How A Star Is Made

by Marciline

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Other, Tragedy, Sunset Shimmer, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1130

The stars are not just balls of fires. They are sometimes great ponies that have passed onto a new part of life. This is the story of one of them.

The stars are not just balls of fires. They are sometimes great ponies that have passed onto a new part of life. This is the story of one of them.

Published 2014-06-25 06:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-25 06:20:02 UTC

Once upon a time in an Equstrian desert...

She was banished from the human world. Banished from the one true place she belonged. Who knows what would happen to her out here?
Sure, she had friends over in the human world, but somehow the demon incident got out and before long, she was constantly being poked and prodded in the name of science. Anger drove her here, where she was a hushed up conspiracy.
The night was freezing, so she wrapped her threadbare leather jacket around herself and summoned the one spell she was best at.
Fire.
Fire was crucial to both mankind and ponykind's survival. Fire kept some nighttime evils at bay. Fire cooked your food. Fire warmed you. If needed, fire could defend you in a pinch.
She picked up an old newspaper article, showcasing her replacement, Princess Twilight Sparkle. She casually tossed it into her crackling fire and watched it burn up.
Just like her life.
What went wrong?
She had a lust for power. She had even found a way for her to gain even more power.
Dark magic.
Celesta had tried to save her and to make her see that it was not the right way. But she was too far gone. Foolishly, she laughed it off, calling her mentor a weakling.
They had fought a brief battle and it ended with her retreating to the human world, where she had made her home.
She then spied a close knit group of friends. Something inside her snapped that day. She never had anybody like that, so she made it her goal to drive them apart. It wasn't entirely successful, because of Pinkie Pie and Applejack, but it was enough to make the majority like her.
Cold and empty.
Strange.
Of all of the fire-makers known in history, she was the only one who felt this way. Most fire makers were emotinal and happy.
Then again, fire-makers did not see what she could see. A major factor in her demonic transformation was what she could see.
A vision of pain and suffering. Of lost identity. The swirling voices inside her told her of a great tyrant that would come and ravage Equestria, but only with her death could she stop it.
That was her purpose in life, to die for a stupid magical land that was protected by magical gems that could take out any threat imaginable.
But she was shown something.
Something that made her weep. She has not known it science her days as an apprentice to Celesta.
Peace and joy.
It wasn't fair.
All she ever wanted was friends. At least dark magic gave her friendship.
Sparkle had it.
Celesta had it.
In a pathetic attempt to bring joy to herself, she had created firer figures of herself, Celesta, and the princess with her friends. One by one she dimmed their light until they were nothing more but smoke. But she saved Sparkle for last.
She made the figures fire brighter and brighter until it practically exploded with fire and anger.
She looked up at the starry night sky. For the first time, it was simply stars, skies, and a moon. No smoke, no fires, no mare in the moon, no supernovas. She had some talent with stars, due to the fact that they were balls of fire. She shifted them around until it faintly resembled her cutie mark, a burning sun.
"What threat is there?" She shouted to the heavens.
"Why should I die for a lost cause? Nothings going to happen!"
She looked about for an answer, but found nothing.
"If anything, I'm the villain here!"
The wind faintly whistled all around her and she could very faintly discern notes of laughter.
Angrily she shook her head.
A low buzzing enveloped her mind. At first, it was vaguely annoying, but it rapidly grew to a painful mind trick. She curled up on the ground screaming, attempting to drown out the noise and pain.
"Oh little fire eater, are you hurt?"
The mocking voice somehow made the pain much worse.
"Enough, I'll do anything!"
The buzzing raptly stopped.
"Task, a little pain and you agree, just like that? Pity, the fun was just beginning. Come along now."
And so they traveled.
"What do you think, fire-eater?
The creature got a death glare in response. The tree before them was a beautiful thing, really. It was white, glowing, and almost supernatural in beauty. However, there was just enough around it to show that it was sick, to an extent.
"So what do I do?"
The unicorn paced around the tree impatiently. The creature came close to her and laid a massive paw on her thigh. He bend forward and bit her ear slightly, causing her to blush. He then whispered in her ear a single sentence. Her eyes shot up wide and her horn began to glow. The creature withdrew and begin his descent out of the chasm.
And all was silent.
Her mouth moved but no words came out.
No.
No.
No.
NO!
Her turquoise eyes then began to look as if they were smeared paint.
Her horn glowed brightly and tongues of flames began to consume her body.
By now, the heat should have killed off any normal pony, but something kept her from completely disaggregating.
Her eyes were open and wildly looking about but they saw nothing but fire. Beautiful, glorious fire.
Fire.
Protector of all.
Bane of all.
Fire.
Fire.

Author's Note

Not exactly tragic, but in a sense, Sunset Shimmer died, so I guess that sums it up.

Let there be freindship where there is none: The Planting Of The Box

"I hope this will at least detain my lost brother."
The creature bent down and dropped a fire licked seed into the ground and buried it.
"May you bring hope and friendship to those who need it most, where they cannot find it. Let there be kindness, generosity, honesty, loyalty, laughter and magic. Let this be enough to take down the embodiment of evil itself. Do not let her sacrifice go to waste."

Not All Secrets Are Revealed

Five years later, the very creature was making his way to Canterlot.
"How is she?"
"She is coping well as a star, and I have very high hopes for her."
"She passed byond my sight over a year ago, so I was very worried."
"Yes, she has left the current galaxy and is moving towards other distant galaxies."
"Should we ever tell Twilight who helped her defeat Tirerk?"
"No, although she is the one of the best princesses I have ever watched, I do not feel she's ready to know all the secrets of Equestira."
"But-"
"Soon, when she is much older."
"Very well."