Nopony Lives Forever, Twilight

Celestia sighed. The bar smelled like smoke. What was it's name again? It didn't matter. Just so long as nopony she knew was there. Not that they would recognize her in her disguise. Sunny Skies the pegasus was a nopony. Sunny Skies could go anywhere unnoticed. If only Celestia could just stay away from her royal duties. If only "Sunny Skies" could move to Ponyville. But of course, Celestia couldn't do that. Luna wouldn't be able to take over for her.

Celestia sighed again. These days things were so hard. Nopony understood how hard life was for her. Even Luna, her so-called "sister" had no idea of some of the things eating at her soul. She wanted to tell somepony. Anypony. But who to tell? She didn't want her subjects to know everything that she had done, but she couldn't tell her sister, or Cadence. They can't know. That is the way it must be, the way it always must be.

Celestia sighed for the third time, then chastised herself for sighing too much. She looked down at the drink in her hoof. Was it wine? Maybe... It was something darker than beer or champagne, that was for sure. The current song ended and a new one began. Jackle App & Mic The Microphone - One Trick Pony. Celestia gazed off into the distance. Was that all she was? A one trick pony? She sure felt like one. She almost sighed again.

Celestia finished off the drink, not even tasting it. If she had, she would have noted that it was whiskey, and not wine, but she didn't and it didn't matter. The bartend, despite the air of gruffness and stoicism he wore, glanced at Sunny Skies from the corner of his eye, worried for her safety. The old unicorn was reminded of his daughter, who took every chance she got to get into trouble. He sighed and returned to his work, which as of now, included scrubbing the stains from the dark mahogany wood of his bar. Tonight was a night for sighing.

Miles away, a young, lilac alicorn just learning how to be a princess was still awake, frantically rushing about the library she lived in. Her assistant groggily handed her the book she'd been searching for, and sighed. Meanwhile, a dear friend of hers stood over a tangled mess of sleeping fillies, clucking at the mess they had made of her boutique. She glanced down at her younger sister, who was snoring ever so slightly. She sighed as well. As did a rather large burgundy colt on the nearby apple farm, looking down upon his sleeping sister, who had worked herself half to deathbucking apple trees all through the night. As did a certain tired blue unicorn, laying in an uncomfortable, crooked bed in a dingy motel, contemplating where her lfe had taken the turn that had led her here. And as did countless dozens of others, all across the land, and their collective sigh was felt by the thousandfold by their beloved sun Princess, who sighed once more. She knew something none of them knew. Something that would seem obvious to one of them, but to Celestia, it meant much more. She knew, that she was going to die, and she was going to do so soon. And so, she walked out the door to the bar, knowing she was soon to die, waiting.

Waiting to die.

Waiting.