Thirty Minute Pony Stories

I didn’t have to be a Princess. I didn’t need to. When I was created—and yes, I mean created, not born, I had a choice. I was first, and I could’ve chosen. I could have been the Princess of the Night. I could have been the Queen of the Changelings. I could have been a monster, bent on fun.

But I didn’t. I wonder what would happen if I did. If I had been Princess of the Night, would everything be the same? Would Twilight Sparkle even exist? Would my sweet little ponies? If I had become the Queen of the Changelings, would they invade Canterlot? Would Canterlot still exist? Would Changelings still be as malicious as they were? Would Discord be a girl?

All the ways I could have gone. Was this way the best one?

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My beloved sister was created first, and she chose Princess of the Sun. I became Princess of the Night. But what if I hadn’t? What if I had been born third, and had still chosen Princess of the Night? Would I have still been banished? Would the ponies of Equestria respect me more, treat me as an equal instead of the secondary Princess so many see?

All the ways I could’ve gone. Was this way the best one?

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I was third. Left with two choices, both evil and cruel, or at least with more potential to be so than the Princesses. I could have become a monstrous hybrid, feeding as Discord does, from the confusion of others. I didn’t though. If I had, would my sweet changelings still be the monotonous angels they are today? What if that goody-two horseshoes had decided to become… me? Would they be good too? Would they join the ponies, or would they replace them?

All the ways I could’ve gone. Was this way the best one?

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I was fourth. The last one, forced to become a Discorded mess. They never considered if I wanted to. All I wanted was a little fun. I became this monster, encased in stone for most of my life. I didn’t have a choice. But I wanted one. I wanted to have that option; to be whoever I wanted to be. Why would they deny that from me?

No ways I could’ve gone. I doubt this was the best one.

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I was the mistake. I became the Wicked One of the Night, as is my formal title. I shouldn’t have been created. I have no choices. I have to come, every two thousand years, and avenge the one I’m meant to replace. I don’t want to be this. This cruel, Wicked One. If I had a choice, I’ve wondered what I would have chosen. Would I have picked the Princess of the Night, the one who I replace every two millenia? Maybe I would have picked the Princess of the Sun.

No ways I could have gone. If I could’ve, which would I have chosen?

We had no choices; or maybe we did. We could have all switched roles. What would have happened if we did? We don’t know. We don’t know, and never will.

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I’m back! Not like anyone missed me xD I’ve decided to work more from first person, so enjoy? I’d love to turn this into a full-fledged mess of a story, so any hard-hitting tips are great; I have no heart and feel no insult :D

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BSB Comments:

I really did enjoy this. I enjoyed the segments dedicated to each character, and I enjoyed the repetition to get your point across. I liked the difference of attitude in each of the characters’ segments, and I think that I liked Discord’s the best. “No ways I could have gone. I doubt this was the best one.” was a really powerful line. This was a good way to make your triumphant return! Welcome back and good job!