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So yeah, this is Twilight a few hundred years after her ascendance. She's been practically alone due to a war which cut out any chance of socialization, and had actually taken up a mantle as a warrior princess in order to protect her country. This leaves little time for her to make friends, and her alicorn magic is fading since she is no longer generating the magic of friendship. So... Here's a little scene.

The mist clung to her wings and hooves like old, blind geldings, but her earth pony magic neutralized the resistance she felt. Her horn lit the rough path before her, overgrown with weeds and thorns, and each sign of neglect was a stab to her heart. How long had she been gone? The lavender mare, closer to a wisteria than true lilac nowadays, counted back the years with growing trepidation, and realized that twenty had passed.
Unable to take such trips during the course of a war, where every guard was on edge and the four princesses were kept under lock and key except when they needed to act, she had been gone. Her old home, Ponyville, had become a small city, growing past its boundaries and leaving behind histories which remained as dust to the earth.
Her hooves froze midstep as her magic revealed the worst. possible. thing.
The five headstones should have stood tall, if timeworn, even after so long. But there was nothing, nothing at all. Her friends' graves were destroyed, nothing more than five piles of rubble. The pain stole her breath, even as tears she thought had been released welled up once more.
Their deaths had nearly destroyed her. Not just emotionally, but even magically. She had been hard-put to lift even a pebble after the funerals. Now their final resting grounds were desecrated... but how?
Instinctive outrage flooded her, and her magic brightened poisonously. She launched forth a spell, some part of her still quivering from tears.
/i "Don't." i/ The voice was hauntingly familiar. She couldn't place it. Her magic dimmed.
/i "Darling, you've never allowed yourself to heal, have you?" i/ Confused, she looked about. Shadows would have reined the overgrown graves... if there were not five faintly glowing lights, each a different shade of the rainbow, in the grass.
Cautiously, she levitated out the lights. To her shock, each was a stone, each with of the five cutie marks she knew as well as her own. A lightning bolt and cloud, a balloon, a diamond, an apple, and a butterfly.
She blinked and set the five stones down. Each resumed its own glow, and the voice returned.
Twilight Sparkle sighed in frustration. "Guess I've finally snapped."

Probably not the best way to tie it off, but I might fix it.

Twilight Sparkle (c) Hasbro (or is it Discovery Family now)?

Description
So yeah, this is Twilight a few hundred years after her ascendance. She's been practically alone due to a war which cut out any chance of socialization, and had actually taken up a mantle as a warrior princess in order to protect her country. This leaves little time for her to make friends, and her alicorn magic is fading since she is no longer generating the magic of friendship. So... Here's a little scene.

The mist clung to her wings and hooves like old, blind geldings, but her earth pony magic neutralized the resistance she felt. Her horn lit the rough path before her, overgrown with weeds and thorns, and each sign of neglect was a stab to her heart. How long had she been gone? The lavender mare, closer to a wisteria than true lilac nowadays, counted back the years with growing trepidation, and realized that twenty had passed.
Unable to take such trips during the course of a war, where every guard was on edge and the four princesses were kept under lock and key except when they needed to act, she had been gone. Her old home, Ponyville, had become a small city, growing past its boundaries and leaving behind histories which remained as dust to the earth.
Her hooves froze midstep as her magic revealed the worst. possible. thing.
The five headstones should have stood tall, if timeworn, even after so long. But there was nothing, nothing at all. Her friends' graves were destroyed, nothing more than five piles of rubble. The pain stole her breath, even as tears she thought had been released welled up once more.
Their deaths had nearly destroyed her. Not just emotionally, but even magically. She had been hard-put to lift even a pebble after the funerals. Now their final resting grounds were desecrated... but how?
Instinctive outrage flooded her, and her magic brightened poisonously. She launched forth a spell, some part of her still quivering from tears.
/i "Don't." i/ The voice was hauntingly familiar. She couldn't place it. Her magic dimmed.
/i "Darling, you've never allowed yourself to heal, have you?" i/ Confused, she looked about. Shadows would have reined the overgrown graves... if there were not five faintly glowing lights, each a different shade of the rainbow, in the grass.
Cautiously, she levitated out the lights. To her shock, each was a stone, each with of the five cutie marks she knew as well as her own. A lightning bolt and cloud, a balloon, a diamond, an apple, and a butterfly.
She blinked and set the five stones down. Each resumed its own glow, and the voice returned.
Twilight Sparkle sighed in frustration. "Guess I've finally snapped."

Probably not the best way to tie it off, but I might fix it.

Twilight Sparkle (c) Hasbro (or is it Discovery Family now)?