Weirdly enough, I've decided to do another MLP side project. Yes, obviously, this is it.

The first chapter's pretty short, but the rest (if this gets any reviews) are wordy and literary-gasmic.

Don't forget that.

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Twilight sighed and collapsed onto her bed.

Packing, as always, was a royal manticore, and unpacking, as always, was even worse. It had been forever since she had been to Canterlot, and it felt great to be back in her old room in the palace. Then again, nearly everything felt great in comparison to the events that had played out in—no. don't go there.

Twilight sighed again, her dark mane falling in front of her eyes. Princess Celestia was due to arrive any moment now, and she still wasn't fully unpacked. She wanted to, but something (perhaps the new laziness?) prevented her from committing herself fully.

She yawned and glanced at the photo of her friends on her desk. There was Rarity, always looking her best, and Applejack, casual but comfortable, lacking the insecurities of the former artiste. Then there was Pinkie Pie, spazzing out and stuffing her face with a cupcake, and Rainbow Dash, who was tough and wearing her goggles.

Finally, Fluttershy.

Don't go there.

There was a soft knock at her door. "Come in," she called, and Princess Celestia stepped inward, her multicolor mane wavering slightly in an unknown breeze. She bowed. "Princess."

"Twilight Sparkle," said Celestia, nuzzling her student. "It's been a long time."

"I know," said Twilight, forcing a smile. "How are you?"

"That doesn't matter," said the princess, studying her face. "Are you doing alright?"

"Not really," admitted Twilight. "It's been really hard since everything…well…you know."

"I understand," said Celestia softly. "Look, Twilight, if you ever need anything, just come to me, okay? There's no reason to be afraid."

But I'm so afraid I'll go the same way. "Thank you, Princess."

"Please, call me Celestia."

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Any thoughts? Criticisms? I mean, I know this isn't much to work with, but do you have any personal opinions or ideas on what's going to happen? It's a juicy plot, I promise, and...no rape! Wow! Me writing a story without sexual abuse is like...um...Romney becoming Democrat. Very, very strange.

I wub you, so review!