Feria's Cutie Mark

I could not sleep. I kept replaying those few minutes over in my mind. The rainbow colored explosion, Twilight's magic, my cutie mark appearing. None of today made sense to me. Actually, the only part of today that made sense was realizing why Twilight looked familiar. My cousin* Cadence is her foalsitter. Of course I had only realized this after literally running into Cadence during the tour.

It was the middle of the night, the moon at its zenith, a time most ponies should be sleeping. I liked to watch the nighttime from my balcony. The guards at night look different from the guards at day. Their white coats seem to gray, and their armor becomes silver instead of gold. You can not hear the noises you usually would during the day. Even up in the castle I can hear all the noise of ponies walking, talking and enjoying themselves. The city had a song to it, one that quieted at night for us to hear the symphony of nature. Tia once told me to listen for the stars to twinkle, but I could never hear it.

I heard something different than usual. It was an actual song? I followed it out of my room and down the hallway. It lead me to Celestia's room. Why was she singing? I had heard her sing before, but not like this. She has sang lullabies, and we always sing together on Hearth's Warming Eve. This song had emotions worked into it. I could feel it, it felt like that warm tingle from earlier.

Come back to me, dear sister the time is nearly gone

I hope you forgive me for all that I have done

Everything was my fault, but you were punished for my ignorance

I wish, I hope, I dream, I pray, once again we shall dance

The others are gone, but you are still here

yet you are nowhere near

One thousand years of regret follow us both

yet somehow there is still hope

"Feria! What are you doing up!" She asked as I entered. She tried to act like nothing had happened, but I was curious, of course.

"I could not sleep," I said. "I still do not know what, my cutie mark means. Then I heard you singing. What was the song about?"

Celestia said nothing. She looked at the moon once more, then quietly herded me back to bed. She waited for me to get comfortable, all tucked in and warm. She was still humming, but it was not the same song. This song was just a lullaby.

"Let me tell you a story," she said. "Once, long ago there were seven ponies. Each one different, but all born to be great. When they were very young they got cutie marks without explanation. They wondered what they were meant to do. It was years before they knew what they were meant to do, but it happened just the same. Some ruled kingdoms, others controlled powers unknown to others."

"You are bad at making up stories, Tia." I said. noticing the lack of plot.

"I will admit that. The point was that you are not alone. Other ponies have gotten a cutie mark without knowing its meaning." she hugged me close. "You will find your way, just like we did."

"We?" I asked as she realized she had slipped. "W- were you one of the seven?"

"Yes," she sighed. "I was the second oldest of seven once. We were different than the other ponies. More powerful, and of course we were Alicorns. The one thing we all had in common was that we were not 'born' like other ponies. We were 'created', we had no parents or other family, but we considered each other to be sisters. You were 'created' too, Feria. But we were created nearly two thousand years ago." It felt weird I could easily accept this. I guess it answered my questions, but it made me ask many more.

"What happened to them?" I asked. I could see the question pained her. I regret asking and bring up whatever memories.

"Most of them are gone," she replied. "The last one died nearly fifteen hundred years ago." She seemed to want to change the subject. "You remind me a lot of one of them. She was my older sister. When you were created, I thought you looked just like her. As you have grown older, you have become very much like her." I felt proud of that.

"Good night, Feria," Celestia said as she began to walk off.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Two more questions! Earlier, you mentioned a "true Mistress of the Night". Was she one of the others?"

"Yes. The youngest of us, Luna was the one to bring out the moon as I brought the sun. She is unable to do it now, so I must do it in her place."

"What happened to her?" I asked. The way she said that made me think Luna had not died.

Celestia turned away from me, and looked out the window at the full moon, the image of a mare embedded into it. "That is too long of a story tonight. I will tell you one day, but not tonight". She began to walk again.

"What about my other question, Tia?"

"I just answered two." she said with a small smile.

"No you didn't!"

"Okay, one more."

I hesitated on this, but I had to ask it. "What was the other Feria's special talent? What did she do?" This seemed to shock Celestia. She seemed to think for a minute to get to the correct answer.

"She felt the bonds between people. Love was her talent. Not romantic love, but the love between people who care for each other in every way and would do anything for them. She could not control love, but she could remind ponies of it. She protected it, and reminded those who had forgotten. She knew that just even one pony being a friend, and and caring for one enough to try to change the world, could mean so much. She said that her heart would resonate with others in a way, and could sense a connection between two ponies before they could even meet. I never felt it, but when I asked, she told me the resonation felt like a warm tingling that covered her entire body. It did not hurt or bother her in daily life, but it always made her happy knowing that somepony cares for another."

And with that she left, and I was alone. But I still felt that warm tingling I felt. I focused on it, and I saw many things. Maybe I was dreaming, but I felt I could see everything that was happening, everything that has happened, and everything that might come to be. Through the night, one question plagued my mind;

Is it possible for somepony to come back from the dead?