Phases of the Moon

by Kipakuta

Rating: everyone
Tags: Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Princess Luna, Original Character
Length: 22177

Princess Luna's return and adjustment to modern society.

Once thought to be a mere myth, Princess Luna returns. However, she has a lot of catching up to do. With the aid of family, and new friends, She may be able to step out of the shadows and shine on her own.

Published 2015-04-15 12:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-15 04:52:28 UTC

Rising Crescent

"Halt," Luna called out to Lime, as the unicorn maid passed by her. "Dost thou have a spare moment of time?"

Lime turned and bowed. "I apologize, your Highness, but I have a full day today."

"Very well, Maid..."

"Lime Sherbet, your highness."

"Maid Lime. We shan't cause thee to tarry." Lime rose then continued of her path. Luna headed down a side corridor, then knocked on the third door on the left.

"Come in." A voice called from within. Luna did so. "Princess Luna, how may I be of service?" Sandy Spurs greeted.

"Chancellor, We do wish to submit a proposal." She levitated a pair of scrolls from a small saddlebag.

Sandy Spurs reached out for the scrolls. "I must say that your spell-casting has shown vast improvement over the last week."

Luna smiled. "I do thank thee. We could barely lift a teacup when we first returned, and now it is but a trifle to write documents."

Sandy nodded, then broke the seal on one scroll. "So let's see what your Highness wishes, Looks like you want to bestow an honor on somepony."

"Indeed we do." Luna grinned. "One that we do think worthy of such an accolade."

Sandy Spurs' smile waned slightly as she read the rest of the proposal. "This is technically correct, and legally sound, but I'm not sure if the Parliament will approve."

"Why would they not?" Luna asked. "Posthumous honors have been awarded before. And this pony did perform a valuable service for the Nation."

Sandy pointed to the date of passing. "First, Sugar Beet has been at rest since 863. Secondly, you wish to honor them for an invention of a food item?"

Luna indicated the second scroll. "We have written our case in great detail, in order to persuade the Parliament."

Sandy Spurs opened the second scroll. In addition to a large essay, there were graphs and charts drawn in the scroll. "I can't fault your research, or your findings and conclusion."

"Perhaps this would persuade thee?" Luna produced a doughnut from another compartment of her saddlebag.

Sandy Spurs snickered. "This could constitute bribery your Highness, but I see why you would want to honor Sugar Beet for inventing the things." She accepted the pastry, and bit off a chunk. "I approve. And your proposal will be accepted for consideration as well."

"Many thanks, Chancellor." Luna exclaimed, resisting the urge to cheer. After a quick exchange of pleasantries, She departed.

Luna stared up at the ceiling over her bed. Scattered on the floor were magazines and activity books. "Tis most vexing," She grumbled. "I do understand the purpose of crosswords, but the enjoyment is spoiled by having to research the answer for many of the clues." A knock on the door interrupted her reverie. With a grunt, she rolled off the bed, adjusted her regalia, and called out. "Enter."

The door opened, and Lime Sherbet stepped in. "Your Highness, it's time for the afternoon cleaning."

Luna motioned to the clutter. "These pamphlets have lost their novelty, yet there are still activities to do. If Thou wishes, thou mayest take them. For thine own pleasure, or to share with the rest of the staff."

"Looking for a new hobby, your Highness?"

Luna sighed. "Aye. Do tell us, What does thou do when thou art not in service as a maid?"

Lime rubbed her cheek. "Maybe what you need, is to get out of the castle. Tell you what. Why don't you put in a request for an outing and an attendant, and explore the city."

Luna nodded. "A most welcome suggestion. We do thank thee, Maid Lime."

Lime nodded, then began scooping up the discarded magazines. Luna left and headed to the castle gate.

Ravens' Curio Castle -often called 'Ravens,'' or 'Arcees'- was part of a small, yet very prestigious franchise. With her wings disguised by a spell, Luna entered the foyer of a four story building that took up a full city block in the Second Terrace Commercial District. A large portion of the building was essentially a giant mall, where toys of all kinds were put on display. Substores could be found along the sides of each floor, showcasing toys by franchise, theme, or genre, while books and comics dominated the top floor. Access between the floors was aided by glass elevators, ramps and pony-movers.

The store staff included personal attendants, who would act as tour guide and pack mule, offering suggestions based on stated interests and budget concerns. One of them approached Luna as she passed into the store proper. "Pardon me miss. will you need somepony to assist you today?"

"Hmm? no, we-I, merely wish to peruse these goods. I did not bring any coinage."

"We accept credit and personal checks." The attendant said.

Luna waved the pony away. "This is purely a research visit. I am in need of a new hobby, and I might not want what I find."

"Ravens'. is Equestria's number one company for toys and games," The attendant replied. "You can browse one of our catalogs." He motioned to a stack of tome-like magazines. "Our mini shops also have test displays for customers, so you can get a feel for the product."

"I do see many toys displayed already." She motioned to a shelf holding boxes of action figures.

The attendant glanced over, then back to her. "I meant unpackaged pieces, that you can pick up and play with."

"But would you not be able to sell it, were it to break from so much use?"

"Part of the cost of the business." The attendant replied.

Luna nodded, then began to wander the store.

A stern white pegasus was staring at Luna as she exited the store. "You should come with me back to the castle." He stated

"Hmm? Destrier Stare, We were only here for-"

"Five hours. When it was discovered that you had gone missing, Princess Celestia put the Royal Guards on alert, sent out patrols, and ordered missing pony posters with your picture," The Destrier said. "I figured that this would be a likely destination for you, so I had it staked out."

Luna slumped. "Why didst thou not enter if thou wast so sure we were here?"

Golden Stare took to the sky. Luna undid the spell that obscured her wings, and took off after him. "I'm not sure why I hesitated. Maybe because I know how fun this place is for a kid. No offense your highness."

"We do take none, Destrier." Luna replied. The pair landed before an assembly of guards. Two of the guards took position on either side of Luna, and escorted her to the main throne room, while Golden Stare followed.

Seated around a large table were Celestia, Chancellor Sandy Spurs, the leaders of each military branch, and the Chief of Canterlot Police. "Your Majesty!" Golden stare called out.

Princess Celestia stood up. "LUNA ARTEMECIA GAIETY CLOVER!" Luna flinched and lowered herself to the floor. "WHERE IN TARTAROS HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"I found her at Arcees'" Golden Stare replied.

Celestia exhaled. "The toy store. of course."

"Mercy Tia," Luna squeaked. "I did merely want to find a new hobby, I did not mean to make you worry."

Celestia teleported to Luna and scooped her up in a hug. "Thank the Elements that you're alright. I thought someone foalnapped you." The rest of the assembled ponies looked around nervously. "At least check in with somepony next time."

"I will, Sister."

"Your Majesty." The Naval Admiral began. "Since we have Princess Luna in custody, shall we cancel the alert?"

"Oh yes, Stand down. At ease everypony. Cancel the alert."

There was a quick flurry of activity as places were cleared, and the leaders headed back to their respective offices. Chancellor Spurs fetched some of the palace staff to put the table away, while Shining Armor lead Golden Stare to be debriefed.

Celestia eased up on her hug. "Did you find anything interesting?"

"A question, dear sister."

"What is it, Luna?"

"Were you really planning to go to war over mine absence?"

Celestia nodded. "I didn't know if the dragons, gryphons, or even zebras, had gotten a hold of you."

Luna shivered. "Were I in your hooves, I would do the same." She said quietly.

The pair headed to the dais. "I know," Celestia said. "I still want to hear about your outing though."

"Aye." Luna settled on a low padded bench next to the throne. "I did find many things that I desired, but I did not have any means of payment." She took a catalog from her saddlebag. "I would like to share with you, the novelties that catch my fancy."

Celestia seated herself on the throne. "While you can order by mail and wiretalker, I'm hesitant to allow you to do so."

"Do have The Chancellor present me with a budget." Luna suggested. "That way you may monitor my funds."

Princess Cadance placed a ledger on the desk. "I have read through a dozen or more manuals of style, and I think I reverse-engineered a good lesson plan."

Luna opened the ledger. "Lesson one. Do, did, done?"

Cadance took a breath. "I noticed that you use 'I do', or 'I did' frequently. This creates a lot of redundancy." She levitated a posterboard onto an easel. "It also takes up time. So my first focus is to shorten your speech."

"I do appreciate-"

"Ah. ah. ah."

"I appreciate this honest approach, and I shall endeavor to better myself," Luna said. She looked back to the page. "I do feel that this approach would greatly vex my tutors of old." She grinned to Cadance.

"Please read to me, the eight phrases on the first page."

"I. Jump. I, run. I climb. I eat, I fly, I speak, I stand, I listen, I laugh!" She immediately did so.

Cadance joined in. "I think you're getting it."

"Aye, I understand." She took Cadance's hooves with her own, and danced. "I am not the one who does. I am the 'Do.'"

"The Do-er. Actually." Cadance said.

"The Do-er." Luna replied. "The doer of these actions. 'Tis I. I declare, mine intent."

Cadance gently guided Luna back to her seat. "I also included several more pages of verbs to practice on. Both present and past tense."

Luna eagerly recited the pages for the present tense verbs. The past tense verbs were treated with a little more care, since they included an extra vocal sound. "Tis wondrous not to have the words 'do' and 'did' be so omnipresent."

Cadance sat next to Luna. "Yeah, he was a bit of a busybody, wasn't he?"

"Whom?"

"'Do'."

"What be my task?"

Cadance tittered. "I included a primer on the proper use of 'do' and 'did.'" She turned to another page.

"'Tis still of use then," Luna scanned the page. "So he still retains functionally. But is not otherwise such a minder."

"Yeah, he's a busybody word." Cadance smirked.

"The kind of word that peers over your shoulder, and listens in on your conversations." Luna said

"Snoops through your mail, and peeks in your windows." Cadance added.

"It watches you while you sleep." Celestia said. Both Cadance and Luna flinched, then turned slowly to find Celestia behind them.

Luna crossed her frontlegs together. "Celly. I heard not when you entered."

"I did hear laughter coming from this room."

"Tiaaaaaaaaa."

Cadances' language tutoring proceeded slowly, as Luna had mixed opinions about the lessons.Sometimes she took a week or more to pick up on the concepts. Other times she got the gist almost immediately. A few lessons were even discarded as they caused much discomfort. By Winter Wrap-Up, she had eased into a more flowing manner of annunciation, yet still retained comfortable affectations.

""What is to be this weeks lesson?" Luna asked, as Cadance entered her room.

"Today, we're going to do some fieldwork," Cadance replied. She levitated a pair of badges. "I've arranged an outing, just for the two of us."

"Have we a destination?"

"Pardon?" Cadance fastened one of the passes to Luna's saddlebag.

"Do, we have a destination." Luna said, grimacing slightly.

"Nope. We're just going to wander around, and listen in on others."

"Eavesdropping on other ponies? Would they not take offense?"

"Maybe, but the goal is twofold. First, it'll help establish your presence. Second, you can get a feel for how the casual pony speaks.

"Too long have I been an extra in this production. Come, dear niece, whilst I step out, and claim some of the spotlight for mine own self." She exited the room and strode along the halls. Cadance followed.

"Do you have any plans for the Grand Galloping Gala?" Cadance asked as they passed the gate guards.

"Aye. I plan to have a wild night of debauchery, as they had in the days of old. The drink will flow freely, along with the passions. May it lead to racous brawling, or inspired oratory contests. Afterwards, may the nobility retire to their chambers, to partake of belly sports." Luna punctuated her statement with a cackle.

"Or maybe we could hole up in your room, with a carton of Jenn and Berry's, give each-other hooficures, and talk smack about my cousin, slash, your nephew."

"You also disfavour him?"

Cadance rolled her eyes. "When I ascended, I put a lot of time and effort into bettering myself, to be the best I could. Though I have the title of Princess, I feel that I need to live up to it. He was born into his title, but he is a dandy and a clown."

"I do not know this term 'Dandy' but I would not disparage the noble profession of the harlequin." Luna replied as they crossed the stone walkway. "In the time before, the royal jesters were the ones who could speak openly and honestly with Celestia and myself."

They took flight, with Cadance leading the way over the city terraces. "I think he just uses the title as a means of getting mares and sycophants"

"Aye," Luna nodded. "There be no shortage of those who wish to be on his staff." She and Cadance shared a laugh.

"That looks like a good spot." Cadance pointed to a plaza near one of the inter-terrace ramps. "Lot of ponies there. We can have a meet and greet.

"Let us go to them."

The bell attached to the door jingled, signaling the arrival of a customer. Donut Joe glanced over. "If it isn't my new number one customer." He greeted.

"Aye!" Luna said with a smile. "We bring tidings of gladness." She levitated a scroll over to him. "With some minor changes, The Parliament has approved the award ceremony that we wish to hold."

Donut Joe took the scroll and unrolled it. "Venara 12th of this year." He rolled the scroll and passed it back to her. "So it's in the back-end of summer. Great, That gives me an idea."

"We have noticed that Winter and Summer have back-ends, yet Verna and Autumn do not."

Donut Joe snickered. "Yeah. I guess it's cause it doesn't get uncomfortably hot or cold in Spring or Fall."

Luna nodded, turning her attention to a display case. "What be thy idea? Thou art already scheduled to cater the event, for obvious reasons, of course."

"Perhaps I can include shakes as well," Joe levitated a set of tongs and a pink striped paper bag. "Something to help ponies stay cool."

"Thou could flavor them similarly to thy pastries," Luna indicated a large brownie square, with white icing. "Cinnamon vanilla, red and blue berry, chocolate with fudge."

"I'll experiment." Joe said as he bagged the brownie square. Luna passed him three bits then took the bag, "Iced coffee is another rising trend, and some ponies might enjoy that instead."

"Coffee, Perhaps that is a subject with which We should become familiar," Luna mused. "We bid thee a good day, Artisan."

"And a good night, too. Princess." Joe said. "The stars are looking lovely these days,"

"Thank you, Artisan Joe."

Captain Shining Armor stood at Lunas' side, as she surveyed the assembled group of Diamond Dogs. "Explain to us again, what this entails."

"Yes, Um, Princess," One of the Dogs began. "It has long been a tradition that 'Rolling Over' is a term of unconditional surrender."

"And why do the Colonies wish to Surrender?"

Another of the dogs stepped forward. "Well, one of our eastern colonies, fell into the bad habit of pupnapping ponies. Normally that is not a cause for concern, but the last pony they took, turned out to be...very important."

"Thou refers to the Bearer of the Element of Charity; Rarity Belle," Luna said. "We would accept the one colony's surrender, but why the rest?"

"Because we were lax towards our rogue members. We condoned their behavior, and we need to accept responsibility."

"And thou hast no concessions to ask? No negotiations? Thou wouldst accept becoming a vassal state?"

"We have legends about the Sun Princesses ferocity, when dragons and gryphons invaded. And as smaller, weaker predators, we could not hope to stand up to her."

"Do not let it be said that Dogs are not smart." Luna said. She place her hooves on the table, pushed herself up, and looked down at the group. "Princess Celestia bears the unofficial title' The Shield of Equestria.' This is why Saddle Arabia is an ally, instead of a Duchy proper. The land was given up by the dragons, as a peace offering. Yet Princess Celestia does not claim it under her authority." She lowered herself, to look into one Dogs' eyes. "I, am the Sword, of Equestria."

The Dog averted her gaze. "We ask for nothing in return." She said.

"Very well then." Luna stepped back. "We accept thy surrender. Of course, Sister will still need to sign the treaty, then the Parliament will need to review it." She levitated a quill, and signed the document in the middle of the table. "Until such time as we meet again, I bid thee a good day, Citizens."

Shining Armor trotted after her. In the hallways, he spoke. "Permission to speak freely, your Highness."

"Granted, Captain."

"What the hay was that?" He snapped.

"We were just making sure that they understood where they stood."

Shining Armor removed his helmet. "It was a complete surrender, there was no need to press them further."

Luna stopped and looked to him. "I merely stated facts. I did not make any empty boasts."

"We don't do sword-point diplomacy." Shining Armor replied.

"Captain Armor, Were it thy sister who was foalnapped and forced to mine gems underground, how wouldst thou feel?"

"Honestly? I'd be pissed, But I'd be professional." He emphasized the last word.

Luna slowed her pace. "Professional, yes. Perhaps we did overdo it."

"We, didn't overdo it. You did." He sighed, then donned his helmet. "Listen, Princess. I get that you want to get back into business, but you can't be steamrolling everyone and everything."

"Captain Armor, please return to thy post, while we take they words into consideration." They exchanged salutes, then the stallion departed. "Perhaps you are right." She said quietly. "If sister can learn to be aggressive and forceful, then may I, in time, learn patience and restraint."

"It's a very odd phenomenon." The Sergeant explained, as Luna accompanied him and his a squad of solders. The stood at the base of a hill. "It bleeds a little bit into Loshka, Pomarania and Carenia. but it doesn't extend much past the border of your former lands."

"And it has not changed much?" Luna asked.

"Its fluctuated in intensity, but it hasn't grown or shrunk at all in the Abeyance." The Sergeant replied."We've marked the border where it begins." They began a casual walk up the hill.

"What shall we expect?"

"As we cross into the Maelstrom, it hits you all at once. No warning, no buildup. It's nothing, then Bam!"

"And what be the result of 'Bam?''"

"The majority of first timers say that they feel claws or something, reaching into the flesh and scraping their bones. A scientific explanation is that it's a mana siphon of some sort."

"Majority, as in, not all ponies?"

"Right." The Sergeant motioned to his tail. "Those of Roani descent, report that their magic is completely shut off. Unicorns can't cast, Pegasi can't fly, and Earth Ponies say that the ground itself cuts into them."

"The Roani. The ones upon whom we bestowed Our Blessing," Luna said. "As the mana lines were attuned to Us, the natural tendency is to seek out the resonance of our magic."

"Shall we abort then?"

"Nay, We trust in thee to aid and support us." Near the peak of the hill, there was a distinct odor of ozone. The whirling air was tinged with a blue-white light, that seemed to color everything. As Luna passed into the Maelstroms' area, it felt like a horde of cats lashing out and sinking their claws into her. She cried out and collapsed. The soldiers quickly dragged her back out of the Maelstrom, where the sensations abruptly vanished.

"Your Highness?" The Sergeant bore a look of concern. Luna blinked her eyes a few times, then tried to stand up. "Remain prone, you don't look well."

"We, will be fine." Lunas' voice wavered.

"Sarge, I think you better take a look at this." One of the soldiers pointed at the Maelstrom. Spreading out from where Luna had been, was a small but growing bubble, where the tinge faded and the air seemed calmer and less turbulent.

"We'll worry about it later. Get the Princess to the med tent." The Sergeant stated. The rest of the Squad jumped into action. Luna was placed on a stretcher and carried down the hill.

"MOONY!"

Luna quickly sat up on her bed. That loud shrill voice, the irreverent name, the sheer audacity. There was only one creature in all of existence who could get away with such behavior. The weight at the foot of her bed drew her attention. The thing at first appeared to be a giant hyena, but its' barrel seemed to be stretched out several times the normal length. The front legs resembled those of a tiger and an ostrich, while the hind legs bore a scale-covered grasping paw, and an even-toed hoof. Extending past the hips, was an impractically long, fluffy tail with bands of brown and black fur.

"Ringtail, what cause brings you to mine abode?" She asked the strange composite creature.

"When I heard that my dear friend wasn't feeling well, I took time out of my busy schedule," The creature took an appointment book from behind an ear and flipped through it. "To come visit." The book was snapped shut, then tossed aside. "And here I find you alone in your room, and in such a dreadful state that you can't even leave your bed."

Luna allowed herself to flop back onto the pillow. "Aye, tis the result of having my mana drained," She said. "I was ill-prepared for the effects of the Maelstrom."

"You haven't coughed, have you Moony?" The creature crossed the bed and placed its' talon on Luna's forehead. "That's always a bad sign. It means that your demise is imminent and inevitable."

Luna chuckled. "Nay, the physicians assure me that my vital force will recover. In a weeks' time, I will be able to once again display mine ephemera." She shifted position, allowing her friend to settle next to her.

"Let me tell you about tonight's Gala," Fortuna spoke. "Flying pies. A cake-apult. Broken glass on the stairs. Rrrrrram-paging, butterflies." She pressed nose to nose with Luna. "And you know that statue that you don't like? The one that makes you look like an anemic peasant?" Luna nodded. Fortuna reared back, balancing on her tail. "Say goodbye to it! Because after tonight, you're never seeing it again!"

"Have done," Luna cheered. "Your sanguine temperament has spread to me as well. I am greatly anticipating this playout of events that you have planned."

Fortuna bowed. "It's not my arrangement, Moony. It's courtesy of Sun Butt."

Luna giggled. "Did Celly give you this task?"

Fortuna ruffled Lunas' mane. "I work with what I'm given. She invited five verrrrrrry special ponies," She counted off using the digits of her paw. "A farmer, a baker, a tailor, a herder, a meteor."

"I know of the first four professions," Luna tapped her cheek. "But is not a meteor, a rock that has fallen from the sky to the ground?"

Fortuna shrugged. "Flies through the sky, crashes into things, What else would you call a pony who acts like that?"

"Good sooth, dear friend," A knock on the door drew their attention. "State thy business." Luna called out.

The door opened and Lime wheeled a cart into the room. "I brought your dinner, Your Highness. Are you feeling up to eating? I could come back in a little while."

""We bid thee to bring the cart to our bedside. We are indeed feeling peckish."

Lime brought the cart over, then took the covers off of the dishes. On the top shelf, was a plate of steamed carrot slices, a bowl of chickpea soup, a slice of buttered Perch bread, and a decanter of orange juice. The middle shelf held a set of silverware rolled in a cloth napkin, and an empty glass. "I also overheard you talking. Should I fetch a nurse?"

"Nay, We have a guest, an old friend." Luna replied.

Lime slowly gazed around the room. The floor was covered with rugs and carpets bearing various hues of blue and purple. On one side of the room, a large writing desk took up space next to the doorway. Luna's bed was placed close to the rear of the room, aligned so that the sun didn't shine directly on it when the curtains were open. A small end table next to the head of the bed held a radio, an analogue clock, and a lantern. At the foot of the bed was a large wooden chest containing a few toys and games that Luna had bought.

On the other side of the room, a large vanity was placed against the wall, with a few open containers of make-up still resting on the table. Next to it was a long, dark purple plush couch. A few books rested on the floor in front of the couch. Doors in the side walls lead to a walk-in closet and a bathing room. Other than Luna and herself, Lime didn't see anyone else in the room.

"Oh, I get it," She chuckled. "Its common for kids to create a friend to keep themselves company, and not unheard of for grown ponies to keep such a trait in their adult years."

Luna perked her ears. "Pardon?"

"I can't claim to be an expert in foal psychology," Lime said. "But I have a few books on the subject."

"Maid Lime. Art though wed?"

"Yes, " Lime Sherbet answered. "Happily married for the past five years to Princess Celestia's own room guard."

"And he would be?"

"Destrier Dark Skies." Lime said.

"Aye, I recall that name." Luna nodded.

"Will there be anything else, Your Highness?" Lime asked.

"Nay, We are fine for now."

Lime nodded, then left, closing the door behind her.

"Impudent pony." Fortuna spat as she slithered out from under Luna's bed. "I am no mere figment of a foals wild imagination, I am the elder sibling of Discord. I was ancient when Equestria was founded. Mine eyes have seen the rise and fall of the great empires of the second age. I have brought greater ponies than you to ruination!" She looked to the cart. "You didn't even have to decency to bring us a chalice of drunkfruit."

"I am not allowed to partake of such fare." Luna said lifting her fork and scooping up a carrot slice. "The Physician claims that it would cause gastric distress."

Fortuna levitated and gave Luna a contrite look. "Moony, you really ARE sick. I've never known you to turn down drunkfruit."

"Ringtail. I thank you for your company. And I assure you that I will get better."

Fortuna opened the toy chest with her tail. "You have games, games with dice. I like dice."

"I will play with you, but no cheating."

"Moony, I don't cheat, cheating requires effort." Fortuna keckled. "I can't help if I get the results I like."

"I only ask for fair and balanced rolls."

"Ok, but I want to choose my token first."

"Deal." Luna held out a hoof, and Fortuna shook it with her tiger paw.

"CITIZENS OF EQUESTRIA, IT IS BOTH A SOLEMN DUTY AND A GREAT PLEASURE FOR US TO HOST THIS CEREMONY!" Luna stood at a podium within one of the castle receiving rooms. The gathering, numbering few more than two dozen ponies, were seated on rows of padded benches with low backs. "LET US FIRST BEGIN BY DECLARING OUR INTENT! HONORES BACULUS WAS DEVELOPED BY OURSELF AND OUR SISTER TO REWARD DISTINGUISHED SERVICE TO THE NATION. WHETHER IT BE TO THE LOCAL COMMUNITY, ONE OF THE ADMINISTRATIVE REGIONS, OR SERVING THE DIARCHY DIRECTLY, WE GIVE PRESTIGE TO THOSE WHO UPHOLD AND EMPOWER THE HARMONY OF OUR LAND!" Despite the assembly being seated in the first four rows, the Princess used a voice amplification spell, as though she were addressing a full audience. "ON RARE OCCASIONS, SUCH EXEMPLARY SERVICE IS NOT IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS! OUR GUEST OF HONOR, SUGAR BEET, HAS LIVED IN OBSCURITY AND HAS BEEN INTERRED WITHOUT RECOGNITION OF HIS CONTRIBUTION, THE FULL EFFECTS OF WHICH HAVE TAKEN THE BETTER PART OF TWO CENTURIES TO FULLY MANIFEST! ACCEPTING THE HONOR ON HIS BEHALF, IS HIS CURRENT LIVING DESCENDANT, BROWNIE BITES!" There was a short round of applause as Luna stepped to one side, and a blushing brown Earth Pony stood up. Her white and caramel-colored tail swayed lightly as she approached the podium, ignoring the flash of cameras from some of the assembly.

Once she was in position, she took a folder from her saddlebag, placed it on the podium, and opened it. "This is quite an honor." She began, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. "While my family has always quietly basked in the knowledge that my four times great grandfather invented the doughnut, we never anticipated this." She motioned around the room. "But well, here we are." She glanced over a a long banquet table, where numerous plates bore carefully arranged displays of doughnuts. "If Sugar Beet were here today, I'm sure he'd be crying tears of joy, because I certainly am." She sniffed, holding a hoof to her chest. "Thank you." She bowed low to Princess Luna, then rose again, as more photos were taken.

Luna presented a certificate bearing her signature. "This award is to confirm royal acknowledgement of the contribution that thine ancestor has made. The doughnut has made a significant cultural impact upon Equestria, both in terms of culinary experimentation and daily conduct. In sooth, the thought of businesses having meetings with a platter of fruit, or the constable going through their shift with crackers for their coffee, is inherently absurd." The assembly chuckled. "And yet we think nothing of this pastry acting as a repast for these occasions. And this," She levitated a pillow that held a rolled, sealed scroll. "Is the actual honor that We are bestowing upon thee. This scroll contains an enchantment that binds it to the pony who breaks the seal, so that they may recall it, and dismiss with a thought."

After stowing the folder and the certificate in her saddlebag, Brownie Bites took the scroll, then lifted the wax seal. The scroll dissolved into a wisp of light blue smoke that swirled around Brownie Bites, then seemed to seep into her. "So um, how do I make it appear?"

"If thou wishest to recall thine Honorarium, then imagine it appearing, and put effort into the thought, Focus thy will on where it is to be made manifest." There was a slight 'paff', then the scroll reappeared in front of Brownie. It levitated for a brief instant, then fell to the floor. Brownie blushed again, then picked it up and unrolled it.

The scroll contained a depiction of an upright staff. Sprouting from the top of the staff was a single leaf. Underneath the picture was a paragraph providing a detailed explanation. "So I have one distinguished ancestor." She said in a quiet voice.

"Aye." Luna replied. "And we do him a grave injustice by spurning his invention. Let us go now to the table, and partake." She lead the way, with Brownie following. The rest of the group left their seats to join.

Donut Joe, and a couple of ponies from the castle kitchens, were standing on the other side of the table, active as servers. As ponies would come by with plates, they would select which donuts they wanted, then a server would place it on their plate, and add a scoop of of selected toppings. Choices included whipped cream, sliced berries, chocolate, caramel, or maple drizzle, and chocolate, or rainbow sprinkles. At the other end of the table, two other servers would offer a choice of a customized shake or a blended coffee drink.

"I must say, that this is a most ingenious idea you had, Princess." Sandy Spurs told Luna. "And it should do wonders for your public image."

"I thank thee, Chancellor."

"Princess Luna, can I get a pic you and the Guest of Honor?" A photographer waved her over.

"Aye, If Dame Brownie Bites will agree to such."

"Of course!" Brownie chirped as she cantered over. She carefully stood up to get a proper pose with the Princess, then held still as the picture was taken. After the flash, Luna saw a rapidly fading streak of light blue and pink, spanning from the doorway to the table, then back out and down the hall.

"Such cheek!" Luna called out. "Such brazen action!" She chuckled. "We would have gladly shared."

"Princess Cadenza," Shining Armor approached, carrying a plated doughnut within his magic aura.. "I wish to present you with this," He levitated it closer.

Cadance accepted the plate. "Captain Armor, why is there a ring on this doughnut?" Luna, and the photographer ponies approached.

Shining Armor bowed deeply. "Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, will you do me the great honor of marrying me?"

Celestia strode into the room. "And why should I allow this to happen, Guard Captain Shining Armor?"

Shining Armor removed his helmet. "Because I love her, with all of my heart. I believe that she deserves the best, and that I am that best. And she would also be gaining a wonderful sister, similar to her aunts."

"Thou seekest to lure our fair niece in with such flattery?" Luna loomed over Shining armor. The white unicorn looked up into her eyes.

"I mean every word of it, Princess."

"I accept." Cadance said.

"I propose a toast!" Brownie Bites lifted her cup. "Here's to Shining Armor and Princess Cadance."

"Aye." Luna raised her own cup. The sentiment was echoed by others.

"Who am I to blow against the wind?" Celestia said with a chuckle. " Captain Armor, Princess Cadance, I give my approval. Provided that we have more than just doughnuts at the banquet."

"Oh certainly." Brownie said. "Cakes are more suited for weddings anyways."

While the photographers were busy taking pictures of Shining Armor and Princess Cadance, Luna leaned close to Celestia. "Sister, You have something on your cheek."

First Quarter

The first sign that something was amiss, was when the chest of drawers walked past Luna in the hallway. She blinked, then found herself starting into a pair of yellow and red eyes.

"Boo."

Luna scrambled backwards. "Thou?!"

"Thou? Is that any way to greet an old friend, Princess?"

Luna snorted. "Thou art no friend of ours, Discord."

"I thought you of all ponies, would be sympathetic to my plight, Luna." Discord hovered over her, grinning from ear to ear. "We both know what it's like to be overshadowed by our sisters. Why should they get all the love and attention?"

"When last we met, thou attempted to kill us." Luna replied, projecting a barrier around herself.

"I freely admit my mistake." Discord circled Luna. "You are an incarnation of my antithesis, and I did find you repugnant at first, but now I see this other side of you." He pressed against the barrier. "A scared little filly who was given powers far beyond her comprehension."

"Thou dost prattle overmuch." Luna charged up a force spell and projected it at Discord. He dodged. The spell smacked into the ceiling and dissipated.

"That's quite a temper you have there, Princess." Discord chuckled. "When did you become so assertive?"

"I am the Sword of Equestria." Luna said through gritted teeth.

Discord snapped the fingers of his lionpaw. "Funny thing about swords. They're really effective at cutting things."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Luna backed away. Discord vanished, leaving her alone in the hall. "Do not ignore Us, thou murmuring monstrosity!" She glanced to the floor and gasped. The hallway carpet had pieces cut from it, which matched the exact size and shapes of her hooves. She lightly dragged a hoof across a spot, and marveled as the material was severed cleanly under her touch.

Celestia lowered one of the many scrolls that she was levitating. "For the first time in centuries, The nation is experiencing a deficit."

"Aye, We shall have to raise the tax rate to recover the castle treasury." Luna said, as she dipped a mop in a bucket.

"There will be protests." Celestia said, as she read through another scroll.

Luna wiped a small area of tile. "Perhaps we may lower expenses, by liquidating some of the less productive members of the Peerage."

"I can't simply revoke Titles of Prestige. Parliament has to properly review any charges of misconduct."

"Sister, I did not misspeak."

Celestia held a hoof to her mouth and chuckled. "Neither the Hashashin, nor the Shinobi, will work pro-bono."

Luna dipped the mop again, then wrung it out. "An idea, Dear sister."

"Go ahead."

"The United Colonies are in need of raw materials for their construction. These same materials can be found in the dross that Discord has left behind in the surrounding area. The Diamond Dogs are also in need of a boost to their image in the eyes of ponykind."

"So you would have the Dogs perform salvage duty?"

"'Twould also allow us to gauge how committed they are to being citizens of Equestria. This does fall under the purview of 'Duty for the Well-Being of the Nation.'"

"I will convene the Alpha Pack and put the idea before them."

Luna nodded then began wiping another area of the floor. "How fares Cadance?"

"She's still a little upset over Discords prank on her."

Luna winced. She felt a sense of sympathy. The Draconequus had shut down most of the junior Princess' senses, leaving her with only her empathy so that she could feel the terror of other ponies. That, in addition to the extensive damage done, had lead to a suspension of the wedding plans. "I do hope that she recovers."

"So do I, Luna." Celestia wrote something on one of the scrolls. "For now though, she is undergoing therapy in Cloudsdale."

"Princess Luna," Celestia addressed her sister, who stood before the throne. "Due to the improvement of your public image, as well as your efforts in the recent clean-up, and your assistance with the United Colonies, I am hereby releasing you from your parole. You may leave the castle freely."

"Thank you, Sister," Luna bowed. "I have long anticipated this day, when I would once again come and go at my leisure. And how fortunate that it be on this day, a celebration dedicated to Myself."

"Yeeeaaah. About that," Celestia began. "Luna, I think we should talk."

"Sister Celestia, I am well aware that the citizens of cities and towns outside of Canterlot still fear my dark image. I must endeavor to show them that that mare no longer exists."

"I worry that you may not like what you find out there."

"Fret not," Luna shook a hoof. "Once they see that 'tis I who has come to them, and not Nightmare Moon, they will surely welcome me with open hooves. I wish not eternal night, but a long one full of merriment."

"Perhaps you would be better served by remaining in Canterlot," Celestia tapped a hoof on the base of her throne. "The ponies here are more used to your presence, and you can get a better feel for what Nightmare Night entails."

"Aye, The citizens here are used to me, they may not provide an accurate depiction of the holiday. Already I have seen how they have deviated from what I have read in books."

"Even so," Celestia said.."I worry that they may prompt you to relapse."

"It has been a year or more since anypony bore witness to Nightmare Moon, 'Tis past time to heal the rift and let bygones be bygones."

"You may feel that way."

"And I will persuade the ponies to do likewise," Luna chirped. "After all, is Gaiety not my middle name?"

"The one you chose." Celestia replied.

"'Tis the spirit of Jollity that guides mine hooves," Luna said. "And that selfsame Jollity will be shared freely tonight."

"So where is your destination?"

"I shall away, to Ponyville."

"Fair Librarian," Luna addressed the pony on the other side of a long counter. "What materials canst thou provide us with, in reference to 'Fun'?"

"We have many books about activities and pastimes." The librarian replied.

"We wish to learn about the idea itself."

"Ah, You'll find the encyclopedias over in our reference section," The Librarian pointed to an arraignment of shelves that filled one of the quadrants of the first floor.

"Thank thee, archivist." Luna said before trotting over to the shelves. Navigating the Encyclopedia Equestria took a few minutes. The thick tome labeled 'Fr-Fy' bore several creases in its spine, and numerous pages had curled corners. There was a slight smell of aged paper as she browsed, and Luna admired the colorful photos that accompanied the articles.

The article on 'Fun' took up five and a half pages, not counting the pictures. Most of the article was a detailed explanation of the idea, along with occasions and activities. She wrote some of the ideas on a spare piece of scrap-paper. The history and etymology of the word was covered in three paragraphs near the end of the article, almost as if added as an afterthought.

"I know this idea," Luna mused to herself. "'Tis the kind of amusement that Ringtail and I would engage in." She smiled. "As the former Bearer of Jollity, Is it not my duty to encourage 'Fun' amongst the citizenry?"

With the written list as a guide, Luna scouted among the other volumes. Luna had to fetch additional sheets of scrap-paper as more and more ideas were added: activities, events, idioms, occupations, and utensils for fun

"Your Highness." The archivist said. "It's 4:30."

"Pardon?" Luna looked from her latest book to the pony who stood a stride away from her. "Have we been browsing long?"

"Looks like you pulled a 'Twilight Sparkle.'" The archivist chuckled.

Luna closed the book, gathered the strewn paper, then stood up. "As it is written. 'Time flies when one is having fun.' But we are not familiar with thine idiom."

"It's sort of an inside joke around the castle." The archivist said. "Celestias' student, Twilight Sparkle used to spend day after day, engaged in researching one subject or another."

"Ah, thou art making a jest out of Miss Sparkles intense focus on her reading."

"I mean no disrespect to her Majesty, or to Miss Sparkle." The archivist accompanied her back to the check-out desk.

"'Tis all in good fun." Luna replied.

"Sounds like somepony had a productive day."

"Aye, 'twas most enlightening," Luna swept a hoof through the air. "Though we shall have to apply what we have learned, in order to fully understand."

"I'm sure there will be plenty of time for that tomorrow."

"Aye. Our duties take precedence, then shall we have time for leisure."

It seemed as though the Hearths' Warming Celebration had begun before the clean-up from Nightmare Night was finished. Celestia had begun gradually shortening the days, and the longer nights provided Luna with ample opportunity to put on a display, as well as allowing the land to cool. This in turn would allow the mana flow to slow and pool, replenishing what had been depleted by growing crops. As the weeks passed, the preeminence of the holiday became more evident. Snowbanks appeared about the city, small at first, but growing larger each day. Teams of carolers would go about the city, singing songs of holiday cheer and collecting donations for charitable purposes. Strings of colored thaumelectric lights decorated houses and storefronts. Donut Joe, along with other bakers, had started selling holiday themed donuts and pastries. The Haymart theatre on the 2nd terrace, was billing a play that reenacted the founding of Equestria, with the key roles to be played by the Bearers of the Harmonic Elements.

Upon entering Ravens', Luna marveled at a large artificial pine tree that extended up a column of space, nearly touching the roof of the fourth floor.Under the lowermost branches was a display featuring heavily hyped toys. She also noticed a stallion dressed in a thick red wool suit with white trim. He had been made up to appear portly, and possessed of a long white beard. Next to the ornate padded bench that he sat on, was a huge sailcloth bag filled with stuffing and tied close. Some temporarily hired ponies had the unenviable task of keeping a line of foals, calves, chicks, and pups, and their parents, in order. She knew from recent research that 'Hearth-keeper' was a common presence during the Autumn season, and that the pony that the legends were based on, had been a Knight of the Order of Prosperia.

Some of the youths had noticed her, and pestered their parents, pointing in her direction. "We bid thee a good day, Citizens," Princess Luna called as she queued. "This be not an official visitation, but we must say that it warms our heart to see our citizens so joyous at our presence."

"Thank you, your Highness." some of the parents said.

"Are you gonna ask Hearth-keeper to bring you something, Princess?" a juvenile Dog asked.

"Nay, Hearth-keeper doth bring much joy and merriment already," Luna smiled, reaching over to tousle the Dogs' head fur. "Nor would we want to displace others gifts with our own demands."

"That's rather generous of you," The 'Hearth-keeper' said. "I have a feeling that I'm going to need a bigger sleigh before Hearths' Warming Eve."

"Would you also not need to hire more caribou to pull it?"

"I think I'm gonna need extra cookies and milk to feed them." 'Hearth-keeper' looked to the line. "Whaddya say kids?" There were numerous assents.

"'Tis settled then. Shall we see to it that our own larder is well stocked." Luna chuckled. She exchanged farewells with the assembly, then left to wander the mall.

Dear Aunt Celestia and Aunt Luna.

Thank you for the holographic recording of the most recent Hearths' Warming Eve play. I only regret that Shining and I couldn't be there to watch in pony. It warms my heart to see how my little Twily has grown. One could almost mistake her for the actual Clover the Clever. Most of the other Element Bearers filled in their roles well, though I mean this as constructive criticism, Fluttershy didn't seem to have enough of a forceful presence. I know that you didn't want to exclude her from the group, and that her obvious relationship with Rarity is an echo of the real Princess Platinum and Private Pansys' fling. I also have to give Spiky a round of applause for his role as the narrator, though I wish I could have smacked that one heckler pony. Perhaps your Highness's would look into the development of interactive holography.

In other news, Counselor Violet Rose says that my rate of improvement is positive, and that I am on track to be discharged. Though I don't want to diminish Violets' efforts, I know that the bulk of my recovery is due to Aunt Luna patrolling the dreamscape and removing my nightmares. For that I am grateful, and I will be sure to repay you somehow. I already have an idea for gifts, but I can't say much about them in this letter.

Sincerely, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Alicorn of Eros, Dauphin of the Lost Crystal Empire, Heart Knight of the Order of Sophia, Heart Knight of the Order of Aluria, Heart Knight of the Order of Prosperia, Wing Knight of the Order of Tenacia, Wing Knight of the Order of Justia, Flank Knight of the Order of Inspiria.

1002

During the clean-up from Discords' rampage, Luna had noticed that one of the first floor meeting rooms had gone unused. While it was still cleaned and maintained, there was a sense that no-pony had actually used the furniture. Celestia herself took a while to recall why she had it set aside in the first place. Luna had asked to use the room for her own use, and had been granted her request.

Seated around the low cherrywood table, were three pegasi, a unicorn, a hippogryph, a kirin, and Princess Luna herself. Also in attendance were a quartet of servants, with food carts. "While this day had originally been set aside to focus on the Harmonic Element of Sympathy, we cannot find fault with how the citizenry choose to celebrate." She swept a hoof in a circle. "Hearts and Hooves Day is said to be a celebration of love, but there is no specified definition of 'love' in the description."

"Your Highness." Lime Sherbet spoke. "It usually means romantic love, such as the kind that your niece is connected with."

Luna waved her off. "That is how most choose to celebrate it, but We are not most." She Indicated Lime Sherbets' husband and uncles. "Indeed, we see romantic love present here, in both its' raw form, and refined. Rosy Cranberry blushed while Luna motioned to the other two guests. "Art we not all products of our parents love for each-other?"

"This is true, Your Highness," The hippogryph, spoke. "As Princess Celestias' Minister of interspecies relations, I can say that I have seen many displays of such love."

"Well Spoken, Honourable Pinfeather. And this leads to a second form of love. Between parent and child."

"Your Highness refers to the idea of Storge," Peppermint Pinfeather continued. "While it's true that family is important, it's more than just parental love."

"Oh yes." Lime Sherbet added. "My uncles." She pointed to Golden Stare and Rosy Cranberry. "I'm sure your Highness is well acquainted with them by now. We've had our disagreements, but we've never stopped loving each-other."

"Chevalier Stare remains as stoic as ever," Luna chuckled. "Yet the subject of his affection be easily flustered." There were a few chuckles from Lime, Peppermint, Dark Skies, and the servants. "We are not here to mock, but to support such love."

"Yes, of course." Peppermint cleared his throat. "Didn't the old Ipponian philosophers speak of two other types?"

"Aye, and those types are present in here as well. "Emperess Tai Li, Honourable Peppermint, as hybrids, you are the result of good relations between ponies and other species. The western dragons, and northern gryphons respectively."

"It is as you say, your Royal Highness." Tai Li spoke. "The August Jade Empire has long been a setting where those of burnished scales, and those of swift hooves, have found mutual adoration."

"Aye, Agape, the love without reservation. The one that transcends all barriers." Luna sighed, "We do speak overmuch, but We would be remiss if We did not address the fourth."

"I don't mind so much, your Highness." Dark Skies said. "Usually a big flowery speech before dinner is tiresome, but your Highness, and Your Imperial Majesty," He gave a small bow to Tai Li. "Are entertaining."

"This distant hatchling of the Jade Dragon humbly accepts the assessment of one who is skilled in arts both martial and marital."

"Aye." Luna grinned. "Destrier Dark Skies has at least two achievements of glory," Lime blushed as the pegasus draped a foreleg around her and kissed her on the cheek."But let that pass." She turned to the servants. "Philia. The Camraderie between ponies of a group. Whether it be in a war zone, in a business, or even as members of the same community. It is a love and dedication to others in a like situation. Such friendship as it called, can make even the most loathsome task seem like a trifle." She held a hoof to her mouth as the four ponies blushed. The others seated at the table chuckled.

The servants remained quiet as they set out the dishes and tableware. Food and drink were offered, first to Luna, Tai Li, and Peppermint Pinfeather, then to Golden, Rosy, Dark, and Lime, with the servants serving themselves afterwards. Conversation remained lighthearted. There was no Princess of the Night, No Jade Emperess, No Minister of Interspecies Relations, no Palace Guards, no Servants. There were just a hippogryph, a kirin, and nine ponies, having supper in a private room.

(This task would proceed at a greater pace were we not interrupted so frequently.) Luna thought as she felt someone step onto the balcony. Her sister, Maid Lime, Chancellor Spurs, and one of the newly hired staff, a Diamond Dog named 'Rosy Quartz.' had stopped in to check on her, offering to 'assist' her in some way, mostly to get her down to the Gala. “We told thee, we art sufficiently entertained. There be no need to check upon us constantly. Tell our sister we shalt be busy with this for a long interval.”

“I am afraid I am not who you think I am. I’d imagine you were expecting Golden Stare, or similar. No, just a Gala visitor.”

Luna turned her head quickly, with the smallest bit of surprise on her face. A caramel colored stallion, with a slicked black mane and tail. His attire certainly looked like it could be formal, but Tai Li had informed her about the Shinobi. “Oh! Goodness! Who art thou? And how didst thou get past the guards? Gala guests are not permitted to be in this part of the castle.”

“Your sister called it when I first got here. The old, reliable Schwarzwälder Kaltblut Fire Drill. Just act like you know what you’re doing, or that you belong wherever you are and ponies are likely to just let you go ahead. All I had to do was trot along like I knew where I was going, nodding my head if anypony noticed, looking straight ahead if they didn’t happen to see me. I think they assumed I was some kind of new worker or perhaps I had a pressing appointment with someone. You’d be surprised how often it works. It didn’t work at the front gate, but that Golden Stare guy is something else. Princess Celestia actually let me in, however. She’s quite a kind soul. And… my name is Bad Apple; don‘t let that change your opinion of me, though. Not my choice.”

Luna quickly reviewed everything she had learned about the shinobi. unlike their portrayal in popular media, real ninjas dressed to fit into their surroundings. She would have relaxed more around this pony if he had worn the stereotypical full body black suit with concealing face mask. “Thou seemst very calm for somepony meeting a princess. Thou art not stuttering, thou art not scraping, thou art neither worshipful nor afraid. That makes thee seem a whit suspicious.”

“It’s a little bit control, and a little bit practice. It may not seem like it, but I was born and raised around money. We were what they used to call the codfish aristocracy, though all our money came from apples, and we never had title, much as it would have made my mother happy to have that to parade over the county.” Bad Apple shook his head, looking sadly down before he looked up again at the telescope. “So, Gala going on downstairs. And here you are, on a balcony, looking at the stars. Why not come down and dazzle everyone with your presence?”

In her time before, Luna bore the Element of Honesty, and she had a tendency to speak her mind. A lie, even a minor one, wasn't something she was familiar with crafting on the fly. “We, ah… we have a thousand years of review to perform. Even if the finest astronomers in the entire Principality have been working upon this, this is our night. And though we trust them, we still wish to make certain everything they have written down is accurate. Thou wouldst be surprised all the mistakes one may find. As well, we… " She needed a distraction. "We love these new baubles! Marvel at these new wonders!”

Perfect, she could talk about her new gift. The telescope, given to her by her niece, upon the Latters' return to active duty the previous day. As she kept the pony in conversation, her suspicions gradually faded. Had he been a real shinobi, he would have shown some sign by now. No good ninja would waste so much time talking.

Luna stotted along the hallways of the castle. She was not normally known for such behavior, she had not done so since her coronation, but she did it now. And she would do it despite the silly rules that her sister had in place. Even if the rules were to keep ponies from knocking over the numerous trinkets on display. Silly sister, a mere decorative knick-knack meant nothing. Just like the looks she was getting from the palace guards and staff. The current Bearer of the Element of Jollity stotted, and as the former bearer, why not Luna? Let them stare. Let them fume in their inadequacy, they would never know love like hers. Her castle, her rules. Well, Sisters castle, but she was a guest, and Celly would forgive her. As would the servants. She felt a little guilty about bumping into some of them, and offered apologies. She could do this all day, and all night if she wanted. She had nowhere to be, so she went where she wanted. And right now, she was hungry...

"THY PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT DOES HEREBY DEMAND TRIBUTE!" She entered the castle kitchens, ignoring the stares from the chefs. "BRING US A FEAST SUCH THAT WOULD MAKE THE BANQUETS OF ETROTSCA LOOK LIKE A FAMINE!"

"Your Highness?" One pony approached.

"Halt. Be those apples?" She bounded over to line of large baskets, and peered into one.

"Oh, uh, Yes your Highness."

"A change. We shall make this a theme ingredient. We wish to see what artistic skill the royal chefs possess. We shall give thee one hour to prepare." She bounded out of the room. "And do not use the green ones."

While the chefs were busy, Luna decided to visit the chancellor. At the top of the stairs to the fourth floor, She found her sister. "Looks like somepony is in a good mood."

"Aye, I am most joyous today. Have I not felt like this since we first vanquished the Chaotic Tyrant."

"And this wouldn't have anything to do with last nights visitor."

"Do not mock my feeling, Celly." Luna pouted, "Such a love as this will be spoken of for generations, if not centuries."

"You were always the passionate one." Celestia said. "Just be careful with your heart."

"Aye. Will you join me for supper, Dear sister?"

"Oh, you have something planned?"

"Tis a surprise." Luna grinned, before stotting down the hall.

"Luna, no pronking in the castle!" Celestia called after her.

There was the sound of a large vase shattering on the floor. "Apologies Tia." Luna called back.

"How was Whinnybago?" Celestia asked Cadance.

"It was alright," Cadance answered, "Not the most appealing place. Glad to be in Canterlot, again."

"So will your parents be attending your wedding?"

"I suppose they will, everypony who's anypony will be there." Cadance said.

"I did hear that your carriage was detained by a landslide in the Oatby pass." Luna said.

Cadance rolled her eyes. "It was an annoying delay, nothing more. If it's all the same with you, I'd like to go to my room."

"Very well then." Luna said. "Maid Lime, please fetch my nieces' luggage."

"Nono, that's alright," Cadance said, levitating a collection of suitcases, and a large wooden chest. "I'd like to take it myself."

"If you insist," Luna replied. "Shall I inform Dear Twilight and her friends, that they are to attend."

"Yes, fine, do whatever." Cadance snipped as she trotted away.

Luna watched her leave, "She seems to be greatly agitated."

"Your Highness, if I may." Lime began. Luna nodded. "Weddings are often stressful for everyone involved. It's a very special day for Cadance, and I think she wants it to go perfectly."

"We take then, that thou wast a choleric nag towards thine own husband?"

"Dark Skies volunteered to go into combat against a dragon flight." Celestia said.

"Have, done!" Luna guffawed. "We have seen that the last such pony and dragon conflict was remembered in the play 'With Fire and Spear.'"

"Yes, well, fortunately, we all came to our senses and had a wonderful time." Lime said.

"If you will excuse me, I have a letter to write." Celestia said.

"Indeed, I shall return to mine own abode, sister. Maid Lime, perhaps there is something that needs thy attention."

"Perhaps there is," Lime Sherbet said. "A particularly troublesome stain lurking somewhere in the castle, I shall find it, and rout it." She hurried down the hallway.

Luna chuckled to herself as she ascended a staircase. (Day by day, she is becoming more of a companion. She seems to be gaining my wit, and I find that her presence is a clarity compared to my phantasmal existence.)

Upon entering her room, she noticed trash strewn allover the floor: Banana peels, dried leaves, ripped paper, pieces of cloth, wood chips, and wadded tissues. "Is this some elaborate prank? We are not amused." She used her aura to scoop up some of the detritus, but dropped it again when she felt her anger subside. It had been a faint sensation, and one could easily mistake it for resignation, had it not been for a ripple in the local mana field. "Aha! Thou hath shown thyselves." She channeled her magic, forming a red sphere that expanded.

As the growing bubble brushed over the rubbish, flares of green fire revealed tiny white-colored chitinous ponies with diaphanous wings, antenna, and holes in their legs, manes and tails. "Pixies? Here?!"

The tiny creatures quickly scattered, fleeing through the open window. "They will report back to their Queen, but which one?" Luna shuddered. While the creatures, known to others as 'Gremlins' were irritating but harmless, they weren't forgiving of having their magic dispelled. A visit by larger and more unscrupulous fae was imminent. She left her room and headed for the Officers' barracks.

Swelling Gibbous

The damage from Chrysalis' failed invasion had not been as bad as Discords', but the fact that Canterlot had been attacked, left a bad taste in the mouths of the citizens. Anti-fae sentiment spread as many ponies took it upon themselves to uncover any that may have been disguised. Celestia and Luna authorized a section of the OCFG to educate the populace on how best to treat fae..

To provide a sanctuary, the Diarchy promised amnesty to changelings who declared surrender. They were to be brought before the dual throne, and interviewed. As numerous Fae accepted the offer and were given naturalized citizen status, Celestia and Luna learned that the invasion had been an unpopular idea among many of the fae themselves, and had it not been for Queen Chrysalis' rank and position, they would never have supported it.

Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor spent their honeymoon touring the various towns and provinces of Equestria, partly to spread good cheer, and partly to stay away from Canterlot. The pair did have some lingering anger towards Fae, but they made it a point not to act unless provoked. By Ceresfest, life had returned to a mostly orderly routine. The wave of anti-fae hysteria had subsided enough that Celestia risked instilling a few as public servants, and having others trained as soldiers.

Luna was helping her sister with some of the abundant paperwork, when a military courier burst into the throne room. "Your Highneses, news from Northern Equestria." The messenger removed his helmet. "I am to tell you, that 'It' has returned."

Celestia set aside the scroll that she had been reading. "Retrieve Prince Armor and Princess Cadance at once." She said to one of the guards. The pony saluted then dashed out of the room. She then brought over a blank scroll and began writing a letter.

"Sister, What has returned?" Luna waved the messenger away.

Celestia turned one eye in Luna's direction. "The Crystal Empire."

Luna gasped. "Is it so? I wish to believe you, but-"

"I wouldn't joke about it," Celestia paused her writing. "But if it has crossed back across the shroud, then that means."

"Sombra is not far behind." Luna flared her wings. "Sister, let us mobilize our forces."

"No, Luna."

"But-"

"Sister, we don't know where the Crystal Heart is, that's why I'm sending Twilight and her friends."

"The bearers of the Harmonic Elements. And if anypony can devise a means to counter Sombras' abyssal magic, it is Twilight Sparkle." She had a sudden realization. "And should she succeed, she will be ready for Starswirls' own compendium. Sister, you do truly have this thought out."

"Should? Luna, you seem to have some doubt." Celestia finished the letter, then sprinkled some magic powder on it, and tossed it into one of the braziers next to the dais.

"She is but one pony."

"I'm not sending one pony, I'm sending eight." Celestia smirked

Luna quickly reviewed what she knew about them. Their niece was capable of channeling a massive amount of mana, but didn't know many spells. Twilight did, and had proven adaptive in applying what she knew. Shining Armor was sort of a middle ground between the two. He was able to tap into more raw power than his sister, and had a number of useful spells for his duties. In addition, Applejack, and Fluttershy were able to attune with the local flora and fauna respectively. (Never overlook what information you can get from the local wildlife.) Applejack was also a capable fighter, and alongside Rainbow Dash, could provide an impromptu squadron for Shining Armor. Pinkie Pies' talent was her ability to socialize, and a limited precognition, both of which would be useful in aiding the Crystal Ponies.

"I shall trust in your judgement, Sister."

23 Post Discord

She never stopped smiling.

Celestia and Luna had heard about the old temple through an informant, who had hoped to curry favor by turning in their raucous neighbors. The pair arrived to find that the temple was a popular destination and meeting place. Games, unusual rites, and open intimacy, were abundant and it took a while for the accompanying guards to disperse the crowds.

She never stopped smiling.

The one who was directing all the activity was an orange unicorn, with a red mane and tail, bearing a cutiemark of three tambourines. Distangling from her latest paramour, she sauntered over to welcome the Royal Sisters, inviting them to partake of the activities. Celestia ordered the guards to take her into custody.

She never stopped smiling.

With her ankles secured in manacles linked to a central chain, she seemed to pose little threat. A herald declared that she was being charged with Discordianism. The sisters cast a spell to determine what amount of Chaos Magic she had, and found themselves nearly overwhelmed by what they felt. They summoned their Elements; and six shards of glowing crystal appeared around the captive.

She never stopped smiling.

The light from the crystals seemed to trigger a transformation. There was the sound of bones grinding, and flesh being stretched. Her hooves shrank and split, reshaping into separate digits. Her teeth formed into sharp points, while her neck, spine and tail elongated. Her mane and tail turned dark while black spots appeared along her pelt. The fur on three of her legs became sparce, replaced with fine scales on one, coarse scales on another, and thick warty hide on the third. The sight and sound of the mutation caused everypony except Celestia and Luna to wince, but the creature seemed to actually enjoy it.

She never stopped smiling.

Angered by the predatory smirk, some of the guards drew swords and advanced. Luna halted them and walked up to the thing, demanding to know what manner of being it was. An explanation was given, along with the assurances that it had no intention of overthrowing the Diarchy. The Creature of Chaos, as it was being called, asked to be allowed to continue its' revelry, claiming an identity of an older, Pre-Discord diety.

It never stopped smiling.

1003

"Do you remember that day, Moony? I was incarnated in an age when ponies believed in legendary beings. I knew them, the other gods, the ascended heroes, and the mortals. Though they were never truly open with me, seeing me as more of a means to achieve their own desires, I would mourn their demise at my Brothers' claws."

"I never stopped smiling."

"But that day, when you stepped forward and showed me true Kindness, you finally gave me something to smile about. My first, true, friend."

"Aye, I remember."

"What happened to you, Moony? Why did you stop smiling?"

"I...became sick, Ringtail."

"I thought alicorns couldn't get sick."

Luna sighed. "I thought so also."

"It's good to see you smile again."

"It feels good to smile." Luna replied. "Now that I have things to smile about."

The work that Luna had been putting into restoring her public image had finally begun to reap rewards. She had been invited to appear on radio talk shows, give interviews and take time to meet with the leaders of local governments. Her free time was taken up by new projects, and the toys from the previous two years were donated to hospitals and other charitable purposes.

Occasionally she would wander, using an alternate ponysona that she had devised with two of her friends. With this faked identity, (And carefully forged documentation is necessary,) She would engage in conversation and partake of activities that would be unusual for a Princess.

Today, Luna as Cynthia, Lime, and Fleur entered a 7th terrace arcade. Surprise' Magical Circus boasted over 70 electrothamic and mechathaumic games, both stand-up and sit-down, an indoor golf course, an out-door golf course, a laser tag arena, a twelve-lane bowling area, and a large maze-like network of plastic tunnels. In addition to the signature large pony-shaped pizzas, the menu included a variety of fried side dishes, sodas, and a small list of beers and wines. For the entertainment of children, there were live performances, featuring both costumed ponies and animatronic characters.

"Most opportune is our timing." Cynthia said. "'Tis early in the afternoon, so the lunch rush is over, yet the young ones art still at their places of learning."

"As well they should be," Lime said. "Can you just imagine the scandal of being caught being truant?"

"I'm not sure what school was like for you, Lime," Fleur stepped lightly as they selected a table and sat. "But my father had my schedule filled up with all sorts of inane classes. Posture, etiquette, art appreciation. Did you know that there are even classes on how to move and pose to appear desirable?"

"I imagine that it was to boost his own status." Lime replied, levitating over a few menus to browse..

"I do love him, but I found it irritating nonetheless."

"Aye. Ones' parents do vex at times. Shall we be no different with our own foals when the time comes."

"Oh, absolutely," Lime grinned. "Bringing them here will be a reward for good behavior, not a routine."

"You have to make sure that they eat right," Fleur added. "And make sure that they eat enough too."

"Welcome to Surprises'," A waiter approached, carrying a pen and notepad. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

"We'll take a pitcher of Chicory Cola." Lime said, The waiter wrote the order on the pad, then left to retrieve their drink..

Cynthia removed a stack of 5 bit bills from her saddlebag. She set one on the table before Lime, and another before Fleur, then set one down in front of herself. "I will pitch in so that we may enjoy the arcade that they have here, and Dame Lime has already promised to cover the food. Dame Fleur, Be there anything of which you wish to partake?"

Fleur tapped a hoof on the table. "Well, the miniature golf looks interesting, but I'd also like to try that laser tag. Maybe we'll do both."

"We do have a few hours at our leisure." Cynthia said. The waiter returned and set a large pitcher filled with iced soda on the table, then placed three plastic glasses next to it."Oh, we do thank you."

"You ready to order now?"

"Yes, we will take one of your pony-shaped pizzas." Lime said.

"And what toppings would you like?"

"Are bell peppers ok with everyone?" Lime asked.

"Yes, and can we add alfalfa?" Fleur suggested.

"Sure."

"And extra oil," Cynthia stated.

"Ok, it'll be ready in 15 minutes." The waiter said. "Would you like an appetizer?"

"I recommend the cheese poppers." Lime said.

"Cheese poppers it is." Fleur agreed."

"Ok, lemme pass this to the cook."

Celestia entered Lunas' room. "Will you be attending the Gala tonight, or will you find some last minute excuse?"

Luna turned and posed dramatically. "Sister, I did not commission this dress from Rarity only to let it hang as a museum piece. I have told you that I will be there."

Celestia circled around Luna, examining the dress carefully. "I must say that this is a vast improvement over your first choice."

"Hah, in my time before, a stola that turned transparent when wet, was the height of fashion."

"I would have liked to see the other guests faces when they saw that." Celestia created a minor illusion of a monocle around one of her eyes, then animated it jumping off her face.

"Aye, sister." Luna grinned. "Will I surely turn heads with this." She motioned to the dress. "They may stare and marvel and want, but mine wit will be ever ready to rebuke those who would dare touch."

"I have no doubt about that," Celestia said. "And while the last two Galas have shown a shift in the the attitude and purpose of the event, It is still a long way from the bacchanals that you remember."

"I will at least have a chalice of drunkfruit."

Celestia escorted Luna through the hallways. "I'll put in a request with the palace chefs. Perhaps I might have one as well."

"A proposal," Luna began. "Have the chefs set out a single table with such fare. You will take one, as will I. Of the Element Bearers I know that Twilight Sparkle will be curious. Pinkie Pie will want to experience a new treat, while Rarity will not want to seem disdainful of our tastes. Rainbow Dash seems to me, to be one who would neither back down from a challenge, nor be shown up by the others. Applejack is more likely to not want a fancy thing, but Fluttershy would go with the majority. Thus, with us and five of the Harmonic Elements partaking, and the 6th, one who is perceived as being unrefined, abstaining, the high society ponies would be persuaded to take up the chalice."

"And next year will come the oratory contests. And open revelry the year after." Celestia smirked. "And bit by bit, the Gala is restored to its former glory."

"Sister, it pleases me greatly to hear that certain traditions have remained," Luna sat across the table from Celestia. "You have arranged for the Olympic committee to tour the restored Crystal Empire."

Celestia took a sip of coffee. "Yes. I believe that the Crystal Ponies could benefit from being included back into Equestrian society, so I suggested to the committee, that they should send their best interviewer to tour the Empire."

Luna nibbled lightly on a slice of honeyed toast. "And to sweeten the deal, you sent the Element Bearers to put on a performance for her."

Celestia smiled. "I see nothing wrong with a little occasional nudge here or there." She levitated a waffle from a tray to her plate, then garnished it with flower petals "It also allows Twilight to reconnect with Shining Armor and Cadance, and that benefits all three of them."

"And what if this 'Harshwhinny' does not deliver a stamp of approval?"

"If she doesn't, she doesn't." Celestia sliced a piece from the waffle and ate it.

"We shall see how that turns out. But let that pass."

Celestia paused. "Is something troubling you, Luna?"

Luna scowled. "Indeed. I have been debating what to do about the remnant that was found near the edge of the Empire."

"Remnant?"

"A fragment of Sombras' horn. It emanates the same type of magic that he himself has tapped into."

Celestia exhaled. "Have it brought to me."

"You do have a place for it?" Luna quirked an eyebrow.

"I'll put it with certain other troublesome things."

"Oohhhhhhh." Luna nodded, understanding.

"No shadow can stand up to the light," Celestia said, picking up her waffle with a hoof, and rolling it. "And I am the Light."

"Indeed." Luna cleared her throat. "May I inquire into the plans for this years' Summer Sun Celebration?"

Celestia held the waffle over a candle with her magic, rotating it slowly. "Is that still a thing? I thought I outlawed it."

Luna took a sudden interest in the pattern of the tablecloth. "The proposal must have been misplaced." It was simply amazing how the weavers could create such an elaborate colorful display simply with tones and shades of white thread, and skillful embroidery.

"Ah well, it was a silly idea anyway. The Summer Sun Celebration should be a joyous occasion for us. and if it isn't, then I''ll have to fix that."

Luna looked to Celestia. "Perhaps we should invite Ringtail."

"NO!"

Luna laughed as the force of Celestias Royal Canterlot Voice swept everything off the table.

1004

Luna giggled as she cantered along the hallway, resisting the urge to break into a gallop. Draped around her barrel was a saddlebag stuffed with letters addressed to her, addressed to Luna. Her smile seemed to brighten the moods of the ponies she encountered and exchanged pleasantries with. The guards stood up straighter, the staff seemed more proud of their work, and even the old castle seemed a few centuries younger.

She entered her room, placed the saddlebag on her desk, then began pouring out the letters. Among them were several dark blue envelopes with a copy of her cutiemark. These ones were sorted out and placed into a separate pile. A quick count came out to six.

A small strip on the side of the envelope was perforated to allow a pony to tear it open easily. With a *rip* she could get the form inside. Written on these forms-freely available at any post-office-were dream requests. Luna took a large scroll, and began copying the requests onto it, burning the letters after they had been transcribed.

On the wall next to her desk, was a framed copy of the first such letter received after Luna had first instituted the 'Request a Dream' program. This one was special, since the requester was Pinkie Pie. With her work itinerary filled out, Luna turned her attention to the other letters.

Another quick sorting failed to bring up anything from one particular pony, so she went with the next priority; fan mail. This meant actually opening letters at random and reading them to see what was worth replying to.

'Dear Princess Luna,' The phrase caused a pleasant tingle in her chest. The writer then continued on, talking about how much of a kinship they felt with her. An appreciation for the night, drama, and emphatic poetry. The writer signed with the moniker 'Amarantha Gloomwolf.'

"Such evocative names have ponies adopted," Luna mused. She took a blank scroll, and wrote a reply.

"Dearest Gloomwolf. We laud the creativity of thy moniker, and we wish to express our sincerest thanks for thy praise and commiseration. Thou may callest thyself as 'gloomy' but thou clearly has a passion that must be nurtured. It is this selfsame passion that allowed ourself to be both the prior bearer of the Element Jollity called Laughter, and to act as the Shining Blade of Equestria. We bid thee not to be consumed in feelings of futility and irrelevancy, but to laugh, to stand defiant of such impulses. Our hope is that the night will inspire thee and others of thy sphere, to craft more poetry, prose, and action.

Her Royal Highness

Princess Luna, Grand Mobile Element of the Lunar Orb, Sovereign of the Order of the Starry Night, Head of the House of Night."

With the letter completed and tucked into a stamped envelope, Luna went through the rest of the mail.

Three chalices stood on a wheeled cart. Luna levitated one and brought it over to the pony resting in her bed. "It is most fortunate that you were able to be here today."

"It was necessary." Bad Apple said, taking the chalice in his hooves. "I missed the date last year, and I knew you were sad, even if you understood why."

"Who can say where you will be next year," Luna replied. "Let that pass. Here and now, I will share my sacraments with you."

Bad Apple swirled the wooden chalice. The translucent liquid within gave off a faint white light, and seemed to draw in heat. Had the chalice been metal, Bad was certain that it would have frozen his frogs. "Right, this is?"

"Moon Dew." Luna said. "It is condensed water, but it has been infused with moonlight."

Bad Apple chuckled. He had heard about Pinkie Pies' experience with rainbow water. "So I won't get drunk, but it'll still feel potent."

"'Twill test your mettle with such fare." Luna said with a smile. "In times before, many a warrior was humbled by the experience."

He lifted the cup to his lips and took a small sip. The intensely cold liquid rushed across his tongue and down his throat, with the burn following almost immediately afterward. He quickly passed the chalice back to Luna, and took several deep breaths.

"You are most wise, my love, A deep draught would leave one in intense pain." Luna set the chalice on the cart, then leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. Drawing back, she levitated the second chalice. This one was copper with a large shallow bowl, and held a peeled apple immersed in wine. "This one is called 'Drunkfruit.' It is a personal favorite of mine, and others."

"I know fruit infused wines have been a trend," Bad accepted the chalice. "And I've heard about wine-soaked cheeses."

"This is special," Luna said. "You are familiar with the modern derivative, 'Apple bobbing.'

"A big shallow tub of water and apples. i'm guessing that the original version used wine, and all fruits.

"Aye, 'twas common at Ceresfests." She sighed, eyes twinkling as she recalled her participation.

Bad leaned down and bit into the apple. his teeth gouged deeply into the softened meat of the apple, almost completing a bite. As he lifted his muzzle, the apple was drawn almost out of the wine, before the weight caused it to separate from the bit portion, and fall back in. The wine splashed onto his shirt, hooves, and the bedsheet. Luna held a hoof to her mouth to stifle the urge to laugh.

Bad chewed then swallowed, before giving a blushing grin. "I can see how it would be a challenge. The drunker you are, the less delicate you are, and the harder the game is, yet the game itself leads to getting drunk," Bad Apple passed the chalice back. "Sorry about the mess." .

"Worry not, the palace staff will not question such stains." Luna winked. She returned the chalice to the cart, then brought over the third, which was empty. Bad Apple recognized it immediately.

"Ah, it's to be that kind of night, is it?"

"Did you think I would pass up the opportunity?" Luna gave a chuckle.

"Of course not." They said in unison.

"Cavalier Stare, what is this that We are looking at?" Luna looked upon a small assembly of ponies, with a few Diamond Dogs and changelings in the group. They all wore specially designed armor that had been forged to a metallic blue-purple color, with Lunas' cutie mark enameled on the brows of their helmets.

"Your Majesty, these are the latest graduates of the Lunar Guard." Golden stare motioned. "I have personally checked their records myself, so I know they surpass the standards of the Royal Guard."

"We think that thou places too much focus on records, and not enough on appearance," Luna replied. "They seemest as though street urchins with wooden swords, could defeat them."

Golden Stare slowly turned his head to look at Luna. "If your highness has doubts about their readiness, perhaps you'd like to test them."

"Have we an umber hulk in captivity?" Golden Stare shook his head. "A rust monster, perhaps." Another shake. "A rebellious dragon, a defiant gryphon, a trio of Sirens."

"Perhaps they could undertake a covert mission to recover your sisters' pastry stash." Golden said. One of the guards raised a hoof. "Miles Tabanus."

The Changeling lowered her hoof. "Sir, we're guards, not soldiers, Sir."

Luna looked down on the Assembly. "This mission be strictly internal, You will not be leaving the Castle grounds.Your objectives are thus. Locate Celestia's stash of delicious, cream-filled pastries, some of which are chocolate and have a chocolate coating, take the entirety of the collection into custody, and deliver it to Our room." The guards nervously glanced to each-other. "DISMISSED!" The assembly quickly left the room to go about their task.

"A Word, your Highness." Luna nodded. "Isn't my nephew posted as your sisters' door guard today."

"Aye, The Destrier Dark Skies." Luna smirked. "But this mission will help them become familiar with both the layout of the castle, and the schedules of the inhabitants."

"What if they get caught?"

Luna grinned smugly. "Then shall I have legitimately reclaimed my title of 'Pranking Queen' from Celestia"

Golden Stare looked out the window at the moon. "Yeah, Laughter Day isn't over just because the sun is down and your sister is in bed."

"And should they succeed, shall we share the spoils of conquest."

"Sounds like a Celestian Gambit."

"Oh?"

Golden Stare coughed into a hoof. "She's known for crafting plans that no matter what the outcome, she benefits in some way."

"Perhaps the name should be changed to 'Alicorn Gambit.' Sister is not the only one who uses them."

"If that were to be put in a memo and distributed, sure." Golden Stare replied.

"Shall we write it tomorrow." Luna said.

"Princess Twilight Sparkle," Luna addressed the newly ascended alicorn. "Walk with me, this night."

"As you wish." Twilight replied. Her voice seemed subdued. After the celebration, Twilight had spent many hours scouring the library for information, and seemed to be starting a sub-branch in the room that Celestia had set aside for her use. The books were arranged in familiar tower-like structures, not so much for the purposes of reading, but to act as pillars of stability for her mental state.

"I may not have a refined sense of sympathy like Princess Cadance, but I can tell that this new turn of events causes you much distress." Luna said as they walked out onto a large balcony. "Your life has been spent in the study and pursuit of knowledge. Both your head and your heart were in accord," Twilight nodded. "'Twas that selfsame accord that allowed you and your friends to return me to my senses."

"But now my head tells me one thing, and my heart wants to go in another direction, I know this." Twilight said. "I'm searching for answers, but I keep finding the same stock explanations. Yes, I've achieved something that very few ever come close to, but what am I supposed to do now? What use is a 'Princess of Friendship' that can't be with her friends?" She paused to wipe tears from her cheeks.

"There exists a means to reconcile this situation." Luna began.

"Tell me, please." Twilight kneeled before Luna.

"The Rite of Abdication." Luna replied.

"Abdication..."

Luna nodded and motioned to the stars. "It is a means devised by my sister to enable members of the peerage to dissolve their domains and discharge their duties. Most would not, but it exists in case that ones' estate would fall into the hooves of incapable or unworthy successors. Some have tried to twist the process to bypass a generation and bequeath their domain to the grandchilder, but let that pass," She reached down and took Twilights' hoof with her own. "You do not have to be a Princess."

"But I ascended," Twilight protested, spreading her wings. "A winged unicorn, a horned pegasus. Whatever you call it, I achieved it. All by realizing the true power of magic and friendship."

"That part will be more difficult to resolve, but we shall research the process together."

"But if I give up Alicorn-hood, what will my friends think, what will Celestia think, my family?"

"Would you rather have them bear witness to a sorrowful princess, or a happy archivist?"

"I want to be the happy archivist." Twilight said, her voice almost cracking.

"And I would that you be so, Dearest Twilight." Luna stroked Twilights' mane with her other hoof.

"Thank you, Luna." Twilight sniffled, leaning in to hug her.

Lunar Axioms

1: Turning the clocks around to face the wall, will greatly improve the mood of everyone nearby.

2: Ingenuity and improvisation can set the stage for any occasion. 2b: Being friendly with the castle servants can increase their chances of finding extra supplies for a cause.

3: Claiming to be a 'Special Guest of the Princess' will get one through any security checkpoint.' 3b: -Almost- any security checkpoint. 3c: Even the most rigid, by-the-book guard can find a loop-hole.

4: Never underestimate the influence that the opening act can have on the festivities.

5: Ponies and other beings function best in groups of more than -one-.

6: There is no music, which cannot be improved by an application of the Royal Canterlot Voice.

7: One who has authority over the attendants, can declare an end to any celebration.

8: Where you place the responsibility, is where the respect will go.

9: Nothing will make you feel insignificantly smaller, than being at the base of the Lecture Dais.

10: Sisters who transcend time, share a love that also transcends time.

Full Moon Splendor

1005

From the Journal of Princess Luna Artemicia Gaeity Clover

Knights scare me.

As I entered the city with a half-dozen Knights by my side, I felt the presence of something as powerful as myself or My sister, as Powerful as Discord, or Fortuna, but not incarnated like us. Instead, it was like an energy at rest within these ponies. But I wasn't the one to be on the receiving end of that power.

I moved the moon into the shadow of the planet. This would enable me to empower the spell I needed to use. With the light taking on a dark red tinge, my allies drew their weapons. I took a deep breath, then my magic, calling upon the Darkness for aid. A barely visible sphere of shadow appeared before me, and began floating towards the location of the entity known as Tirek. Were I alone I could simple turn immaterial and move through obstacles. Instead, the orb would take the shortest possible pathway around buildings, lampposts, and other obstacles.

We found him about to drain a unicorn. As I shouted out the order to step away from the civilian, I felt the knights empowering their weapons in their peculiar manner. As predicted, Tirek put up a resistance, but the weapons: halberds, swords, and spears tore into him, allowing the stolen magic to escape. Tirek screamed as he was wounded and de-powered, managing only the barest of hits on his highly trained opponents. The Knights, (Thank the Elements that I brought Justicars) stopped once all the stolen magic had been released, leaving him only with his own power. From there it was a simple matter to place the enchanted manacles that would teleport him back to Tartaros.

With Justice served, My allies declared their duties complete, and left. That was their right. Celestia and I may have formed the original Knightly Orders, but they were intended only to be a back-up to the Elements. I was the one who necessitated their need to act as a check against the Diarchy.

A heresy? Surely you jest. They are the opposite of. Their devotion to an ideal of Harmony empowers them in ways that even Twilight Sparkle is in awe of. Celestia and I used to be able to use this same ability. I shook myself out of my reverie as the moon started moving out of the shadow, the light brightening.

Had I brought Knights of Tenacia, I imagine would have had to nurse Tirek partly back to health before he could be returned to the prison realm. The thought caused me to chuckle. Yes, he had hurt my ponies, and was a danger to more, but I envied him not having to face 'Tencs.' There is a reason that I couldn't allow Celestia to reach Canterlot on THAT day.

Knights scare me. Chrysalis was smart to disable them before invading.

"Dame Lime, I applaud the creativity that ponies have in creating fiction about myself. I do not know whether the tabloids, or novelists have more imaginative works."

Lime smirked, riffling through a paperback book. "I know what you mean, some these ideas are just so over the top, that they are unbelievable," She reached for one of the tabloids. "Like that article about you and your sister stealing the youth from young ponies, to maintain your appearance and immortality."

"Or how about the one where you're having a secret affair with Trenderhoof." Fleur added. Luna chuckled.

"Such a ridiculous notion," Luna replied. "He is a forward-looking pony, with disdain for the past." She leafed through a tabloid, then selected one of the articles. "This one is a particular favorite of mine. It states that Sister and I won control of Equestria, by defeating Discord in a banana eating competition."

"You are what you eat," Lime quipped. Luna and Fleur glanced to each-other, then burst into laughter.

After the mood calmed somewhat, Luna spoke. "I wish to propose a like endeavor, where we write a fabricated story about ourselves. We need not adhere to closely to the truth, but rather, take the more interesting options."

"So this would be more like personal fiction," Fleur mused. "I have a few ideas for my personal character. A Pooka who works as a kids show host."

"That's interesting." Lime said. "I might have to look up some ideas for myself. Maybe I'll go with a Roani gadgeteer." She and Fleur looked to Luna.

""Twould be good to give ourselves time to do the proper research, but mine idea is to have been raised by bats."

"So how long should we give ourselves?" Fleur asked.

"I think one month is sufficient time to write a short story," Luna answered. "Though we may provide progress reports at our discretion."

"Agreed." Lime added.

1006

Luna entered the passageway that had been carved into the the side of a mountain. The dark gray stone radiated a kind of aura, that made her horn feel like a magnetic pole being forced into close proximity with an identical pole. She ignored the feelings of squeezing suffocation, and followed the directions that had been provided to her. Down the main passageway for forty strides, take the first turn to the left, and stop at the entrance of the first room.

The room had been furnished to resemble an economical apartment. The majority of the space was a bedroom/rec room, with an alcove that served as a kitchen, and a smaller adjoining room where the occupant could clean themselves in private. The lighting was powered by a privately-owned power station that was a mile away from the mountain range.

Lounging on a bench next to a writing desk, was a unicorn with a deep black coat, and a white mane and tail. He wore a cotton dress-jacket that held the insignia of his position and service, and a pair of pince-nez spectacles. "General Crescent Sliver." Luna called out.

"Princess Luna." The unicorn greeted. They exchanged salutes, then Luna pulled a lever in the wall. Crescent Sliver trotted over to the cell door and pulled a second lever on the other side of Lunas', disengaging the lock on the cell-door, allowing it to be opened. "Welcome to my humble home, your Highness. May I bring you something to eat or drink?"

"I am satiated for now," Luna replied as she entered the cell. Crescent Sliver returned to his bench "I was informed that we were to have a dialogue regarding our respective roles."

"Indeed. Certain information about you and your deeds would enable me to fulfill my role better."

"Before I allow thee to begin, I must stress two things, General."

"And those are?" Crescent Sliver readied his writing stick.

"First, existence outside of this temporal life that ponies live, is difficult to translate into terms that are easily comprehended."

"I'll leave philosophy to the philosophers." Crescent replied. "I'm more interested in Luna the pony."

Luna chuckled. "I thank thee. The second thing is this. The moon is a part of me, like thy blood is a part of thee. I am not the moon, and thou art not thy blood, though we would die without that vital part."

Crescent nodded. "I'm familiar with the idea of conceptual anchors."

"Aye, Then shall we begin?"

Crescent wrote something down, then looked to Luna,."First, I'd like to ask a series of questions. There are no right or wrong answers, but it'll help me get a feel for you." Luna nodded. "Ok. First question. Who has it harder? A knight who must dedicate themselves to one of the Harmonic ideals, never backing down in the face of adversity? Or a destitute beggar?"

"The destitute beggar." Luna replied. "As hard as the life of a knight is, they never want for food or shelter."

Crescent Silver wrote down the response. "You're running late for a meeting with the Parliamentary council. As you enter the building, you notice a pony who has fallen off of a tall ladder."

"I stop to help."

The questions continued for a while, covering many hypothetical situations. Some of them seemed to require some thought, as they introduced conflicts between harmonic ideals that Luna cared deeply about.."Ok, last question. You find that something is missing from your room. Witnesses report that your sister was the last pony seen leaving your room. Whe-"

"I declare a bug hunt."

"Pardon?"

Luna sighed. "I activate the Chrysalis Protocol. I am being made to think that Celestia has taken something of mine. I know my sister, she wielded Charity and Fidelity. The answer is that someone is impersonating her," Crescent resorted to short-script to write the answer. "The simplest explanation is that it's a fae, since disguising themselves is part of their innate magic, and Celestia's form is impossible to copy with a conventional costume due to her size, shape, proportions, and ephemera."

"Thank you, This gives me a clearer picture of who you are."

"And I am?"

"Honest, impulsive, joyous, and decisive," Crescent replied. "Those are just a few of your dominant traits. Most of all, I notice that you became worried when I introduced conflicts between your previous Harmonic affinities."

"But that was necessary for the evaluation."

"Right. Now we get to the real interview. Tell me your earliest memory."

1007

Luna, Bad Apple, and several armored ponies were seated around a large table. A map depicting a portion of Northern Equestria was unrolled and written on. ""So, this be the infamous 'Vaults Vale.'" Luna peered closely at the map.

"They couldn't have picked a better spot," One of the soldiers said "The northern portion of their compound is right up on the border with the Griffon Kingdoms."

"Princess, if I may." Another soldier looked to Luna.

"Aquilis Wind Wolf."

"My Proposal is to lead three squads of Pegasi from a vantage point of 900 meters above the Vale, while the rest of the force remains at the rendezvous point."

"Will you be able to muster sufficient cloud cover for the endeavor? We cannot risk your troops being spotted by the target."

"A four gallon tank of water weighs about thirty-four pounds and converts to 4000 cubic meters of cloud. Multiply that by thirty pegasi and it's gonna be a dark day for Any Random."

Bad Apple chuckled. "I like this pony."

"Of course, I will need a couple of hours to set it up, so while you're sneaking around, we're gonna be busy with the preparation," Wind Wolf said. "Just try not to die on us, Agent 7777."

"Do not worry about that." Luna told the Aquilis. "Though the task is difficult, and some would say even reckless, He has proven too wily for any who have tried to terminate his endeavor."

"Your Princess has faith in me." Bad said to Wind Wolf.

Wind Wolf walked over to Bad Apple. "I still don't see why she sends you, instead of one of my scouts."

"It is because this is his mission," Luna said. "He has taken this task upon himself to complete. We may aid him, but he wishes to be the one to complete it. Wouldst thou begrudge a Knight of their ideal?"

"The safety of my flight is my primary concern, your Majesty."

"And I am certain that your soldiers are comforted to have such a leader in you." Luna said.

"Well, I'd better get going," Bad Apple turned to leave.

"Aye, We shall have them land the Zeppelin five miles to the southeast, so that you may depart." Luna escorted him out of the room.

"And by this time tomorrow, hopefully we'll have this wrapped up," Bad Apple replied.

The Spring Season kept Luna busy with numerous tasks and duties. Shortly after the raid on Vaults vale and Any Randoms' trial, she had a few important cases to settle. The first concerned a future nephew and niece, while the second involved reclaiming her old lands. After these, came the memorial service for Clover the Clever, and awards ceremonies for the soldiers involved. It wasn't until a few days before the Summer Sun Celebration when Luna was able to get some time for herself.

"Sister, May I speak with you?" She bowed before Celestia.

Celestia motioned for her to rise. "Luna, you have my ear whenever it is available."

"I have a few proposals to submit for your approval." Luna took some scrolls from a saddlebag.

Celestia took the scrolls with her magic and unrolled them. "Let's see what you have here. You wish to institue a new Knightly Order?"

"Aye, You felt it, did you not, when those three called upon the magic within their staff?"

"If I hadn't witnessed it myself, I would've dismissed the idea of Faith in fate," Celestia rubbed around her horn. "And we never established any criteria for forming a new Knightly order. The six that we had were the result of years of debate."

"Have we learned many things from the experience," Luna said. "Not all of it of good nature."

"I would suggest that this be proposed to the heads of the orders. They could provide some advice and insight to creating your 'Order of Fortuna' and might be able to establish protocols in case this situation arises again."

"Good sooth, sister." Luna accepted the scroll back from Celestia.

Celestia read over the second scroll. "I don't know if this one is a good idea. You would be reminding Antonia of the trauma she suffered, in exchange for information that might not be of any benefit to Equestria."

"So the knowledge of Si'Mu'Zes' magic would bring more harm than good, do you think?"

Celestia rolled up the scroll. "Give her a few years, but keep an eye on her. She is one of your subjects, not a scientific curiosity."

Luna blinked. "You said one of mine, not one of ours."

"It's not my blessing that she bears," Celestia replied. "And you need to look out for the well-being of your little ponies."

"Yes, I shall." Luna said, taking the scroll.

"Now, your third proposal, is a very good idea. A Diamond Dog pack with members from both the Aegeman, and the United Colonies. The two groups have been seperated for far too long, and we'll need to get them harmonized. But do send this to King Minos for approval first."

1008

Luna examined the mustard yellow pegasus that kneeled at the base of the throne dais. "Professor Do, We are well aware of your history as a writer and an archeologist, but it was our impression that thou specialized in societies in Guianeigh, Pindoramane, The Neighndes and Patagoneigh."

"Your Majesty," Daring Do began. "I normally work in that area, but there are few opportunities to work inside the Nation."

"So thou art volunteering to work for us."

"Yes, your Majesty, for two reasons-"

"Professor. We are not yet seated on our proper throne. Please address us as 'Highness.'"

Daring Do nodded. "Yes your Highness. First, I wish to use my skills to aid you in uncovering any artifacts pertaining to your rule. I feel that I'm highly qualified, and that I will be of great assistance with cataloging any unusual relics. I know of the previous cultures, and I get along well with the Roani."

"It is good that thou art well-inclined towards our devoted. And thy second reason?"

"Because the planned dig sites will be well guarded, and there is little risk of unsavory treasure hunters coming along."

"Thou art referring to thy adversaries." Luna gave Daring Do a small smile. "We have had wanted posters distributed, which bear Ahuizotls' likeness. He is easily recognizable, and will be detained on sight. Dr Caballeron on the other hoof, is not so easily found."

Daring Do shrugged. "That just turns it from a vacation to a relaxed routine. I know him, and I know how to deal with him."

"At the very least, We can promise that there are no death-traps outside of Si'Mu'Ze's tunnel complex."

"I appreciate the concern, Princess, but it's nothing I can't handle."

Luna descended the dais and shook hooves with Daring Do.

"Twilight Sparkle, I thank thee for undertaking this task, and I am looking forward to hearing thy results"

Twilight laid a stack of folders on the desk between her and Luna. "I almost didn't want to do it, after seeing the pain that it caused, but Cheerilee said that her spouse was worried about being a heretic,"She opened one of the folders and presented the documents. "I was able to lay those fears to rest, and my own as well."

"Thou knowest well the value of compassion, and thy deference to it is a sign that sister speaks wisely in calling thee her number one student, out of all the ones that she has taken under her wing."

"Thank you, Princess Luna," Twilight smiled. "Anyways. my findings indicate that while my initial hypothesis was correct, I failed to account for an unknown factor which caught me by surprise. First off, Going by what the archeologists have uncovered in Dineighstra, the Roani did practice Haemomancy."

"Aye, and as one of their most learned, Si'Mu'Ze would have been familiar with it."

"Blood Magic is currently under strict regulations, since while it is potent, it is dangerous both to the user and the recipients. To even study the subject requires one to undertake a training course, and register with the Ministry of the Arcane. In effect, Toola Roola is currently an outlaw."

"That can be easily resolved. There is no need to send an imperial police force,"Luna levitated a scroll and quill, then began writing. "Do continue."

Twilight flipped to another page. "What complicates things is that there is apparently a non-terrestrial mana source that Si'Mu'Ze discovered. This in itself is rather unusual, since while such a thing has been a subject of conjecture, there hasn't been any coordinated effort to expand beyond the orbit of the Sun and Moon."

"Perhaps it is time to change that. We might benefit greatly from exploring the boundaries of the sky."

"I'd be willing to help in any way that I could," Twilight said. Luna held up a hoof.

"That will be an idea for later consideration. We should discuss the mana node first."

"Right," Twilight cleared her throat. "This, is where things get a little complicated. With some reluctance, Toola Roola showed me how to tap into it. Somehow, The mana inside the node is separate from the rest of the Universal flow. Celestia showed me how to tap into Sombras' magic, and that had its' own flow. But this, it was...stagnant."

"I am not sure I follow. One of the Axioms of Magic written by the ancient Ipponian philosophers, states that mana flows."

"This mana doesn't." Twilight said. "It's stagnant, and it's been stagnant for a long time, many millennia apparently. It feels wrong too, like a festering wound in Reality."

"That would explain much of what we've seen and felt. but the question now is, why is this so?"

"I'd like to help research this, if only to ease another pony's fears of becoming a monster."

"I will make sure that thy name is on the short list." Luna gave Twilight a reassuring smile.

New Moon

"Welcome Home, Little Sister." Celestia said as the chariot came to a rest within a covered alcove.

"Sister, I do appreciate the offer," Luna said. "But is Nocne Mesta not mine abode?"

Celestia shook her head. "Consider yourself as my guest, until such time as you have fully recovered." She pointed at the palace at the base of a large ornate castle. "I have several rooms set aside for visiting dignitaries. You may use one until I can set up a room in the castle proper."

"I do recall your own quarters being the second floor, and center front." Luna tapped her chin in thought.

"You may use that room if you wish." Celestia lead Luna into the palace. "I have since moved to the 7th floor rear, of the castle."

"What has become of my lands since mine absence?" Luna asked, following through the hallways.

"When I had to...discipline you," Celestia began. "I sundered your connection with the mana lines. It was sloppy, and Father always insisted that such an act was unbecoming of a proper unicorn."

"You did not have time to be delicate about it," Luna replied.

"The sudden surge of mana created a sort of stationary hurricane," Celestia explained as they ascended a stairway. "The weather refuses to be controlled, and ponies report that the wild mana can be felt in their bones."

Luna winced. "The land may as well be forfeit."

"Why do you say that?"

"If it has been left with wild magic for such a long time, I cannot imagine that anypony would want to dwell there."

"But ponies are reclaiming the land," Celestia said. They stopped in front of an oak door with brass accents. A quick test of the lever handle revealed that it was unlocked and unlatched. "Looks like it's unoccupied." Celestia said with a grin.

They stepped into a small foyer and Celestia turned a dial next to the door. Light emanated from a decorative orb in the ceiling, gradually brightening the room. Luna looked around the room, scrutinizing the details. A desk was placed against the left wall. It had a center drawer, left and right cabinets, and a panel in the center, that could be lifted up. inside the panel were a few writing implements and a ledger that had several pages torn out.

Opposite the desk, were a pair of doorways. One lead into a small pantry-like area, the other lead to a room that contained a large bathing trough. The rear of the foyer lead to the bedroom, which was illuminated by sunlight entering through the large windows. The white and cyan motif of the bed covers, rug, curtains, and wallpaper, made the already bright room seem even brighter.

Luna turned to Celestia. "We will away to the local weaver, and purchase appropriately colored material to use as a padding, so that I may rest comfortably on the floor of your domicile."

Celestia chuckled. "I suppose I could let you spend the night in my room. But you will not be sleeping on the floor."

"Surely you cannot have a bed built within a few hours. Such a thing would take at least a full day."

"Trust me." Celestia winked

"This is a marvel of engineering." Luna rubbed a hoof along the frame. "To fold a bed and secret it within a sofa, yet retain the functions of both."

Celestia watched from her own bed as Luna toyed with the converter. she had spent the last half hour switching it between the bed and couch forms, examining the mechanisms and processes. "Are you planning to play with it all night, or use it for its intended function?"

Luna blushed. "Apologies, but we are fascinated by how advanced beds have become."

"It's alright. if you'd like, I can have one delivered to your room, in addition to the regular bed."

Luna lifted the purple blanket and dark blue cover sheet. "Worry not about me, I only require the one." She settled on the mattress. "And I must thank the palace staff for the feast. Twas a medley of scents and flavors that I missed dearly."

Celestia slid off her bed and trotted over. "Tomorrow, you may tell them such. I will formally introduce you to the castle staff and guards."

Luna smiled, pulling the covers over her barrel. "I thank you Celly."

"Would you like me to read you a story tonight, Lulu?"

"I do not wish to impose-"

"Luna, I'd be delighted," Celestia brought over a small stack of books, held within a golden aura. "I have a few that my students liked." She held up one of the books. "How about 'Night at the Museum?'"

"A museum? Yes, I suppose I do need to learn about the cultural changes that have happened in mine absence."

Celestia smiled. "This was one of Dawn Clouds' favorites." She opened the book, then began reading aloud.

"Was that really necessary?" Celestia asked.

"Sister, Were I to take the mold from a rotten timber, and shape it into a equine form, it would be more of a pony than that action-taking bed-warmer."

"He's our nephew, like it or not."

"I do choose not," Luna fumed as she trotted up a set of stairs.

Celestia followed her. "Luna, don't you walk away from me."

Luna stopped and turned around. "FIRE HIM!"

Celestia sighed then looked over her shoulder, then looked back to Luna. "You already gave him a black eye and bloodied nose, how much more do you need to do to him?"

"That is as much royal favour as I am inclined to give out." Luna replied with a hmph. Celestia was about to say something, but the sound of a pony clearing their throat interrupted.

"Begging your pardon, your highnesses, but how do you fire a prince?"

Lune peered at the green unicorn at the base of the stairs. "Tis simple, really. First, we must prepare a siege weapon. Once it is in the ready to fire phase, we will then place the offending pony in the ammunition receiving area. Then we will activate the weapon. The pony is thus fired."

The unicorn stifled a laugh. "And what was Prince Bluie's offense?"

"A suggestion that We would be joyous to receive a companion of his choosing, after mine exile. We were considering the offer, but then he added that it was to be paid for with 'Royal Favour.' We are not some mere peddler of private goods."

"Of course not, My Princess." The unicorn said.

"Would you excuse me a moment, Lime." Celestia descended the stairs. "I must see about our nephews well-being.

Lime sidestepped, allowing Celestia to pass."Your Highness, The staff would like to know your preferences for room arrangements."

"Our preferences?"

Lime carefully approached Luna. "For example, would you prefer a morning or afternoon cleaning, should we include throw pillows and a comforter when making your bed, what kind of flowers would you like on your nightstand, do you need a sleeping mask?"

"Ah, those." Luna motioned for Lime to follow her. "We would first like to minimize the number of ponies who have access to our quarters. We mean no disrespect to thee or the rest of the palace staff, but We do feel rather protective of our privacy."

"I understand." Lime replied. So many people gawking and talking, asking questions, and you don't get much time to yourself. I'll put in a request for your privacy."

"Secondly, We are in need of somepony who is willing to teach us about modern customs and devices."

"That sounds like a much needed service." Lime replied. "Some ponies have trouble setting the microwave clock."

"How novel, using the oscillation of water as a means to measure the passing of time."

Lime frowned. "I, uh, see where your Highness is coming from." she said. "A few questions if I may."

The pair trotted down the hall towards Lunas' room. "Do not inquire as to the cause of our exile. but know that we have been away for a millennium."

"Right right. To set a reference point. A lot of technological advancement happened in the years of 66-290, mostly in the military. The invention of the crossbow for example, changed the way that war was conducted. The ideas were later adapted to a number of different devices."

"So the peace was shattered, and war happened again after we had left." Luna sighed.

"Well, at that time, we were being invaded by dragons and gryphons."

"We do wish to hear how sister resolved this." She entered her room and motioned for Lime to follow her.

Luna looked from the stack of letters, to the pink Alicorn on the other side of the desk. "So you are to be my minder then."

"Correct." Cadance said. "And as you can see , I have many letters of commendation."

"I have many letters of commendation." Luna mocked.

Cadance snorted. "It's like that, is it?" Luna repeated the statement, adding a nasally tone to the words. "I'm Princess Luna and I eat cave moss." Cadance smirked.

"Well played, dear niece." Luna picked up one of the letters. "I have been informed that you were previously the caretaker for my sisters' protege."

"Oh yes," Cadance leaned back in the chair. "I absolutely enjoyed looking after Twilight Sparkle."

"What have you been doing the last couple of months?"

"I have also spent the last three years as a private confidant for Princess Celestia," Cadance said. "Since Twilights' departure, I have been focusing on that role."

"Her lady in waiting, as it were," Luna smirked. "I would not mind such a thing myself."

Cadance nodded. "As I am not allowed to divulge the things I am told, You may trust me with your secrets."

"Princess Cadenza."

"Please, call me Cadance, your highness."

Luna nodded. "Very well, Cadance," She slid the stack of letters to one side. "As the Alicorn of Love, your special talent is fostering romantic feelings between ponies, correct?"

"It's more like rekindling a fire," Cadance replied. "If there's no love to begin with, then my talent is useless."

"Wouldst you be able to tell if there is genuine love between two beings?"

Cadance nodded. "Yes, I am quite adept at sensing such things. For example, you love your sister as family, yet at the same time, there's a sense that you aren't welcome. Am I reading you correctly?"

Luna averted her gaze. "And what of your own views on the matter."

Cadance walked around the desk ,and draped one wing over Luna. "I say, Buck all haters. If they wanna waste their time being miserable, don't let them rain on your parade."

"Aye, buck them." Luna smiled.

"Louder." Cadance prodded.

"Buck them!" Luna said.

There was a knock on the door. "Buck off!" Cadance and Luna said together.

"I am deeply disappointed in both of you." Celestia looked down from her throne, at the pair. "We are supposed to be exemplars of Harmony.

"Auntie Celestia, I was just-" Celestia raised a wing to silence her.

"I can only shudder to think of what kind of influence you had on my protege." Celestia addressed Cadance.

"Your Majesty, I would never teach Twilight Sparkle such crass behavior."

"A pity then," Celestia held a hoof to cover her mouth. "Because she's getting a crash course from the Apple Family."

"Your Majesty, may I be excused?" A blushing pegasus guard wondered. "I think I caught them at a bad time."

"Yes, you may be excused, Miles Cranberry." The pegasus quickly trotted out of the room. "Princess Cadenza, please return to your quarters, and write me an essay on how a Knight of harmony should behave."

Cadance bowed, then left. Celestia turned to Luna. "And I am disappointed in you, because you should hold to a higher standard."

"Yes Sister, I was caught up in the moment." Luna replied.

"Seriously? is that the best you can do? 'Buck off?'"

Luna perked her ears. "Stopfen eine Kartoffel in deinen Arsch und essen. Farcir une pomme de terre dans le cul et le manger. Stuif prátaí i do asal agus é a ithe."

"Thy words have all the depth of a rain puddle." Celestia replied. Luna winced."Shall I lend thee a sack of uncounted bits, so that thou canst afford a suitable lexicon."

"You...did call me 'Thou.'" Luna said. She lowered her head. "I can take the insults of education and character." She looked up to Celestia, trying to hold back her tears. "But to be addressed in the formal tone? Why Tia?"

The remaining guards shifted nervously as Celestia got off the throne. "I do not want to hear my sister using such base epithets. Is that understood?"

"Aye, Sister." Luna said quietly.

"Good, now Buck off!"

After Luna ran out of the throne room. one of the guards cleared her throat. "Your Majesty?"

Celestia looked to the guard. "Relay to the chef, that we are all having potatoes tonight."

"Yes your Majesty, but what about-"

"Chancellor Sandy Spurs, we will be in our study until dinnertime. We have some writing to do. Please cancel all appointments, and retrieve us when dinner is prepared."

"Of course, your Majesty." The brown pegasus replied.

"Thou vainglorious beast! I am truly thy superior in all things. Thou would not stand a chance against me, were we to clash again!"

"Luna, please do not taunt the statue."

Luna looked to her sister. "He is contained and unable to do anything to retaliate."

"For now, yes, but the spell is weakening." Celestia used a wing to guide Luna away from Discord. "We may have trapped him, but he is still able to hear everything that happens around him. I fear that he may be free soon."

"What of the Elements of Harmony?"

"The bearers will need to strengthen their friendships, Twilight Sparkle included." Celestia levitated a few letters from her saddlebag. "I know you wanted to help out and be responsible. I have some letters that need to be delivered."

Luna took the letters with her mouth, and slipped them into a pocket of her saddlebag. The walk from the Castle Gardens to the post office allowed her to reflect on her recent action. She and Celestia had only ever used the Elements of Harmony three times, and now they had lost their connection with the Alicorn sisters. If the spell on Discord was weakening, that meant that the other two spells were likewise declining. Luna shuddered. She had no desire to face Sombra, or Tirek, a second time.

The Palace Post Exchange was the drop-off and delivery point for all mail to or from the Palace compound. The Royal Guard had couriers to handle military mail, and some contracted pegasi handled the distribution of mail around the rest of the palace, but didn't object to personal pick-ups on occasion. Mailing a letter was simply a matter of making sure that it was properly labeled and postage paid for, then either placing it in a large red metallic box, or presenting it to the clerk on duty. "Good day, fair citizen." Luna exclaimed as she approached the counter. "'Tis our sincere hope that thou wouldst treat this correspondence with care."

"Oh, of course." The clerk replied, as Luna passed him the scrolls. "As we say around here. Neither snow nor rain, nor gl-" He paused, realizing who he was addressing, "llllare of sun, will stay our couriers from completion of their appointed rounds."

Luna smiled. "Wouldst there be any articles addressed to either Celestia or Ourself?"

"Give me a few minutes to check, your Highness." The clerk departed and headed into the sorting room. Luna looked around the room. Embedded in the wall that separated the sorting room from the lobby, was a panel that contained a few dozen small numbered locked doors. While a Post Office box was available for rent to anyone regardless of status or species, they were mainly used by the servants and small businesses. A counter along the opposite wall, held a few chained pens. A stamp dispensing unit next to the entryway provided proof of postage for the different classes of mail.

"Princess?" The clerks' voice snapped her out of reverie. "We were going to deliver this later, but since you're here now..."

"Thank thee, Citizen." Luna said as she sorted through the mail. She quickly separated her magazine subscriptions out, and slipped them into one slot of her saddlebag. She checked the names and labels on the rest, and was about to put them together when she caught the scent from one letter. "What is this?"

"Pardon Princess? Is something wrong?" The clerk peered at her with a worried expression.

Luna held the letter close to his nose. "'Twould seem that some cologne company mistook Celestia for a Prince, and sent samples of their latest product," She waved the letter a bit and smirked. "Dost thou think that this scent is fitting for one of her stature?"

"I didn't think it was unusual," The clerk replied. "She often gets letters with that particular scent."

Luna sniffed the letter. "It is wrong to open another ponys' correspondence, yes?" The clerk nodded. "But we may speculate freely." She placed the letter into a second slot, then the rest of Celestias' mail into a third. "We bid thee well, citizen."

"Right, You take care now, Princess, and be sure that your sister is the one who opens that letter."

"We will make sure that she does so." Luna called back. Once outside, she galloped back to the castle. "Who is this, dear sister? A coltfriend. Of that we are certain." She ignored the quizzical looks from the staff that she passed. "We must find this one, and send him an invitation."

""Aunt Luna?" Luna blinked and started at the pink Alicorn that was exiting from one of the rooms.

"Ah, niece Cadenza-Cadance. Yes, Cadance, that is what you wish to be called." Luna slowed to a trot.

"You were saying something about sending someone an invitation?" Cadance prodded.

"Oh? I was speaking my mind?" She glanced to her saddlebag, then back to Princess Cadance. "Has anypony ever sent you a love letter?"

"Oh, does somepony have a secret admirer?" Cadance grinned, approaching Luna.

Luna took the letter from her saddlebag. "'Tis not I,"

Cadance read the name on the letter after catching a whiff of cologne that emanated from within the envelope. "Aunt Celestia?!"

"Indeed."

"You know what this means." Cadance winked.

Luna grinned. "Yes, 'tis the kind of morsel that those tawdry snobs of the city, can only dream of. Let us away to plot and plan. After I deliver it, of course."

Cadance glanced down the hallway. "Right, see you in a minute."

Luna stepped off the stone walkway, and onto a paved road. "Behold Canterlot, thy Princess of the Night has returned." She declared. After one thousand years, and five months."

"Has it really been five months? It seems like just yesterday I brought you here." Celestia replied as she followed.

Luna sniffed the air, then cantered over to one of the nearby shops. "See? They already welcome us. Our first destination shall be." She read the signboard. "Donut Joe's."

"An excellent choice." Celestia used her magic to open the door, then entered. Luna followed close behind. Inside, the few customers bowed, stopping only when Celestia motioned for them to rise.

"Welcome back Princess." A voice called over from behind the counter."

"Donut Joe, I'd like you to meet my sister." She motioned to Luna, who was peering into one of the display cases.

"See anything you like, your Highness?"

Luna turned to look at Joe. "We wish to sample some of thy wares."

Donut Joe thought for a moment. "Maybe I could spare a doughnut to cut into samples."

"This dark one with the blue icing. Be this rye?"

Donut Joe took the selected item from the display rack. "It's chocolate. Let me cut you a small piece." Using a plastic knife, he carved a thin slice, then placed it on a napkin to serve to Luna.

Luna gave the slice a cautious sniff, before picking it up and placing it in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully then swallowed, before looking to Celestia. "Sister, why is he not employed in the Castle Kitchens?"

Celestia chuckled. "It would be selfish of me to keep this master baker from the rest of Canterlot."

"Aye, you were always the generous one," Luna smirked. she looked to Donut Joe. "We will take this one."

"They're cheaper if you buy them in sets of twelve." Celestia said.

"Then we will take a dozen of this chocolate. But do vary the toppings, Such flavor combinations will be a rousing repast for the royal palate."

"Sure, that'll be ten Bits." Donut Joe said as he levitated out a chocolate doughnut each from eleven other trays, and placed them in a pink cardboard box, along with the blue iced one.