The spell did do one good thing, however. Amorette and Mi Amore were at long last revealed. Galaxite’s spell, which had kept the mother and daughter safe for centuries, finally came to an end. As the wind cut through the otherwise still air, snow was forced to move on and lie somewhere else. It revealed a large black and gold crystal statue in the snow. A figure of a pegasus. Her wings were wrapped around something that she cradled with her hoof, hidden by a cloth around her neck. Her head was bowed and a tear was frozen on her cheek, her eyes closed for more moons than she could count. She appeared to be cowering, frightened by a long gone villain.

With Sombra banished, Galaxite’s spell was releasing. He had intended for somepony to be there to release his wife and foal, but he could not have predicted what had happened to his realm. Nor had he intended for them to be trapped away in limbo for so long, but the darkness Sombra set into the veins of the city interfered. Thus, Amorette and Mi Amore were frozen in time and place.

Years and years passed. The rise and fall of chaos came and went, the bringer of chaos becoming just another piece of art. The rise of the nightmare and her dawn of night, along with the sudden disappearance of the Princess of the Night; until she turned to legend. Until the erosion finally won out over the magic, shattering the crystal and releasing the pair.

Mi Amore began to wail as they fell into the snow, her cries drowned out by the roaring wind. Amorette collapsed in the snow, crying. She laid down and wrapped her wings around the pink pegasus babe, laying her head over Mi Amore. She began to gently sing a lullaby,

“Sunshine, filters through the clouds.
Ladybugs awake and take flight.
Spread out your wings,
Lift your hooves from the ground.
Shake off the sorrow,
Feel the wind all around.
And fly- up into the sky,
Never fear, for I am always here.”

As her dream like voice surrounded Cadenza, the little foal faded into the land of dreams. Amorette took in the world around her. She didn’t know where she was, how much time had passed, or what happened in that time. But, she knew two things. Firstly, she couldn’t sit around and wait. Second, she had to head south if they were to survive.

Slowly, shakily, she rose to her hooves. Flying would have shortened the trip, yes, but she knew it would be better to walk. Her energy was divided. Part of it was going into keeping her walking. The other part, a magic deep within her that she had little control over, was going into keeping her delicate baby alive. Mi Amore Cadenza was so small, so young, she needed her mother’s magical energy to sustain her life.

So, Amorette walked. And walked. She pushed through the cold ice, snow, and wind. Her focus was solely on the bundle she carried. Mi Amore slept for the most part, her body preserving her energy for the trek ahead. When she did cry, her mother did what she could to care for her. She had nothing with her, so there was little she could do to warm her or quiet the wind.

Amorette stayed on a steady path southward. She knew that if she walked long enough, she would escape the cold. Her sole focus throughout it all, was ensuring Mi Amore’s survival. After what felt like an eternity of icy blizzards and dark days, the temperature began to shift upwards. Patches of grass and even flowers began to pop up. Hope began to rise in Amorette’s heart, though her life was waning.

The sun set and began to paint the sky in an array of watercolors, flooding a small pear farm in its golden light. A stallion bucked down shinning green pears from a tree, listening to them fall and thud into the basket. He didn’t quite understand why they never bruised despite the fall, but he figured it had something to do with magic. He was young with a strong build, his coat as green as the pears he bucked. His mane and tail were a short and messy brown, the same brown as his eyes. His cutie mark was half of a pear, showing his special talent of farming pears.

As he carried the buckets up to the barn, he saw his wife walking down the path. The two had been married less than a year, but they felt like they had lived a thousand lifetimes together. She was a petite pony and, to be frank, was a bit of a weakling. Still, the unicorn was an excellent nurse at the local hospital. Her petal pink coat looked vibrant in the sun's rays, an orange mane and tail practically blending into the orange colored horizon. The most shocking thing about her were her eyes, an incredible cyan that grabbed the attention of all she passed. Her cutie mark showcased a red heart with a bandage, truly defining the kind hearted mare.

The earth pony met his wife at the entrance to their home, she nuzzled him lovingly. She saw good things and bad things in her line of work, coming home to him every night made the bad days a little easier on her heart. She followed him into their warm home and the pair were about to head into the kitchen. However, she stopped at the entrance.

“Is something the matter, Cora?” the stallion asked, studying his wife.

“Actually, Pear Slice, there is,” Cora answered, staring down at her hooves worriedly.

“What is it, Cora?”

“Pear, I know we haven’t been married long, but…”

“But?”

“I kind of want to, you know, start a family.”

“You want to start a family?”

“Yes.” Cora’s voice came out in a squeak of worry.

“I was wondering how long it would be before you asked.” Pear chuckled a bit, lifting his wife’s head up by nuzzling her neck. “I want to start a family too.”

“Y-you do?”

Before more could be said, they heard a knock at the door. Cora moved to answer it while Pear went to prepare their dinner. Her horn glowed as she opened the door to find quite the site on her doorstep.

A pink mare, weak and clearly having traveled from the frosty lands less than a day's gallop north, stood shakily. She wore signs of high class and royalty, clear by the crown on her head and jewel on her neck. With her wings, she was supporting a small bundle of fabric. Cora let out a tiny gasp of shock at the sight, seeing the pegasus pleading with her eyes for help and trying to not collapse.

Despite being in the other room and already pulling out pots and pans, Pear Slice heard his wife’s gasp and went to investigate, freezing at the sight before him. Cora’s nurse instincts kicked into gear and her clouded thoughts were cleared.

“Pear, help her to the couch,” Cora ordered; wishing she could have said bed but they had none on the ground floor, and she didn’t want to make the poor mare go all the way up. Once she retrieved her aid bag, she returned to the mare. “My name is Cora, what’s yours?”

She spoke to the mare quietly, calmly, and with much practice. She knew it was best to keep them talking in emergency situations. Cora worked to check her over, desiring to get a full assessment on her health and produce a solution. However, the pegasus pushed her equipment away. Amorette didn’t need a doctor to tell her what she already knew.

“Please, don’t, there’s no hope,” Amorette said weakly.

“There is always hope,” Cora insisted. Pear stood back awkwardly, not knowing how to be useful.

“Not for me, but maybe for this little one.”

“What?”

Amorette pulled back the fabric to reveal a sleeping foal. Cora’s eyes widened in shock, amazed that the babe still lived. Soon, the little foal began to cry as she felt her mother fading from her.

“Shhhh,” Amorette whispered. She began to sing, her voice weak and cracking, but still comforting:
“Sunshine, filters through the clouds.
Ladybugs awake and take flight.
Spread out your wings,
Lift your hooves from the ground.
Shake off the sorrow,
Feel the wind all around.
And fly- up into the sky,
Never fear, for I am always here.”

“I-I don’t-” Cora began.

“Take her,” Amorette insisted. “Her name is Mi Amore Cadenza.”

“I-I-I can help you.”

“No, my life force is nearly gone now. Please, care for her as if she were your own; you are all she has now. Promise me this?”

“I-I… I promise.”

Amorette kissed Mi Amore one final time, a tear slipping onto the foal's mane. As she put her baby girl into the kind strangers welcoming forelegs, she felt the last of her life force fade away. Her last thoughts of her family. The daughter she would never get to see learn to fly, say her first words, make new friends, or get married. A husband whom she loved more than words could ever express, and she’d lost in horrid battle. And the daughter whom she wished she hadn’t left alone with a land to run. And lastly, for the son who fell to darkness.

Author's Note

I literally just noticed that I wrote 'sun' instead of 'son' in the last paragraph. If you notice any horrid typos like that, please let me know.