Aforementioned Disability: A Large Set of Unfinished Stories

Cream ceiling, royal floor, it was as if yesterday that Twilight would bow her head at the very princess that gave her everything. Such memories that would delight from long ago; never had she realized how much easier existence was before everything was put onto her shoulders. She remembered herself without wings, without a care in the world. Now its all so usual, yet so different. Overseeing and keeping Equestria in order was breathtakingly hard, even with her analytically strong brain wasn't enough to quell the chaos that spelled in ponies hearts. Sitting on this same seat she used to admire of grace, perfection, and most of all the power.

The throne room was the same since she was just a little filly first stepping through its corridors. How insane that ponies have lived and died through this old castle, giving their life and servitude to serving and protecting the royalty inside. Her home for much time and many days of being alive. Such time has given a odd aching feeling of one being old in age. Back rickety, bones tired, skin stretchy, all these feelings inside a immortally young body gives a feeling of oddity.

Amid the pondering of a goddess forlorn in her duties, Twilight was awaiting the glistening sun to be levitated up. The duty of interchanging from night to day is a ancient duty that has been done by her predecessor for so long. Twilight could remember seeing her old mentor flying through the night sky to bring the precious sun to where it belonged and was eager to see it in this moment. The Goddess got up and trotted towards the window left of her throne. She stared through the night and saw the raising sun illuminating its head onto the world. Watching and smiling, her sight caught hold of a rather familiar form that gave a nostalgic fever all over her body. Soon, the sun rose from its dreaming womb of space and was enriching everything with its light.