Twilight Sparkle's DestinyPrincess Celestia ushers me through a long corridor. This wing of the palace is foreign to me. The walls are covered with mementos to my achievements and painful reminders of my shortcomings. She leads me forward, stopping every now and then to remake on what hung on the wall. I follow my veritable teacher in silence, living in my head once again the events displayed here so scrupulously. My mind begins to wander. “Twilight,” Celestia calls, breaking my muddled thoughts. “Yes, Princess,” I reply in a measured and timid tone; I inch closer to her side. By this time, the pair had reached the end of the hall. “What