She Wrote Me A Letter

by TheTraxicEnd

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 1080

Celestia writes about Twilight's last friendship report.

Celestia writes about her student's final report, before she succumbs to her inevitable fate.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-20 20:50:01 UTC

She Wrote Me A Letter

She Wrote Me A Letter.

It was great.

The friends she had made have multiplied tenfold.

The events she had shared now go down in history.

The tears she had shed now make her stronger than ever before.

The bond she shared with everypony was strong and alive.

Yet, with me, we are apart.

Of course we keep contact.

That is our contract.

Yet, I am alone, here; my sister is busy.

She is busy, always, always busy.

I am too.

Should I blame myself for this event?

How I feel?

How I think?

Maybe I'm sitting here, drowning in my own magic.

Magic that I make from the harmony that I established.

Long ago, harmony was how my hair drifted in place.

It had its own edge, clean and cut.

Now it just dangles freely and flows briskly in the wind.

It doesn't return to its original form, either.

It looks like my mane when I wake up in the morning.

Disheveled,

Messy,

Unkempt;

A bad case of bed mane.

Twilight Sparkle has to experience it now,

Since I passed the case of harmony onto her,

It shall make her warm,

Tingly;

Fuzzy on the inside,

Yet cold,

Distant,

And eerily faint on the outside.

They told me when I first ascended,

That harmony was a stabilizer,

And I was its keeper.

Now, I sit here in disharmony,

Reading the notes of nobles,

And writing in polite distaste of their sudden unimportant needs.

I can't help but envy

How your friends support you,

How I support you,

How even Discord, who always picked on me because my mane looked like a lucky charm, supports you.

I know; jealousy taints the soul,

But I can't help it, my dear student, your message is taking its toll.

Thank you for being there to keep me in touch with friendship.

I felt that a long time ago, when I was a student to my own teacher.

He was nice.

I wish he didn't pass like he did, but now, I am seeing why he did.

I don't want to leave; give me a reason to stay.

A place to lay.

A friend to play,

And a sun to dial its ray.

For now, you convince me,

And I convince you;

Together, friendship will reign,

And through you it will succeed.

I'll pass on, and so will she,

And you will bring on the next two.

Just make sure your protege doesn't keep themselves buried in stacks of books,

or owns another dragon,

Because that'll be cheating,

And I only know only one pony who can bury themselves in texts from every era,

Without fainting from the sheer amount of words that they supply.

Please, please, remember me.

Your faithful teacher,

Princess Celestia

She stood proud,

in front of the crowd,

her gold crown on her head,

and her distinct magical aura on display,

as she carried herself in the air,

to raise the sun for one last time,

before she lowered herself to the depths below,

where her soul would be torn asunder,

and her body lie weak in a massive plunder,

devised by the one student she loves,

more than the dirt she would lay on.

I stood from the balcony,

staring down at her meager form,

large, yet small from the skies,

that she flew only a few times before.

It was barely in the sky,

when she took her tumble,

but that didn't stop the sun,

as it began to raise on its own,

without the magic of the one it lost.

I knew that today had come,

to take away her from me.

She discussed it last night,

how harmony takes away our magic,

and our souls too;

how alicorns become extinguished,

by their own ruling behaviors;

and how we only fly for a short while,

and stay on the ground for the rest of our lives,

because we cause ponies misery,

instead of helping them survive.

I know she knows this, her body still there,

but I can't help her,

or I'll be with her too.

I guess I'll stay here,

playing with my other,

while we wait for the next alicorn,

to take us over too.

I walked into the castle,

hearing the cries of several concerned ponies,

drowning out my conversation with my friend,

but now I shut the door on them,

blocking out their demands.

I sit here, silent; waiting for my friend;

but she had to go meet Celestia,

it requires her to contend.

Now, I can't speak for my friend,

but she is not all that scary.

All she does is yell her plans to take over the world,

while me...

...I just drink coffee.

"Celestia pronounced dead," uttered the lone alicorn,

that sat on her throne

in the thick of the night.

With the newspaper in her grasp,

she stumbled and gasped

over the words that she re-read,

and the message it had said.

She cried out for murder,

the name of which did it,

but no one replied,

not even her owl,

who 'whos' without remorse.

She got up,

raced to the site,

and spotted her body

that was still untouched by the ponies.

She hoisted the body on her back

by shoving the others aside,

and angrily screaming her demands.

After a few moments,

she collected herself,

and soared to the skies,

to show Luna,

Celestia's horrifying demise.

Luna sat still and held herself close, while Nightmare Moon still walked the castle.

Coffee in hoof, Luna cried, while a pony whose angered demeanor stormed in through the right.

"Luna!" the pony shouted, but Luna sat still with her coffee in her hooves.

She stared at her in desperation, wanting Luna to do something.

"Please, Luna, help your sister!"

She shook her head and surprisingly said,

"You wrote me a letter, my dear, faithful student."

Luna mocked Celestia, her mind reeling from the intruder's call.

Her sister's noise was not of her fault.

"Luna, but she's your sister! Why are you not helping her?"

Luna sighed and took her in stride.

"You killed her, Twilight Sparkle," she said bluntly. "For once an alicorn's duty is finished, they slowly diminish.

However, in Celly's case, she diminished faster, because you said clearly to her that it was your final letter."

Twilight gasped as the words registered her system.

"So I..."

"Yes," Luna replied. "She's gone now, thanks to you and your written letter."