She was panting. Running faster then she ever had in her life. Her feet flew over the ground beneath her, kicking up rocks and bits of grass. The wind stung her eyes. Her dress snagged on a bramble and tore but she kept running. She didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She had to get away. Gasping for breath, she scrambled down a hill.
The darkness of the forest loomed around her, swallowing her up. Still running at full speed, she craned her head back. Torchlight burned through the trees. They were coming.
There was moonlight ahead, a clearing maybe?
No… no, no, no, no! It was a cliff, but not just any cliff. It was an enormous cliff overlooking the forest far, far below. She was hundreds of feet in the air, nowhere left to run. The wind was stronger now, whipping at her dress, pulling at her hair. She turned. The villagers were emerging from the woods now, holding torches and farming tools as weapons. She could make out words they were chanting: "Burn her, burn her, burn her!"
She didn't know what to do. In front of her, a deadly fall, behind her, pitchforks, torches and angry villagers. These people, they used to be her neighbors, her friends. Now, their faces showed only fear and hatred.
A villager yelled "Burn her at the stake!" Another declared "Hang her!" "She must pay for her sins!" a woman shouted, her eyes wide with terror. They advanced slowly, backing her towards the cliff. "No, please!" the girl whispered, taking a step back.
She turned and gazed down at the forest far below, then up at the full moon bathing them all in silver light.
The girl turned back to the villagers. She gave them a sad smile as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Then, without a word, Twilight Sparkle leaned back, and fell over the edge.