The REAL Story of Twilight Sparkle

“Hey sugar cube.” the voice said harshly.

Twilight looked around. The voice had a thick southern accent to it. Twilight almost… recognized it.

“W-who’s there?” Twilight stammered.

“That’s mah question. Who the buck are you?”

“I-I’m Twilight. Now w-who and where are you?” Twilight was getting frightened and annoyed at the same time now. The stranger that somehow knew her was giving no information.

“Ah’m Applejack. And for yer second question, ah’m in the cell next to ya. How’d you get here, Twiddletoes?”

I…It's T-Twilight... I... I f-failed the test…” Twilight said mournfully. She was starting to cry, the memories all too fresh. She shuddered.

“Ah…I see…” She said in a soft tone, as if she knows how Twilight feels. “Big Macintosh… my older brother… had the same fate. But he tried to fight back against the Royal Celestial Guards and… was killed immediately…”

Twilight heard a soft sobbing tone beside her. Applejack’s brother… killed? She cringed as she imagined the gruesome scene.

The large stallion fighting against two guards, one of which is shining armour. The stallion is thrashing and screaming in a force field of magic, desperately trying to break free. But he is immediately caught by their strong magic and is put into the position of a star, all limbs spread out in different directions, on a wooden frame. The frame it a rectangle with a large X in the back, but with a hole in the center. Celestia appears from the shadows, a stern look on her face, one to kill. “You failed…” she groans. “Guess you shoulda studied for your test…” She says menacingly. She bows her royally insane head, a twisted smile growing menacingly across her face. She slowly backs up, looks at Big Macintosh, stops, beats her hooves like a bull, and charges. Celestia’s horn pierces through the center of his chest, exiting the back, and through the hole in the frame. The blow punctures his heart and the side of his left lung. He gasps for air as blood drips down Celestia’s horn, the liquid drooling down like thick cherry syrup. Celestia retracts her horn, now stained red. Big Macintosh struggles to breath as blood gushes and spurts out of the circular wound. It drools down her forehead, down the center of her face, to her lips. She sticks out her royal tongue and lets the blood drip onto it. She lets out a faint “Mmmm…” as she  leans forward, places her tongue in the center of his stomach, and proceeds to slowly drag it up his body, catching every last drop of blood. She drags her tongue up his sweaty coat, up his chest, up his neck, up the side of his face, up to the tip of his ear. She then retracts her tongue to swish the blood and sweat in her mouth, and swallow. She lets out a faint sigh from the elegantly delicious mixture. She then leans to his ear, and whispers to where Big Macintosh can barely hear her, “Goodbye…” she comes back into his line of sight, which is slowly fading, winks, leans forward, and kisses him with her blood stained lips. He moans as his eyes roll to the back of his skull, his body slumps, and his coat turns a reddish-grey. Celestia then releases him from the kiss. The guards carry the lifeless body to the back of the castle, Celestia following close behind. They take the body to the back room… the grinder. They enter the room and seal the large steel door behind them. The guards look at Celestia, who nods, nod at each other, hover the frame above the grinder, and release it. The frame, with the body still attached, plummets to the machine’s spiked rollers. It immediately catches the frame, firing blood, flesh, and wood splinters in all directions. The guards and Celestia both shield their eyes from the flying debris. The debris soon stops, the machine slows, and the body and frame are both gone. Nothing but blood, some pieces of Big Macintoshes organ here and there, and the occasional splinter or two. The guards unseal the door, open it, and they leave the grinder room.

Twilight shuddered. She heard a hiccupping sob from the other cell. She tried to comfort the heart broken mare.

“I…I’m sorry…” Twilight said quietly. “…about… him…”

“Ah know… I *hiccup* am too Twi… *sniffle*” Applejack continued to sob for a many more minutes while she thought of the memories with her brother.

She and Big Macintosh had worked together on their farm, Sweet Apple Acres, since they were little. When they were old enough, Granny Smith let them buck apple trees, plow fields, take care of family and such. But one day, when Applejack was just a filly, a group of four stallion pegasi were pulling a chariot, with Princess Celestia as the passenger. After all six (tired) pegasi landed on the farm grounds, Celestia stepped out of the carriage.She stepped forward to the apple family, a dark look on her face. Granny Smith huddled the young Applejack and Macintosh closer to her. All three were scared. Why was Celestia here? Why did she have that evil look on her face? Why was she drawing closer to her and her brother? So many thoughts were racing through her head but were soon interrupted by a dark voice.