The Memorable Melody

by TimeRarity64

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1011

Celestia keeps filly Twilight warm from the winter air as she rejoices on the memorable moments spent with the young filly.

'It was her happiness that gave her joy she had once felt when she was young.'

The story is short and about Celestia keeping Twilight warm in her room. As she is blanketing the young sleeping filly, the alicorn thoughtfully thanks her for granting her the happiness she had felt when she was young.

A simple story between a mentor and her student (but emphasized in a way where I imply Celestia as a motherly figure to Twilight). Enjoy, and safe winter holidays. Be careful now.

(P.S. I do not own the image.)

Published 2013-12-11 19:10:06 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-11 19:10:06 UTC

Granted Joy; She is My Remedy

That Memorable Melody

By Timefather64

(My Little Pony is copyrighted to Hasbro Inc. I do not own any characters in any sort of way. Enjoy and stay warm.)

The winter breeze brushing against my alabaster coat was nothing compare to the warmth in my heart as I cuddle against the purple sleeping filly next to me in my chambers. Her silent slumber and low snores were too adorable to ignore. My student was as if my own foal, but I knew that she was not really mine. It did not matter, though, I was not sad about not having foals of my own. Her name was Twilight Sparkle, a fantastic unicorn with remarkable potential when it came to magic. I have not seen many ponies like her put themselves through many levels to succeed in life like she has.

Twilight Sparkle really reminded me of myself when I was young, always focusing on performing lots and lots of magic, hoping to impress my idols. I could remember my sister Luna doing the same thing, mimicking me in every sort of way so she could catch up to my potential. It was nothing to worry about, but I considered it a challenge we both enjoy participating in.

When my eyes first lay upon this young foal, I could see the fear in her eyes. She was nervous in performing in front of her peers. I was just like her, always nervous in performing my own magic displays in front of my father and mother to show them how much I improved. This young foal managed to succeed on her test and just seeing her crying in-belief that she failed after hatching the egg, though accidentally turning a few ponies I believed were her parents into plants, I decided to take her under my wing just as my mother and father did. I of course returned her parents to their original forms, but kept mind how humorous it was to see them become exotic plants.

For a few months, we have grown a strong attachment with one another. I was her mentor and I did not forget about that, and I taught her the values of magic while also giving her my motherly love that filled in that deep hole she had dug when she was far from her family. I allowed her parents to visit her time by time, but most of the time, they were very busy and the poor filly was alone. That until I came into her room and took her on walks around the castle where we enjoyed Pillow Fort battles and fantasy stories.

Such silliness and memorable moments, something I am sure any mare would cherish with their foal. But that is what I saw in this relationship, a mentor and student who were more like a mother and daughter. I could not forget our original goal since I took her in, but I must not forget the great moments she had given me all these months. Now, as the winter’s cold air touches my coat even more, my warmth increases its temperature from reminiscing the wonderful moments this filly provided to me.

Twilight Sparkle, if only you were reading my thoughts and decipher the beats my heart made each time you smile at me and questioned me on our favourite subjects or even the books like Daring Doo. You would know that no matter what obstacle stands before us in the present of future, I will always remember our moments that played like a melody off a piano and violin. Each note was a form of lyrics sung by your laughter and callings. They mixed in with your emotions and played through ways on how you felt.

When you were sad, I would pick up the gloom in your tone and see to make you smile and feel happy once more. When you are happy and full of energy, I would join along with your happiness. I am sure that when you are angry through stress on not understanding something, I will grant you the knowledge that would soothe that anger so that it may calm you down and relax.

Many things I would do to add on to the sheet of music you play every day, Twilight. To be honest, I find this quite poetic. I am proud of you Twilight. You really made this thousand-year old mare very happy. This winter cold air is becoming quite rough, attempting to break through my warm fur that is blanketing the daughter I would gladly wish to have when it came to certain decisions like this. It had bellowed and blew through my window continuously, but I did not become fazed or allow it to touch my young student.

Sooner, if my predictions are right, she might be a strong unicorn, stronger than me. She might be able to actually be able to become this country’s fourth princess if things go well for her. For now, I will continue to provide her happiness and knowledge through appropriate years where it would not overwhelm her. It would not be safe for a small filly like her to perform a Grade A Terra-magic spell.

Perhaps that soon, in the nearby future, during my teachings, I give her an assignment. Something she might be ready for when she becomes a grown mare. I might have to think about it, but for now, I will read her books that were made from two of her favourite authors. I’ve already mentioned one, but I am sure she will surely enjoy Starswirl The Beared.

It seems you’ve woken up; it is almost morning after all. We have so much to do, Twilight, I’m sure you would be happy for. Maybe I should make a diary about you and me, maybe a novel. My goodness, it seems that I have so many inspired ideas all inspired from you. Let’s see, what should it be called?

That’s it:

The Memorable Melody.

Celestia…you still got it.

-Fin-