The Godmare
by TechnoBabble597
I believe in Equestria. Equestria has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the Equestrian fashion. I gave her magic, but I taught her never to dishonor her friends. She found a boyfriend, a draconequus. She went to the Summer Sun Celebration with him. I didn't protest. Two moons ago, he took her outta Ponyville, with another boyfriend. They tried to convince her that her friends hated her. She resisted. She kept her honor. So she was turned into a lamp. She was left in the Everfree Forest, and found by Zecora. When I went to her place, she had been plugged in and lit up. Her lampshade was glass, held together by wire. She couldn't even weep because she was an inanimate object. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life. Beautiful filly. Now, she is just a light.
I went to the Royal Guards, like a good Equestrian. These two boys were brought to Canterlot. The Sisters tried to sentence them, but they got turned into lamps, too. They went free that very day. I stood in the throne room like a foal. Then I said to my mare, "For friendship. We must go to Twilight Sparkle."
Why did you go to the Guards? Why didn't you come to me first?
What do you want of me? Tell me anything. But do what I beg you to do.
What is that?...that I cannot do.
I’ll give you anything you ask!
We’ve known each other for many years. But this is the first time you came to me for counsel, for help. I can’t remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of cider, even though one of my real friends is godmare to your only child. But let's be frank here. You wanted friendship, but you never wanted *my* friendship. And, uh, you were afraid to be in my debt.
I didn't want to get into trouble.
I understand. You found paradise in Equestria. You had a good trade, made a good living. The Guards protected you, and there were courts of law. And you didn’t need a friend of me. But, uh, now you come to me and you say, “Twilight Sparkle, give me friendship.” But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship in return. You don’t even think to call me the Princess of Friendship. Instead, you come into my castle on the day my brother is to be married, and, you, uh, ask me to do statue inprisonment, for bits.
I ask you for justice. And my friends all tell me that when they come to you with problems like mine, you can't do it because of something you were doing that day. Like you had to go to the Gala, or you had to look for a friendship lesson for Celestia that week. You don't even do your job as Princess.
That is not justice. Your daughter may yet be turned back into pony form. And anyway, I am getting bored of this conversation. Take these 100,000 bits and get outta my sight.
I went to the Royal Guards, like a good Equestrian. These two boys were brought to Canterlot. The Sisters tried to sentence them, but they got turned into lamps, too. They went free that very day. I stood in the throne room like a foal. Then I said to my mare, "For friendship. We must go to Twilight Sparkle."
Why did you go to the Guards? Why didn't you come to me first?
What do you want of me? Tell me anything. But do what I beg you to do.
What is that?...that I cannot do.
I’ll give you anything you ask!
We’ve known each other for many years. But this is the first time you came to me for counsel, for help. I can’t remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of cider, even though one of my real friends is godmare to your only child. But let's be frank here. You wanted friendship, but you never wanted *my* friendship. And, uh, you were afraid to be in my debt.
I didn't want to get into trouble.
I understand. You found paradise in Equestria. You had a good trade, made a good living. The Guards protected you, and there were courts of law. And you didn’t need a friend of me. But, uh, now you come to me and you say, “Twilight Sparkle, give me friendship.” But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship in return. You don’t even think to call me the Princess of Friendship. Instead, you come into my castle on the day my brother is to be married, and, you, uh, ask me to do statue inprisonment, for bits.
I ask you for justice. And my friends all tell me that when they come to you with problems like mine, you can't do it because of something you were doing that day. Like you had to go to the Gala, or you had to look for a friendship lesson for Celestia that week. You don't even do your job as Princess.
That is not justice. Your daughter may yet be turned back into pony form. And anyway, I am getting bored of this conversation. Take these 100,000 bits and get outta my sight.