Twilight sighed, sitting at her computer. Quite the upgrade from her typewriter – Isn’t science fascinating? On the desktop was a word document. It had taken a long, long, LONG time, but she had finally very nearly done it. She had written almost completely the sequel to her book.

It had been an eventful while, however. She had become a princess, and gotten a castle. Of course, she had rebuilt her library as a real home after it had been destroyed. Besides – What sort of town didn’t have a library?!

After her book was released, it quickly hit the top book list. Twilight had to admit, it was most likely because she was a princess. Of course, it was well reviewed. And then, the trouble had begun. Comments on chat forums, slyly scattered in, asking for none other than the date of the release of the sequel.

Twilight had tried to end her book with a resounding… Well. ‘The End’. However, it seemed many ponies wanted a sequel – And wanted it their way. Suggestions were thrown out at random, from introducing their own villains, to making it all a reality inside an alternate reality inside a dream. Twilight shook her head, the mere thought of such a confusing plot line bewildering to her.

Sequels, in her eyes, were meant to tie up the plot holes in the first book. They continued where the first could not. She refused to let herself get roped into writing a sequel – Until she started seeing the fan fictions. Sweet Celestia. The Fan Fictions.

After seeing… THEM, Twilight decided enough was enough. If ponies went through all the trouble to type up their own versions of the story, continuations, and rather… MATURE add ons, then Twilight could certainly show them how to properly write her own characters.

Upon her official statement of her writing the next book, flame wars online began. It seemed as though half of Equestria wanted her to write a sequel, and the other half felt it would ruin the first. She was accosted by ponies in the street, either for the release date, or the expiration date. She suddenly had grown quite jealous of A.K Yearling and her hideaway far from civilization.

Still, she had kept at it. And now, it had all paid off. Her friends all supported her through the book, giving helpful tips. She smiled. Sighing softly, she began to type up more of the next paragraph when there came a knock at the door. “Huh?” She glanced at the clock. Almost noon. She supposed it would be a good time to take a break.

She trotted to the door, expecting one of her friends to have dropped by to check her progress. Instead, she was quite bewildered to see a mail pony with a bubble flank standing there, looking quite confused, yet determined. “Eeer… Mail came earlier today,” she said, a tad ashamed to not know the mare’s name.

“I’m Derpy! I’m Derpy Hooves! And I’m here to talk to you!” Twilight tilted her head softly. In the back of her head, she could almost hear the screaming of tens of thousands of people, and one repeated word – Fanservice. Why in Celestia’s name is the mail mare here? Has she even been in here before?... And why am I thinking about fanservice?

“Nice to meet you, uh… Derpy…”

“I heard you were writing a sequel.” Derpy’s eyes crossed as she flapped her wings lopsidedly. “Word gets to me slowly cause I’m not loved, apparently, because my voice is silly.”

“Sorry to… hear?”

Derpy sniffed. “But, in any case. You should stick to it, Twilight! Don’t let anypony tell you how to write your sequel, and don’t let absolutely anypony make you quit! You’re the best you you are, and only you can write something you love. If you drop the sequel, then that’s awesome, cause that’s what you want to do. If you finish it, then just make sure you do the very best you can! You have to, for the good of all writers out there! Don’t fall to clichés and cheap tricks! Stay true to your morals and your own ideals, for without them, then what are you? You’re simply a foal in the disguise of an author, copying the classical works of every generation and attempting to pass it off as your own design! Write your own way, Twilight Sparkle! Do it for you! Do it for your fans! Do it FOR EQUESTRIA!”

Twilight stared wide eyed at the mare. Why. Just… Why. What just happened? How on earth do I respond? I’m so confused... I just don’t know what went wrong!

“Um… Thanks?”

“Muffins!” Derpy giggled, until she gasped. “Oopsies! I left Dinky at the school again!” In a flash of confusion and ruffled feathers, Derpy was gone.

Twilight heard something strange. A small ‘ding!’ in her ear. She also heard the words ‘Fan service – Check!’. She shook her head, groaning. “I need to stop working so hard… Oh, but I’m so close! A few more hours of writing today can never hurt.” With a giddy giggle that most authors make when they get close to finishing their stories, Twilight fluttered over to her computer.

Twilight’s wings were well hated and loved. Her friends loved them, as they showed all they could do together – Even make a unicorn an alicorn. However, ponies around Equestria seemed to resent the fact that Twilight had ascended. Perhaps they felt slighted? Twilight didn’t get it. She had worked hard to get them, and to be the best Element of Magic and best FRIEND she could. So why was she hated so much? It’s not like having wings changed her personality. It just changed her life style.

She shook her head once again. “Gosh, why do I keep thinking about weird stuff today?” With a small smile, she brushed off the thoughts and began to type again. She wrote more and more, until Spike came in from the kitchen to give her some food. She ate, then continued to write. It was nearly 12 o’clock when the knock on the door came.

Author's Notes:

xD And, Cliffhanger, Check!