Twilight Sparkle background story 4 a.m. and a door gets unlocked. The wood creeks like an old woman's hips as it is slowly opened, then slowly closed. The big, rounded roof provides shelter and moonlight as the rain slowly starts to fade. How ironic is life, when the rain stops pouring the second you step inside. Twilight Sparkle had much experience with cruel irony. She might even go so far as to say she was becoming an expert in it. The skies were as dark as her mind when she finally fell asleep, half-covered with spoiled grass and ripped out pages. She would sleep for hours, often the entire day. A creature of the night was what she had become during the
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Somehow "fun" doesn't sound like a real word anymore...