Once again the two alicorn sisters found themselves in the ruined and darkened bedroom, but now there was a profound change in the once cold and unwelcoming atmosphere. Now, the darkness was cozy and comforting. Looking around, the sisters searched for their beloved uncle. They found him now sitting on the bed smiling warmly, with a weary expression on his face.

"How long has it been, since we have met face to face?" his voice was like a warm wave washing over the two sisters, bathing them in nostalgia.

"Too long, uncle. It has been far too long." replied Luna with tears in her eyes.

"so it has little Moonbeam, so it has..."

A long and awkward pause then settles over the room, for a moment, nothing was said between the two parties. However, this did not last long, and the silence was interrupted by a tentative knock on the bedroom door.

"U-um, Mr. Farren? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Sweetiebelle, come in." with a casual flick of his hand the door swung open, revealing not only the filly in question, but the rest of the ponies that had accompanied her.

"I think apologies are in order for my...unnerving behavior. I have it under control now, but I really do apologize for my condition. My past is not....pleasant, to put it kindly." Farren said as he bowed in apology to his guests as they looked around in worry and apprehension at the state of the room and home of their mysterious host.

"Apology accepted partner, but Ah must ask, whut in tarnation happened in here? It looks like a manticore went tah town on it." Applejack drawled, her eyes darting to each claw mark on the wall in worry.

"Ah, that." Farren said as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, "I am to blame. When I become...distressed, I have a tendency to, 'lash out' as it where."

The ponies then stopped looking around the room and all eyes turned to gaze upon their odd yet mysterious host. With all the attention focused on him, he began to fidget and squirm nervously.

"Who are you?" asked Twilight, "I have read just about every single history book and historical text there is in canterlot library yet I have never heard nor seen any mention of you, or your name in the guard rosters."

Farren looked to the pony who had asked, blinked, and then looked at Twilight with renewed interest sparkling in his eyes.

"My oh my, another alicorn? How long has it been since I've seen another of my little niece's kind?" He mused as he inspected the fledgling princess, "To answer your question, I don't know. As far as my knowledge goes, the Royal Everfree Military was official and documented in the royal archives."

"I can answer that uncle," Celestia interjected, "at the time of the purge of Canterlot, when I had interrogated that horrible Duke Silvermorn, I learned of the dungeons that you had been kept in for months. When I inspected the chamber where you were kept I discovered your blood there and other...gruesome trophies that the Duke had taken from you..." Her face twisted into grimace of pain with each word, "I demanded the Duke to tell me where and what he had done to you, but he refused to reveal anything, all he did was laugh. So, I had to assume that you had been, disposed of before my arrival and subsequent purge."

Celestia pauses for a moment, her eyes staring off into the distance, the pain in her face evident as she relives the past.

"After I had arrested the Duke and gotten rid of his cabal of conspirators, I was in such emotional distress and hurt that I separated myself from the public and let the surviving nobles run the nation in my absence. I had shown my ponies a side of me that made them fear me, and my powers. It tore me apart in the worst way possible, and I was so deep in my despair that I didn't even notice that the nobles had stricken everything before my purge from the historical records in an attempt to cement their power."

"That would explain why I did not find Everfree Castle occupied or even lived in when I returned there as...well, her." Luna replied.

"When I did finally emerge out of my self imposed isolation it was too late, everything before my purge no longer existed in the history books, and the 'purge' was now the 'founding' of the nation of Equestria. The nobles had put themselves above the law and I had become nothing more than a glorified figurehead." with that, Celestia sat back down.

"...so much has changed since I last checked up on Equestria... It is an odd feeling to know that your deeds and your very existence have all but been forgotten." mused Farren, his brow furrowed in serious contemplation of his niece's words.

"'Last you checked?' What do you mean by that?" asked Rainbow Dash, her eyebrow arched in skepticism

"You forget, Rainbow FireFly Dash, Daughter of Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles, that I have been on Equus for a very, very long time. Long enough to have seen Celestia and Luna in diapers...And taken pictures of it."

A collective gasp escapes from three ponies, one out of amazement, the other two out of abject horror.

"Hey, how the heck did you know my full na-"

"Uncle! You wouldn't dare!" said the two horrified sisters in unison.

"Ah, but you see girls; is it not the sacred duty of a father figure to embarrass his daughters?" Farren replied, a roguish grin on his face, "I do believe that I have the photos somewhere in the house...the closet maybe?"

Truly, t'was a rare sight the ponies witnessed that day, as their immortal celestial rulers of the Sun and the Moon, mighty in magic and perfect as the stars, proceeded to break down blushing and whining to their uncle in the same way a teenage filly would to her father if he were to show her foal pictures to a relative or heaven forbid; a soon to be special somepony.

After much embarrassment on the princesses' part, they now all sat in a very cozy and homely living room, a quaint little fireplace crackling merrily along as they all nursed cups of hot coco. Autumn was in full swing, and the evenings were starting to become bitterly cold.

"so," began Farren, "on the subject of old friends, how is Philomena? I haven't seen her since she first got her feathers and I taught her how to fly. Spirited little girl she was. She must be in her adolescence now yes?" he asked, looking to Celestia.

"Yes, she is doing well uncle, although she can be troublesome at times. She's prone to playing pranks on the royal guard and has been quite the little menace to our castle staff."

"Attagirl. Just how I taught her." Farren muttered. Standing up suddenly, he walked over to the nearest window, opening it with a gentle hand.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Asked Luna, her head tilted to the side in confusion.

"I wonder..." murmured Farren, stretching out his arm into the cold autumn air.

Farren then let out a high pitched, warbling whistle. The sound echoed through the forest and reverberated through the air. He then waited, his arm still outstretched and straight. The ponies looked to each other in confusion, wondering what their host was doing. They're questions were answered when an answering whistle broke the silence of the now darkening sky.

Farren's face lit up with a grin, "So she does remember me..."

Through the darkening woods, a flash of bright red and yellow flitted through the trees. Suddenly, perched on Farren's forearm preening her feathers, was a beautiful Solar Phoenix. Bringing his arm back inside, Farren returned to his seat, the phoenix now perched on his shoulder and lovingly preening his wiry black hair.

As he settled back into his chair, Farren looked around at the now speechless and staring audience before him, gazing upon him and his phoenix.

"What?"

"That is not fair uncle, she never comes when I call." Celestia replied with a pout.

Author's Note

*Thunder and lighting*

"ITS ALIVE!" *Maniacal Cackling *

I AM FREE FROM FINALS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Now mind you, its summer...so new chapters might be infrequent. If you want, throw in some suggestions for new characters or perhaps...new villians~
Sorry for the shortish chapter, consistency was never my thing.