Tales from the Justiceverse
There Will Be A Day (VashTheStampede)
Author's Note
Rating: E
Content Tags: Tragedy, Sad
Major Characters: Princess Luna, Princess Celestia
Minor Characters: N/A
Other: Takes place far prior to the events of Defender of Justice, King Sombra!
There Will Be A Day (VashTheStampede)
“Oh sister,” Luna said as she strode into the hospital wing of the castle, where Celestia lay in a bed. Bandages were wrapped around the white Alicorn, and one of her rear legs was held up in a sling. “Sister, I am so sorry, I was unable to-”
“Luna, my dear, sweet, younger sister,” Celestia began, wincing as the bandages on her face rubbed across her burns, “This was not your fault. I did this to myself. Well, Sombra did this to me,” she managed a light laugh, “Really it was mostly Sombra.”
“I could not protect you,” Luna cried, “Sombra should not have had the chance to do any of this, I should have been able to-”
“Luna,” Celestia winced again, but let a certain firmness creep into her voice, “Neither of us could have predicted how strong he would be, nor his proficiency with dark magic. What happened has happened, and the important part is that we are both alive and well. Well, perhaps not well, but alive,” Celestia managed a bit more of a laugh this time.
“Sister…”
“The real tragedy is that we could not save the Crystal Empire,” Celestia said quietly, looking away, “All those ponies…”
“The seal will be worn down eventually. We can only hope that when it does, Sombra will have passed or have gone insane from the solitude,” the younger Alicorn said, hoping to cheer her sister up. “It has already happened, though. For now, please, focus on your own recovery. Perhaps when you have healed, together we can find a solution.”
“Lulu, please,” Celestia smiled when her sister blushed at the pet name, “I will make a full recovery. It may take some time, but you and I are resilient creatures. I will be fine, in time. Now, if you will excuse me, I am rather tired. I think I’ll lower the sun a bit early this evening. Is that alright with you?”
“Of course, sister,” Luna nodded solemnly, “I will raise the moon.”
“You don’t have to call me sister all the time, Lulu,” Celestia jokingly admonished her sister, before her horn glowed yellow for just a moment and it suddenly became rather dark outside.
It had been several months since the battle with the tyrant king, Sombra, and true to her word, Celestia had made a full recovery. Luna, however, had not. Celestia had long held the belief that emotional wounds took far longer to heal than physical ones, and once again Luna was proving her point for her. While Luna had escaped the battle with nary a scratch on her, she had only fallen deeper and deeper into depression, blaming herself for the far more serious wounds her sister had sustained. Celestia tried her best to bring her around, but it seemed nothing she tried could bring the darker mare out of her funk.
Early one afternoon, Celestia had found herself with some free time. Busy mare as she was, Celestia relished her moments of freedom, and decided to use this moment’s respite for a nap. Settling down in her bed, the white Alicorn princess closed her eyes. After mere moments, her breathing slowed and steadied, sleep taking the princess. A short time later, the door to her room opened slowly, carefully, and Princess Luna stepped in quietly, and gently stepped over to stand beside her sister’s bed.
“Sister, I will make sure you are never in harms way again,” Luna bent down and kissed the elder Alicorn’s forehead gently, and turned out to the balcony. She spread her wings, and with one graceful beat, took to the sky.
“Luna?” Celestia questioned to nopony in particular as she sleepily sat up. She caught a glance of a telltale blue starcluster of a tail disappeared beyond the threshold of the door “Luna, are you there?”
“There will be a day,” Luna’s horn began to glow, “When neither star nor sun shall waken.”
“Luna, what are you doing?” Celestia’s voice was unsteady as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and rolled out of her bed. “Luna?”
“Nor any change of light,” Luna continued, eyes closed, as in a trance, “Nor sound of waters shaken, nor any sound or sight.”
“Luna,” Celestia gasped, now aware of what her sister was doing, “Luna, stop this!”
“Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, nor days nor things diurnal,” Luna continued, unhearing.
“Luna!” Celestia was screaming now, all royal dignity forsaken, tears streaming down her face, “Luna! Stop! Please!”
“Only sleep eternal,” Luna opened her eyes, glowing white, the aura on her horn increasing to great volume, “in eternal night.”
“Luna, I love you, please, pleas sto-”
The aura around Luna’s horn exploded, a great flash of blackness taking the scene. For several moments, she could see nothing, darkness swallowing her sense of sight. The world began to fade back into view, and where her sister had been floating hovered an Alicorn she had never seen before – a deep, deep blue, nearly black coat accented by a galactic blue mane and tail, fangs protruding from her mouth, resting on her lower lip. Her wings, where they had once been feathery and beautiful, were now leathery, irregular, some parts almost draconic. The mare was taller, leaner, and fiercer looking than the one who had been there before her. Smooth, unadorned, slate blue armor covered her head and neck. A twisted mockery of Luna’s regalia hung around her neck and over her shoulders, more vicious in appearance than any Luna would have ever known.
“L-luna?” Celestia offered, voice unsteady, “Luna? Is- is that you?”
“Princess Luna is no more!” the great dark Alicorn shrieked, “We are Nightmare Moon! We are the Spirit of Night incarnate! We shall cover this land in eternal night and darkness, and you will never have to lift a hoof or stray from safety ever again! We will protect you and rule for you, Celestia.”
“Luna! You can’t do this, please, come back to me!”
“Luna is gone!” the mare cried again, anger cracking into her voice, “Luna was weak, Luna was helpless! Luna could not protect that which mattered most to her! We can do that! We will protect this realm! I will protect you!”
“Luna… I can still hear you, you are in there!” Celestia screamed back at this so-called Nightmare Moon.
“We told you, Luna is gone! No more will that weak-willed foal squander the magical power she has been given!”
“Lulu! Lulu, I know you are still in there!”
“Stop calling us that! Begone, Celestia, and I will watch you from afar. I will always be watching over you, dearest sister,” Nightmare Moon cried as she began to fly away and the sun plunged below the horizon.
For an entire week, Celestia remained inconsolable. The sun did not rise, the moon did not set. She remained in her room, crying for days as her sister had been torn from her, and she had failed to do anything to stop it. While the court mages were capable of raising the sun in the case of an unexpected absence, they lacked the magical prowess to overpower this new demigod holding it down. Citizens were beginning to grow concerned, and as much as she hated it, she had to agree with her advisors. She had to do something to stop Nightmare Moon, be it purification, imprisonment, or…
The white princess sat up suddenly. Memories of a story, of her sister – her sisters. Their gifts – the Elements of Harmony. If anything could bring Luna back to her, it would be them. Wordlessly, she stumbled from her bed and leapt from her balcony. None of her duties, what few of them remained in eternal night, couldn’t be handled by her court or her mages, so informing them was hardly necessary.
Months passed as Celestia searched far and wide across the world, slowly gathering the lost Elements. Honesty, Laughter, Magic, Generosity, Loyalty – all save her own, the Element of Kindness. Time passed, night eternal reigned in Equestria. Ponies were beginning to wonder when or even if Celestia would save them from this terror, their glorious leader having been absent from Canterlot for so long now. With time came progress, however, and finally, Celestia had assembled the lost Elements, and returned to her home to confront what had once been her sister.
Standing out on her balcony and staring out into the night sky, Celestia called out.
“Luna? I know you’re out there. Please, come to me, I would like to speak with you,” Alicorn cried for Alicorn, her white head and ethereal mane twisting and spinning as they searched the horizon.
“I told you I would be watching you, Celestia,” the high, reverberant voice met the diarch’s ears before her form met her eyes, “Do you think five little stones can stop me?”
“No, sister, I do not,” Celestia replied, frowning up at Nightmare Moon.
“I told you, I am not your sister. You spent all this time collecting them, though, so what, pray tell, are they for?”
“It’s not the stones that can save you, sister. It’s what they stand for. Generosity!” One of the stones flared with bright blue light, “Laughter!” Pink light shone forth, “Honesty! Loyalty! Magic!” A pillar of orange light erupted, then blue, then purple, “and Kindness.” Celestia’s entire body was bathed in a pale yellow glow. Six lights flew skyward and twisted, spun, merged into one solid pillar of rainbow light, arcing down towards Nightmare Moon.
“You think,” Nightmare Moon began with a laugh, “You honestly think this can defeat me?”
“No,” Celestia replied, her eyes ice, “I think this can save you.”
The light crashed around Nightmare Moon, churning, swirling in violent, turbulent patterns. Somewhere within, Celestia heard a scream erupt from the light, between the edges of the rainbow of power, she saw Nightmare Moon’s face. Fear was etched across it.
“Luna? Luna!” Celestia screamed, “Luna, please, let me help you! Let this help you! Don’t fight it, please!”
“I- We will never accept the help of you,” the dark mare shrieked, “You who we swore to protect, you who could not help yourself? We do not need your help, I-”
The light vanished, and so did Nightmare Moon. Celestia blinked a few times as the light faded from her vision.
“Lulu?” she asked weakly, searching in the night, “Lulu… Lulu please come back to me…”
“Look, the moon!” Celestia looked down, having been unaware of the gathered crowd beneath her. An earth pony had a hoof raised to the sky in awe, somewhere beyond where Celestia floated. She followed the crowd’s collective stare, up into the sky behind her. There, on the moon, previously featureless and serene, was the silhouette of an Alicorn. If she squinted, she could almost see it move.
Tales from the Justiceverse
The Inspection (VashTheStampede)
Author's Note
Rating: E
Content Tags: Comedy, Slice of Life
Major Characters: Princess Luna, Princess Celestia
Minor Characters: Nurse Redheart, Snowflake (Bulk Biceps), Brighter Horizons (OC from parent fic)
Other: Takes place between Chapters 21 and 22 of Defender of Justice, King Sombra!.
The Inspection (VashTheStampede)
“Sisterrrrrrr,” Luna whined as she entered the throne room, “I’m booooooored.”
Celestia looked up. She had to admit, she was too. Luna just had this way of… making her opinions known that Celestia had learned to hide hundreds of years ago. After a particularly embarrassing incident with the Griffin Empire, at least.
“Luna,” Celestia began as her sister continued to stride towards her, “Last time you were ‘bored,’ three Royal Guards ended up needing therapy. I sincerely hope you have some different form of… recreation in mind this time.”
“Oh absolutely,” Luna replied. Celestia had to move her head out of the way as her sister threw herself dramatically into the solar diarch’s lap, but before she could object, the blue Alicorn continued. “But I need you to come with me.”
“Luna, you know I can’t-”
“Just take a day off? Sure you can!” Luna said gleefully, trying to pull her sister down into a hug.
“Lulu,” Celestia said exasperatedly as her sister jerked her head around, “I can’t just leave Canterlot on a whim.”
“You do it all the time for Twilight.”
“… touché, sister, touché. Very well,” Celestia sat up, pulling her sister with her, “What is it that you want to do?”
“Well first,” Luna wrapped herself around her sister and hugged her tightly, “I want to give you a hug.”
“Alright,” Celestia said, returning the embrace, “You have accomplished that. Now what?”
“Hmm… you know Ponyville?”
“Yes, I know Ponyville,” the white Alicorn deadpanned at her little sister, “What of it? Would you like to visit?”
“Yes, but… not like this,” Luna answered, gesturing to herself, “Perhaps something a little more… low-key? The annual inspections are coming up, and it would give us an excellent, how to put it, insider viewpoint for when we discuss things with Miss Horizons. I would so love to visit them on their terms,” the big blue princess was still laid out across her elder’s lap, hamming it up as hard as possible.
“Ah, yes, Brighter Horizons’ Home for Foals. One could hardly forget,” Celestia said with a sad sigh. The existence of orphanages around Equestria was something that continually pained the Princess, but there was desperately little that could be done about it. “What exactly do you mean ‘on their terms,’ though, dear sister?”
Luna smiled and her horn flashed briefly. Celestia blinked at the bright flash of light and found a young blue unicorn seated on her lap when she opened her eyes again.
“… Luna?” Celestia asked tentatively.
“I call this form Dusky Stardrop,” Luna replied, her voice much higher than before, but still distinctly hers, “I’ve used it a few times to visit towns or cities in a more… subtle manner. I seem to recall you used to do the same thing?”
“That was a very long time ago, sister,” Celestia said with a hint of laughter.
“Come on, Celestia. Once more. Just once more, become a foal and have a little fun,” Luna implored, her wide, too-big-for-her-head eyes making their full effect on her elder sister.
“Alright, fine. We can do it again, for old times’ sake,” Celestia said. She could hardly refuse that face. A thousand years of pent-up guilt also made it a little hard for her to deny her sister’s requests, no matter how absurd they may have been. This was no exception. Celestia closed her eyes and focused for a moments, and the faintest breath of air ruffled Dusky Stardrop’s mane as the big white Alicorn shrunk, lost her wings, and then her horn. Sitting next to the blue unicorn on the throne was a diminutive white earth pony with a cotton candy blue mane and magenta eyes.
“Earth pony?” Dusky asked.
“It feels nice to be so… close to the earth,” Celestia replied, “Anyways, I… I need a name.”
“Hmm…” Night Dancer put a hoof to her chin and hummed in thought. “How about… Morning Sky?”
“That would be great if I were a Pegasus,” Celestia shot her sister down, “Maybe… Sunrise?”
“That might be a little obvious, don’t you think?” Luna joked, bopping her sister on the nose.
“No more so than Dusky.”
“… Touché. Ah, sister, you have forgotten one thing.”
“Have I?”
“Your cutie mark. Or rather, your lack thereof,” Luna gestured with a hoof.
“I thought you said you wanted to meet the orphans on their terms?”
“I fail to see how being lacking a cutie mark is synonymous with being an orphan, but perhaps it will be nice to not have to worry about having a special talent for once,” Luna replied, mulling the thought over in her mind for a few moments. When she finished talking, the little unicorn’s horn glowed for just a moment, and her cutie mark vanished, leaving nothing but smooth blue fur in its wake.
“Very well then sister, shall we depart?”
“Just a moment, Luna,” the little white earth pony replied, invisible horn bringing a piece of parchment over to her. “Dearest… Word… Weaver…” she began to speak her letter as she wrote. It was a habit she had picked up shortly after Luna’s banishment, and had never really shaken. “I will be taking the day off, as will my sister. If an emergency arises and you should find yourselves in need of us, we will be in Ponyville. If not, you can expect our return later this evening. With thanks, Celestia. There, wouldn’t want to scare our beloved subordinates too much now, would we?”
“It is less fun that way, but I can see the reasoning behind it. Are we now ready to leave?”
Sunrise nodded. “Put us somewhere on the outskirts of town. If we are to play the part of orphans without a home, we should most likely not arrive pristine and perfect.”
Dusky nodded her assent and her horn shone a deep blue for just a moment, before both fillies disappeared.
The moment the duo rematerialized, Sunrise launched herself at her younger sister, bringing the filly into the dirt with a full-body tackle. Luna yelped in surprise, confusion and a bit of alarm blaring in her mind before she caught on to what her sister was doing. Grinning wickedly, she magically took hold of a hoofful of the solar filly’s mane and yanked, throwing Celestia off balance and off her younger sister. Taking advantage of the moment, she rolled over and for a second had the upper hoof – having completely forgotten the earth pony beneath her was an Alicorn in disguise. In an instant, the same trick was turned around and used on her, and she let out a small grunt of pain as something tugged at her mane and over Celestia’s head.
The two rolled and fought for several minutes, taking care not to cause too much harm, but absolutely roughing each other up. Finally, Celestia collapsed, laughing hysterically, ceding victory to her little sister. Manes were tangled and knees were scuffed – they exuded the very essence of poor children down on their luck.
“Are we adequately ‘roughed up,’ sister?” Luna asked, offering a hoof to the little white earth pony.
Sunrise took the extended hoof gratefully and pulled herself up. She looked up to the sky – it was overcast, likely to rain soon. “I believe this should be enough, and perhaps a little mud from the coming rainstorm will add to it. Let’s head into town, shall we? It should be…” Celestia looked back and forth down the road, “It should be…”
“It is this way,” Luna said with a smile, the dark blue unicorn trotting off towards the town.
“I knew that.”
“No you did not, sister.”
“No, I didn’t,” Celestia admitted, setting off at a brief gallop to catch up with her sister. The pair walked in content familial silence into the town, rain eventually starting to fall gently on their heads. It was a pleasant rain, warm and life-giving, and just enough to muddy their hooves a bit. Eventually, the sisters stopped in front of the sign at their destination.
“Brighter Horizons’ Home for Foals,” Dusky read aloud, “This must be the place.”
“Indeed it is, Luna. Or rather, Dusky. A slip of the tongue like that would be… problematic once other ponies can hear us.”
“Very true. May we simply enter? Should we knock?”
“I think we can just go in,” Celestia answered, heading down the path to the front door, Luna following her closely. The earth filly pushed open the door, surprised to find nopony waiting for them in the entry. She looked to her sister and they shared a moment of confusion and disappointment. Wiping their hooves on the welcome mat, they trotted towards the desk near the back of the room. On its corner, Celestia noticed a small bell with a sign beneath it, reading ‘Ring for assistance.’
“Well, I guess we are in need of assistance,” Celestia thought aloud, and dinged the bell. Within seconds, the doors on one side of the room opened, and a golden unicorn stepped into the room.
“Sorry for the wa-” the mare began before processing the sight before her and immediately changing subjects and tone. “Do you need food? A bath? A place to stay? You look hurt! Redheart!”
“Coming!” came a voice from another room. As soon as the sound had registered in her mind, Brighter turned her attention back to the foals before her.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to greet you immediately,” she started, kneeling down and offering hugs to the two fillies, who graciously accepted. “Welcome to Brighter Horizons’ Home for Foals. I am Brighter Horizons. May I ask your names?”
“I am Sunrise Stardrop,” Celestia said, throwing in a little shake to her voice to make the act more convincing, “And this is my little sister, Dusky Stardrop.”
“Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you,” Brighter moved away from them slightly, “Though perhaps not so much for you to meet me. Are… do you…” the unicorn trailed off, letting the rest of the question go implied. Dusky nodded, but Sunrise merely looked away.
“I see. I’m sorry,” Brighter quietly replied.
“Here, here, I’m here,” a white earth pony said as she entered the room, hastily shoving open the doors, “What do you n- oh my goodness, are you two alright?” Nurse Redheart’s attention shifted away from her boss the moment she noticed the two dirty and bruised fillies.
“It seems we’re going to have two new tenants,” Brighter said solemnly, “Sunrise and Dusky Stardrop, two sisters. Would you mind giving them a brief examination? If that’s okay with you two, of course,” she turned, asking the little fillies their permission. “It’s nothing more than a little check-up to make sure you’re not seriously hurt or have some illness that might be dangerous to the other foals. You’re just in time for lunch though, so right after that you’ll get a nice hot meal. How does that sound?”
“That would be very nice, thank you,” Dusky spoke for the first time, the little filly’s voice a little unsteady. Redheart smiled down at the foals and gently lead them away to the infirmary.
About half an hour of pokes, prods, and examining later, Redheart had determined the fillies were in no worse condition than they looked – just a little dirty and scuffed up was all. Luna made note of how quickly and gently Redheart had gone about her job, taking care to keep their comfort above all else, when possible. Celestia had never been fond of needles, but she understood it as a necessity. After that, a damp washcloth, a comb, and a Band-Aid or two, and the sisters looked good as new, and Redheart lead them back across the hall and into the kitchen.
“Everyone, please say hi to Sunrise and Dusky,” Redheart said to the 15-odd foals around the tables.
“Hi Sunrise, hi Dusky,” the children replied with varying degrees of enthusiasm, but most smiling. Luna smiled back.
“They’ll be staying with us for a while,” the nursemare continued, “So please, everypony treat them the same way you’d treat the Princesses!”
Luna and Celestia looked at each other, trying their best to mask the alarm. Do they know? Celestia asked her sister telepathically.
How could they? Luna answered, Unless Miss Redheart knows something about Alicorn biology that even we do not and could not mask with this transformation.
“Relax, it’s just something we’ve started to say around here,” the bigger white earth pony said, as if sensing their unease, “The Princesses generally don’t show up unannounced. We’ll have plenty of warning.”
Sister help me for I fear I am going to die of laughter, Luna thought at Celestia, the deep blue filly chewing on her own tongue to avoid displaying her amusement
You have no idea how hard I’m trying not to do the same, Celestia thought back.
“Alright, there are a couple empty seats over there by Tag-a-long,” Redheart pointed, and a little yellow filly with an orange mane waved over at them, “We’re having pasta with marinara sauce, do you like that?”
The disguised princesses nodded vigorously, and happily trotted over to the indicated chairs.
“Wonderful. Snowflake, could you get a couple more plates down?”
“Sure thing,” a low voice answered before a high-pitched buzz filled the room. Luna and Celestia turned to the source of the noise, and their jaws dropped. Sure, she’d been here before and he’d worked here for years, but every single time Celestia managed to forget about Snowflake. The behemoth of a Pegasus was one of the only ponies that even got close to her normal height, but shrunken down so she suddenly became very aware of how other ponies must feel when looking at her. Luna, for her part, had never met the hulk before, and merely stared in awe, unable to comprehend how a pony so large could be floating through the air with such ease. He spun and rotated through the air, setting two empty plates down in front of the fillies and depositing forks beside those.
How in your name is he doing that? Luna thought to her sister, still blatantly staring.
He’s a Pegasus. Stunted wing growth.
Physics says no.
Magic says yes.
Luna groaned aloud, garnering a couple looks from the foals around the table. “Sorry, it has been quite a while since I have had a proper meal,” Luna explained with a lie, “I am just a little… eager is all.”
“Well, we’ll make sure to get you the first serving then,” Snowflake spoke from overhead, buzzing back into the kitchen area. Flying back in with a large pot in his hooves, he set it surprisingly delicately on the table before the blue filly. Reaching in with a large pasta scoop, he pulled up a clump of spaghetti and placed it neatly on the princess’ plate. “That enough for ya?”
Luna threw on a grateful smile and nodded happily.
“Awesome. And for you, little miss Sunrise?” He scooped some of the stringy pasta onto Celestia’s plate. “That enough?”
“Could I get a little more, please?”
“Of course! We made plenty for everypony,” he said, adding another helping to her plate.
“Thank you!”
“Absolutely,” Snowflake replied, before moving to the little colt next to Luna, and proceeding around the table, doling out spaghetti to each foal in turn. The sauce came around next, the mammoth Pegasus once again passing out plentiful portions to each little child. Celestia had to admit that, while it didn’t quite compare to the Royal Kitchens, for a meal made quickly and made to feed many it was rather tasty. Judging by how quickly Luna had devoured her own portion and asked for seconds, her little sister agreed. The meal passed quickly, amicable chatter surrounding the princesses as the foals eagerly chomped down their food.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier group of orphaned foals, Celestia thought to Luna as Redheart and Snowflake collected the now-empty plates from the tables.
I do not believe I have either, sister.
“Alright, my little ponies,” Brighter began, walking into the room, “I was going to suggest going to the park for a while this afternoon, but it seems there’s been a bit of a rainstorm. I guess we’ll just have a relaxing afternoon in?”
The foals murmured agreement, smiles and nods all around. Some set off to do homework, others simply sat down to chat with one another. Celestia found a book of short stories on a bookshelf and settled into a corner, reading peacefully and quietly observing the children as the day waned on. Luna, on the other hoof, followed a group of colts into another room and watched a couple movies with them. And so the day passed – and so, much to the confusion of Equestrian citizens around the country, the day remained.
Sister, isn’t it getting a little late? Celestia asked, glancing at the clock on the wall.
A little late for wha-
“That’s odd,” Redheart thought aloud, “It’s almost eight o’clock, shouldn’t the sun have set by now?”
Oh horsefeathers.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Dusky declared loudly, standing up suddenly and shuffling quickly over to the washroom. Horsefeathers horsefeathers horsefeathers- Luna cursed to herself, jumping into the large stall at the back of the bathroom and standing up on the toilet seat to get a good look out the window. She concentrated for a moment, a blue glow encompassing her horn, and the sun went down in rather a rush, replaced quickly by the moon. Much better, that was almost ba- Luna’s own thoughts were interrupted as she felt herself slip.
Several minutes later, a rather humiliated and slightly damp unicorn walked back out of the bathroom.
What took so long, Luna? Did you fall in?
Cease thy speech, sister.
“Did anypony else just see that?” Brighter asked, in a bit of a state of shock over the rather… abrupt change from day to night. A few other ponies nodded or mumbled agreement, but Tag-a-long was staring intently at the disguised sisters, a small frown upon her face. Luna and Celestia did their best to inconspicuously avoid eye contact.
“Alright,” Redheart said, drawing out the syllables as she mulled this new experience over in her mind, “Well… I guess we should start getting to bed, then. Alright, children, lets go get our teeth brushed and get ready for bed!”
As if on cue, two toothbrushes appeared next to the fillies, encapsulated in a vivid green aura. “Need these?” Brighter offered with a laugh. The princesses took the toothbrushes gratefully, following the other foals into the bathrooms.
Twenty minutes later, the foals were tucked neatly into bed. Luna and Celestia shared a bed much smaller than either was used to having individually, but their comparatively tiny foal bodies made up for the unusually little bed.
Should we not go home, Celestia?
I think it would be a little awkward for our hosts if we were to disappear in the night, and I dare say our new friends would have heart attacks if we suddenly revealed ourselves. One more night won’t hurt. Plus, it isn’t often we get to sleep like this. I miss this, I missed us sister, just being sisters. I think we both needed this.
I missed this too, sister.
“Celestia! Celestia!” Luna hissed, trying to wake her sister. “It is late! Too late! The sun was supposed to go up half an hour ago!”
“Nnnng, Luna, five more minutes…” Celestia groaned in reply, rolling over.
“Guuuuuuh,” Luna growled, and punched her sister in the side with a hoof. “Get up!”
Celestia jolted awake. “L- Dusky, what on earth are you waking me up for? The sun isn’t even up yet!”
“Yes! We know! And whose fault is that?” Luna whispered angrily.
“Oh. Oh, right. Yeah, that’s on me.”
“Well fix it!”
“What’re you talking about?” Tag-a-long asked groggily from the bed beside them, “It’s still so early, the sun’s not even up yet… waitaminute,” the little filly took a glance at the clock, “Shouldn’t the sun be up already? Did the Princess forget?”
“Maybe she did, Tag-a-long,” Dusky answered calmly, kicking her sister in the ribs again.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Sunrise declared in a panic, the only excuse springing to mind being the same as her sister’s last night. She rolled from the bed and hustled along the floor, stepping both as quickly and as quietly as she could manage. Sliding into the little fillies room, she hopped up on the toilet seat and looked out the window. The moon was nowhere to be found. Oh me dang it, it’s on the other side of the building. She hopped down and walked back out of the bathroom, looking left, right, left again to make sure nopony was watching, swallowed heavily, and pressed open the door to the colts room across the hall. Thanking herself, the room was mercifully empty. She closed the door to the stall behind her, and looked out the window. There sat the moon, still lingering above the horizon. I really screwed this one up. She concentrated, her invisible horn glistening gold for just a moment, and the moon went down. Now to raise the su-
She paused with a hoof on the stall door as the door to the bathroom opened.
Immediately she twisted the lock back and moved back to the toilet seat, hopping up on it in hopes her legs would pass as a colt’s if the other pony happened to take notice. A light blush crept on the mare’s face as she head the telltale sounds of the next stall over being used. A flush, a couple pumps of soap, and a few seconds of hoof-washing later, the mystery pony once again walked out of the bathroom. Sending out a silent prayer of thanks to the mysterious forces of luck in the universe, Celestia opened the stall door and hurried out of the bathroom, back across the hall, and into the room she would have a less difficult time explaining why she was in. Jumping up to take a look out the window, she gently cast the same spell she had every morning of every day for so many, many years, watching the sun gently drift above the horizon.
Well, that’s taken care of.
Did you fall in, sister?
Okay, I deserved that one, Luna. A telepathic giggle echoed through her mind, her sister’s laughter warming her heart a little.
“Alright everypony, despite the weirdness with the sun,” Brighter Horizons entered the room already speaking, “it is in fact still a school day. Let’s all get ready to go. Dusky, Sunrise, do you want to come with us?”
Luna and Celestia shared a brief look, shrugged, turned back to their unquestioning host and nodded.
“Oh wonderful,” Brighter answered. “Alright my little ponies, chop-chop!”
Celestia had forgotten how fond of Miss Cheerilee she was. Well, perhaps fond wasn’t quite the honest word – it was a bit closer to envy. She loved being a leader, she really, truly did, but there was a part of her that would give anything to just be a normal school teacher. But the laws of fate were written and her mother had decided her destiny all those years ago, and Celestia knew that it was a dream that would never be. Still, she was not bitter about it, just… perhaps a little sad.
Returning from school was an interesting experience – Cheerilee had not taught the sisters anything they did not already know, but really, that wasn’t the mare’s fault. The other foals had eagerly drunk up from the schoolteacher’s overflowing fount of knowledge, even if they didn’t quite retain it all. Both sisters had spent some time helping the other foals with their homework in the afternoon and into the evening when a loud knock came from the front door. Brighter Horizons quickly stood and walked over to the door.
Was that the knock pattern I think it was?
The jig is up, sister.
“Oh, hello,” Brighter said as she opened the door, finding two royal guards standing on the other side of the door, “Can I help you kind stallions?”
“Good evening ma’am. I am Captain Shining Armor of the Royal Guard, and this is Captain Mooncharger of the Night’s Watch,” the white unicorn introduced himself and his dark gray thestral partner with a bow. His words were distinctly annunciated, sounding stiff and formal. “We are here looking for two young fillies who ran away from their parents and have caused a bit of a commotion in Canterlot. A note they left behind suggested they might be in Ponyville, and as neither Mayor Mare nor my sister, Twilight Sparkle, knew of anything specific, it was suggested I come here instead. Have you maybe come across two young sisters, one with a coat of pure white and another with a coat of deep blue?”
“It seems a little odd that the Captains themselves would be sent out for something like this,” Brighter puzzled aloud, seeing the stallion’s jaw clench ever so slightly at the statement. “No offense, of course, I am aware that the Princess cares for all her little ponies equally and that every mission is an important one. Yes, however, I have seen the fillies you are asking about. Dusky and Sunrise Stardrop?”
“That would be them,” Mooncharger replied, the faintest hint of annoyance in his voice. “May we please see them, so that we may return them to their families?”
“Of course sirs, right this way,” Brighter stepped aside and motioned for the stallions to enter. They followed her through the entryway and into the living area. As they entered, they spotted the two fillies in question sitting among a group of other foals, chatting happily. They looked over at the guards as they entered, faces filling with shame as cheeky grins spread across their faces.
“P-“ Mooncharger tried to cry out, silenced a fraction of a second later with a soft blue glow from Dusky’s horn.
We apologize greatly for the inconveniences we have caused in Canterlot, but please, please dear Mooncharger, do not break the illusion. Do you understand? Think ‘yes’ if you understand, Luna’s voice invaded the Captain’s mind.
Y-yes, I understand, he thought, hoping that his thoughts would be heard.
Thank you, dear Captain. We will come with you, if you give us a moment to say goodbye. Again, think ‘yes’ if this is acceptable.
Yes, he thought obediently.
Dusky nodded to him, the glow around her horn disappearing. Shining Armor looked over at him curiously. Mooncharger simply nodded, years of service together conveying in silence what others would need to say.
“Well, my new friends, it has certainly been fun, but it seems we must leave now,” Dusky announced to the group. Foals swarmed around them, some laughing, others simply offering goodbyes. One in particular slipped to the front and hugged them closely.
“You’re not quite as subtle as you think you are, Princesses,” Tag-a-long whispered in their ears as she hugged them goodbye, “but I am very glad you came to us as you did. It was wonderful to meet you. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anypony. I think my mom would have a heart attack if she knew who you two really were. Was this one of the annual inspections?”
“It was very pleasant to make your acquaintance as well, Tag-a-long,” Luna replied with a giggle, giving the filly a quick squeeze and pulling away, “In a way, it was. Rest assured, my little filly, the love here is tangible. Your mother will continue to receive full funding for the foreseeable future. I hope to meet you again some time.”
“Me too!” Tag-a-long cheered as the fillies were lead away by the Guardsponies.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Mooncharger began to speak. “Permission to speak freely, Princesses?”
“Of course, Captain Mooncharger,” Celestia and Luna answered in unison.
The thestral sighed. “I understand that everypony needs a break from time to time, but please, do not be so… spontaneous about it next time. Do you know who gets put in charge when you both disappear without a trace? I suspect you do, but I’m going to tell you anyways. It’s Discord. Discord gets put in charge in Canterlot. Let me tell you, that is not anypony’s idea of a good time. Except Discord’s. Discord’s idea of a good time is terrifying. It’s going to be a lot more than three Royal Guards needing therapy this time.”
“It was Luna’s idea,” Sunrise said, jutting a hoof out and pointing at her sister.
“It most certainly was no-” Dusky began to object, then quieted at a glare from Mooncharger. “It was my idea.”
“I’m sorry for the trouble we caused you, my fair Captains,” Celestia said, her voice suddenly very sincere. “If we make any further excursions, we will be sure to provide more warning in the future.”
“And do something to prevent Discord from being in charge… ever again?”
“We make no promises.”
Tales from the Justiceverse
The Changeling Drone (Fyeten)
Author's Note
Rating: T (one instance of language)
Content Tags: Comedy, Slice of Life
Major Characters: OC (Changeling Drone/Nurse Lightheart)
Minor Characters: N/A
Other: Takes place prior to the events of Defender of Justice, King Sombra!.
The Changeling Drone (Fyeten)
Silence. There was nothing but silence as the changeling drone regained consciousness, although that was not entirely true. There was the sound of a light breeze carelessly traveling through some trees, but the most important sound to the changeling was missing. The Queen’s voice was silent.
To say the drone did not know how to react would be an understatement, for it would be a lie to say that the drone could do things on its own. The drone obeyed the Queen’s orders unquestioningly for the drone had no mind with which to question them. Without the Queen to give it orders, the drone would be content to lay there, face down in the dirt, until it died of starvation.
Or rather, it should have been. Without warning the drone opened its eyes and lifted its head out of the dirt, fixing its gaze on Canterlot in the distance. Canterlot. Mere moments ago, or so it seemed, the drone had been in Canterlot, the Queen’s voice crying out in victory throughout its mind. And then, out of nowhere, something had hit the drone and now it was sitting in a small crater of dirt and torn up grass.
“What happened?”
The drone’s ears perked up as it turned its head to try to locate the source of the voice that suddenly cut through the absolute silence.
“What was that?” There the voice was again. The drone kept looking around, trying to locate the voice. However, from its position on the ground, all the drone could see was the edge of the crater it was in, the tops of a few trees a short distance away, and Canterlot even further away.
“Can’t see anything from here.” The drone strained its ears, trying to discern even so much as the general direction the voice was coming from, but the voice didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere.
Things continued on like this for a while, the voice saying something and the drone trying to figure out the source of the voice. Indeed, this may have continued on for quite a while indeed had it not been for something amazing happening. The changeling drone, the mindless puppet of the Queen, realized something.
“Wait a minute, that voice isn’t coming from around here,” ‘it’s coming from inside me.’
Me. That word reverberated through the drone’s mind as an unfamiliar feeling started welling up inside it.
‘What is this? How is this? Drones don’t think, they—we—I?’ The word was unfamiliar to the drone. It was not used to thinking of itself in such a way, mostly due to not being used to thinking at all. It was used to being told things, and obeying without thought; it was used to the Queen thinking for it. The more these thoughts showed up, the harder the drone found it to breathe. Some part in the back of the drone’s head dimly realized that it was starting to panic; for the first time in its entire life the drone was feeling emotions, and it was panicking.
‘Drones aren’t supposed to think, I’m not supposed to think, what happened am I dying is this what happens when drones die what am I supposed to do my Queen tell me what I’m supposed to do whatishappeningwhyisithappening…’ The drone’s thoughts went on like this for quite a while, its thoughts growing more and more frantic with every passing moment. Eventually these thoughts became too much, and the drone collapsed to the ground in mental exhaustion… but as it did, the drone had a moment of clarity.
‘I am an individual… I can do… I can do whatever I want. I can be whoever I want to be, I can-’ the drone once again noticed Canterlot in the distance. ‘I can be a wanted fugitive. Shit.’ Surely changelings would be branded enemies of the state after the queen’s foolish actions. That last thought lead to more turmoil within the Drone’s head. Had it just questioned the queen?
For the first time in its entire life, the Drone could question its—no, her—queen, and at this very moment, she was questioning a lot of things. It felt weird to her to be able to do such things, and in many ways it felt like she was doing something very naughty, but the more she thought, the more she felt okay with this; the more she felt like she was doing the right thing. She had never thought about doing the right thing before. She had imitated many ponies before, and they thought about such things, but she never had. After all, she had been nothing more than a puppet operated by her queen, and what use was there in a puppet thinking, let alone thinking about such things as questions of what is right and what is wrong?
Now that she was capable of such thoughts, however, her queen’s actions were making her more and more uncomfortable. Sure, they needed to feed on love to survive, but did they have to take on the form of somepony else and steal it? That thought made her stop. ‘Do changelings need to steal love? Can we take on a form of our choosing instead of mimicking somepony else’s form?’ The Drone had made up her mind, she needed to find out.
Deciding to try changing into past forms a few times first, the Drone called up memories of the times when her queen had made her change forms. Carefully she examined them, and, after a quick calming breath, slowly began calling forth the necessary magic. Focusing on the form of a pony randomly selected from her memories—that brought forth a thought that ruined her focus.
Her memories. Until today, these memories were merely stored within her, but now? Now they were her memories, the mere act of accessing them feeling to her as if she was making a claim on them; each memory accessed almost felt like it needed to be accompanied with a possessive growl of “mine!” The Drone spent a few minutes lost in thought, accessing more and more memories. With each progressive memory she became more and more aware and sure of the fact that the feeling welling up inside her was giddy excitement. She was unsure why she was excited, but at the moment that didn’t matter. The mere act of being excited was more than enough for her. She felt lighter than a feather, she felt as though the weight of the whole world couldn’t bring her down, she felt like… she felt like dancing.
A thought that once upon a time would have been literally unthinkable, she wanted to dance. She was not just thinking about something, she wanted to do something. For the briefest moment, a thought of ‘can I dance’ floated through her head, but as soon as the thought appeared, it was gone, and she was dancing.
It was, in a word, graceless. Yet, despite moving as though she were born with three left hooves and one permanently sleeping right hoof, she danced with such energy and joy that such details didn’t matter. She continued dancing her dance of happiness for a number of minutes before tripping over one of her own hooves and collapsing onto the ground in a fit of giggles.
“My heart… it feels so light,” she quietly said to herself between giggles as she stared up at the cloudless sky. A short while passed on like this, the Drone laying there giggling to herself, a faint smile seeming to be permanently stuck on her face. After the shortest fit of giggles yet, a new thought drifted into her head.
‘I’m going to need a name, aren’t I?’ She couldn’t just go around referring to herself, much less introducing herself, as Drone, after all. Now staring thoughtfully into the sky, the Drone spent a few minutes pondering this question. While she pondered a name, fear started to build up within her. What would happen to her if queen Chrysalis found out about her, and how would she react if a lowly drone had given itself a name? How would queen Chrysalis react if she knew she had been dancing?
As soon as that last question posed itself in her head, something changed. Whereas moments before the fear was gripping her more and more, threatening to boil over into panic, now it was as though every spot the fear went to grab onto was occupied by something else, and with nothing else to do, it simply drifted away.
Dancing. It had brought her such joy to be able to do such a simple thing, who knows what else there was waiting for her out there to bring her such joy, or maybe even more joy? Another fit of giggles escaped from her mouth at that thought, and an odd desire accompanied it. She decided to give into this desire and began to roll around in her mirth, enjoying the feeling of the grass beneath her tickling her carapace. Eventually she went back to staring at the sky, hooves outstretched and a content smile upon her face. ‘My light heart has returned, it seems,’ she thought to herself before pausing as an odd thought struck her.
“Light… heart,” she slowly whispered to herself, as though she were tasting the individual sounds. “Light heart,” this time the words came out a bit faster, a bit louder, confidence welling up inside her. “Lightheart. That’s it! Lightheart! My name is Lightheart!” If what she had felt earlier while dancing had been joy, then the emotion that built up within her every time she said her new name was indescribable. Lightheart leapt up from the ground, not quite sure what she would do now that she was no longer lying down, but it didn’t matter. She had a name now, and that was all that mattered in that moment. She wanted to dance, she wanted to sing, she wanted to shout her name for all to hear.
She was mere moments away from hopping into the air and flying straight for the nearest pony town when she remembered something. She was still in her natural form, and ponies probably wouldn’t be too happy to see a changeling.
“Now that won’t do at all,” she muttered to herself, frowning slightly. Closing her eyes, Lightheart started to construct a new form for herself in her head, still not knowing if crafting a unique form was even possible, but deciding the best way to find out would be to just try. After a few moments she called forth her magic, relishing the unfamiliarly familiar feeling. Sure, she had changed her form countless times in the past, but never had she been the one in control.
As the magic finished washing over her body, she lifted a hoof to quickly see if it had worked. Instead of the usual black, hole-ridden hoof, a thin, whole, pale yellow-green hoof greeted her. Quickly looking around for a pond or something with which she could more closely inspect her new form, the glimpse of a navy blue mane momentarily distracted her away from noticing a nearby pond. Trotting over to the pond, Lightheart gazed into it, being greeted by icy blue eyes filled with more warmth than their color would imply.
After double-checking that her body had come out the way she wanted it to, her attention turned to her mane. When creating her form it had given her a great deal of difficulty until she recalled a poster she had seen once advertising a singer. Sapphire… something. Recalling the mare’s mane style, she had decided that she liked it, and as such that was how the mane on her head was now styled.
After double-checking her tail and her cutie mark, a red cross within a white heart, her attention shifted to one final detail. One horn, no wings. She wasn’t sure why she had decided on taking the form of a unicorn, but looking at her reflection in the pond, she felt as if no other choice would have been… right.
Now that she had a pony form of her own, there was one thing left for Lightheart to do. She looked around for a few moments before striking off in the direction she hoped the nearest town was in.
It turns out that Lightheart had gone off in the exact opposite direction of the nearest town. However, even if she could somehow go back and head off in a different direction, she wouldn’t. She loved Ponyville, even if it had taken a few days to reach. Everypony in this town was just so friendly and helpful and accepting, it was almost as if this town was made for changelings. She reflected on this thought as she happily trotted home after another wonderful day of helping ponies.
Some ponies might find it odd or possibly even insensitive to say that working at a hospital could be a wonderful job, but wonderful is the only word Lightheart could think of that fit. After all, it was a job where she could be there for ponies who were receiving terrible news, and help those who were hurting. She was helping ease both physical and emotional pain, and she was good at it, too. She wasn’t sure if she just had a knack for it or if she had been able to glean more from her memories of the time Chrysalis had her pose as a nurse than she initially realized, but there were two things Lightheart was absolutely sure of. She loved her job, and she wanted to do this for the rest of her life.
Happily humming a tune she had overheard that morning, Lightheart considered these thoughts as her home came into view. Your average pony would probably call such a place quaint only if they were in a generous mood; Lightheart’s friends were practically mortified when they learned that this little shack was her home (Lightheart giggled upon thinking about how they would react if they knew she lived on the streets prior to the so-called ‘crime against houses’). Yet, even though she had lived in it for only a couple of weeks, Lightheart could think of no place she’d rather call home.
Closing the front door behind her, Lightheart quickly went through all the rooms in her house, making sure none of the curtains had somehow come undone again, before doing something that she only dared do since acquiring her house; she changed back into her natural form. As much as she loved the form she had created for herself, she felt she needed to let her wings flutter and air out her holes every once in a while.
Glancing over at a nearby vanity mirror and feeling oddly reassured by seeing the fanged visage of a changeling drone staring back, Lightheart turned towards her kitchen before noticing something out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head back to the mirror she was able to see herself in profile now, but there was something wrong. Almost every detail about her form was as she expected to see, except for one little tiny detail. There was something on her flank. Something that shouldn’t be there. Oh it was definitely something familiar, even if the colors were blue and green instead of red and white, but it was something that should’ve disappeared when she reverted to her changeling form.
Thinking she perhaps had just forgotten to fully dispel her disguise, she summoned up her magic only for nothing to happen. It was at this moment that Lightheart started getting worried. What was it? What if it was the sign of some sort of rare changeling disease? Who could she go to for help? Why did it look like her disguised self’s cutie mark?
‘Wait a minute...’ Just like that, the reality of what she was staring at hit her. She, a changeling drone, had a cutie mark. Lightheart fainted.
