Odyssey of my friendship

"There was a guitar bass thumping in my ears as I slowly opened my eyes and realised that I could now safely hoof my hooves up. And, after a little while, I did sit up on my croup. My perineum was aching quite unpleasantly, and what's more important is..."

Twilight, meanwhile, was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her blank stare was directed at the wall, where the clear picture was slowly becoming blurred and hazy. Only now did it dawn on her that she was alone in the room and she remembered what had happened that night. She had been raped. She had been used, used and left. The door soon opened and a familiar albino pony walked into the room.

"Good morning, Mistress," Albedo checked the alicorn's condition with a brief examination, looking into her face as much as possible to keep her emotions in check. "Mistress, are you alright?"

"Fine? Fine? Ah hahaha..."

Soon she saw and felt the sudden change in behaviour.

"FUCK YOU!" Twilight, freaking out, threw some kind of pillow at the maid out of nervousness. But she just pushed it aside with her telekinesis and didn't react to the alicorn's insult. "You knew how this was going to end!" Twilight's hysterics continued unabated.

"I did, of course, but if I had told you earlier... Your actions might have been less... If I may say so, appropriate, and I would have had to literally carry you tied up right to him. And that's even worse... I had to deceive you, I'm sorry....."

"Shut up."

"Bitch... All traitors around, you're all the same! Just thinking about yourselves! I wish you'd give me your magic crystal... I'd save us from him... You're a bloody mare's head collector. Just hang in there Twilight, it could have been worse... So what if something was taken from you that you'll never get back. Ughhhh..."

"So..." she sighed heavily, shifting her gaze back to Albedo. Now Twilight's gaze was already stern and hard. "Where is the library in this fucking house?"

"It's off-limits to everyone but Fancy Pants, Mistress."

"Then take me to him."

"He's not in at the moment, and he'll probably be home for dinner."

"Show me which way is the library and I'll go there myself."

"But I can't let that happen."

"Okay, Twilight... That's... Well, if that's the case, we'll take the roundabout way."

"Give me your crystal," Twilight tried to order her own maid as her so-called mistress.

"I can't. Master's orders take precedence over Mistress's. I'm sorry."

"Then get me one of those," she went round again.

"I can't, miss. All financial losses and costs must be agreed with the master."

"Grrr! Grrgh!!!" A low hiss came through Twilight's clenched teeth.

"Mistress. You need to take a bath and change, and I'll have the other maids clean your chambers."

"Yes, I can only dream of peace... A bath, yes... A bath will calm me down..."

"Okay... bath first, then get dressed and breakfast, yes? Okay... Can I at least have a pen and paper?"

"Do you want to write a letter?"

"No... Research notes. Since my diary has apparently been lost, I'm going to start a new one..."

"For research?"

"Yes. In the meantime... I could ask for that, couldn't I?" she asked with mockery in her voice, almost pitifully.

"Yes, of course, paper, quill and inkwell will be brought to your chambers."

"After bath and dressing, I had breakfast alone. The breakfast was more modest than last night's dinner; they must have known in advance that their leader would be away. Well, it's better for him. In my room I began to write notes for the future."

"Entry 27. Dear Princess Celestia. It's been almost a month since I left my home and never saw it again. Pros: I'm sort of alive. Cons: I'm morally dead, and I'm also... In short, I won't mince words. I'm a prisoner. Forced to marry an alternate version of Fancy Pants. If I ever come home, keep him away from me or I'll come and rip his throat out with my own hooves. It's not his fault, though. I just can't see his face. Oh, yeah. Today I learnt about sex. Rape, to be exact. Warmed, fed and then dressed up and taken to bed like a trophy. It was unbearably painful at first. Coitus lasted about an hour. Then I fell asleep... I shouldn't get pregnant, it's not my heat period. And apparently my so-called spouse knows that. Speaking of which, this nutcase keeps severed pony heads as hunting trophies. You're probably asking yourself, how did I let this happen? No bloody magic! I can't get the amulet! And no access to the library! I can barely hold back the tears. But right now, it's more of a rage."

* * *

Starlight read the notes with horror and anger, and would surely have torn him, Fancy Pants himself, if Sunburst hadn't tried to stop her. He did hold her, though she could have broken free with a teleport. But the anger in her head made it impossible for her to think.

"Let me go! I want to strangle him myself!"

"Calm down. Fancy Pants really isn't guilty of anything, at least not in this world. You've read it yourself... I'm as angry and sad and angry as you are, but don't take it out on innocent ponies. He's actually not that bad, and even helped Equestria's industrial advancement. But that's not the point. Starlight, you need to calm down and think, all three of you, about Twilight's condition at the moment. Unfortunately, I'm sure it's not the worst thing she's been through."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I'm sorry... Sunburst, let's move on."

"Yeah," he let go of Starlight and, adjusting his glasses, began to translate the text further. "Hmm... Speaking of which. The binding came much later and some of the pages were glued in."

"My dear mentor. Once again, judging from your diary, what a rich experience you have had... and a hard path... We are only now learning what horror you have had to endure. And for now, I can't tell you about any punishment, since you've done us almost nothing wrong except indirectly attack us and the other ponies. But I think we'll agree that it was under the influence. I'm sure you were purposely showing the horrors you were acting out, without a kernel of consciousness or ground of thought. Why would you do that? Maybe... were you testing us? But it's not clear to me right now what's going on in your head."

* * *

Rarity was the fourth to be hooked up to sleep, at the moment. From the most stable to the most unstable personalities of harmony.

"Well... it's not all sad at first glance. Not a lot of black. It's even a little too bright. But it all looks like a disaster of colours. Like a green-yellow-white-black rainbow."

And indeed, the combinations of colours in Twilight's mind made it clear that she was now in a borderline state between self-awareness and the memories that were coming from the far reaches of her mind and were now slowly coming into her head. And now she was sitting on her crouch, the pupils of her eyes flipping through memories like a very fast-forwarding video film.

"Twilight, darling! Are you okay?"

She would have been scared out of her wits if she hadn't been prepared for this. Fluttershy gently explained that their friend was a little out of it. Applejack, on the other hand, claimed that she still loved them all very much and treasured them most of all. Rainbow Dash distinguished herself with the most vivid emotion. Like, "Wow, she's really cool! She'd make an awesome warrior." Rarity was ready for that and slowly walked over to her to poke her quietly with her hoof.

"Twilight?"

"Hi... I was watching my memories," Twilight raised her eyes. Her irises had taken on their usual purple colour, the display of frames had stopped, her voice was much more aged. You know, a wise man who has lived alone for a hundred years and will tell you what the fabric of the universe is.

"It's all right, dearie... I came to you to talk to you. Your head's a mess, Twilight. Look at this. Grey tones mixed with bright stripes and..."

"Yes. They are indeed shades of my memories. Tell me, why are all the bright moments of life so rare in these worlds, while the grey, dark and even black are so numerous? Why is harmony so scarce in them?"

"Forgive me if I answer the question with a question. But I will ask you directly. Do you regret helping them? Was it worth it to help them?"

"Question for question? What a corny question you're asking. I'll ask it the same way. How much would you give of yourself to understand the balance of anxiety. Empathy and generosity?"

"All of myself and infinitely more," the unicorn answered firmly.

"There... And I have given all of myself and, judging by the past years, an infinite amount. What does beauty mean to you?"

"What is considered beautiful to me? A perfect combination, bordering on something new, but not too much so that it's not overly flamboyant."

"For me, something beautiful is something new. But you know... New is the well forgotten old. I really missed those times when I could communicate with you so freely. By the way, almost everywhere your alternate personalities have been generous and kind to me."

"My dear. You need not award their merits to me. I'm very glad the alternate selves have helped you, and I'm sorry if a similarly alternate version of me has ever harmed you. But know that you are now the version that wishes us no harm. Try to remember the vivid moments. Don't try to look for what was bad. The generosity that was shared with you, appreciate it. They gave a piece of themselves to you personally. Just as you shared a piece of yourself for others. You helped or tried to help them."

"I killed innocents."

"It wasn't you, dear. I'm pretty sure it's your second personality, like Nightmare Moon to Luna. Imagine that you are this nice, friendly, brave, gentle filly. And imagine there's another side of you. The cruel, nasty, hostile side. And right now you're imagining a mixture of those feelings. Separate the brightness from the darkness, dear. You're the left side. And your sins and your crap are on the right. Go to the left side of your emotions. And hold them. And the fuel for your bright emotions will be us! All of us! Do you know what a fuss you made when everyone heard you were back? Crowds of ponies waiting for you to wake up and tell them that the Princess of Friendship is back!"

Twilight listened intently, even smiling.

"They're all waiting for me? Aren't they?" she smiled sincerely, like a puppy who is happy to have a master who has come home.

"Of course, darling! Imagine you're their idol of friendship. The world's idol is gone for a month. And they don't need to know that you've grown up a bit. Or your, ahem, shady dealings. Just don't bring them here. Live your life to the fullest. Your nanny, your family, Spike, your teacher. Your student. Your friends. We're just waiting for you, Twilight Sparkle," Rarity smiled that same mischievous and soft smile. "Now tell a highlight from your life, such a long life."

"I... one hundred and thirty-eight years ago... Saved the world from destruction by stopping a wall of magic. It was destroying and incinerating all life in its path. There were ponies who tried to escape and some who no longer tried to save themselves, they just accepted their fate. I couldn't bear to see a world like ours die. It pained me to watch you die... I could barely keep that wall up. It's unlike anything else in this life... It's like keeping a hydroelectric dam from collapsing at any moment, with millions of tonnes of water pushing in from the other side. But... Unfortunately, there was no place for me in that world. They tried to kick me out and called me an impostor because there was a Twilight Sparkle."

"Oh... and then what?"

"I was in therapy for a long time. I don't remember, I was in a coma for a few days, I think. Then as soon as I could get magic, the first thing I did was repair my spine. Because the pressure had crushed it into the neighbouring body. Massive stroke. Crushed bones in the front legs. Severe depletion of magical powers. It's lucky I survived. If I'd died at that moment, everyone would've died."

"See, I'm sure they were all grateful to you. If it's an entire planet, you saved eighty million beings. Alone! Imagine what a national hero you are to them!"

"I've been offered titles and power in many places. But... Anyway, I couldn't do it. It wasn't my title. And even now I'm not sure."

"Stop thinking like that! Without you, we couldn't find a place to live! Just don't get yourself worked up, darling! You didn't do those terrible things. Now calm down."

"I already have, Rarity. I think I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

"To wake up," Twilight smiled softly.

Light spread around the area. Rarity was jerked out of her sleep. But instead of the usual awakening, there were sirens, loud noises, and quiet mooing.

"Attention! The patient is awake! Attention! Close all doors, put up an antimagic dome! Patient, stay down and don't get up!"

"Oh, yeah... I'm going to run far... Tied to the couch... Sorry, Rarity. But I guess Celestia has other plans for me."

* * *

"So, afternoon, evening. "Back to bed, and you know what happens again? I'm on my back again with this little bastard on top of me. I've barely had a chance to settle down all day, and there he is again."

"Fancy Pants. Why don't you give me a break? I'm still recovering from yesterday!"

A bargain? Yes, but the stallion has other plans.

"Dear Twilight. How can I ignore such a seductive body? It draws me to it. I can't just resist it!"

"Yes, and I've been fucked again. I didn't feel so heavy and sleepy this time."

"I hate you..." she hissed quietly.

"I don't believe it. If you hated me, you wouldn't be moaning like that."

"Sex is sex, no matter how much you resist it, it'll feel good eventually."

"No, it doesn't. If a filly can't feel anything in bed, the stallion can't get it up."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Oh."

"Am I going to be bedridden with these shackles? My legs are cramping."

"Sorry, darling. It's the only way at night."

"Aha... Taken and abandoned, eh? Fancy Pants, it's the same thing tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Why can't I visit the library?" Twilight lay quietly under the blanket, staring at the ceiling. Whatever you want to do, she couldn't get out just yet.

"Honey, can you read?"

"Yeah... you picked a fool to marry, didn't you?"

"No. I was struck by your beauty and couldn't have wished for anything better. And it turns out you're smart too!"

"Yeah. When did we start talking to each other?"

"I think that in private chambers there is no place for formalities and it throws off the whole mood," the aristocrat was still lying next to me, smoking a cigarette.

"So what about access to the library?"

"I don't see any problem with that. Albedo will walk you out tomorrow."

"Okay, the other question is, what's with the hanging heads or whatever they are?"

"It's a morbid hobby of mine. I love collecting unusual pony colours and if I'm in a bad mood, I add to the collection and I feel better!"

"Oh yeah, if I get hit by a hot hoof, will my head end up in the same place one day?"

"Absolutely not! The sight of you will never upset me! You are a bright obelisk in my house!"

Twilight exhaled as sleep came slowly.

"If it was someone I'd love who said that to me and not you... I'd be sitting contentedly like... Eh... Nothing comes to mind."

"Why do you, Albedo, have such an amulet, but I do not?"

"Everything will happen, my dear. You just have to wait. When we get married, I'll get you one."

"Aha... So I can only run away when I marry him? That's not very comfy at all. Well... I'll play along. And then I'll bash your head in!"

"Well, darling. I'll leave you to rest, good night."

"Mm-hmm..."

"I answer him reluctantly and just drift off to sleep."

* * *

The morning began again. Albedo came. She brought clothes. Must be expensive, every time like this.

"Albedo, after bath and breakfast, I want to go to the library."

"But..."

"Your master said he saw no problem and that "Albedo will take you tomorrow". If you want to ask him in person, go. I don't think he'll be pleased."

The woman lowered her ears and soon quickly retorted:

"Of course, Mistress. I'm sorry for hesitating!"

''Aha, so that's how it is. It's all very simple. Divide and conquer? No. Divide and conquer. I'm genuinely sorry she's on a leash, but a lot of points could have been made... I could give absolutely nothing if her head was hanging over my fireplace tomorrow."

The two sat at breakfast and ate quietly. It was the same. Salads. Vegetables, fruit. Different dishes. And drinks.

"This time I should have a little drink before I go to bed. It'll be a little more fun. He won't know. He'll be drunk himself. Well. Albedo, I'm giving you one last chance, if you disappoint me with the alcohol, I'll come after you after that prick dies."

After lunch, Twilight stopped Fance.

"I wanted to ask."

"Yes, dear?"

"Is there any way I could have my personal belongings back?"

"What do you need them for? It's no good. You'll have the most gorgeous dresses, the best snacks and your future husband, and in a year you'll have babies!"

"Yeah... That arsehole won't just stop until he's knocked me up, will he?!"

"Okay. I'm off to the library."

"Albedo! Show my wife to the library, and don't bother me, I'm on political business."

"Yes, sir! Madam, please."

"Albedo bowed first to him, then to me, and gently showed me with her hoof where to follow. When I had moved a sufficient distance away, I began a conversation with her."

"Do you enjoy serving that bastard?"

"I don't understand the question, Mistress."

"Oh, come on! Don't make a fool of yourself now! I asked you a question. And your answer will determine your life, Albedo," Twilight looked at her seriously, clearly expecting a correct, honest answer, or at least sincerity.

"No... I would want freedom... And... to live my life. To come home, or not! Just live at home, cook dinner for your husband, and when he comes home, hug you gently, complain about his work, and then have a blast in bed with you in the evening. Heh..."

"Is she jealous of me or is she really complaining? I certainly wasn't expecting this kind of revelation, but okay... Just don't get in my way. Okay, Albedo?"

"Freedom, then. Let's talk about something. You bring me a bottle of wine every day at 7:00 or 8:00. Because that gentleman of yours is very fond of taking it out on me after work. I don't like it, to put it mildly! I hate him! Do you understand? He abuses me like a living doll, because I am literally pressed into the bed by the bracelets, and afterwards he leaves either a hickey or a bite on my neck," he demonstratively shows the wound on my neck, which was renewed the same night. "And tonight he will come to rape me again, do you understand?"

"Yes... Mistress, I'm really sorry."

"Never mind," Twilight didn't want to be frank further and simply gave the order to be taken to the library. She needed information.

* * *

It was already getting evening and time was getting close to go prepare her for the 'night game'.

"Mistress, it's time."

"Got it..."

"So, I have learnt that the crystal may not accept the owner. But if the owner is willing and quite strong in magic, the crystal will deem him worthy. Well, I hope that won't be a problem for me. There's only one challenge left. I need to take Fancy Pants by surprise... And he's being very cautious with me. I have the option of giving in to him... Oh well. One more night I must sell my body to him."

"This way, mistress."

"Water treatments. Tight corset, and he likes skinny ones. Probably so he can hold on more comfortably. All right, let's go."

"Mistress Twilight, here you go," Albedo slid the uncorked bottle of wine to Twilight."

"Eh... Thanks for that," Twilight took a few sips straight from her throat, and took another swig like that. "That's it... it'll digest faster with the shaking. Let's go."

"Mistress is ready, my lord."

"Good!" The door closed immediately. "Come here, my dear."

"I'm not going anywhere anyway."

"The final stage is acceptance. Yeah. My head's really spinning. "Come here, lie down, spread my hooves, let him play... Play along a bit and go to sleep.

"Darling, you're getting a lot more pliable. You're making progress, you want to take the initiative. You've got a lot of nerve! Oh!"

"By God, and every time, I'm still in the same position, missionary, if you're interested. And the same sweet talk. I want to vomit."

* * *

Another heart-to-heart right after coitus.

"Have you been drinking tonight?"

"I thought I'd try the wine. And it was good," Twilight lay like a paralysed log in bed again. She wouldn't have the strength to lift those shackles. It's like holding forty kilos on each limb.

"I'm glad you like it. She was more cooperative in bed."

"Do I have an option to say no? No, she didn't care what Fancy Pants thought."

"Usually mares are more agreeable to their partners."

"I'm not. Besides the fact that you leave bites that don't have time to heal, I'm lying here so I can't move. Imagine an open angel. There you go."

"You should have told me, darling, that you don't like that position!"

"I don't want to have sex with you, you know?!"

"Ho-ho-ho-ho! That's why I love you for being so cheeky. Get some rest. Tomorrow we'll try something else."

"Yes, yes, yes. Another pose. What am I, a pleasure mare?"

"Can we at least remove the shackles, lower their power?"

"Oh, darling, you're more violent when you're drunk, but I'm sorry, there'll be no more tonight. Now get some sleep," the stallion spoke in a softer and more caring voice.

And indeed, Twilight fell asleep almost immediately. This time she slept through lunch.

* * *

"It's been about three more days since then, and there was actually variety in those times, especially when he pulled my wings back towards him or licked my horn. Honestly, I liked that sort of thing. Revelations to myself, huh? At least I didn't bargain, and I didn't try to escape either. No use... It's sad that I don't have the brains to solve this puzzle. "Be patient and wait, Twilight..."

• Mistress, I was asked to give you this drink instead of wine. Master said you would like it," Albedo slipped her a strange murky bottle of green alcohol.

"Wow... Absinthe, strong stuff, apparently he decided to get me drunk to the point of alcoholic vomiting. That's a weird fetish you have. Okay..."

"Well, there's no choice. Will you leave me alone with my thoughts?"

"Yes, of course." she left the bottle with its contents with Twilight and stormed out of there.

"Entry 30. For almost a week now, I have been held captive as a sex doll for a rich aristocrat. I have learnt that this rich prick is the ruler of these lands. Like you, Celestia and Luna. And I'm drinking all my stress away. Huh, I don't want to fall asleep. Well, I'm off to fulfil my conjugal duties..."

"So... What a crap, feh..." taking six sips on an empty stomach, she felt strange symptoms. A fever or something. She felt like stripping off her clothes and lying around with no clothes on. "Hot..."

"Darling."

' Above my head came that same nasty-prickly voice. "He looks nice this time..."

"You and I are having a foal tonight, darling."

"Yeah... Now... What is it, why is my body trembling weakly? Do I... Really want him? No..."

Twilight let out a prolonged moan as he touches her stomach, pressing lightly.

"Mhhhhh... What the fuck was in that bottle! I'm ready to literally have an orgasm just from his touch."

"What... Ah... was in that bottle, mhhhhh..." she squirmed at the mere touch. And when he lay down on top of her, it was as if sparks were playing in her eyes, a rainbow frame of some kind growing around the edges. Blue, red, green.

"It's a magic potion, dear. It could be months before she goes into heat, it's too long to wait. And why wait when we can make an heir now?" He spoke dryly and firmly this time.

"How wet it's getting. I can't take it anymore... It's aching like hell."

"Come in already... I can't take it anymore..." she whispered softly, still squirming. Her eyes glistened with tears, not from pain, but from desire. And it didn't take long to wait. The feeling of being filled again, only now it was so sickening on the inside that she wanted to tip him back and take the lead.

"This is so cool... Twilight... Forget about everything and enjoy it."

Heavy breathing intercepted sober thoughts. However, the sobriety gave a pain in her neck as he bit her again.

"What am I doing...? Twilight. Your chance, come on. He's as relaxed as possible right now."

"Darling. Let go of my hooves," she whispered softly, as seductively as possible in his ear as he pressed against her. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "I want to hold you," she said in the same sexy voice as she lay on her back. "Please...," she said in a deadpan voice.

"How could I say no to you?" His smile became more affectionate, and indeed, after a moment, the shackles stopped having weight. And Twilight ceremoniously pulled her hooves up to hug him.

"Oh, my dear. At last you have accepted me."

Thoth leaned back to give that one a squeeze. And yes, she hugged him under his front hooves, kissing him gently on the lips, and soon moved slowly to his neck. The one didn't mind, giving her free rein.

"Hold on, Twilight... Just a little, just a little more... Goodbye, Fancy."

A deafening crunch echoed through the room, followed by the strong smell of blood hitting her nose. Warm blood trickled down Twilight's chin.

"D... Darling... What are you..." the nobleman wheezed softly, eyes widening wildly in pain and stunned.

"I'm sorry, but you left me no choice. But I will, so be it, provide you with a parting gift."

Twilight pulled away from his neck, where the wound was open and arterial blood was gushing out. Alicorn kissed him softly on the lips, giving him a quiet peace and laying him back on the bed as he collapsed. Soon he stopped breathing, but the smile never fell from his face.

"At least he died content..."

Twilight finally got up off of him, throwing off all those wrinkled hot clothes. Then pulled off his locket and put it around her neck.

"Well, let's get started. I've killed the rapist. Now it's time for my next step. Great, the crystal accepted me right away, even modified, how nice."

"Detoxing, oh... how nice it is when the brain works as it should."

The crystal took on a different shape and colour, going from black to azure with a purple six-pointed star in the middle. Blood was still dripping down her muzzle and soaking into her fur.

"Now it's your turn, Albedo."

"Albedo!" Twilight shouted loudly, walking out of the bedroom.

"Coming, Mistress!"

It didn't take long to wait. Twilight literally pulled her to her by the neck, whispering menacingly into her face:

"Take off my bracelets."

"What?"

"Take off my bracelets! Or I won't be able to take care of myself!" The light flashed in Twilight's eyes, which frightened the maid, and she obediently removed them from the alicorn's wings as well. "Oh... Finally," Twilight exhaled, feeling free and light. "Now we can talk in peace."

"What's wrong with the master?"

"She's at each other's throats. Do you want to go to him?" she lifted her higher with her telekinesis, smashing through the glass.

"No! Mistress, please! I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear..." she screamed in terror, her hooves flailing around in panic. But Twilight spared her, setting her on the stone floor, and ripped off her magic amulet. "I'll take this. Now get out of my sight!"

Albedo quickly ran away.

"Mines, huh? All right, we'll visit the miners in the dungeons."

As if lost in thought, Twilight burst into the mines, literally ripping the guards' amulets off with her telekinesis. And as if through a horn, she loudly commanded:

"Ponies! You are free! The guards are disarmed by me! All unicorns who were in the mine, follow me!"

And a scuffle ensued. There was a cheerful, "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Twilight in turn did not interfere, but waited for them at the entrance, and soon a multitude of unicorns returned from the mines to the surface.

"I am Twilight Sparkle! Killed Fancy Pants! Here's the proof: his amulet! I give the other crystals to you! My orders to you! Do not kill the unarmed or those who surrender willingly! Return alive and free to your families!

"Now, I want mine back..."

Shooh - and a sudden burst of dust mixed with a flash of magic lit up the sky. Twilight was now flying many times faster.

"There's our cave, where I'm going to kill someone right now... I swear I will."

"Attention! Intruder in the cave!"

And now one and two of the ponies pressed into the wall were bleeding. A third, a fourth. Twilight counted about twenty-five in all.

"K...Who are you!" came a painfully familiar voice from the auction.

"Oh, is that you? Where's my diary, freak?" she crumpled up his crystal locket like a toy and squeezed his throat with her hoof. "Don't you remember me? Alicorn, fifty million bits?"

"I... It's you, it's me...!"

"Shut your mouth! Get to the point! Let's be honest, or I'll kill you like I killed them all! No, even more brutally! Where's my diary?"

"T... There!" the leader of this gang shuddered, pointing with his hoof in the direction. "The sword is over there!" On his own, he produced the second most valuable item. It was actually more of a machete, but that didn't change the matter.

"Question number two: where are the prisoners?"

After answering, she violently and carelessly threw the one into the wall, picking up both the diary and the machete with her telekinesis.

"Don't!" was all the ringleader could shout before a resounding "bang" sounded and his head just flew aside from the sharp swing of the weapon.

"Entry 31. Morning... I single-handedly raised an entire rebellion. I had to kill a lot of ponies, I could smell their blood. The taste... nasty, actually, plus, I'll still be feeling the aftertaste for a long time. Fi... Eh... My diary is covered in beer, apparently... Freaks. Never appreciate other people's stuff... I'll paste some pages later. In the meantime, there's still some business to take care of."

Indeed, the prisoners had to be released and the uprising had to be halted, for it could have turned into genocide. I had to explain to the townspeople and nobles what was right and wrong. And...

"Albedo. I'm turning the reigns over to you. I think you'll prioritise what needs to be done for the people. This money, once given for me, will be given to the poor and orphans."

A thick sack full of coins fell in front of the unicorn's hooves.

"But, Mistress... What about you?"

"Hold your amulet. This one, which belonged to that rogue, I'll keep. It might come in handy. Now I'm leaving. I want to go home."

Twilight, with her crown already on, stepped through the brown-green portal, leaving the world behind.

"Yes... I seem to have begun to lose myself... thirty lives taken with me... It's horrible, but it was worth it. If I hadn't killed him, I would have been a slave for the rest of my life."

* * *

"She killed a pony so calmly?" Celestia whispered softly.

"I think it was in a fit of rage, anger and self-defence, Princess."

"Attention. Twilight Sparkle's patient is awake!"

"Here we go. I'll handle this. You go ahead. Luna, I need your help, follow me."

Soon both of them teleported into the chamber to that one. Sitting casually next to Twilight was Rarity.

"Rarity, get away from her."

"Or what?" objected Twilight. "Will she kill you?" As you can see, I'm lying still, carefully chained to the bed.

"Is that how they restrain you after you wake up!"

"Is it my fault that my body has developed an immunity to your sleeping pills?"

"Twilight Sparkle!"

"Celestia, enough with the formalities. I'm not trying to run away! If I wanted to, I would have run away years ago. These shackles of yours are like a piece of plasticine to me! It's no problem for me to leave if I want to."

"Princess... Don't... She's changing... It's hard for her to get used to the idea that it's over," Rarity tried to intervene, but her words were ignored.

"How many ponies have you killed in total?" Celestia asked coldly.

"I stopped counting after eight digits," Twilight answered dryly.

"They were living, sentient beings!"

"What about me? What should you do when someone tries to kill you? Kill him first. For some reason, none of them have the thought, Oh, she'll die if you stab her in the side with a spear!"

"Princess! You're interested in the fact of how many ponies she's killed! Don't you want to ask how many lives she's saved in her entire journey?!" Rarity stepped between the two of them, bravely defending Twilight.