Be in an alternate timeline.  
You fling the Obsidian Orb at the final princess, sealing her fate.  
No wait.  
That’s just a derpy pegasus in a party hat.  
Damnit.  
You order your Storm Guard to catch that princess now!  
Hold on, what’s that?  
A tiny filly, such a dinky little thing, screams in disbelief and rage.  
She’s screaming about her mother. The dumb pegasus?  
She’s running right at you, as if she stands a chance against you.  
She kinda reminds you of yourself at that age, trying to stand up to an Ursa Minor.  
What have you done to her?  
No.  
Push those thoughts aside for now. Deal with it later.  
The filly’s almost caught up to you. She’s winding up a punch, the poor weakling.  
You effortlessly dodge the blow and push her aside, trying not to harm her.  
The tiny filly trips.  
She falls.  
SNAP.  
She sprawls out over the floor. You hear her scream.  
Her horn broke when she fell to the ground.  
HER HORN BROKE. YOU BROKE IT.  
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?  
WHAT MONSTER HAVE YOU BECOME!?||