The REAL Story of Twilight Sparkle

That night, (of which Luna, Celestia's sister and favorite slave, created) Twilight walked back to Celestia’s castle, her home, hanging her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, silently sobbing to herself. She entered the tall, golden castle doors, trying to make as little sound as possible, so that she would not disturb Celestia, and possibly be executed. She tippy-hooved down the hall to the large violet stairs. She then climbed five flights of stairs, winded once she reached the top. She drowsily drug herself to her room on the castle floor. All slaves had their own room, nothing like Celestia’s.

Celestia had a royal grand bedroom, with a soft plush circular bed made of the same materials as her cushion on the throne, resting upon a golden bed frame, a mere foot off the ground. It had a large blanket with images of the Elements of Harmony sewn into it. The pillow was soft and very plush for her majesty’s head. The bedroom itself was a circular room large enough to fit four ponies comfortably. It had large white walls lined with golden pillars, each with a column of suns carved into them, all around her room. It had a large rug resting on the center of the floor, covering the same type of tiles as in the throne room. On the ceiling was a large painting of the harmonizing sisters swirling around a large gold chandelier covered with the sweetest fragrant candles in all of Equestria.  It was beautiful…

But the slaves had the complete opposite type of rooms. It was just a small, cold, deep grey stone cube room, with a tiny cracked light bulb on a string, a few wet and ripped cardboard mats, and a cheap cardboard box for a table… that’s it. That’s all they had for a whole home, much less a bedroom.

Twilight opened the door with her magic, walked in, and found Celestia, a stern look on her face, Mrs. Sparkle, weeping, Mr. Sparkle, trying to calm her, and two stone faced stallion guards. One of which was…

“Shining Armor?” She asked. She looked at her own brother in disbelief. Shining Armor just kept looking forward, no change in expression. Celestia spoke first.

“Twilight Sparkle,” She began. “By order of the School for Gifted Unicorns, you have FAILED your test. Because of such, you shall be taken AWAY from your family, NEVER get the chance to leave here, and be my PERMANT SLAVE!!!” Celestia shouted. She then burst out with a cruel and screeched laughter, like one of a cartoon villain.

“…WHAT?!” Twilight shrieked. She started to cry again. Taken away? Never leave? A slave? Twilight felt light headed. Her world spun before her as she faintly heard “TAKE HER AWAY!!” She then heard a muffled scream, and felt herself being dragged away by a force field. Then it all went black.