>Be Twilight Sparkle.
>You are peacefully reading a book in the study of your castle.
>You were apprehensive at first but thanks to your friends it was starting to become quite coz—
>The door slamming open cuts off your train of thought.
>Spike scampers in, his forehead covered in sweat from the effort of his flight.
>”Twilight, the castle is on fire again!”
>You groan loudly.
>So much for peace and quiet.
>And you have a good idea who to thank for this.
>With a loud pop, you teleport from the study to a balcony.
>A peek over the railing reveals the source of Spike’s distress.
>A bonfire was raging near a corner of your castle.
>It was big enough to burn a sizeable amount of foliage but not enough to do any real damage to the crystalline structure.
>Upturning the nearby soil with your magic, you levitate the load over the bonfire.
>Releasing your hold, the pounds of soil douse the flames instantly.
>”Curse you, Twilight Sparkle!”
>The outburst draws your attention to some nearby bushes.
>They rustle as a bipedal shape emerges.
>From here you can see he was wearing a shirt with a sun haphazardly painted unto it.
>Your clench your eyes into a glare.
“Anonymous.”
>”Heathen,” he hisses at you
>You shake your head in frustration.
>When Anonymous had appeared in Ponyville, he had almost immediately dedicated himself to Celestia.
>Placing posters everywhere, conducting chants at the crack of dawn, and burning sacrifices at sunset.
>Thankfully he only burned sweets.
>He was a bit overbearing but was relatively harmless.
>That is until you were coronated.
>Ever since then he’s tried to remove your wings and destroy your castle.
>You had wondered why he doesn’t harass Princess Luna and Cadance.
>You had chalked it up to laziness.
>If he wasn’t so inept, he might have been a threat.
>Right now he was just a pain in your flank.
“This is the fifth time you’ve tried to burn down my castle. When are you going to give you up?!”
>He shakes a fist at you, “I’ll never accept a false goddess! Yield your wings and castle and I may give you a merciful end!”
“Princess Celestia is the one who gave me my wings!”
>”Lies! You dare besmirch the holy flank with falsehoods? I’ll have your tongue for that!”
>Gritting your teeth, you abandon reasoning with him.
“STOP BURNING MY CASTLE!”
>”Never!” Before you can retort he dives back into the bushes.
>As he makes his escape, he yells back once more.
>”PRAISE THE SUN, BITCH!”
>It was a heretical kind of day.