Music Inspired Oneshots: An Equestrian Epic

Inspired by the Song Daylight's End

She was gone.

It was the day after she had been forced to banish Luna to the moon, and currently, she was staring up at the sun which was her charge, the sounds of celebrating ponies making its way up to her balcony as tears fell from her eyes.

But this went unnoticed by them, for none cared that she had banished her sister, instead they had seen it as getting rid of a monster, a creature who had no place in their glorious day.

As she stared at the sun, she thought back to what had caused this, once again trying to find a solution, something that could have stopped this. Her sister had come to her a week earlier, asking her if they could extend the night for a day, thus allowing ponies to see the splendor of her night with awakened minds.

But Celestia had forbade it, for she knew the ponies were still recovering from Discord’s reign, and such a display would cause the populace to panic. Also, she didn’t know what kind of effects that would have on the magic of Equestria. But after her sister had stormed out, she had begun trying to find ways to aqueous to Luna’s request, but unfortunately, she had let that search fall to the wayside to address what she considered more important matters, and by the time she had started looking into the matter again…it had already been too late.

“Why…why couldn’t I just let her have one day?”

As if triggered by her words; suddenly she remembered something, something from long ago…in her past.

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“Momma, why do the stars go away when the sun comes out?”

The mare holding Celestia chuckled, staring up at the sun with her as she spoke. “Well my little Tia, the sun is so bright, it outshines all the other stars in the sky, preventing them from appearing.”

“But I like the stars; can’t we just let the moon stay out all day so we can see them forever?

The mare shook her head, “No my dear, we can’t let that happen, for if we did the world would freeze, and that would mean death for the little ponies who aren’t gifted with our power. However, if you surely wish to see the stars during the day, let me show you a little spell.”

The mare’s horn light up, and as it glowed, the color of the sun changed, going from its usually golden yellow hue to a bright silver light, the sky turning dark as a new night fell, and the stars came out.

“Oh momma this is so pretty, can the sun stay this way forever?”

“No my child, it can’t, for ponies are too used to its brilliant radiance, and would not accept the change willingly. But occasionally, if you want, I can do this for you, for it is quite lovely.”

“Ok momma,” said Celestia, yawning a bit before snuggling up to her and falling asleep.

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“N…no…”

Celestia collapsed upon the balcony in tears, the memory brining her more pain then joy. How…how could she have forgotten about that spell, for as a child, she had often asked her mother to change the sun so that the stars could show, and the night could bleed into the day.

It would have been the perfect spell to allow let Luna’s night be appreciated for a day, and it wouldn’t have caused much panic as long as the ponies saw her doing it. But now that chance was gone, and she would have to pay for that mistake for a thousand years.

“Then they shall pay as well,” snarled Celestia as she got up, her tears of sadness replaced by tears of rage as she gazed at the sun which had cost her so much, and with a grimace she lit up her horn.

Slowly, painstakingly, the sun’s light when from gold to silver, the blue sky fading away as the stars appeared, and down below, everypony stopped mid celebration to gaze up in horror, before panic set in as they began screaming in fear.

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*thud thud* “Celestia,” *thud thud* “Celestia please open up!”

The pony pounding on the door back away a bit as the sound of the doors handle moving reached his ears, the pony watching as the door opened before he and a few other nobles walked into her office, looks of panic etched on their faces.

When the made it inside, they saw that their princess was sitting at her desk, blanketed by shadow and a glass of wine held within her magic.

“Princess, we bring grave news, Nightmare Moon has returned!”

The princess sat there for a long moment, then took a sip of her wine, looking over at the noble before speaking. “I can assure you Compass, Nightmare Moon has not returned, for she is still trapped on the moon.”

“But princess, the moon has appeared in the sky, and the sun has…”

“That is not the moon.”

The nobles made to protest, but then the princess stood up, walking out from behind her desk and getting bathed in the silvery light, causing the nobles to gasp at her appearance.

Her mane and tale, once the colors of a pastel rainbow, now boar varying shades of blue, going from ice blue to dark blue in several stipes of vibrant color. Her magic, once golden like the glow of the sun, now shined silver around her horn, and her eyes had changed from strawberry pink to glacial blue. But it was the change to her cutie mark that frightened them the most, for like her magic, it had become silver as well.

“You…you destroyed the sun!”

“I did not destroy it,” said Celestia simply, “I just cast a spell taught to me long ago, to correct a mistake I made, and hopefully repay a debt owed to my sister.”

“But…but she betrayed you, and she tried to kill us all!”

“Only because she was unappreciated and hated,” said Celestia, a bite to her words as she glared at the nobles. “None of you appreciated the night she crafted, and if that wasn’t enough, you all helped to make me blind to her pain, till it was too late. So I have made a decision, as I suffer without my sister, so to shall you all suffer without the light of my day.”

The nobles stood there in silence for a moment, and then Compass spoke up. “No, the ponies shall not stand for this, they will revolt.”

“They may,” said Celestia coldly, “but it won’t matter either way, for until I see fit…The Dawn shall never rise again.”

And with that, Celestia left the room, leaving out the balcony window and flying off into the night, a night that would see no end.