My Little Sister

by Sunny Days

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Princess Luna, Tragedy, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life
Length: 1162

Everyone assumed that the Princesses were immortal...

Everyone assumed Celestia and Luna were immortal, but sadly, this is not the case.

Celestia is standing at her dear sisters death bed, but the emotional toll that was put on her was more than anypony could imagine.

Published 2013-06-07 07:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-07 07:10:01 UTC

My Little Sister

The view from The Palace in Canterlot was stunning. The rumor was that you could see all of Equestria. Princess Celestia believed it, and was staring out the window, completely rejecting the world around her.

Mostly to distract herself from what was lying in a bed right in front of her.

The bed had a gray metal frame, and had crisp white sheets that were so still you could've sworn their was nobody resting in it, but, in the bed with the metal frame in the Palace Infirmary was none other than Princess Luna.

In such a bland room, it almost looked out of place that she was there, with her mane that looked as if it were a galaxy, and her beautiful eyes, that looked as if they could eternally close any moment. She lay in a peaceful manner, hand held tightly by her sister, who would not leave her side for anything.

For anything in the whole world.

With all of her remaining strength, Luna could see the distant look in her sister's eyes, and knew what she was doing. She had seen it so very many times before. She didn't want to accept the truth. She understood that being so very powerful as her sister was could do that to you. She smiled weakly, and tried to squeeze her sisters hand. She had come to terms with what would happen, but Celestia had not.

Celestia felt the grip that Luna had on her hoof tighten, and looked down on her. She couldn't bare to lose her again. Looking back, she had never questioned if they were immortal or not, she always was so caught up in running Equestria, leading the perfect life, that she had ever stopped and thought about what would happen to the ones she loved most. Especially Luna. Her little Luna. She couldn't help but barrage her mind on how she could've tried harder to save her, how this didn't have to be.

But both of them knew what was done was done.

It had been day for quite awhile now, seeing that Luna just didn't have the strength to rise it anymore. Even at the face of death, she still resumed her duties of rising the moon, but she just got weaker and weaker until rising the moon was nothing more than a fuzzy memory.

Celestia insisted that Luna was kept in the Palace, and no one dared to defy her. A grieving princess was not someone you would mess around with. Even though the room in which Luna lies is certainly in the Palace, it didn't look like it. It was a blank, tiny room with a cold tile flooring, with a metal bedside table to the side, which had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in all different shades of dark blue, as if it were the night sky itself. Those flowers were lovingly picked by Celestia in the Garden one night, as a gift for her sister. Now, they were a desperate attempt to liven the cold room.

There was an odd stillness that blanketed the room. It was as if the world paused, and they were stuck in the positions they were in. At this point, Celestia would do anything for the world to pause, that she would forever be holding her sisters hand. But that was very, very wishful thinking. She knew the world would go on without Luna, but her world won't. She was the only pony that has always been by her side, and has seen her through good and bad days. She couldn't even think of living without her.

Celestia's face was wiped of any trace of emotion that might have been on her face at any point in time. She wore an expression similar to one that a stuffed animal might wear, lifeless. If you knew her very well, her eyes gave away the sadness and loss she was facing. They gleamed in such a way that you would mistake her for a filly about to have a tantrum.

Luna found it to be getting harder and harder to focus her gaze on her sister, and felt her eyelids getting as heavy as rocks, slowly drooping down. She shook her head, knowing eternal rest would come to her if she closed her eyes. She couldn't leave her sister in a state like this.

Her vision started to get blurry, and felt heard a high pitched ringing noise in both of her ears. It didn't seem to bother her, as she just looked up to Celestia, smiled, and strengthened the grip on her hooves.

She remembered everything. She remembered how Luna's mane barely touched the tile floor below her, and how her eyes were looking a darker shade of blue than her usual aqua tint. She remembered how there were no words spoken, only glances, only squeezes of hands, only sheepish attempts of smiles. She remembered how the sky in the window looking out of all of Equestria seemed untouched, as if nobody dared to move.She remembered Luna trying to say something, but it came out as nothing more than a few squeaks. She remembered blaming herself for the state of her sister, blaming herself for everything. She remembered her sisters expression. Not a scared one, but a smile. A relaxed, smile.

She remembered Luna's eyes slowly fluttering shut, and her grip loosen to nothing. She remembered smashing the vase against the wall, crying over Luna's lifeless body. She remembered thinking Luna was selfish for leaving her, all alone.

All alone.

She remembered being dragged out of the room, screaming.

Epilogue

"Princess, a-are you okay?"

Twilight had noticed that Celestia hadn't taken too well to Luna's death. She has done everything her books have told her about comforting a friend after a loss, but nothing seems to be working. She just wasn't the same pony.

She wouldn't do anything on her own, and Twilight and Cadence had been caring for her for 5 months, but they didn't see any progress in her state, nor did the team of therapists helping her. It was like she was replaced by some mannequin, lifeless and hopeless.

But Twilight was definitely not one to give up on a so called lost cause. Especially if it as a friend. An even more especially if that friend was the ruler of all of Equestria.

There was no response that came from Celestia, as usual, but it was always good to try, just in case. You never know.

"So, I think you'd like to know that Cadance is taking over while you're in this...condition. But don't worry, when you get back to normal everything will be fine! So,..." Twilight chatted, trailing off at the end, feeling as if she were talking to herself.

In that room, after five long months Celestia finally uttered one word.

"Goodnight."

Author's Note

This was mah first sadfic, so please give me criticism!