secretly?"

Finally, she closed her eyes and let the darkness envelop her. "I wish I could just disappear," she whispered before eventually falling into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with the ghostly shadows of her fears and insecurities. Twilight tossed and turned in her bed while outside, the night grew deeper over Canterlot.

The next morning at Canterlot Castle was entirely different. It was just before sunrise, and the last rays of a dying moon crept through the high windows of Celestia's chambers. The delicate beams of light painted shimmering patterns on the floor and bathed the room in a soft, silvery glow.

A quiet, peaceful atmosphere filled the chambers, and the silence was only interrupted by the faint rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant, gentle murmur of the city. Celestia cherished these early morning hours when the world still lay in a tender, silent twilight before the bustling day began.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked sleepily in the dim light. She sat up in her generous bed, the silky sheets rustling softly as she moved. Her multicolored hair flowed in gentle waves down her back, shimmering in the faint moonlight.

She sat on the edge of her bed and let her hooves glide onto the soft, hand-woven carpet that covered the floor. Celestia took a moment to enjoy the peaceful silence before finally rising and stepping through the door onto her balcony.

She tilted her head first to the left, then to the right, letting her neck crack. With a deep breath, she gathered her magic, which lit up around her horn in a warm, golden glow. The familiar, gentle power filled her as she focused on her daily task.

With a single, clear thought, she let the magic flow. Her horn shone brightly, and on the horizon, the sun began its ascent. The first rays broke through the darkness, bathing the world in a gentle, golden light and banishing the shadows of the night. It was a ritual she performed every morning, and yet it never lost its magic and significance.

Celestia stood still and watched as the sun slowly crept over the mountains, spreading its warmth and brightness across the land. The sky transformed from a dark blue to a vibrant pink and orange, and the birds began to sing their morning songs.

"A new day, a new chance," she murmured to herself as she shook off the last remnants of sleep and prepared for what lay ahead. Her thoughts wandered back to the events of the previous day and to Twilight Sparkle. A gentle smile played on her lips as she thought about the future that lay ahead for Twilight. But one step at a time. First, she had to find the filly and bring her into her care.

Celestia stepped back into her chambers and carefully considered how best to proceed. It would be unwise to simply run off and bring the filly to the castle. As the ruler of the land, she couldn't really move freely. Every action she took was closely watched, and it wouldn't take five minutes for half of Canterlot to know what she was doing. She had to act discreetly. The innocent filly should not be pushed further into the spotlight than necessary. Accordingly, Celestia needed a disguise to reach Twilight unnoticed without attracting unnecessary attention.

A mischievous grin appeared on her face as Celestia made her decision. With a deep breath and a clear goal in mind, she let her magic rise. Her horn began to glow in a familiar golden light, and the air around her started to shimmer.

Slowly, the majestic form of the Empress began to disappear. Her large body shrank to the size of an ordinary pony. Her radiant rainbow mane lost its ethereal quality, taking on a soft pink hue and falling like normal hair. Her imposing horn became smaller, and her powerful wings receded until they were completely gone.

When the transformation was complete, there stood Sunny Sky, the friendly exam assistant from the previous day. She regarded her new reflection with a satisfied nod. The disguise was perfect for her plan – inconspicuous enough that no one would pay her much attention, but still equipped with the necessary authority to set everything in motion. It certainly helped that Twilight already knew this face.

Without wasting any more time, Celestia – now Sunny Sky – set off and left her chambers. The castle's corridors were familiar, and with a clear goal in mind, she put on a smile and hummed a cheerful melody. Everything would go perfectly today.

Meanwhile, morning had also dawned at the orphanage. The faint light of the rising sun filtered through the grimy windows, casting an orange glow over the old, worn furniture. The quiet murmurs of some foals waking up and coming out of their rooms gave the old building a touch of life.

Mrs. Crinkle, the resolute head of the orphanage, stood in the small, modest kitchen. The smell of burnt porridge wafted through the rooms, mingling with the already musty odor of the old house. She stirred the large, heavy pot frustratedly and sighed as she noticed the burnt edges.

"Darn it. I kept the fire low this time," she muttered and lifted the pot off the stove. A thin wisp of smoke rose from the pot, curling toward the ceiling. "Oh, what am I doing wrong," she sighed sadly as she tried to salvage the partially burnt porridge.

Mrs. Crinkle perked up when she heard a faint knocking a few corridors away at the entrance. She wiped her dirty hooves on her apron and began to walk to the door. "Who could that be so early in the morning?" she muttered, giving the door a puzzled look.

When she opened the door, there stood a postpony, a simple but friendly stallion with a bag full of letters. He pulled out an envelope with a royal seal and handed it to her with a polite nod.

"Good morning, Mrs. Crinkle. A letter for Twilight Sparkle," he said.

Mrs. Crinkle took the letter and regarded the royal seal with a mix of respect and unease. "A letter from the Empress herself," she murmured. "Strange." She nodded politely to the postpony and closed the door.

"I should probably bring this to Twilight immediately," she thought as she suddenly saw smoke rising from the direction of the kitchen. Her eyes widened, and she sprinted back to the kitchen. "Oh no, no, no, no!" Another pot, also filled with porridge, had begun to smoke. "Why now, too?" she wailed in frustration and glared at the offending pot.

As she frantically tried to prevent the new disaster, she noticed a foal passing by the kitchen door. "Silver, come here," she called.

Silver, the oldest of the orphanage residents, reluctantly entered. "Yes, Mrs. Crinkle. What can I do for you?"

Mrs. Crinkle handed him the letter. "Take this to Twilight. It seems important," she said, turning back to the smoking pot.

Silver raised an eyebrow and took the envelope. The royal seal piqued his curiosity. "Will do," he said with a grin and left the kitchen to carry out his task. No sooner had he left Mrs. Crinkle's sight than he tore open the envelope and began reading the letter aloud. "Dear Miss Sparkle, we regret to inform you that your application to the School for Gifted Unicorns has been declined."

His eyes widened, and his grin grew even broader. "Oh, Twilight. Did you really think you could escape this place?" he murmured maliciously and laughed loudly. "This is wonderful."

He felt the power the letter gave him over Twilight and savored every moment of it. With the letter in his hooves, he made his way to Twilight's room, his steps echoing through the hallway. The anticipation of Twilight's reaction quickened his heartbeat. "Let's see how you handle this," he thought amusedly as he approached the first floor.

Silver reached the door to Twilight's room and knocked twice, sharply. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Twilight was still curled up on her bed, her eyes red from the tears of the previous night. She looked up in alarm as Silver entered the room.

"What do you want, Silver?" she asked weakly, sitting up and trying to rub the sleep from her eyes.

Silver held up the opened letter and grinned at her mockingly. "Oh, I thought you'd like to read this letter, Twilight." His voice dripped with scorn.

Twilight blinked in confusion, her eyes widening as she recognized the royal seal on the envelope. "A letter... for me?"

"Oh yes," he replied, slowly approaching Twilight. "A very special letter, straight from the School for Gifted Unicorns." He held the letter directly over her face, his eyes sparkling with malice.

Twilight hastily reached for the letter, but Silver pulled it out of reach with a quick motion. "Not so fast. If you really want to know what's inside, all you have to do is ask," he said, beginning to read the letter with exaggerated clarity. "Dear Miss Sparkle," he began, his voice dripping with mockery. "We... regret to inform you that your application to the School for Gifted Unicorns has been declined."

One could clearly see that he had difficulty reading, his eyes darting over the words as he slowly and deliberately pronounced them. Twilight's heart sank as she heard the words, and a feeling of deep despair spread through her.

Meanwhile, Sunny Sky, aka Celestia, reached the fifth district of Canterlot with an uneasy feeling in her stomach. The dilapidated buildings and narrow alleys reminded her of the dark sides of her kingdom, which she rarely experienced personally. The uneven cobblestones under her hooves and the pungent smell of garbage and sewage made her feel immediately uncomfortable. She looked around with lowered eyes and noticed the suspicious glances of the few ponies who were out on the streets at this early hour.

"This area..." she thought as she observed the grimy, sickly ponies. "It's been a long time since I was here. I wish..." she dismissed the thought and continued on her way.

The alley where the orphanage was located was particularly narrow and filthy. Sunny's heart beat faster as she approached the old, decrepit building she was seeking. "Oh, poor Twilight," she murmured to herself, putting on a sympathetic look.

Her train of thought was interrupted when a coarse-looking stallion stepped out of the shadows. He wore a dirty cap and reeked of alcohol. "Hey, pretty mare," he called out to her and blocked her path. "What are you doing in such a shabby alley?"

Sunny Sky stopped and tried to remain calm. "I'm just on my way to the orphanage," she said firmly.

The stallion grinned and stepped closer. "Orphanage, huh? Then today must be your lucky day. If you want a foal, I can help you," he grinned stupidly.

A shiver ran down Sunny's spine. "No thanks, but… no," she said in a clear, affected tone and tried to sidestep the stallion.

He laughed harshly and blocked her path again. "That wasn't really a suggestion, you know..."

Before the situation could escalate further, the stallion suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure on his chest, as if an invisible claw was gripping his heart. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and a primal fear overcame him, leaving him paralyzed. His eyes widened in terror as he tried to understand the source of this fear, but his thoughts were smothered by an overwhelming panic. Slowly, he stepped back, unable to fight or even scream. Sunny Sky seized the moment and slipped past him quickly. The stallion stumbled backward into the shadows, cursing and gasping as he tried to regain his breath, while the terror in his eyes slowly faded.

Sunny Sky took a deep breath as she left the incident behind. "It's your fault," she muttered to herself, her heart still pounding in her chest. She forced herself to stay calm and fixed her gaze firmly on her goal – the orphanage. Without another thought, she knocked on the orphanage door and waited.

It took a few moments before she heard a clattering from the other side of the door, followed by a cursing pony. "Everything is going wrong today," a mare wailed on the other side. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a yellow mare with a gray mane. The mare wore a stained apron and put on a nervous smile. "Hello, my name is Cozy Crinkle, the matrone of this orphanage. How can I help you?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Crinkle," said Sunny with a friendly smile. "My name is Sunny Sky, and I'm here..." Sunny hesitated. Until now, she hadn't considered the best way to approach this conversation. Would it really be wise to mention that she was here on official business? The mare had probably seen the letter for Twilight and might become suspicious about why an additional official was visiting. In the worst case, it could spread false rumors. A plan quickly formed in her mind. "I'm here to adopt a foal."

Mrs. Crinkle raised a surprised eyebrow. "Adopt a foal? Really?" She eyed Sunny skeptically. It was not often that someone came to adopt a foal. Usually, they just left when they were old enough. Often earlier.

"Yes, exactly," Sunny confirmed quickly, her voice a bit uncertain. "It's a bit embarrassing. Actually, I already have a specific foal in mind."

"Oh really. What's the name?"

"Twilight Sparkle."

"Twilight Sparkle," Mrs. Crinkle murmured thoughtfully. "Yes, she lives here." Her expression became concerned. "Tell me, why Twilight specifically?"

Sunny tried to hide her nervousness. "Well," she began softly, "I've heard that she's a very talented foal and... and I thought she deserved a chance at a better life." She looked at Mrs. Crinkle shyly, as if seeking understanding. The broad, shy grin on her face looked silly.

Mrs. Crinkle regarded Sunny for a moment before sighing. "Twilight is indeed something special, but she has it tough here. Just yesterday, she came home very late and caused some trouble."

Sunny frowned, worried about Twilight. "What happened?"

Mrs. Crinkle hesitated for a moment before continuing. "She came back after dark and had obviously gotten into something outside. She was exhausted, and it looked like she had been crying. Anything could have happened to her, but the foal never listens to what she's told."

Sunny nodded slowly. "I understand," she hesitated briefly. "That's exactly why I believe she's the right one. I think I can really help her," her voice sounded excited and enthusiastic.

Mrs. Crinkle regarded Sunny again, her eyes searching. "And what do you do for a living, Miss Sky? Can you really take care of a foal?"

Sunny smiled gently. "I work as a librarian at the School for Gifted Unicorns. I have flexible working hours and a lot of experience dealing with young ponies. Twilight would find a quiet, safe home with me."

Mrs. Crinkle remained skeptical. "And how do you know about Twilight? Have you met her before?"

Sunny hesitated for a moment. "Well, I've heard about her. She seems really interested in magic and seems bright."

Mrs. Crinkle nodded slowly. "Alright, come with me. I'll take you to her."

Sunny Sky followed Mrs. Crinkle through the narrow corridors of the orphanage, past old furniture and faded wallpaper. As they slowly approached the door to Twilight's room, they heard a muffled conversation. "Did you really think you could leave this place? You're a loser."

Mrs. Crinkle frowned and quickened her pace. She opened the door to Twilight's room and saw Silver holding a letter in Twilight's face and laughing mockingly.

"Silver!" Mrs. Crinkle called sharply. "What are you doing?"

Silver flinched and turned slowly. "Nothing, Mrs. Crinkle. I was just reading the letter to Twilight."

Mrs. Crinkle gave him a piercing look. "Give me the letter and get out of this room immediately."

Reluctantly, he handed Mrs. Crinkle the letter and approached the door with his head lowered. "And don't think you'll get away with this so easily. We'll talk about this later, young stallion," Mrs. Crinkle added sternly. Once Silver had left the room, she turned to Twilight.

"Twilight, are you alright?" Mrs. Crinkle asked more gently, stepping closer to the frightened foal.

Twilight nodded hesitantly and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "Yes, Mrs. Crinkle."

Mrs. Crinkle handed her the letter and smiled encouragingly. "This letter is for you. And this nice mare here," she indicated Sunny Sky, "wants to talk to you."

Sunny stepped cautiously closer, her eyes full of compassion. "Hello, Twilight. My name is Sunny Sky. May I come in and sit down?"

Twilight turned her head to get a better look at the mare in the door. She recognized the face as the friendly exam assistant from the previous day. Her eyes widened with hope, and she nodded to the mare. Sunny stepped into the room and sat on the edge of Twilight's bed. Mrs. Crinkle observed the scene briefly before deciding to leave them alone.

Once Mrs. Crinkle had left the room, Sunny let her horn glow with her warm golden magic. The door closed, and the walls of the room began to glow golden. "I cast a silence spell on this room so that no one can hear what we're discussing," Sunny finally said.

Twilight looked confused at Sunny. "Why would we need a silence spell?"

Sunny leaned closer to Twilight, her eyes full of compassion. "Twilight," she began softly, "I have something very important to tell you. It may be hard for you to believe, but I ask you to trust me."

Twilight looked at her with wide eyes, her confusion and curiosity clearly visible. "What do you mean?"

Sunny smiled gently before standing up from the bed and taking a step back, taking a deep breath. Her horn began to glow with the familiar golden magic, and slowly her form began to change. Twilight's eyes widened as she saw the pink mane revert to the majestic, rainbow-colored mane, and the wings and horn returned to their original size. Before her stood none other than Empress Celestia herself.

"E-Empress Celestia!" Twilight exclaimed in surprise and uncertainty. "But how? Why?"

Celestia smiled gently and stepped closer to Twilight. "Twilight, I disguised myself as Sunny Sky to meet you personally and see how you're doing." Her horn glowed, and the letter Twilight had received floated slowly beside her head. "In fact, I wanted to talk to you about this letter."

Twilight's eyes widened in fear, her breathing quickened. "You're here to punish me, aren't you?" Her ears flattened against her head, and her voice trembled. "Because I wrecked the exam room."

Celestia shook her head and sat on the edge of the bed. "No, Twilight. I'm not here to punish you. Quite the opposite." Her tone was gentle, soothing, while her eyes shone with care.

Twilight lowered her head, still unsure. "But I destroyed everything..."

Celestia gently placed a hoof under Twilight's chin, lifting her head so she could look into her eyes. "Twilight, what happened yesterday was a sign of your enormous magical abilities. Yes, it got out of control, but that only shows how much potential you have."

Twilight swallowed and tried to hold back her tears. "But I'm afraid I'll lose control again."

Celestia smiled encouragingly. "That's why I'm here, Twilight. The teachers at my school don't have the means to teach someone like me. I want to personally teach you and help you master your magic. You shall live with me in the castle and learn from me. Together, we will develop your abilities so that you can use them safely and responsibly."

Twilight looked at Celestia with wide eyes, her fear mixing with a spark of hope. "You want to teach me?" she asked incredulously.

Celestia nodded, her eyes sparkling with confidence. "Yes, Twilight. I firmly believe that you will achieve great things. You are very special, and I will do everything to help you realize that. So, what do you say?"

Twilight felt the weight of her worries slowly lift from her. A bright smile lit up her face, and she began to hop around Celestia with joy. "Yes, yes, yes! I'll do my best, I promise!"

Celestia pulled Twilight into a gentle embrace. "I know you will, Twilight. Together, we will achieve great things." She let her gaze fall on Twilight's flank and noticed something new. "And I believe you have noticed this too," she said, pointing to the symbol of a large star surrounded by five smaller stars.

Twilight followed Celestia's gaze, and her eyes widened with joy. "My Cutie Mark!" she exclaimed. "I finally got my Cutie Mark!"

Author's Note

I'm currently in another city as announced in the last blog post. However, I took my tablet with me and am more productive here than I thought, so I can also surprise you with the final chapter of Act 1. (Act 2 will of course follow and will be a lot longer) the game is set.

As always, I'm always happy to receive your comments. Who doesn't love to read feedback, theories, thoughts etc. about their own story?

english is not my native language, so feel free to correct me.