Twilight's Soul Floats Ever Deeper Into Space

‘I’m hollow now. There is no longer anything left of me. It has been dashed against the turbulent ocean rocks and absorbed by my master… Is this what it feels like to have no soul? To have nothing and be nothing? I find it freezing, I find this ice that now covers all of me stings my flesh, as it will never leave my bones. My hooves are permanently stained dark red and will forever hold a sticky substance on them. I know why that is, and I know why the formless shell has turned into me, well, the lack of me.

I shall spin a tale for thee to read. A tale that has yet to be forthcoming, or in better terms, has not been spoken by this here misleader.

This new tale or should I say, this more accurate tale is of a mind's making. It has been thought up as truth, or is it a very fictitious lie? I shall leave you to transcribe it but for now, I must tell you how Her Highness, Princess Twilight Sparkle. Took this land from the grasp of another…

As Princess Twilight healed me, she imbued me with her magics. She did as she decreed to me as she concreted her will to my soul. I was elated to be entrusted with her final command. I was charged with the eradication of Princess Celestia, and before I knew it, I stood in that grassed field where that obsidian thing made Princess Twilight and myself congregate.

It looked like a vast sea of dried-out coral. The more I trotted the more I could feel the crunching under each step I took. It was lifeless, barren, or even hollowed out from within.
I stood there for such a long time gawking at the now lifeless field, until the deep thumping of the earth's drum broke me out of my daze… I knew what the sound meant. It meant that Princess Celestia sent her legion of royal guard to me. I will admit that I was terrified at the occurrence happening, so I tilted my head sky-bound and took in a deep breath.

As I did so I saw her take flight, I saw my master take to the sky and dart over the field and toward Princess Celestia’s castle.
At that moment, I felt lighter than air. I do not know why my heart fluttered but it helped my mind calm and prepare for the oncoming battle, and I moved my head back to face the now sea of ponies of all shapes and sizes staring me down. They hated me, they hated her, and I will never blame them for that. I just wish I didn’t have to stand here, here in this lake of crimson as I write my last page to your bindings.

My friend, I eviscerated this entire legion of a few thousand ponies. I will, however, inscribe to you that this lake of blood is also filled with my blood.
They were masters of their craft, and they tore at my body as well…

I just hope my commemoration of their skills, grants them some peace in the next life.

I am so tired, so weak, so- wicked, and filled with malice. I just hope, wish, and dream that this is not real, that it has not come to pass, for I, do not know which is real and which is the dream.

So I must ask one final question. Does thee have the capability to explicate the truth from this story? Because I can no longer do so. It feels like a dream and yet I feel real and alive, and If I am alive and this is real, then that would make me, Her Majesty's Destructive Right Hoof.

So please tell me, I must know. I can no longer live like this.’

Berath, Princess Twilight Sparkles Protective Guard.