The Tragedy of Twilight Sparkle

As Spike walked out with the accompanied protector, Twilight asked Spike;

“Hey Spike,” she began “When you see a maid, can you ask her to give me a breakfast meal please?”

“Sure Twilight!” Spike responded closing the door behind his lifelong partner

Twilight watched the door close before turning her head to see the time. “9:48, not bad…uh what do I do now? Hm….” She walked over to the renovated study table, pulled out the oak wood chair, took a book out of the shelf and placed it in front of her. “Star swirl the bearded: The 7 constellations” the title read, followed by an old wizard with a beard, decorated by swirling constellations and eye catching colors “Well, nothing to do” she thought “Might do some light reading” . She magically flipped the cover of the book and arrived at page one where she began her “light” reading.

Being so immersed into the book she was reading, it took the consistent tapping sound on the window to worm into Twilight’s concentration, jerking her head up and looking towards the window, she saw a light grey Pegasus carrying a mail bag, gently tapping at her window while wearing a frustrated facial expression.

“Derpy!” Twilight exclaimed, she quickly trotted over to open the window “Hi Derpy! What um…might you be doing tapping my window for?” she questioned the grey Pegasus

“Hiya Twilight!” Derpy the mail mare responded cheerfully, “I came over here because…you’ve got mail!”

“Uh…Derpy…would it not be a little more efficient if you took the door instead of fly up here?”

“Oh yea!” Derpy exclaimed with a surprised tone “Why didn’t I think of that? I’ll see you later Twilight!”

As the mail mare slowly descended, Twilight called

“D-Derpy!”

“Yes?” Derpy responded rising once again

“Come on in, you’re here anyway, I’m just saying that next time, you may want to save yourself the trouble and just approach from the door rather than send it straight to the person”

“Oh alright!” Derpy exclaimed, acknowledging the small tip given to her while she swooped in allowing a few letters to flutter aimlessly around Twilight’s room

“That looks pretty heavy” Twilight stated noting bits of, what she thought were, parcels sticking from her leather mail bag “Would you like something to eat and or drink?”

“Do you have any muffins?” Derpy asked casually

“Oh sure” Twilight responded “Hold on a sec”

As Twilight walked towards the door, she heard a rustling of paper behind her; she stopped and turned to see that Derpy’s head disappeared into her mail bag along with her 2 hooves. Twilight heard knocking, turning her head to face the door, she magically opened the door to see a maid dressed in a brilliantly white apron, levitating a duster and a try carrying a numerous amount of food.

“Breakfast meal for Twilight Sparkle?” addressed the mail timidly

“Yes that’s me, thank you” Twilight responded, taking the tray from her magic and closing the door behind her. She placed the tray on her study table after she carefully removed the heavy book that she was previously reading, levitating two muffins on the tray to Derpy, she began the conversation.

“So Derpy” Twilight began as Derpy ate the muffin with glee “What is this letter?”

“Oh!” Derpy replied with a mouth full of muffin “Well, it was from the Mayor Mare! She wanted to tell you that you are holding a ceremony at about twelve, noon!”

“A-A ceremony?” Twilight questioned with a frown

“I think she said it was a correlation or something” Derpy replied with a thoughtful face, swallowing her first bite of the muffin, she turned around and fiddled inside her mailbag before she retracted a brownish-orange letter sealed with the sticker of ponyville. Derpy handed the letter to Twilight “Here, take a look!” she said

“A correlation?” Twilight rolled her eyes in thought, she took the letter and opened it, her eyes flew from left to right as she skimmed the letter, “What in the name of-“ she muttered, her eyes reached the word “coronation” and she exclaimed; “oh! You mean a coronation!” looking up at Derpy’s eating face

“Something of the sorts, I can’t really remember” Derpy answered virtually demolishing her first muffin in another big mouthful “What time is it?” the mail mare questioned

Twilight turned her head to face the clock

“About ten past, I’d better get ready” she self-consciously uttered, her eyes fixed on the clock, there was a sudden bout of dizziness as if Twilight’s mind was spinning, she immediately felt sluggish and light headed

“Oh, before I go, may I use your toilet?” Derpy asked casually, though in Twilight’s position, the grey Pegasus may as well ask that question after downing several bottles of AppleJack Daniel’s

“Huh?” Twilight asked, looking at Derpy “Oh! Yea, sure, be my guest” she quickly gestured

As Derpy trotted into the toilet closing the door behind her, Twilight placed a hoof on her head

“What’s going on?” She thought “Why does my head hurt? Agh…”

She sat down, rubbing her head, closing her eyes tightly and wincing at the unpleasant nauseating feeling this…thing was occurring to her

“Hold on” she thought “This was worse than the feeling I got when the changelings used their magic to draw me into the forest, I remember this nauseating feeling”

She opened her eyes and looked around the room, searching for this magic’s source

“Assuming that if this is worse…” she deduced “That means that it may be closer to me?”

She retracted her field of vision and looked at her surroundings. The mail bag! It was the only thing that could possibly contain something secretive around her, she lifted the top of the mail bag and looked inside and sure enough, she saw the supernatural, a letter rattling about.

The impulse of pain came yet again, a lot stronger than it had previously. She dropped the flap of mailbag she was magically lifting, placed her hoof straight to her head, and closed her eyes shut, wincing at the pain and groaned;

“Argh…”

“Whatever this thing is, it’s DEFINATLY the source” She assumed

She lifted the flap of the leather mailbag up to view the letter once more; pin pointing the location of the letter was no problem as it didn’t change its yellow brownish color with a hint of green. She levitated the letter out of the bag and examined it closely, it would have looked like every other letter in the bag if not it’s slightly greenish appearance, this green almost represents the corruption of this letter, as if poison of some sort destroyed it’s innocence, probably explaining the supernatural moving and psychologically harming abilities, it was also sealed using very thin, and strangely blue, wax which carved the symbol of The Pentagram just like the one present on the ceiling of Luna’s death room. She flipped the letter over to the front; the same blue wax traced the words “Twilight Sparkle” rather neatly fashion seeing that it is wax flowing from a lit candle. She was a bit scared but who wouldn’t be at these circumstances, he wondered what this could mean, for all she knew, it wasn’t good as The Pentagram is clearly ther-

The door to the lavatory flew open before Derpy burst out of there, soaring through the air while dripping tiny particles of water like a snail leaves a slimy track as it slithers about. Twilight, alarmed that Derpy may accuse her of snooping through her mail bag, quickly placed the letter behind her back to hide her little secret

“Hey there Twilight,” Derpy exclaimed as she landed next to her mailbag “I gotta go, it was nice talking to you, I hope we can do this again sometime!”

“I’d like that” Twilight put short, smiling at the grey Pegasus while she helped her put on the mail bag, placing all the letters fallen out and the muffin she forgot to eat.

As Derpy flew from Twilight’s room, she waved goodbye before flying off into the distance, small amounts of letters flying from her mailbag as she flew, Twilight returned the friendly gesture of departure before he close the windows and locked them. Watching the grey mail mare slowly escaping her field of vision, she slowly began to feel a seeping feeling of guilt the further Derpy flew away, she knew it was wrong of her to snoop let alone steal…but what could she do? Thinking of this question, her mind began to create excuse after excuse which increased her burden of guilt. She walked to the bed and sat on the edge of it whilst bitterly taking a sorrowful bit of an apple still on the breakfast tray provided to her “Did I really HAVE to do that?” She thought in shame “I really didn’t need to TAKE it out, all I needed to do was-“there was a knocking on the door. Groaning in annoyance at, probably, the 3rd distraction of her thoughts today, she grouchily slid off the bed, walked stiffly over and opened the door to…whoever it was with a scowl, as she opened the door, she angrily thought “What in the name of Equestria do you want-?” There in front of her, stood the grand figure of Princess Celestia.