Author's Note
Not an overly great story, but hope that you, reader, will enjoy it nonetheless. I am sorry for wasting your time otherwise.
The Sun Lied
"Princess Celestia! Princess Celestia!"
The castle hallways echoed with the excited cries of the little purple filly as she darted through the corridors, narrowly missing a unicorn hoofmaiden mare as she swerved around a corner. Luckily, the hoofmaiden was carrying the expensive-looking plates and teacups with her magic, so she was able to levitate the tray in time for the filly to dash beneath it. "Sorry!", the little unicorn yelled over her shoulder, continuing on her way to the resting place of her mentor.
There was a reason for why Twilight was ever so excited today. As everypony knew, Celestia was responsible for raising the sun with her gifted powers, so as to bring forth the day for Equestria and the rest of the world. Her sister, Luna, used to be the one responsible for ushering in the coming of night, but ever since her mysterious disappearance, it fell to Celestia to assume control over the cycle, commanding both the sun and the moon, to bring forth the day and the night respectively.
It was from her very bedroom that Celestia was said to step out onto the balcony, her horn lit brightly with her magic, using the powers bestowed upon her by Mother Faust herself, to bring the mighty sun upon the world so that day could come. Twilight Sparkle had only ever seen the princess perform such a feat during the last harvest festival that was held last year, but she had always wanted to watch her mentor summon forth the sun alone for herself, with nopony else but her.
So when Twilight Sparkle was taken under Celestia's wing after demonstrating her raw magical powers in the entry exams for a privileged Canterlot academy for unicorns, the filly knew she'd have the opportunity to witness the princess perform her daily routine for herself, an experience all for her to enjoy, in the presence of her idol.
Stopping just outside of the princess's chambers, Twilight's attention was drawn to the windows, as rays of light began to dimly shine through. "Celestia must be raising the sun right now!", Twilight cried. "Oh, I hope I'm not too late!". Abandoning her usual courteous mannerisms for the royal alicorn, Twilight quickly pushed open the large fancy doors leading into Celestia's bedroom, the doors closing shut behind her as she entered her mentor's room, a great big smile on her face, eyes wide with excitement at the thought of finally witnessing her idol raising the sun, with only herself as the audience gathered to watch the miraculous event.
But to the filly's greatest confusion and surprise, she did not see Celestia outside on the balcony, as she had expected. Instead, the white majestic alicorn was, in fact, snoring quite loudly underneath the covers of her bed, sound asleep, unaware of her student staring at her in puzzlement, as the morning sun outside slowly rose and brought with it the new day. Twilight continued to stare at her mentor as she murmured something about 'banana's' and 'cake' in her sleep.
Twilight shifted her attention to the sunlight pouring in through the windows, the sun apparently having no difficulty whatsoever summoning itself without the aid of Celestia's legendary magics. There were many questions running through Twilight's mind right now, the majority of them demanding to know who was possibly raising the sun in Celestia's place. The first thing Twilight wanted to do was to wake up the alicorn and inquire the reason for the sun's rising without her there to guide it, but then another thought came to her, one which caused the little filly's heart to sink
What if...what if everything she had believed about Celestia's power to raise the sun...wasn't true? What if the great and mighty alicorn herself did not really summon the sun to bring forth the day?
What if her idol, the pony that she had looked up to, whom she had loved and trusted dearly, had lied? Not just to her, but to all of Equestria?
Not knowing what else to do, Twilight silently sneaked back out of the room, while Celestia rolled over in her sleep, giving Twilight a glimpse of her smiling face. Twilight turned her head away in disgust. All this time, her mentor was thought to have the power to raise the sun, and yet there she was, asleep in her own bed, smiling that smug look, no doubt thinking of everypony who believed her so-called gift as fools so easily tricked, gullible and willing to believe anything their ruler told them.
Shutting the doors quietly behind herself Twilight began to make her way back to her own room in the castle, not going more than a few feet before her eyes began to tear up, droplets dripping down onto the lush carpet beneath her hooves, a feeling of betrayal and deceit washing over the poor filly, as she wandered with her head down, ears drooped, along the corridors of the royal palace that was home to the greatest liar in Equestrian history.
When Twilight finally reached her room, she closed the door behind her, and locked it tightly. She leaned her head against the wooden frame, eyes closed as she tried to stop her crying. Feeling a warmth caress her cheek, Twilight turned her head to see sunlight shining through her window. In a fit of anger, the filly stomped over to the window, and used her magic to draw the curtains, and did the same for the other windows, filling the room with darkness. Igniting her horn to create a small light to see her way, she threw herself onto her bed, and buried her face into a pillow as she bawled her eyes out, soaking the pillow with her tears, pummeling the pillow every few seconds furiously.
"How? How could you do this, Celestia!?", the filly's muffled voice yelled from her pillow, which she now brought to her face and held there. "How could you lie to everypony? How could you lie to all of Equestria? How could you lie to ME!?"
Outside her room, the day's morning had begun for the rest of the world, ponies here and there setting up their stalls and opening their shops, trotting about visiting friends or browsing wares displayed within shop windows, and not one of them knew about the awful truth that had been discovered up in the castle of Canterlot.
