Twilight's Dollhouse - Ch. 2 -Electic Music Pony Twilight turned the lights on and smiled. She headed over to Lyra’s house quickly, and levitated her and Bon Bon out. She loomed over the tiny ponies and had set aside plenty of time to play with her newest friends.
“I’m so glad I finally have time to play. You would not believe the day I’ve had,” Twilight explained.
She levitated a book over and flipped it open. Lyra and Bon Bon were set down in front of the book.
“Alright, I’m going to test a come to life spell on you. I mean, you were never really dead, but I have to animate the plastic to allow you to move and speak again. I don’t expect any trouble from either of you. I can reverse the spell easily, and I could really use my two new best friends right now.”
Twilight's Dollhouse - Ch. 1 -Mint Green Mare The soft clicking sound of hooves echoed down the empty corridor. Twilight walked slowly with her head held low. Both ears were flattened against her head, her tail was dragging on the ground. She was going to comfort Cadance for the loss of her husband. It was hard enough for Twilight to deal with Shining’s death. Now she had been asked to offer her emotional support to Cadance.
This was supposed to be a new chapter of her life. Indeed it was, but for the wrong reason. Twilight was coronated a princess less than a month ago, and now she had been appointed as the caretaker for an emotionally devastated princess of love.
She knocked softly on the door to Cadance’s chamber three times. “Cadance?” Twilight called out.
The widow was likely crying or sleeping. Words of comfort and advice from her closest f
A Puppet To Her Fame - Act 1 Scene 2 I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. It was truly dreadful, so painful that I dare not even curl up into a ball and weep. I clenched my eyes shut against the cursed ball of flame that Celestia had sent to torment me. My throat was dry with a slightly acidic twinge to it. It felt burnt, parched, and begged me to find some water. My head, on the other hoof, demanded I lay perfectly still.
Bits and pieces of the night came back to me, worrying me more and more. I wondered if I had made it home. I tried to shut out the noise of someone entering the room. My mind wandered and picked up the first hints of the music. An upbeat melody played by a violin and an oboe. It was a curious combination. Had the slightest noise not been torture, I may have enjoyed it.
I covered my ears, however the duet was coming from within my head. I groaned as I rolled over an
A Puppet To Her Fame - Act 1 Scene 1 She left me. She left me and I was powerless to stop it.
After all the suffering I’ve endured at the hooves of my parents. After fighting the haunting melodies of that cursed cello. After making myself vulnerable and trusting her completely, she left me.
Now I sit alone in my room. The music that has been tormenting me my whole life is all I have left. I focus my eyes on the desk and pour all my attention into transcribing the music onto paper. There was nothing else in my room I wanted to look at.
I did not turn to see my cello sitting in its stand. I did not glance at the blood stained walls or corpses of my parents. I did not look to see her sunglasses on my nightstand.
My life has nothing left, so I compose. I craft our mournful sonata into a piece that will last