Something that was supposed to be meaningful

A young purple filly wasn't supposed to be scarred and broken, any young filly should be out free and.. happy. This filly wasn't happy, I could tell by the crease that lined her eye brows and the bags that lay inches deep under her pointed insomniac purple eyes. This filly sat in the middle of a forest, where green grasses that looked somewhat nice were deadly and ugly purple vines were edible. A place where any pony would feel out of place, out of touch, out of their minds. This filly could hardly feel herself moving, even though her slow steady movements with a slight wobble on the left foreleg were hard to miss, she felt like she would die she felt paralyzed..she felt lost. This filly was probably only about 5 years of age, and her horn was tattered and dirty, not that magic would be any use to her aid. Any pony that was magic got full powers at age 7, so at the moment she was just a little kid, a dirty little puzzle piece of society and she would hopefully be put in the puzzle when she became of age. This filly didn't understand why life had hated her so much, and why she was so much a reject of society. Unnormal. Never to be normal.

This filly would be known as Twilight Sparkle, although now she called herself just Twilight, for she never knew her parents last name. She didn't know she was a Sparkle.

The young filly trudged on, her eyes only set their sights on trees she passed to keep her mind busy. She didn't know where she was going, she just hoped it was somewhere far from here. Suddenly, her eyes got blurry and she felt a surge of power. She felt heat from her horn, and fell backwards as something shot out of it. She blacked out after 5 minutes of wonder, as trees and lurking animals that glared swiftly toward the pony with the glowing horn. Again, the odd animal out.

When the young filly awoke, she wiped crustys from her eyes and was surprised there were no bags under them. She looked at her hand which was cleaned and washed, and was healthy. Then she looked around, she found herself at the edge of the forest. She felt a serge of pain and looked at her leg where a huge bloody gash was woven into her skin, "Well, that's not healed" she spoke only to herself. She walked/limped/crawled to the very edge of the forest and gasped in the sight of beauty at it's greatest. A big white castle that had pink trimmings and golden decorative pieces on the very top lay before her. A flag waved around. "Dorthy's not in Kansas any more" Twilight whispered slowly. Guards paced in front of the door, one was white and had a short white horn. He looked only two years older than Twilight, and she felt a strange recognization of this boy. She only, however, thought of how he was to young to guard such a fabulous palace.

She felt the same blurriness, and then yelling, and blackouts, and more yelling and then "OH MY GOD SHE IS TWILIGHT SPARKLE!"

Then...nothing.