Aeterna Solara - The Dawn of a New Equestria

Chapters

The Coronation
The Festival
The Dark Dream
A Hamlet of Woe
To Greener Pastures
Journey Through the Universe
An Ancient Foe, An Eternal Battle
The Journey to Come
The Brave, Young Brighthoof
The Journey Begins

The Coronation

Daybreak took hold in the cliffside castle of Canterlot, its silver and gold spires awakening in the warm light. The gentle roar of the waterfalls as they fled from the mountain now sparkled in the warm air, and the front doors were parted. This was a day like no other, and it was not long before the cobblestone paths and paved streets were thriving with the clamor and excitement of many from every corner of Equestria. The smells of hot food and the sounds of many trumpets and fiddles, in the keep of the royal family's ancestors carved in stone. This great nation had long been under the charge of King Aurelius and his Queen Lucretia, immortal and powerful alicorns with power over the sun and moon. Passed down with each generation, Aurelius could still recall the Solar Empire of his youth, ruled by his father and spanning far beyond the borders of Equestria.

The crowds flocked to the entrance of their castle, still shuttered and peaceful as it were. They were eager to see the royal family's two daughters, Celestia and Luna, and waited impatiently for the gates to be opened. The two daughters had been alive now for eighteen years, and had fully matured. As was tradition, a ceremony was to be held in their honor, crowning them as princesses and bestowing upon them the right to rule over their father's land. No such ceremony had been seen in a millennium, since Aurelius himself had been young. The outside walls beyond their blooming courtyard were alive with gossip, with mares and stallions discussing whether any new legislation would be passed, if such and such princess would be able to handle the pressure, even such mundane things as Luna's newest hairstyle.

Far above the commotion, Celestia watched from the window of her quarters, ablaze with excitement. She had always loved to see new faces and meet people, and could not wait for her parents to open the gates. Her eyes like amethyst gems glistened in the sun, as the gentle morning breeze ruffled her rosen and wavy mane. Her glossy white coat reflected the outside light as she dropped from the window and galloped down the stairs toward the entrance.

"Hey, calm yourself!" A warm and soothing but deep voice echoed from the lobby, stopping Celestia in her tracks. Her father Aurelius stood before her, grinning as if admiring her young innocence. He was surely a sight to behold; his mane and tail were as fire, a bright magic that licked the air and sparked yet left no mark. His yellow eyes glowed brightly, and were filled with nothing but love and kindness. A magnificent crown bearing garnet gems and diamonds glowed bright and rested on his brow, accentuating his large stature and the luminescent gold armor covering his chest and hooves. It would have appeared that the sun itself had come to life.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Father, I'm just so excited! All the new faces, and the new people! Just imagine what they have to say, where they've been!" She trotted into their expansive lobby, sleek with marble and gold trims, and gave her dear father a hug.

"All in good time, my dear daughter," Aurelius said. "The gates will open soon enough! We just need to make some final preparations. Do you like your new chest piece? It's truly fitting for Equestria's new princess."

Celestia looked down at the golden accessory hugging her neck, with its violet diamond gem encrusted over her chest and matching the golden shoes covering her hooves. "It's beautiful! I can't wait to see what my crown will look like. May I have just a peek?"

"You will see it once you are crowned as Princess, my dear. Just enjoy the surprise!" Aurelius smiled and turned toward the stairs. "Now come, let's go check on your sister."

Luna could be found in the washroom of her private quarters, brushing her mane with her magic. She had a somewhat different outlook than her sister regarding the coronation; She looked forward to receiving her crown, but felt more anxious about being presented to the large masses of people. Her anxiety did not stem from insecurity, but rather the fear that they would overstep her in favor of Celestia. She had always been in her sister's shadow, with their subjects being drawn to her outgoing and bubbly personality. She could see her father and Celestia entering her room through her mirror, and she placed the brush back on the counter to greet them.

"Oh, good morning! Do I look alright? I want to ensure that I'm at my best for the ceremony," Luna said.

Luna's azure mane, while not as wavy as her sister's, curved gracefully around her head and neck, with her piercing blue eyes and cobalt coat being complimented by the obsidian chest piece adorning her neck, a gift from her mother and engraved with an image of the moon at its center.

"You look lovely, my sister!" Celestia said, smiling. "I promise no one will notice that bald patch above your ear."

"What?!" Luna's eyes widened, and with a sudden look of fright she whipped her head back to the mirror and frantically began filing through her mane searching for the spot. From behind Celestia could then be heard giggling at her jest. She covered her mouth, and then extended an arm around her sister.

"Gotcha." Luna appeared unamused, and she began to glare into the mirror. Any other time she would've appreciated the light-hearted humor, but it only added to her nerves during her coronation. Aurelius smiled, reminded of his mother's playful nature.

"You look lovely, dear Luna. No bald spots to be seen."

There was then a knock on the door, and upon answering Aurelius was greeted by the captain of the Royal Guard. "Pardon the intrusion, Your Highness, but we are ready to open the gates, and noon is approaching." The guard bowed and then raised his head. "Shall I give the order?"

Aurelius nodded, and the guard took his leave. "So, the time has finally come for my daughters to ascend the throne of our forebears," he said. "I have the utmost confidence in you both." Celestia was beaming, while Luna carried a soft grin. "Come, to the upper balcony."

Down below the guards in the courtyard opened the front gates as ordered, and immediately the town denizens and guests excitedly began to crowd in front of the castle, eagerly awaiting the princesses. With the sun nearing its apex, Aurelius and his daughters emerged from the tower in its highest perch, overlooking the crowds below in the courtyard and gathered in the streets of Canterlot. The sounds of roaring applause and cheering could be heard in every direction. Celestia was practically dancing in place as she smiled brightly at all the people who had come to see her, while Luna whispered quietly to herself to relax and remain poised. Aurelius stood between them, and began to address the crowd with his thunderous royal Canterlot voice, the crowd becoming silent and attentive.

"Stallions and mares of Equestria, fillies and colts, our loyal subjects! Before you stands the future of our great nation - Princess Magna de Celestia and Princess Magna de Luna!" Aurelius at that moment placed their new crowns on their heads. Celestia's tall and curvaceous golden crown shone brightly in the sun, its central gemstone matching her eyes and sparkling in the light. Luna's crown was of obsidian, matching her chest piece, and while much more subtle than her sister's would still cement her role as keeper of Equestria's nightfall as her sister would rule the sunlight. Celestia's first thought was to find a mirror, anxious to see her new crown, but also of her new place as ruler. She was not yet aware of the responsibility being placed on her shoulders, and instead saw the exciting new chance to help her subjects and make them happy. Her sister knew what was coming however, and spent her time thinking of her planned policies to protect her subjects and keep them safe. Aurelius then continued his speech.

"From this moment, spanning the brilliance and blackness of a thousand moons and suns, until the hour of lasting darkness and desolation when the age of Equus crumbles to ashes, from this millennium to the next, Equestria will be guided by the terrible and gentle embrace of my two daughters! From Eastern to Western sky, Dragon Lands to Griffonstone, Frozen North to Mysterious South! May their mercy be just, their hoof ever-reaching and strong, their wings ever soft and soothing! May Galaxia guide them, and may the flame of Magnus give them strength!" Aurelius then raised his hoof to the sky. "AETERNA SOLARA!" The massive crowd, from just below their castle to the far edges of Canterlot, returned his gesture and roared back this ancient phrase, once the salute of the Solar Empire's legions.

The sun reached its final climb to the top of the sky, casting a spotlight onto the tower. The ground began to rumble, startling some but leaving others unphased. A swirling mass of white light began to gather around the castle's highest spire, and then in an instant there was the sound of a thunderclap and the light exploded upward like a powerful beam into the sky, pushing the clouds aside to meet with the sun, culminating in a halo that burst from the sun and spread across all corners of Equestria. This was met with thunderous applause, as this act of magic on Aurelius' part cemented the princesses' place as Equestria's leaders.

Aurelius stepped back, and looked to his eldest daughter, his voice now normal. "My young Celestia, is there anything you would like to say?" The new princess smiled at him, and then stepped forward to address the crowd, taking the chance to practice her own royal Canterlot voice, greatly amplifying her voice so she could be heard at a great distance.

"Fillies and gentlecolts of Equestria, my new lovely subjects! I am greatly honored to have been granted the opportunity to care for and watch over so many wondrous and admirable ponies, and I shall make it my vow to continue the work of so many generations before me and keep every one of you safe, happy, and healthy! You shall every one of you feel the warm love and shelter of my great wings!" She then spread her wings, shedding many feathers in the process, a wave of applause and cheering erupting among the crowds. Luna rolled her eyes and shook her head. Such theatrics. "In order to give us the opportunity to spread out our plans for our new reign, however, we will unfortunately be cancelling today's celebrations."

There was then a still silence in the city. Ponies began whispering to each other, a look of confusion and disappointment on their faces. After a few moments, Celestia grinned warmly and leaned down to the crowd. "Gotcha!" There was another moment of silence, and then there was a burst of laughter and the cheering resumed.

"My sister," Luna said quietly, "this is not the time for jokes. We've just become the guiding hands of Equestria, and we need to make an example."

Celestia chuckled. "And I am! I'm showing them that their new leader loves to laugh and is approachable. Is there an issue with that?"

"Mm, I would not have made such a joke myself, dear daughter," Aurelius remarked. "Not because it creates a bad example though, but because I don't like the thought of disappointing anyone if I don't have to. Was there anything you wanted to say to your new subjects, Luna?"

"I think by this point, Father, they're anxious to begin the celebrations," she said, "but in any case, I'm not cut out for addressing crowds."

Aurelius nodded and approached the edge of the balcony once more. "You'll have to find your courage, my child." He then faced the crowd and amplified his voice. "With nothing further to address, let today's celebration commence!" A cluster of fireworks fired from his horn and lit up the sky, and the ponies below cheered and scattered to whatever activity suited their fancy, be it a morsel from the numerous food stands that had set up shop along the courtyard and the streets, lending an ear to the traveling musicians and their various instruments, or observing the number of performers who had set up stage in a number of places across the city.

The royal family returned indoors, and descended from the tower into their quarters to relax for a short time after their address. Princess Luna had her new responsibility in mind. As the new matriarch of Equestria's night, she foresaw herself taking Lucretia's position of governing her subject's dreams. A skill taught by her mother, she had already mastered the art of traversing to the dream realm and would frequently visit her sister in their slumber to explore new mystical worlds together. The thought of entering the dream realm and visiting her numerous subjects as a nightly duty felt daunting, but if this was indeed to be her fate then she would find a way to manage it.

Princess Celestia had nothing more than the festival outside on her mind, and only intended to free her mind of the responsibilities bestowed upon her, and to rest her legs after standing for as long as she did. Although aware of her new position as matriarch of Equestria's day and Lady of the Sun, she was bothered little by its importance and saw it as a way of meeting new people and making friends. Of course she understood her new duties as protector and ruler, but it never swayed her mind nor dampened her bright spirit. Her father would always be around to guide her, she thought, and she would have plenty of time to grow accustomed to her new position. Feeling rested enough, she descended further to the throne room of their castle, where Aurelius and Lucretia could be found for the last time in their respective seats.

"It feels heavy, does it not?" Aurelius asked Celestia, having spotted her approach.

"The end of an era, the beginning of a new dawn," Lucretia added, appearing contented. Her visage was like spotting an anomaly in one's dream; her hairs were of living shadow piercing a hole in reality. Her appearance was like a distant nebula, glittering with the twinkling night sky interspersed with violet and blue light. Her voice was gentle, yet striking and pronounced, truly fitting for a matriarch of her stature.

"It does, yes.." Celestia said, standing before them. "...But even so, I believe that I can do it. After all, I am your daughter, and I am destined to reign, the lone heiress of our nation. I do not believe that I would have been chosen for this position if I wasn't fit for it."

"That is a great way to see things, my daughter," Aurelius said, looking upon his princess with pride. "You have such optimism within you, inspiring to both your family and anyone within your reach. It's no mystery why our subjects already adore you. I know you will be a great ruler, and we both foresee many wondrous things in your future. There will be hardships, yes, even a great deal of tough decisions, but none everlasting. In the wake of adversity, we have seen a kingdom grow, we have seen our royal lineage bear fruit, we have seen as well the opportunity to pass your knowledge on to a chosen protege and their friends."

Celestia briefly closed her eyes and smiled, lowering her head before looking back up at her parents with a more solemn expression. "And what of this hardship?"

"There is no clarity, no solidity in my vision.." Lucretia replied, standing from her throne and slowly approaching her daughter. "Nothing is certain, all is clouded in abstraction save for one thing: you will be forced to cast away a loved one, to banish their spirit to a millennia of exile. Who or why are beyond my knowledge..."

Celestia then appeared troubled, and looked to the floor. If her new position didn't feel heavy before, it did now. She felt her heart sink just a bit, and hoped with all her being that Lucretia's prediction would not come true, or could be prevented. She had absolutely no desire to rid anyone she loved from the face of the Earth, and this lingering thought took her mind away from the outside festival. Before it could for long, her mother noticed Celestia's downtrodden look, and lifted up her daughter's chin with a warmer and brighter look on her face.

"...But as with all things that have not yet come to pass, the future may be altered if one has the will to do so." The princess managed a slight smile, and Lucretia planted a delicate kiss on her forehead. "I expect you wish to take part in today's festivities?"

"Not without the company of our guard," Aurelius sternly interjected, stepping from his throne as well. "I understand your excitement, Celestia, but you have just been coronated as the new highest leader of Equestria in the view of thousands of ponies. All will be eager to get up close to you, and without the protection of our royal legion you will be overwhelmed."

Celestia, having now been able to set aside the dark premonitions, looked to her father and smiled. "Is that not for me to decide now, Father? I am the new highest leader after all."

Aurelius started to speak, but stopped himself. "If that is your wish." He returned to his throne, and Lucretia returned to hers. Celestia found herself slightly confused by the lack of argument, but shrugged it off and left the throne room for the castle gates.

The Festival

For the first few moments, Celestia was able to step outside into the courtyard in relative peace, a beautiful orchard of rose bushes and cherry trees, accented by flowing streams and stone pathways. It was not long, though, before the ponies noticed her approach, and grew excited - gasping, pointing, and whispering.

"It's the Princess!"

"Princess Celestia!"

"She's come to join us!"

While some minded themselves and bowed politely, others were overrun with excitement and rushed to the Princess, crowding around her. She backed away slightly, as the ponies standing around her began clamoring all at once, all of them asking such things as if Celestia will accompany them, what her sister is like, what she will do as their new ruler, and how she gets her hair to look as it does. Celestia felt unable to answer all of them at once, and began backing away into the castle, returning her admirers with a barely-managed smile and a nervous chortle before running back inside.

As she caught her breath, Aurelius appeared smug. "Is there something wrong, my dear?"

Celestia looked up and met her father's eyes, now knowing full well what he was talking about. For all of the love she gave to every one of her subjects, interacting with them all at once would prove to be too much. "I think I will need the protection of our guard after all," she said.

Aurelius nodded, and motioned for four of his royal guards to take his daughter's side. They formed a straight line side by side before her; their discipline was phenomenal, appearing as impenetrable statues. The four unicorns, adorned with ornate golden armor engraved with the insignias of their nation and armed with bejeweled swords, awaited command. One stepped forward, bearing a helmet adorned with winged designs on either side, crested by a long red brush along his head and neck.

"Celestia, this is Gallius, Captain of the Guard, and these are his men," Aurelius said. "He will follow your every command, and they shall keep you safe."

Gallius briefly lowered his head as he was introduced. Celestia felt weightless for a brief moment and craned her head back slightly. She circled around the guards as if inspecting them, but they never moved or broke their forward gaze. The Princess halted before them once more, and met eye contact with Gallius.

"...Alright then, this is my command to you: you are to keep me safe and secure as I attend the current festivities, and to prevent the other attendees from crowding me. I would like for you and your guards to remain by my side at all times until dismissed."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Gallius bowed once more, and Celestia grinned and turned back to the gates, the guards following closely.

The moment she returned outside, the crowds from before once again saw her, and began to approach her as they did previously. This time, however, they spotted the guards on either side of her, and kept their distance. Celestia still happily waved at them, now being allowed space to breathe, which in turn encouraged the ponies to wave back and bring smiles back to their faces.

With the Princess now able to freely explore the attractions without being crowded, she began to entertain the first thought on her mind: food. She had not eaten since the morning before the coronation, and her stomach roared with hunger. She spotted a pastry stand shaded by trees next to the stream that flowed through the gardens and made her approach, excited at the thought and the smell of their freshly baked treats.

Upon reaching the charming wooden stand, constructed of wood painted green and yellow with many platforms displaying all manner of apple-themed pastries and confections labeled with their respective prices, she found that there was no one tending to it. She sighed, and began to turn away in search of food elsewhere. Before she got far, the sound of galloping hooves could be heard, and a young stallion stopped behind the stand, appearing slightly out of breath.

"Whew, sorry about that! I forgot to verify my vendor's license with the guards here-" It was then that he saw who had taken interest in his stand, and he jumped. "Princess Celestia!" He appeared shocked at first, but as the feeling faded it was replaced with excitement. He had always had a slight crush on the Princess, always captivated by her shimmering fuschia colored mane as it captured the sunlight during her appearances, and her matching eyes, reflecting the heart-warming personality within them. He himself took the appearance of a tough working stallion, strengthened by long days of farm labor. His coat matched Celestia's, and his bright blue eyes complimented his golden mane and tail. His stature was larger than that of other ponies, being just a little bit taller than the Princess herself.

Celestia giggled at the thought of such a big and strong stallion serving pastries, finding it adorable. "Oh, that's perfectly fine! I'm forgetting things myself all the time. This is a lovely stand you have here; you must be quite the baker!"

"Oh, I didn't make these," The stallion said, his face slightly reddening. "That honor goes to the Apple family, back in Ponyville! I just sell their baked goods for them, along with any work they need done on their farm. My name's Silver by the way, Silver Brighthoof."

"It's wonderful to meet you, Silver!" The Princess smiled and extended her hoof for him to shake.

Silver was surprised by the gesture; surely someone of her status wouldn't be seen shaking hooves with a commoner, and would instead expect them to bow to her. He nervously took her hoof and shook, and met her eyes with a smile. "It's an honor to meet you as well, Your Highness," he replied.

"Oh please," The Princess said, laughing softly. "Just call me Celestia." Already enjoying this stallion's company, she felt a need to set aside the formalities of royalty, and wished to instead be more personal with Silver. It was then that she remembered her hunger, and began eyeing his wares. "Those apple fritters look delicious! Might I have one?"

"Sure thing! That'll be two bits."

Celestia used her magic to pull from her coin purse and handed Silver twenty. "Keep the change," she said. The glow of the shimmering coins seemed to reflect his reaction to Celestia's kindness, and he enthusiastically stored away the money.

"Wow, thanks Your Highn- I mean, Celestia!" he exclaimed. "Will I see you again soon? The day's still young, after all."

Celestia was flattered by Silver's enjoyment of her company, and wished to see him again as well. "Certainly! I don't intend to return home until everyone else is gone. I want to see everything there is to see! You are most welcome to join me any time, and I'll let my guards know to give you an exception." She then took a bite of her fritter, flooding her tastes with the warm aroma of sweet apples and cinnamon spice. "Please send my compliments to the Apply family, by the way. Their baking skills are extraordinary!"

Silver wasn't quite used to such a formal manner of speaking, but still reciprocated her joy. "I'm glad you like it! I'm afraid I'm stuck behind this stand for the time being, but if you check back in about an hour or so I'll be able to take a break."

"I look forward to it," Celestia said. She then continued on her way, accompanied by her guards, enjoying her new tasty treat. She spotted a group of folk-style musicians playing upbeat music on a stage across the way, and joined behind the audience to watch, nodding her head to the music. The tune consisted of traditional drums, violins, flutes and acoustic guitars, with their audience clapping to the beat and some dancing in a circle in the center of the crowd. As she became more lost in the sounds coming from the stage, Celestia's nodding turned to clapping, cheerfully closing her eyes. The other members of the audience had not noticed her, their attention directed ahead of them. When the song finished, the musicians onstage triumphantly raised their instruments skyward, and their audience erupted into cheering and applause, with Celestia joining them in their appreciation.

The day continued on thusly, the Princess going here and there within the courtyard and enjoying the attractions proudly displayed from every corner of her country. She had so far chosen to stay within the courtyard, not wanting to travel too far from Silver before his planned break. Soon enough the sun could be seen somewhat lower in the sky, and she excitedly returned to the stallion's food stand, which was now surprisingly empty of any food items, only crumbs left behind. Silver could still be found at the stand, counting the Apple family's earnings and closing up the stand's platforms. He looked up and saw the Princess, elated to see that she did indeed intend to return.

"I sold everything!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms to demonstrate the empty stand. "That never happens!"

Princess Celestia chuckled. "Well, have you ever catered to a coronation ceremony before today?"

"Well, no. I've never been sent to such a large gathering before. I shouldn't be surprised that I've sold out so soon. Good news for us though, because it means I'm free to spend the day with you, until you can't stand me anymore." It was then that he noticed the change in Celestia's appearance - It appeared that she had applied makeup to her eyes, an elaborate sparkling pattern of blended orange and magenta complimenting her features. "Hey, did you go back home and put on makeup while you were gone? Not trying to impress me, are you?" Silver said, a large grin forming on his face.

"Oh, no, I came across a face-painting attraction and asked them to surprise me. I don't think they were expecting a Princess to show up!" She giggled softly. "Do you like it?" She batted her eyelashes and looked into his eyes, causing Silver to feel a jolt in his heart. He began to feel nervous and a bit bashful, looking away and scratching behind his head.

"Um, yeah, it certainly does suit you."

"Glad to hear it," she replied. "Come with me. I want to see the city." She extended her hoof once again, and Silver gladly took it. They began to venture towards the front gate, and Gallius followed closely with his men.

"Um, Celestia? Are they going to be following us the whole time? They kind of kill the mood." Silver looked back to the guards, who did not make eye contact.

"Mood? My my, what do you mean 'mood'?" Celestia said. "This is just a royal tour of the city, and I am your escort."

"Oh..." The stallion sounded disappointed. "I just thought that-"

"Gotcha," Celestia whispered, leaning into his ear. "We can leave them soon enough. The main city is mostly populated by residents who are used to seeing me, and we'll be less likely to be crowded there." Silver at once appeared relieved, and a large smile formed on his face. A feeling of warmth grew within his heart, as if caught ablaze by the sun's radiance.

When they reached the gate, Celestia stopped and turned to face Gallius. "You may take your leave, Gallius. You have done a fine job."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Gallius bowed, and both he and his guards returned to the castle. The two were then free to enter the main city, met with cobblestone streets and shimmering pale buildings inhabited by all manner of ponies chattering and moving in any direction. Above them, banners of many colors spanned across the street. Flags bearing the insignia of Canterlot, Equestria, and its major cities stood on flagstaffs lining each sidewalk. Ponies in the windows could be seen firing confetti into the streets, and just as in the courtyard, many varying attractions and performances had been set up along each road and clearing. Upon spotting the Princess, many of the pedestrians bowed and then waved, and Celestia waved back.

"What would you like to do first, Silver?" Celestia asked.

"Oh, where to begin," Silver said, looking in all directions. "We should probably see if there's a schedule we can look at, to get a better idea of the events going on in town."

"No need," Celestia said, "I already know the schedule, as I was there when they planned the festival. There should be a parade starting down that way, if you'd like to take a quick look?"

"Sure!" Silver said, and they made their way to line up behind the other spectators, many of whom were carrying small flags of Equestria. The parade began with a marching band playing the national anthem of Equestria, followed closely by formations of color guards providing a visual performance to the music with spinning flags and twirling sabres. Confetti floated all through the air from the buildings above, creating the appearance of a flurry.

"I've always adored these parades," Celestia said. "I'm surprised my father and mother aren't here to witness it, as they usually are." She looked around as if searching for them, and spotted them observing the city from above in their castle.

"I've never seen one myself," Silver said. "It sure is something. These guys must've been practicing for years!"

"Indeed! I admire those involved in the performing arts. So many years of dedication, such passion, all for the sake of making our world beautiful and enriching our day-to-day lives, and all without the promise of pay or reward."

"That's actually kind of deep," Silver said. "I know my way around a guitar myself, but I mostly just sing little ditties with it."

"Art is still art, whether large or small, Silver," Celestia said. "Be it a short song with meaning, or a grand display arranged by a coordinated team. In fact, a play titled 'Twilight of the Solar Empire' should be starting soon a few blocks from here at the Canterlot Auditorium. May we go?"

"Hm, never been the biggest fan of ancient history, but I'm sure going with you will make it fun," he said, turning to Celestia and grinning.

"Aw, how sweet of you!" she teased, bumping his shoulder with her hoof. They began to leave the parade, careful to avoid interrupting the performers. "I would take the play with a grain of salt, however," she commented. "My father and mother are the last alive to have witnessed the Solar Empire and all its glory, and only they know what actually happened."

They soon arrived at the entrance to the auditorium, only to find it packed with eager viewers. They approached the ticket counter outside, and Celestia greeted the middle-aged mare behind the window. She immediately gasped and appeared star-struck upon witnessing the Princess before her.

"Dear Lucretia! What are the chances that Princess Celestia herself would come to see a play about her very own family? This is so exciting! I'm Aurora Lights, and it's such an honor to meet you!"

Silver then attempted to cut in. "Yes, well, we'd like two tickets-"

"Oh dear, if I had known you'd be coming I would've paid a lot more attention to my mane!" Celestia smiled politely as the mare continued. "Feeling just a little embarrassed..."

"Yeah, still here-"

"I'm sure you'll love the play. They scoured all of Equestria gathering all of the information they could to make sure their story is accurate."

There was a brief moment of silence, and Celestia softly cleared her throat. "Well, that all sounds lovely, and your mane looks just fine" - Aurora beamed and bobbed her hair - "but we will still need tickets in order to view the play."

"Are you sure, Celestia?" Silver asked. "I thought we could continue listening to the ticket lady talk about how big of a fan she is."

"Oh, stop it," she replied.

"Right, of course!" Aurora then stepped behind her curtain, and after a few moments came back looking disappointed. "Um, I'd hate to tell you this, but it looks like we're sold out..." she said.

"O-oh!" Celestia said. "Well, that's alright I suppose... Thanks anyway, though."

Silver let out a sigh, and they both walked on together. "Well, that was a bust," he said. "Do you have any other ideas?"

"Hmm," she thought. "Do you have a fear of heights?"

"Well, no, but I'm not sure what that has to do with anything-" With that, Celestia spread her wings, wrapped her arms around Silver's torso and took off into the air, carrying his weight with ease. "WHOA!" Silver watched the ground drop quickly below him, but the fear soon passed and he found himself marveling at the view granted by the alicorn's mighty wings. They soared above Canterlot's white gold buildings and circular streets, running rivers and lush greenery, over the massive exterior wall containing the magnificent settlement to the mountainside. A large round white platform with golden rails could be seen hiding below the wall, containing a large pool surrounded by trees. The pool was fed by a waterfall running off from the city, and the pool itself carried two drains running off the water into the landscape miles below.

They landed softly by the pool, and Silver observed his surroundings. "Wow, this place is beautiful... Almost makes it worth being yanked into the air without warning."

"My apologies," Celestia said somewhat nervously. "I just really wanted to show you this place. It's a secret grove my family had built long ago. My mother visits its tranquil waters at night to think." She approached the edge of the platform, observing the distant fields and mountains, seeing Ponyville below. "I come here often... There's a peaceful magic to it, with its soothing waterfalls and grand vistas."

Silver then stood by her side, taking in the view. "I can see why. We can see so far... There's our farm down there." He pointed downward towards Ponyville, and Celestia spotted a large cluster of apple trees by a multi-story house and barn. "Sweet Apple Acres, they call it. As the name suggests, they specialize in apple-based products. Their cider is to die for!"

"After trying the food from your stand, I am thoroughly convinced that there is no greater apple farm in all of Equestria," Celestia said glowingly. "If you say it's true, I should like to taste their cider as well!" They then spent the next few moments staring out at the landscape below them, from the landmarks of Ponyville and the Everfree Forest to the distant Smokey Mountains.

"The view sure is beautiful this day," said Celestia.

"Yeah, beautiful..."

She soon noticed where he had fixed his gaze, and looked back into his eyes. She appeared entranced, and briefly lost awareness of her surroundings, a warm fluttery feeling growing inside of her. The clamor of the festival nearby, the gentle roar of the waterfall, all seemed miles away. She couldn't directly place it, but something about him drew her closer. After a few moments, they both broke eye contact, and both appeared flushed and gave an awkward chuckle.

"Um, ahem, so what's this pool for?" Silver asked, walking towards it. "Are we allowed to swim in it, or is it just for decoration?"

"Only if I allow it," Celestia replied. "As the new ruler after all, this grove and all wonders within are in my possession."

"So... Do you allow it?" he asked.

"Now would not be the best time," she said. "Come nightfall, the moon will shine on the pool just right, and it will seem to glow, singing with my mother's magic."

Silver looked to the sun. "Well, it is in fact getting kind of late. I should be heading back soon. I would love to go for a swim with you, Celestia. That is, if you'll allow me," he said, grinning at her.

She returned his warm smile and came closer, practically under his nose. "I will," she said softly.

"I will need help getting back to the courtyard though." he said as he looked around for a way out. "...I shouldn't have said that."

With a spread of Celestia's wings, the ground once again disappeared below him, and they flew over the walls of the courtyard landing by his food stand. He shook his head as if gathering himself.

"I sure hope I get used to that, because I get the feeling we'll be doing that often!" he said as he hitched himself to his portable stand. "Well, in any case, I'm so glad to have found you, my princess." He once again looked into her eyes, and she looked back up at him as her face flushed once more. "We will most definitely meet again." He placed a hoof under her chin, and then took his leave.

As the festivities died down, the usual idle sounds of Canterlot's streets returned, the sun hanging low in the sky. Celestia ran back inside the castle to tell her father of the wonderful stallion she had met, the farm hand and caterer of her coronation. While not locating her father, she did happen upon Lucretia in their library, studying an old misty tome.

"Evening, Mother! Today was absolutely perfect. I met the most wonderful stallion, selling pastries in the courtyard. We spent the day in town together, and we got along so well! I'm looking for Aurelius to share the news with him. Would you happen to know where he is?"

Lucretia returned her daughter's warm gaze with her own icy blue eyes and a smile. "Well now, I'm glad to hear it!" She chuckled. "He sounds like a lovely new friend, and you're welcome to invite him to visit at any time. Your father went up to his quarters for the night. I don't expect he's doing anything that you might intrude on, so you should feel free to see him. As for myself, I'll be here if you need me."

Celestia smiled and trotted to the staircase. It was not uncommon that her mother would be found in the library; many a day was spent nestled in the comforts of the written word, and her mother took upon herself to collect every text she could acquire. The Princess ascended the steps until she finally reached her father's quarters, atop the highest tower in the city.

She raised her hoof to knock, but before she could the doors were opened with her father's magic. He could be seen on the far side of the room, outside on his balcony. He turned his head around to face Celestia. "Welcome, my daughter. I trust you had an excellent time in the city?" He bore a grin, and then turned back to look outwards, toward the coming storm. Dark clouds, lightning could be seen approaching, laying waste to the lands that harbored them. A cool breeze danced with Aurelius' mane, and only gave in to the gloomy mood that settled. Celestia knew her father well; she could sense that something was troubling him. She made a soft approach, until she was standing next to him, now inviting the outside air to flow with her mane.

"Father? Is there something wrong?"

He did not break his gaze, but took a soft sigh. A strike of thunder boomed in the distance. "Changelings," He answered. "Ever do they seek to break us from within, blacken our hearts for their own poisonous pleasure. A tireless malice, an impenetrable evil lingering in the dark. They are shapeless and formless, as if catching smoke. I wish only for the happiness and joy of every one of my subjects, but how am I to protect them from such a formidable foe?"

Celestia was somewhat taken aback. She had not expected such a heavy thought, but was still understanding. As King, all forms of trouble would entertain his mind, and this common enemy was no exception. Her lacking experience would stop her from a worthwhile answer, but she did her best to empathize. However, she was stopped before she could say anything. Aurelius looked down for a moment and exhaled through his nose while forming a small grin.

"I'm sorry, my child. You shouldn't have to worry just yet about such matters. I'm sure you came here to tell me something, and I'm all ears. What is it you'd like to tell me?" He look down to her with his usual welcoming smile.

"Oh, I just wanted to tell you a bit about this amazing young stallion I had met during the ceremony. His name is Silver Brighthoof, and he was selling the most delightful apple fritters made by the family he works for. I believe he said they were the Apple family. Fitting, I thought! We made conversation, and after seeing how we got along, we went to see the sights in Canterlot until he had to return home."

Aurelius' smile grew brighter. "That sounds wonderful! I'm glad to hear you've made a new friend. Does this mean Luna must no longer worry about you pestering her?" He laughed, and Celestia returned his laugh with a giggle. "Anyway," he said, "Your new friend is most welcome here any time." He placed a hoof on her shoulder, and then returned inside.

Celestia followed, feeling glad that both of her parents were supportive. Although, something lingered in her mind. A feeling, a dwelling desire in the recess of her mind. She did not wish for a friend, yet wished strongly to see this young stallion again. The thought of him alone made her feel excited, a feeling she had not felt before. She had hoped to see him again, but was not sure that he would be back in Canterlot. Only time would tell, she thought.

The Dark Dream

In the far-off deserts of the Equestria's southern reaches, legions of armored unicorns and pegasi were locked in a fierce battle against all manner of worldly beasts, from the dragons and griffons of the sky to the hippogriffs of the seas. The clashing sounds of iron and steel pierced the air. Bolts of light flew in every direction from the unicorns' horns. The air was filled with a cacophony of roars, screeches, and war cries, the ground painted red and marred by slain warriors of every faction.

Accompanying these hundreds locked in combat were great machinations of war, gilded death-bringers consisting of trebuchets hurling the earth skyward and artillery firing large steel arrows at their airborne enemies. Each of these terrible inventions was guided by a squadron of unicorns, intent on severing the hearts and crushing the spirit of all who dared oppose them.

The battalions of unicorns and pegasi were accompanied by a mysterious mare large in stature and dark in appearance, fighting with will and magic rather than metal or wheels.

Aurelius then came into sight, wielding a sword conjured by his fiery magic. He clashed with the ground forces of the hippogriff nation, a flash of light accompanying every strike and parry. These fighters proved no match for him, as he drove his blade through the hearts of their brethren. They grew demoralized as they saw the look of rage in his eyes, and fled his presence rather than fight.

The pegasi of the air with their longbows and the assistance of the ground artillery managed to dispatch the remaining dragons and griffons in sight, and the last companies of hippogriffs gave in to defeat and retreated. The zebras of the far western lands held firm, preferring death over defeat. As Aurelius and his legions continued their struggle, there was then a sound emanating from the west, away from their war machines.

A distant thundering, growing ever louder.

On the horizon, a cavalry of manticores charged forth, tamed by the western zebras. Some of them still in the battlefield looked to the east and cheered, as Aurelius' own cavalries took formation in front and readied their spears.

Sensing that this would not stop the rampaging beasts, he took a galloping start and leaped over his cavalry, and with a flash of his horn unleashed a devastating firestorm on the charging manticores and their keepers. Many of them turned back and fled to avoid the wall of destruction tearing its way towards them, while others were less fortunate and succumbed to the scorching blaze.

Soon after this small victory, a flight of dragons made their approach from the south. The captains of the artillery took notice, and adjusted their trajectory. As they grew close, the lead dragon's chest glowed as it prepared to rain fire onto the battlefield. An arrow launched into the air, but missed its mark. The dragon began raining hellfire onto their war machines, burning them to ash and setting its occupants alight.

Just as the equines lost their heavier weaponry, a warm light rose in the east and descended upon the ravaged valley, flooding their vision with its glory. A pair of luminescent wings emerged, and the angelic form landed in the center of the battlefield. It appeared as a large winged alicorn made of pure light, and before anyone could react, powerful shockwaves of magic burst from his horn. The waves of light pulsated and hummed, blinding the enemy forces and repelling the dragons and griffons in the air. They could not penetrate this new force field, and fled. Only the zebras remained, shaken but still steadfast.

The blinding light surrounding the alicorn faded, revealing a shimmering white countenance shining in silver and gold studded with blue sapphire jewels. His wings were tipped in red flame, and his mane was white fire; in his brilliance, no evil thing could stand. No doubt remained that this was Magnus, ruler of the Solar Empire. Only a handful of zebras remained, with no other enemy forces in sight. Victory was near, and the legions prepared to declare the battle as such. As they were about to place their flag and cheer, they were suddenly stopped.

The air was suddenly filled with Magnus' screams of agonizing grief, as he cast aside his crown and armor and ran across the battlefield towards a motionless figure covered in blood. Every standing soldier observed silently; as Aurelius threw down his final enemy he looked toward the noise, his sword dissipating. Recognizing the figure, his heart sank and his mouth fell agape, a look of shock in his eyes.

Heavy clouds formed as Magnus cradled the violet mare in his arms, letting out tearful wails into the sky. Both dried and fresh blood soaked into her fur from a spear driven through her chest, her own bloodied crown lying on the ground beside her as the rain fell. Magnus buried his face in Galaxia's neck and cried in anguish. His soldiers gathered around him and drove their weapons into the ground, the unicorns lighting a vigil with their horns. Aurelius observed from where he stood, his face a deathly white, unable to stand seeing his mother as she was. As with an arrow piercing his own heart, a tear welled from his eye and traveled across his cheek, pattering the dry earth below.

Celestia jumped awake, tears shedding from her eyes, the images of battle and loss still reeling in her mind. She looked out the window to the night sky, the moon shining brightly and dimly illuminating her bedroom. She sighed and rubbed her eyes before getting out of bed and turning on a lamp. There was no questioning her vision - she had seen a memory of the Solar Empire, and her grandfather's greatest tragedy. The real question was why, and if one of them was attempting to contact her in spirit.

If anyone could answer that question, it was her mother and her mystical wisdom. Abandoning her typical regalia, she donned her violet night gown and stepped out onto her balcony. The cool night air flowed through her mane and danced with her silken cloth as she spread her wings and took flight, headed for the secret grove she had visited the day prior.

Now in the counsel of Lucretia, the magnificent and gleaming mare in her sparkling translucent gown stood in the center of the pool. She had appeared to be studying its depths, as if divining the world's forgotten knowledge. Her wings fluttered in the cool breeze as she lifted her head, her dark mane appearing as ink spilled into the moonlit waters. "I know why you're here..." she said softly, turning to face Celestia. "I see what you have seen, for Lady Galaxia is also in my mind."

"Lady Galaxia... what happened to her?" Celestia asked.

Lucretia narrowed her focus, looking intently into Celestia's eyes. "She still lives... But she does not live. Your visions made clear her fate, no longer bound to flesh and bone, and no longer bound to our world."

"So even after her passing, her spirit endured?"

"Galaxia has returned to the land of the immortals, where the spirits who created this realm reside. Every immortal alicorn shall return home, whether by the sword or by the passage of time. Our place in this world will eventually come to an end."

"Why has my father not told me of this?"

Lucretia looked to the ground and sighed, then back up at Celestia. "The feeling burdens his heart, even to this day. He felt closest to her throughout his life, being his mentor and guide, and closest friend."

The harrowing images of fire and death still lingered at the back of Celestia's mind. A chill edged the back of her spine as the bloodied warriors and dragonfire haunted her memory. "Such violence, so much death... What could cause our children and our forebears to draw swords with such reckless abandon?"

"Such is the nature of war, my child," Lucretia said. "As one's power wanes, another's power grows. When one is drawn to the brink by a dying kingdom, an opportunity will present itself to destroy it and set oneself free. Blood will be shed in the name of all forms of change, be it destruction or progress, fell deeds or banishment of evil. So it always was, so it shall ever be. As Equestria's ruler, you will be made to suffer the horrors of war firsthand, as all manner of darkness and devilry finds its way to our subjects."

Celestia shook her head at the ground, eyes shut. Her heart wished desperately for peace, but her mind knew that would never be a reality. She struggled to picture herself leading her people to war, letting out a quivering sigh as a tear rolled across her cheek. Taking a breath, she regained her composure. "I never took much thought to the burden now placed on my shoulders... As it comes, I shall bring the dawn, whether a red sun rises or an age of peace is at hand."

Lucretia grinned. "You have such strength and courage in you, Celestia. Remember always, however, that the thought of war bears no resemblance to experiencing its terrors for oneself."

Celestia gave a soft nod, as another thought crept into her mind. Attempting to shake away these heavy feelings, she stepped forward to the edge of the pool. "You bear the gift of foresight. What have you seen of Silver Brighthoof and myself? I must know."

Lucretia smiled for a moment. "I sense that your father will have need of you soon. The sun shall rise in the east by his hoof, and shall set in the west with your guidance."

Celestia felt her face grow cold as all of her weight dropped to her feet. "You don't mean..."

"You were destined for this duty, my dear Celestia. Fear not, for you shall succeed." Lucretia looked to her own moon, and began to step out of the pool. "If it offers any help, as I raise and lower the moon through its many cycles, I imagine myself leading a silver chariot across the stars, the moon a bright mare by my side and two brilliant pale stallions pulling us through the heavens. A dark and dire wolf chases closely behind, threatening to devour the moon if not for my aid, as I guide her to safety. A whirling wheel, ever waxing and waning, through the cosmos her journey shall take her."

Celestia looked to the moon as well, admiring its pale beauty. Her insecurity gave way to a new smile, and she nuzzled under Lucretia's chin. "Thank you, mother." She then took flight, and returned to the castle to locate her father's quarters.

Aurelius was found in the outside balcony of his room, sitting and looking to the moon. He sung a soft song in a forgotten ancient tongue, sorrowful yet serene. Celestia heard the song, captivated enough by its beauty to quiet her approach so as not to disturb him. She could not discern the words of his eulogy, but felt as though she still understood it. Aurelius took notice of her presence, and ended the song.

"A beautiful song, Father, and yet so sad. What is it?" Celestia asked.

"Oh, it is an old song of the Empire, one shared with us as children. It loses much of its sentiment in the modern tongue, but it goes thusly," said Aurelius:

The light of our dreams,
Gone far away, far away
Far from our shores,
Yet near in our hearts

Rent by sorrow are we,
Our lives astray, gone astray
Taken by the blade,
And pierced by cruelty

The stars they will cry,
They cannot believe, cannot believe
To distant lands unknown,
To undying meadows

Be with us in spirit,
As for you we grieve, we grieve
Look upon us with love,
For we have loved you so.

Celestia looked to her father with misty eyes, imagining the voices of many clad in black veils. A heartbroken people, honoring the loss of a great heroine. "It sounds so sad, Father, almost as if in mourning. Do you know what it was originally about?"

Aurelius paused. "No... I'm afraid not." He turned his attention back to the sky, and watched as the moon began to glow with a wispy magic and lower into the horizon. "In any case, I do believe it is time you learned how to bring forth the dawn. Do you feel ready?"

Celestia approached his side. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Yes, I am ready."

"Celestial magic requires great skill and focus; do not be discouraged if you cannot grasp the sun at first. Center its light in your mind, feel its energy. Envelop yourself in its rays, imagine yourself holding it in your embrace. Its heat passing in and out of your body, warming your soul and lighting your heart."

Celestia closed her eyes and focused. Her horn lit up with her own magic, and she tightened her features as she began to struggle. In her mind's eye she rode upon a golden chariot led by a white pegasus in gilded dress. Her hoof outstretched to the heavens, a stallion of brilliant and blinding radiance in the distance. She beckoned to him to take her company and ride through the sky, but he would not move, nor take heed of her request. He grew ever more distant, and her chariot became engulfed in the jaws of the ravenous black wolf behind.

Her eyes opened, back on the balcony with her father. She took a moment to catch her breath, and saw that the sun had not moved from its perch. She sighed, disappointed, and looked to the floor in a sullen defeat. Aurelius smiled and placed a hoof on her shoulder.

"Don't feel sad, my child. As I said, you will likely be unable to take hold at first. You made a valiant effort today, better than I in fact when I tried it as a colt. We will try it again at first light tomorrow." Aurelius then lighted his own horn, and sunrise began.

Celestia left his quarters, anxious to dance with the sun once more the next day. She made way back to her own room, having never washed up after waking and wishing to change into her daytime regalia. On her way back, through their castle's vast windowed halls overlooking the sunrise, she spotted her sister Luna heading to their dining area. Luna then spotted her, and grew a smile.

"Good morning, my sister!" Luna said. "Are you feeling well? I saw your dream last night while visiting the dream realm... Very troubling, very dark."

"I am well, thank you," Celestia said. "I consulted with Mother about the dream. I had witnessed the death of Lady Galaxia, the final throes of the Empire, the tragedy that befell Aurelius and dethroned Lord Magnus as Emperor. The pain of war, now made ours as new leaders and commanders of an old kingdom. I still today don't feel ready for such harrowing deeds, but I will remain steadfast."

Luna widened her gaze and mouthed words of concern. "Are you sure...? I mean, Father never told us that our grandmother was slain in battle, but I guess it would make sense." She came closer to Celestia, meeting eye to eye. "In any case, heed not the cries of battle," she said. "When the time comes, we will be ready, and we will do as we must. If we reach victory, we shall hail the glorious dead and continue our reign. If our time comes, then it is our time, and we will be with our forebears in brighter pastures."

Celestia smiled. "That is a very touching sentiment, dear sister," she said. "You're right. Very right. More right than usual, I would say."

Luna squinted at the remark, and Celestia gave a brief chuckle. "Breakfast is almost ready," Luna said, stepping away back toward the dining area, "and your list of duties for today is being prepared. Will you be joining us?"

Celestia started for her room, but looked back to the hall. Duties? Oh dear, she thought. A mild feeling of hunger took hold, and she decided to forego changing in favor of a meal. She followed Luna into the dining area, the smell of hot food wafting through the air.

A Hamlet of Woe

Upon entering, she spotted Luna at her usual seat by the long and ornate dining table in the center of the room, by the side of their parents' seats at the end. The long table spanned either end of the dining area, with many more seats reserved for the castle's hired servants. One door leading to an outdoor courtyard, another leading to a currently busy kitchen. A bright and intricate gold chandelier hung above, and many purple banners spread across the hall's tall stained-glass windows.

Celestia took her place across from Luna, eagerly awaiting her meal. The kitchen door then opened, and a mare stepped out with a cart full of freshly made pancakes and biscuits. The sisters received their plates and meals were also placed before the seats for Aurelius and Lucretia, just as they arrived for breakfast.

"Good morning!" Luna said, looking up at her parents. The cook then placed dollops of butter on their pancakes, humming to herself and placing a small pitcher of syrup in between them.

"Why thank you, dear," Celestia said graciously to the cook, taking the pitcher with her magic. "I wonder though, would it brighten our morning further if our pancakes smiled back at us, perhaps with fruit?"

The cook giggled, sighing wistfully. "There's the filly I remember," she said. "I'm reminded of how excited your were for each sunrise, finding out what face I would make next!" The cook beamed with nostalgia, and started back to the kitchen with her cart. "I would be glad to do it again if you'd like, Your Highness."

"Are you not a little old for that, Celestia?" Aurelius asked, a tender look in his wisened eyes, like two suns illuminating the blackness of space.

"One is never too old to embrace their inner child, dear Father," Celestia said, cutting into her pancakes. The remaining empty seats began to fill as their servants arrived, and their cook emerged once more to feed them.

"Were it not for the beauty of our youth, the world would indeed be a gray and lifeless void," Lucretia said, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief. "As our bodies grow withered and old, our soul remains. You needn't feel shameful, Celestia."

"Indeed," Luna said. "But it will remain all too tempting to forego the world's demands in favor of illusions. Warm your heart with the comforts of an early home, and may it remain soft and content; but brace it as well for the cold contempt of adulthood."

While they spoke amongst themselves, a member of their council entered the dining hall. His garb was decorative, bearing a tie of silky red cloth over his shoulders. A gold brooch fastened together his garments, etched with the seal of Equestria and matching his aureate shoes. He carried with him a velvet cushioning of purple and blue, upon which lay a rolled parchment sealed in wax. "Your duties for today, Your Highness."

Celestia blinked, having before been accustomed to her parents receiving such presentation. "O-oh! Thank you," she said, politely taking the parchment. The councillor bowed his head and left, and Celestia peeled away the wax to reveal the contents within. "So, what am I to do for the day..."

The list was inked in flowing calligraphy, and detailed scheduled appearances in Canterlot and nearby cities. A diplomatic debate between two dignitaries of Manehattan, and most worryingly, reports of Changelings sighted in the town of Coltlumbia by Horseshoe Bay.

This final entry was given no more attention than the other items listed by its writer, but to Celestia it was the only duty written, resonating in the recesses of her mind. "Changelings... Ever present in all forms it seems. Alas, that my first day as ruler shall be darkened by their presence!"

"Was I not correct in what I said the night prior?" Aurelius asked, standing up to approach Celestia. "As with many reported sightings of the world's varying ills, however, it is quite a possibility that this report will lead to a dead end."

Celestia rose from her chair and ventured to the nearby window, bringing into view a courtyard of stone livened by oak trees and rose bushes amid the flowing lawns bowing to the wind, with a decorative fountain as the centerpiece. A hummingbird flitted into view, tapping at the glass before making its perch on the fountain.

"The dark threat of the Changelings had long been a dim warning in my heart," Celestia lamented. "Like a wolf howling in the remote wilderness, cold but far away from the comfort of my fire. These are evil days indeed if we are to be plagued by such troubles."

"Harrowing news," Aurelius said. "I pray to our creators that it turns up nothing. One Changeling is no challenge, but sighting their corruption is like sighting an ant; there will always be many more following behind."

"Their minds are individual and yet all collected," Luna piped in, leaving her place at the table as well. "In my ventures to the dream realm, I have attempted to encroach upon their visions. While stunningly similar to the dreams of any pony, they were marred by the blackness of a depraved mind. Make no mistake; if one has seen you, they have all seen you. Take great care, my sister, if you have a chance meeting with a Changeling."

"The needs of this place are grave," Celestia said. "I cannot in any conscience attend to matters of appearance as they lie in worry." Celestia then turned and met her parents. "Forgive my urgency, but I must make for Coltlumbia at once. Father, might I ask you to take hold of the throne for yet one more day in my absence?"

Aurelius came forth and took Celestia into his embrace, hoping to brighten her spirits with a warm hug. "My dear daughter, my dear Celestia... How came you from young carefree filly to responsible leader in so little time?"

"Oh, Father," Celestia replied, returning the gesture with a smile. "At what moment did I end my carefree ways? I do feel, however, that this will harm my chances of visiting Silver today, as I had intended."

"Worry not, my child; you will have an opportunity to see your friend soon enough," Aurelius said, releasing Celestia from his tender hold and placing his hooves on either shoulder. A warm fire lit within her, for all within his sight were made safe and secure. "Just be on your guard for the time being; I need not lose my little sunshine."

"My sister will be fine, Father," Luna said, joining Aurelius' side. "I have seen her inner conceptions and her outward strength, just as you have."

"Thank you, Luna," Celestia said, taking her also into her soft grasp. "I may give you a hard time here and there, but know that you always have my love."

"And mine as well, dear sister!" Luna said, beaming. "I should like to take your side on this venture, but my newfound duties make for wakeful nights and daylight fantasy. Breakfast shall become dinner, dinner becomes breakfast. White to black, black to white. Have a good day, Mother and Father. May your journey be safe and uneventful, dear sister!" Luna yawned and left the dining area.

The sun higher in the sky, Celestia made a soft landing upon the grassy hills beside Horseshoe Bay, now dressed in her golden regalia. A number of loose feathers graced the air around her wings as they tucked by her side, and she observed the lapping shores of the sea down below. They seemed to be escaping the hazy skyline of Baltimare in the distance, its ramparts and masonry obscuring all but the mightiest of its castles and columns.

Celestia scanned her surroundings, and found no fell creatures but instead sighted patches of wildflowers and heard the idle symphony of birds in the trees. A bumblebee then landed on her nose; after grinning softly she shook her head and it continued its journey to the nearest flower.

She spotted a modest village opposite of Baltimare's direction, down by the coast of Horseshoe Bay; unwalled, a loose scattering of homes with a great town hall near the far edge. Many signs of life could be seen from her stance, such as the subtle plumes of smoke from their chimneys and the boats tied to the harbor.

She soon arrived at the edge of the city, and the ponies who took notice immediately gasped. They cleared the way for her as she ventured to the town hall, whispering to each other in between strange looks.

The salty sea air floated in the warm breeze as she continued her way past the shuttered houses. The odd glares and hushed gossip made her feel almost alien; until now she had always been met with adoration and joy. She formed a timid smile and waved, but received no reciprocation.

A lone stallion spotted Celestia and beckoned to her from behind a nearby house, serving as her first sign of welcome in this barren town. She sighed of relief and approached him eagerly.

"Good day, sir!" she exclaimed. "I'm so delighted to finally see a friendly face in this town. Would you perhaps know what's going on? The courtesy of this place is somewhat lessened in comparison to my usual reception."

"Not here," the blue stallion whispered. "Follow me." He led her to a quaint, single-story, half-timbered house near the edge of town. Its lawn was secured by a wooden gate and stone masonry, a small but well-tended garden by the front door. The interior was well-lived, the usual clutter to be found in a house made home. Smoldering ashes in the fireplace, the morning's breakfast plate on the dining table, the smell of toast and coffee still lingering in the air. A loose assortment of parchment could be seen by an ink well on a desk by the window.

"My name is Comet Mustang; I was the one who sent the message about the Changelings," he explained. "I had seen one of the beasts not five days past, as I collected firewood for the night. I'll never forget its eyes; their bright green glow and their soulless predatory stare. I haven't slept well since I saw it, knowing it's still out there. I ran as soon as I saw it, but it didn't follow."

Celestia nodded in acknowledgment, taking in every bit of his retelling. "Worry not, dear, for you are safe with me. And what of the inhospitable villagers?"

"They never leave the sanctuary of this town, not even to visit Baltimare," Comet said. "They have heard some very bad news about you as of late, propagated by our mayor, Maverick. Terrible things, rumors that you had intended to separate the earth ponies, unicorns and pegasi from each other. Claims that you are incapable of fulfilling your duties and that your family have more talk than show. All nonsense, I know; I'm the only one who really leaves town to see the world."

Celestia gasped and flushed, and her stomach knotted at the sound of such nauseating claims. "I-What? No! I would never! The very idea of- I am more than capable of-"

"I know, Your Highness," Comet said. "But that's not the worst of it. After seeing that Changeling, I suspect that there are more in town, disguised as ponies. I would definitely consider it worth looking into. Changelings feed on love, and none are more loving than ponies."

Celestia took a slow breath to try and relax her nerves, feeling the slight rush of adrenaline from her defamation alongside the seemingly imminent Changeling attack. "Thank you, Comet," she said. "I will find these phantom Changelings, and I will put a stop to your mayor's lies." As she started to exit the home, she turned her head around to see the decor and fixings. "You have a lovely home."

She returned back outdoors and resumed her walk to the town hall. As she approached its large double doors, she saw that some of the villagers had gathered behind her. She turned to face them, her look of concern met with bitter resentment. "Is there something I could help all of you with?"

"One of my best friends is pegasus, I hope you know that," a mare said.

"Why do you care if your subjects have horns, wings, or neither?"

"Exactly what year do you think it is? Are you trying to make the windigos come back?"

Celestia made an exasperated sigh. "I know not who told your mayor such lies, but I have absolutely no intention of separating my subjects," she said.

"Yeah? Then how do you explain this?" another pony asked, presenting the town newspaper. The headline read 'Newly Crowned Princess Celestia Seeks Separation Of Her New Kingdom,' complimented by a tintype of Celestia from her coronation.

"You would sooner believe what this says about me over what I say?" She handed the newspaper back. "I shall speak with your mayor shortly about both this matter and another more pressing issue. If any of you have received word of unnatural beasts in the area, please let me know now. If not, you may take your leave."

The gathering remained silent aside from scant grumbling, and they dispersed. Celestia sighed through her nose, and spread apart the doors of the town hall.

Inside could be seen an expansive warmly lit chamber supported by wooden pillars, with latticed windows lining either side of its half-timbered frame. Two long wooden tables stretched across the side walls, and a fire pit glowing with ashen coals lie in the center leading to a chimney above. A stallion could be seen lazily seated in a large elaborately detailed chair in the center of the back wall, decorated with knotwork patterns and red velveteen upholstery - this was surely Maverick. The stallion was furbished with a dark blazer and white collared undershirt, a red ascot extruding from around his neck. His mane was auburn and well-kept, his coat like sandstone. His emerald eyes glimmered with hubris as he took notice of Celestia's approach. He was accompanied by six other ponies, likely councilors, all dressed in similar cloth.

Celestia was greeted by more hushed whispers and stone-faced glares; an advisor could be seen murmuring in the mayor's ear, who then nodded in acknowledgement and straightened his posture in his elaborate chair.

"Princess Celestia," Maverick said. "Tell me, what reason do I have to welcome the fool's heiress into my halls?"

Celestia blinked and raised her eyebrows, stumped into momentary silence by the blatant cruelty. "Well... Word has reached my ears of Changelings spotted by your villagers, and I sought to investigate this worrisome bit of news. With your blessing I wish to look further, lest it be a sign of attack."

Maverick glowered and jumped down from his seat to face Celestia, a look of sharpened daggers piercing into her soul. "Death and terror, wrath and ruin! Once more the House of Magnus, in all of its dotage, moves to beguile their naive populace," said Maverick, circling Celestia. "I sensed your vile desires the moment you made your presence known. You would proclaim to extend your hoof as a shield against some imagined menace, however I would suspect a more self-serving motive. You wish to sway the masses in your favor" - Celestia huffed in wide-eyed offense, mouth agape - "to supplant the freedom of our people... As if to delay the death rattle of your crumbling castles, and remain relevant in an age where the impotent sons of a weak legacy are no longer admired."

Celestia began to speak, but stopped. She could not believe what she was hearing - such poison seeping from the venomous mouth of a single arrogant stallion. Her look of shock shifted to that of scorn, and she stared down into Maverick's eyes. "How dare you!?"

In an instant he pressed his nose against hers with a look of intense hostility. "How dare you!?" Celestia in that moment caught a peculiar flash in Maverick's eyes - subtle, but suspicious. "I have too long suffered this new world of ruins left in the wake of your deceit, and I tell you now, I will not bow to the bright lord's dimwitted damsel!"

Fueled by impulse, and clouded by rage, Celestia struck the stallion across his face, and he yelped in pain. She felt momentary remorse, but then saw his eyes: bright green, glowing, pupils like that of a serpent's.

Her face fell frigid, and every breath was stolen from her. Before her stood the darkness of her childhood nightmares, and her heart raced with primal terror. She attempted to form words, even consonants, but could not speak. Terrible fangs extended from its mouth, and it sneered at her as if spitefully relishing her fear.

Before Celestia could react further, the clamor of screams and cries could then be heard outside. Growls and hisses, booms and crashes, a chaotic symphony. She looked back at the Changeling, then unveiling its true form; an insectoid creature with the gait of an equine, yet covered with many armored black plates and leering with brightly glowing green eyes, resembling those of a snake. Upon its carapace bore a pair of transparent wings, its legs riddled with holes as if bored by termites. The creature slowly made its advance as Celestia backed away, slithering its forked tongue and growling with its bright narrow eyes focused on her.

"Go ahead, softling," the creature hissed. "Lay waste to my hive, as I have laid waste to yours. Your world will burn, your love shall be mine, your despair shall be yours to hold sacred. Before the Changeling Empire, there lies only horror and desolation!"

Celestia backed into the doors to the hall, and she looked beyond to see that the council members and advisor had been Changelings the whole time as well. She cringed and cried in fear, and a percussive force expelled from her horn, launching the foul creatures across the hall. Celestia panted and took advantage of this moment of respite to run outside, slamming the doors shut behind her.

Her eyes then beheld a scene of tragedy; Coltlumbia had been plighted by an onslaught of Changelings. Its inhabitants fled in all directions, their cries echoing into the sea. The pestilence in all of its contempt made their hissing war cries as they made prey of the poor ponies. Many were enraptured by their unhallowed spells; a pale green aura stealing away the life within them and leaving behind catatonic shells. Many still fell victim to the creatures' fangs, spilling their blood upon once peaceful homes and roads. Their sanctuaries were violated by the beasts, who were content in smashing their doors and windows to invade and attack.

Celestia watched in utter horror as the destruction ensued, her eyes wet with tears. Desperate cries for help filled the air, and in all her anguish Celestia tightened her face and wept. She was not ready for this, so soon and without the aid of her family.

Breathing heavily, she made her best effort to calm herself, as every second left more of her subjects deceased and they were calling for her salvation. Celestia concluded that her best move would be to collect all surviving villagers and deliver them to Baltimare's refuge, where the city's guard could help with ridding Coltlumbia of the Changelings.

One of the fell beasts then took notice of Celestia and charged at her with a hissing roar. Celestia looked into the Changeling's eyes, devoid of all compassion or empathy, and despite her nagging fear and urge to run held firm. She envisioned herself splintering the creature into fragments and scattering it into the wind, and another burst of yellow light fired from her horn directly in the Changeling's path. When the light dissipated, all that remained of the monstrosity were scattered debris. Emboldened by this move, Celestia felt a new courage and used this destructive magic on many more nearby creatures, as well as the Changelings who busted through the town hall's doors.

Now knowing how to fight these fiends, Celestia set off to rescue the inhabitants of Coltlumbia, slaying all evil in her path. In her search for survivors, she heard the sound of a mare's cries for help from inside of their home. Sprinting through the felled doorway, she spotted the pony caught by a Changeling's dark spell. She obliterated the creature with her magic, and the mare collapsed to the floor, unmoving but eyes wide open. The mare's face was contorted to an expression of terror. Celestia nudged the mare, but got no response. After pressing her ear against the mare's chest she neither felt nor heard a heartbeat, and noticed no sign of breathing.

"I'm so sorry... I came too late. Be at peace," she whispered, and closed the mare's eyes and mouth. Celestia kissed her forehead, and then returned outside to continue her search for any surviving villagers. She eventually amassed a small grouping of ponies and escorted them away from the devastation, banishing any Changelings who tried to stop them. They made their way to the top of a hill a few hundred feet from the town, clouds forming above as if trying to hide the calamity from the sun's gaze. The survivors wept and hugged each other in woe.

"We're so sorry for doubting you, Your Highness," a mare among them said, "We'll never forget your heroism today."

"You must make for the city of Baltimare," Celestia said. "Tell them of the attack, let their guards know that Princess Celestia sends for help."

Celestia then felt something grasping her leg, and looked down to see a teary-eyed young filly hugging her. She sat down and wrapped her fair and delicate wing around the young pony, but then her attention was captured by the distant sound of screams echoing from the burning village. She stood, and the filly returned to her parents.

"Quickly!" she said to them. They nodded, also hearing the sounds, and took off in the direction of Baltimare.

Celestia returned to Coltlumbia and sought the source of the screaming, but amid the ruin and bloodshed she could find no life, no warmth. Only the Changelings remained, who snarled and lunged at her like droves of starving wolves. Jumping out of the way of their assault, she once more resisted them with her magic, taking off into the air and assailing them with bright bolts.

They spread their crystalline wings along with her and returned fire with their own jade magic. Celestia managed to pick off many of them, but they continued coming, an aerial skirmish with seemingly no end. She swooped and rolled through the air to out-maneuver their attacks, but soon began to tire. Her wings grew sore, her lungs breathed fire, her mind growing numb. She landed on the roof of the town hall, struggling to keep her footing, as the Changelings made their hungry advance.

Out of breath, her sides stinging, her fur matted with grime, she tried her best to continue repelling the waves of admonition and malice. Celestia panted heavily and moaned, as the swarm of Changelings showed no signs of mercy and slowly advanced to her position.

As Celestia quickly became surrounded, she closed her eyes and submitted to defeat; before the creatures could make their move, however, hope was then kindled as they began one by one bursting into smoldered fragments. Bolts of magic showered them from afar, and they fell from the building. Celestia could hear the sounds of struggle and the screeching of the angry beasts, and the war cries of many stallions. She stood once more, knees wobbling, and looked below to see the commotion; the numerous armored guards of Baltimare had arrived, and were slaughtering the Changelings as they came.

The few remaining Changelings eventually relented and retreated, and once out of sight the guards spread out to comb the wreckage for survivors. Celestia attempted to spread her wings and fly down to the ground, wishing to meet with them, but as she descended her strength ran out and she collapsed to the ground. The nearby guards spotted her and shouted her name. They gathered around her, speaking among themselves of her condition, and lifted her up onto the guard captain's back. As they carried her away from tragedy's wake, Celestia's vision grew dark.

To Greener Pastures

In the black void of Celestia's mind, a light grew in the distance, glimmering and growing as it made its approach. The darkness was then speckled by starlight, and the advancing light revealed itself to be a shining geodesic dome of crystal and gold, encased in an aura of blue energy. Within the dome, a vibrant city could be seen. To the left shone the sun, and to the right lay a swirling blue globe blanketed by clouds, partially obscuring the landmasses below. The gleaming city in the sky bustled with activity, its ornate marble pillars and greenery containing the idle chatter of ponies as they went about their business. Elaborately carved statues seemed to lord over every district and vicinity of the city. Red flags decorated with an image of the sun hung from every building. Far above in the city's highest towers, an immense cylindrical object could be seen, its lens pointed towards Equestria. At the helm of this tremendous telescope was His Brilliance, Magnus. He stepped from the telescope and began pacing back and forth.

"We grow ever closer by the day," Magnus said. "The power of the immortals is leaving me. Without the aid of my Lady Galaxia, this city and all its glory shall be swallowed whole by the planet! Alas, it shall too be my fate to forsake this plane and bequeath my title and fortune to my son." He paused, and approached the ledge of his perch to observe the blissfully ignorant citizens below. "This city is to be desolated, my kingdom set to scatter across the lands it once reigned..."

He removed the shoe from his hoof and studied it. Its physical form then gave way, and a more spectral form riddled with injury and decay took its place momentarily before returning to normal. "I have been here for too long."

Magnus looked back up at Equestria, and as he walked back inside, Celestia found herself rising away from the city. The sun and stars fled from her mind, and was soon overwhelmed by bright light.

When Celestia awoke, she found herself cleaned and comforted in a bed of white linens. The sun shone brightly through a nearby window, revealing an immaculate and well-kept room with blue-striped wallpaper and a polished linoleum floor. A table lied at her bedside carrying a lamp, a bouquet of dark pink roses, a pitcher of water, and a number of cards displaying various forms of gratitude and well-wishes. A large fabric curtain hung opened from the ceiling, its rails encircling her bed. Washroom fixtures could be seen on the other side of a door that stood ajar from one side of the room.

As Celestia's vision adjusted to the light, a familiar voice could be heard from the other side of her bed. "At last, she awakes."

Celestia turned around in her covers to see the source of the voice, but as she did she felt a strange tugging from inside her right arm. She lifted the covers to look, and saw that a clear tube had been inserted into her arm amid a patch of shaven fur. Following the tube led her eyes to a bag of clear liquid hanging from a metal rod, labeled "Sodium Chloride Injection".

"Careful now, Celestia!" Aurelius said with a smile. "You wouldn't want to pull that out before it's ready."

Celestia yawned. "Where am I?" she asked groggily. "What time is it?"

"You're safe, in Baltimare," Aurelius said. "You have been here for about a day now, sleeping peacefully. It's currently half past noon."

Celestia rested her head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm so very glad to see you, Father, but I wish you had been here the day prior," she said. "It were as though the darkest corner of the realm of nightmares had plunged its sword into the heart of a quiet and innocent town. I barely left with my life."

Aurelius placed a hoof on the blankets covering his daughter. "But you did, and you left with many other lives as well," he said, and then nodded toward the gifts on the bedside table. "They are forever grateful for such heroism, as you can see."

"You should have come with me," Celestia said with a sigh. "I feel that going alone was a mistake. If we had gone together, no blood may have been spilt. Coltlumbia may not have been set to ruin, and no souls may have been cast away before their time. Although I know I did my best, and I know that the world may see me as a hero, I still feel like I've failed."

"I'm so sorry, my dear daughter... I never expected such an attack to ensue. Both Lucretia and I had only expected a phantom sighting to come of it, and saw it only as an opportunity to grant you experience as a ruler. This is troubling indeed; the Changelings have not been this bold in an age. You would be wise to instruct every settlement to double their guard and be vigilant, lest there be another attack."

"Where was Coltlumbia's guard?" Celestia asked. "Where were their arms, where were the walls that kept them safe? They were unarmed, isolated from the world."

"That is a good question, indeed," Aurelius said." I would consider it worth looking into. For the time being, however, I suggest that you rest. You've done all that you can, and the survivors of Coltlumbia are indebted to you."

Celestia felt a nagging in her mind; she had desired to ask Aurelius about her dream, about Magnus and Galaxia. She had wished to make sense of her visions, and hear what Aurelius had to say. She stayed her tongue, however, fearing that she might upset him by asking.

"Where is Mother and Luna? Do they know as well about what happened?" Celestia asked.

"They know," Aurelius said. "They're glad to hear that you're well, however their sleep cycle leaves them nocturnal and thus are unable to come and see you."

A nurse then entered the room, and smiled upon seeing Celestia. "You're awake! I'm Nurse Diamond, and I've been looking after you during your stay here. How are you feeling?"

"I feel just fine, thank you," Celestia said, returning Nurse Diamond's smile. "In body, at least. My mind, however, is fighting away the guilt of allowing a town to be destroyed by Changelings."

Nurse Diamond raised her eyebrows and paused for an awkward moment. "Oh, don't worry about that, Your Highness! You did what you could, and we can't thank you enough for that." Aurelius nudged Celestia's shoulder with a grin on his face.

"You were brought here by the guards after passing out from exhaustion," Diamond continued. "Some bruises here and there, a scrape or two, nothing serious. You just needed rest. A lot of rest." She proceeded to write some things down on a clipboard. "Alright, I just need to take your vitals one more time, and then we can get you out of here." Nurse Diamond then took Celestia's temperature, and once finished, applied a cuff to her left arm.

"I've never liked these," Celestia said. "They grip your arm way too tightly, for my liking." She looked away as Diamond pumped away with the cuff.

"You didn't seem to mind when you were asleep," Diamond said with a a chuckle. Once finished with her routine, she then put away the equipment and took some gauze and dressing after putting on a pair of gloves. "Alright, now we just need to get that IV out of you. You may want to look away if you don't like needles."

Celestia extended her arm, and Nurse Diamond peeled away the tape covering the tube. After pressing gauze over the opening, Celestia looked away and gritted her teeth. A slight piercing pain jolted up her arm, and after some clattering it subsided and Diamond secured the gauze with dressing. Celestia glanced at the IV that was once in her arm, and saw a long sharp bloody tube.

"Mother of me! It was in that deep?" Celestia said, feeling slightly lightheaded at the thought of it.

"Yep!" Nurse Diamond said. "Don't worry though, it's really soft so it won't hurt you."

"Oh, am I ever so relieved to hear that," Celestia said sarcastically, avoiding eye contact with the needle. She lifted up the covers and stepped out of bed, recoiling slightly from the cold floor.

"'Mother of me'?" Aurelius asked, holding back laughter. "Wait until your mother finds out she is an expression!"

"She would probably respond with a philosophy about how I should never take my parents' names in vain," Celestia chuckled.

"Alright, you're good to go whenever you're ready, Your Highness. Just be sure to leave that gauze on for at least a few more hours." With that, Nurse Diamond took her clipboard and left the room after disposing of the used needle.

When Celestia and Aurelius left the building, they were greeted by the usual activity and sounds of a busy city. Despite the tragedy burning across the bay, everyone seemed to be going about their business as usual.

"Do they... not know what's become of Coltlumbia, Father?" Celestia asked.

"Oh, more than likely yes," Aurelius said. "You'll find as you see more of the world that many will not flinch or give time of day to unfortunate happenings, unless it affects them directly. Regardless, you will be expected to make a statement acknowledging the event once you have one prepared."

"Oh, Father, I always had an idea that being Princess would be more than just socializing and meeting new faces, but I wish I had accepted it earlier. It feels almost... Overbearing." Celestia lowered her gaze and shook her head slightly, as if the weight of looking after ten thousand souls had suddenly been placed around her neck.

"You can do it, Celestia," Aurelius said, placing a hoof around her shoulder and giving it a gentle shake. "You've already endured the greatest hardship of ruling a nation, and you draw breath still. The survivors of Coltlumbia will take refuge in this city's walls until their homes are rebuilt, and you will have a few suns to conjure up a speech back in Canterlot."

Celestia nodded and looked up to meet her father's warm gaze.

"In the meantime, however," Aurelius continued, "I'm sure you must be famished after spending so much time in bed. How would it be if we perused the local eateries?" He smiled and winked.

Celestia then felt the pain of hunger strike her abdomen, and she nodded once more. "That sounds like a great idea."

After some time had passed, Aurelius returned to the Canterlot castle and Celestia made her way to Ponyville. She was eager to finally get a chance to visit Silver Brighthoof after their time together during her coronation, and her heart raced with excitment as she came closer to their farm. She soon spotted the apple trees and the large house that Silver had pointed out to her, and descended upon the grassy fields between.

Her landing disturbed a flock of birds that took flight in her stead, and she scanned the rustic wooden fences and serene pastures for any sign of Silver. Seeing only pigs rolling in their pen and cows grazing nearby, she made for the barn up ahead. As she made her approach she began to feel uneasy; she felt as if she was encroaching upon another person's territory, like she wasn't meant to be there. She had no idea what she would say if any of the Apples had spotted her before Silver did, but she continued on. She was the princess, after all. There wasn't any way her presence would be poorly received.

"Hey!" A stern female voice pierced the air from behind, and Celestia quickly turned to see its owner. A mare could be seen running towards her, her expression similar to that of a mother scolding her children. "Just what in tarnation do you think you're doing snooping about in our farm-" the mare stopped in her tracks once she recognized Celestia. Her wavy ginger mane crept from below her Stetson hat, and her tail waved and flowed with the wind. Her chartreuse coat was green as the grass surrounding them, and her eyes of amber.

"Well I'll be!" the mare said, her face of anger becoming jubilant. Her accent was distinctly Southern, reminding Celestia of the comforts of home and freshly baked pie. "It's Princess Celestia!" The mare did a quick curtsy. "What brings you around these parts? You here to sample our wares?"

"Well, actually I-"

"Hey, Jonah! Princess Celestia came to visit!" The mare appeared to be shouting in a random direction, but soon enough a deep-red colored stallion with a straw colored mane and green eyes could be seen running to their location. He took a second to catch his breath and then bowed briefly.

"Jonah Gold, at your service! This here is my wife Ginger Gold, and we would both like to welcome you to Sweet Apple Acres." He had a bright smile on his face, and his manner of speaking was much the same as his spouse. "I reckon you're looking to give our fixings your royal seal of approval?"

"It's lovely to meet you both," Celestia said, "but actually I've come to visit dear Silver Brighthoof. He informed me that he works for your farm. Is he here today?"

"Really?" Ginger said, her smile remaining steadfast. "What in the hay did he do to get the Princess of Equestria's attention?"

"He took her out for a delightful day in the city," Celestia said warmly. "I've been waiting quite some time to see him again. I was delayed by my duties, as you can imagine."

"Well then," Jonah said. "He's in the barn right now, taking a break from milking the cows. You're welcome of course to see him, and if you two get hungry we'll be making supper soon. Thanks again for stopping by!"

They then parted ways and returned to their original places on the farm, presumably to resume their assigned chores. Celestia walked into the barn, and her nose was greeted by the smell of livestock and hay. A somewhat unpleasant smell to her sensibilities, having grown up wealthy, but she wasn't bothered. At the far end behind several bales of hay, she came upon a familiar sight - a pale-furred stallion, humming to himself and strumming an acoustic guitar. A wide smile glowed across Celestia's face, and her insides melted. Silver looked up from his playing, and his face beamed as well when he saw her.

"Celestia!" He immediately jumped up and hugged her, and she hugged him back. "I'm so glad to see that you're okay!"

"I'm overjoyed to see you as well, Silver!" Celestia exclaimed. "I had intended to visit you earlier, but I was delayed. It sounds as though you already know why, so details need not be necessary."

"Yeah, I heard about the attack on Coltlumbia, and that you saved a bunch of people while fighting off those Changelings," Silver said. "That must've been terrifying; I could never have done what you did!"

Celestia smiled. "I hope to never do it again, but my heart tells me that I shall in the future."

"It's such a scary thought, an attack so close to home," Silver said. "Hopefully it never happens again, in spite of what your heart says."

"If such an atrocity rears again, I will do my best to protect all those in its wake," Celestia said. "So what were you playing on your guitar, if I may ask?"

"Oh, nothing, just a random little song." Silver took the guitar and strapped it onto his back. "I need to get back to my chores. You wanna come with me and keep me company?"

"Sure! What are your chores though, exactly?"

"It's apple-bucking season, so I need to go through the orchard and pick the apples from all the trees."

"That sounds rather difficult. How long does that take you?"

"Oh, it's nothing too bad! I just grab a basket, kick the tree, and the apples fall into the basket. The hard part is carrying the full basket of apples back."

"And not damaging your guitar, I imagine!" Celestia giggled, pointing at the instrument. Silver looked back at it and laughed a little.

"Oh, I don't carry this with me when I'm actually picking the apples. I just like to keep it close by."

They made their way past the chicken coops and gardens to the apple orchard. The surroundings were peaceful and idyllic; the chirping of birds filled the air, and there was a warm breeze carrying the scent of wood and grass. The sounds of the Apple farm's various livestock could be heard from a distance. The wooden fence surrounding the orchard was lined up with several empty baskets, and Silver brought one to the nearest tree. With a loud grunt and a mighty kick from his back legs, the apples fell from the tree into the basket.

"My my, aren't you a strong stallion!" Celestia said with a playful giggle. Silver's face turned pink, and he responded with a flustered smile. As he brought the full basket back to the fence where Celestia stood, he saw a faint rosy glow peering through her snow-white fur as well.

"Would you like to try, Celestia?" Silver asked.

"Oh, I couldn't," Celestia said. "I'm not as big or tough as you are! It would be like trying to fell a tree with a toothpick."

Silver laughed, and then took her hoof to guide her to another tree, placing a basket below it. "Just try it," he said.

Celestia turned to position herself, looking to Silver for guidance. His gaze was warm and reassuring, and he looked back at her with his icy blue eyes. Every time they made eye contact, Celestia felt a stirring in her heart. She braced herself and then kicked back with all her might. To her surprise, however, her legs met nothing but air. She turned around and saw that she had missed the tree, and a scarlet hue burned through the fur on her cheeks.

"Am I distracting you, Celestia?" Silver asked, grinning.

"N-no, no. Let me try again." This time she made sure she was in front of the apple tree, and once again kicked as hard as she could. The tree barely stirred, and a single apple fell into the basket.

"See? I knew you could do it!" Silver said, looking into the basket. "Your output is just a little bit smaller than mine." Silver gave her a cheeky smile.

"Is that your way of telling me I'm not fit to harvest apples?" Celestia laughed, and then used her magic to empty the tree.

"You know, if all of us could do magic we'd get things done a lot more quickly," Silver said, watching the apples float into the bucket. "As is, don't do that around the Apples. At best they'd try to hire you, and at worst they'd worry about you putting them out of business."

"Oh, don't worry, that was a one-time thing!"

They brought the full basket back, and Silver resumed bucking the trees. Celestia shadowed him back and forth, providing idle conversation about such topics as their favorite foods and the other chores on the farm. Eventually he finished, with Celestia "helping" once or twice, and they returned to the farmhouse in search of food.

Jonah Gold could be found at the front entrance, eagerly inviting the both of them inside. The inside was just as warm and welcoming as the outside; earthy tones and apple-themed artwork were the dominating aesthetic. Half-timbered beams stretched from floor to ceiling, breaking up the green wallpaper and spiraled designs on the walls. Every room was inhabited by ornate furniture and homely clutter. A delicious and savory smell from the kitchen entertained Celestia's nose.

Celestia stepped inside, and the source of the amazing smell was revealed. A large stock pot sat uncovered on the stove, with a stew of potatoes, carrots, onions, celery, and mushrooms simmering inside. Ginger Gold tended to the pot amid the hanging pans and sink filled with the day's dishes, humming idly as she piled the contents into bowls and set them on the nearby dining table. It was soon made clear that the smell had reached everyone in the house, as Silver and Jonah took seats at the table.

"Hey there, sugarcube!" Ginger said upon seeing Celestia. "Y'all got here just in time for supper." As she placed the remaining bowl at the table, a young yellow-furred filly padded into the kitchen.

"Oh, Celestia, this is our daughter, Honeycrisp! Say hi to the princess, darlin'!" The filly froze in place when she saw Celestia, and ran out of the room before the princess could say anything.

"She'll come out when she's right and ready," Ginger said. "She's as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs."

"Oh, goodness!" Celestia exclaimed, covering her mouth with a giggle as she took a seat. "That's quite a creative way of putting it."

After finishing their dinner and discussions with the Apple family, Celestia and Silver then returned outside to relax in the fields. They found peace in nature's embrace, nestled in the tall grass, the dandelions, and the warmth of the sun. Silver began playing a soft melody on his guitar, and Celestia watched the flowers sway to and fro with the wind. The music added a seductive soundtrack to their late afternoon outing.

"It's so quiet out here," Celestia said. "So comforting. Not like at home, where the sounds of the city can always be heard from afar."

"I always love to just sit outside after a hard day's work," Silver said. "It's a nice reward for my sore muscles."

"How often do you have company when you come out here?"

Silver gave a contented smile. "Never, but I'll manage."

"Oh, please, I'm sure you have no problem 'managing' my company, Silver."

Silver sighed. "Yeah... You're right." He then transitioned to playing an upbeat chord progression on his guitar, nodding his head to stay in rhythm.

"Ooh, what are you playing now?"

"Just something I came up with the other day. I think you'll like it."

Silver then began to sing along with the music from his guitar, forming a mid-tempo song:

First light's morning rise,
Fire dancing bright,
I'd give it all for you to see me

Through steep hills of snow,
Past dark woods alone,
I'd do it all for you to take me

Home, take me home,
My sweet hummingbird, take me home
Take me home, take me home,
To your blooming pasture's glow, take me home

Live a life alone,
My other half never whole,
I'd risk it all for you to hold me

To keep you warm and safe,
In my soft embrace,
I'd do it all for you to take me

Home, take me home,
My sweet little angel, take me home
Take me home, take me home,
To your fields of green and gold, take me home.

Silver's voice was powerful and flowing, and full of emotional weight. When finished, he looked to see what Celestia thought. He found her resting her head against his shoulder, eyes closed and glowing with a calm happiness. Silver placed the guitar on the ground and held her close. "I take it you like the song?"

"That was beautiful, Silver." Celestia opened her eyes and looked up into his. Silver then reached out and picked a dandelion from the grass surrounding them. He studied it for a moment, then delicately placed it in Celestia's mane behind her ear.

"I had a lot of inspiration," Silver said with a smile. Celestia closed her eyes and once again nestled into the stallion's warmth. The sound of crickets could then be heard in the nearby trees, and a heavenly glow blanketed the pair's surroundings as the sun began to lower.

Journey Through the Universe

Night fell across the lands of Equestria, and after an evening of bliss with Silver Brighthoof, Celestia returned home to rest. Before returning to her quarters, she happened upon Aurelius in their courtyard outside of the dining hall. He appeared like a torch among the pale trees and the cold stone, like a single spot of warmth and comfort among darkness. He had seated himself at a table across the fountain, a chess board laid out before him. Despite lacking another player, he was content with idly moving the pieces on his own, perhaps coming up with new strategies. Aurelius then noticed Celestia's presence, and turned his attention to her with a smile.

"Good evening, Celestia!" Aurelius said. "Would you like to join me?"

"You know I'm not very good at chess, Father," Celestia said, returning his smile.

"There's no need to be good, my dear. Consider it a great chance to learn, and a demonstration of strategy."

"Well, why not?" Celestia took a seat across from Aurelius, taking control of the board's black pieces.

"And hey, maybe this time you'll be able to defeat me!"

The pieces were then reset, and the game began. Aurelius made his first move, and Celestia followed. After many calculated moves, Celestia once more heard that dreaded word. "Checkmate."

Celestia huffed and crossed her arms as Aurelius smirked. "It was a lot closer this time," he said.

"And yet the outcome remains the same," Celestia said. "What is it that I'm missing?"

Aurelius reset the pieces once more with his magic. "Strategy, my dear. You'll never win if you continue simply moving any piece you like." He then moved his pawn forward one space. "You're fighting a war, and you must protect your material. Use your more disposable infantries to guard your more valuable royalty and fortress. Use these" - he held up a pawn - "with much more freedom than, say, your rook. Move your king's pawn forward now, by two spaces."

Celestia did so, intrigued but also somewhat confused. "Why that pawn specifically?"

"Your best goal is to form a strong defensive position, and by moving your king's and queen's pawns forward, your bishops will be left open and it'll be easier for you to castle your king. You need to be able to think ahead when planning your moves in a battlefield, and you need to be able to set things up in your favor. Your first few moves are always the most important. Think about how things will play out four or five moves ahead from now whenever you're about to move another piece."

After many more moves and heeding Aurelius' advice, Celestia found it easier to take control of the board and get closer to his king. "Ha, checkmate!" she said excitedly, and Aurelius leaned back and slowly clapped.

"Apparently that was all it took to be defeated," Aurelius said. "Congratulations, you finally bested your father at chess!"

"Don't worry, Father," Celestia laughed. "I'm sure you'll beat me again someday. Thank you for helping me beat you!"

"No problem!" Aurelius said with a laugh. "So, my daughter, I couldn't help but notice you stopped in Ponyville for a while before returning home. I assume you were visiting your new friend?"

Celestia felt her heart flutter a bit after hearing the question. "Oh, um, yeah," she said, "I wanted to visit Silver for some time. After so much hardship, it felt well-earned." Celestia looked up to the sky, a peaceful smile on her face. "Every moment was perfect, Father. There's something about that stallion that pulls me in, makes me feel warm and at peace."

"Ah, well..." Aurelius formed a half-smile. "That's excellent to hear, my dear, but... Be wary of his advances. Don't allow your heart to venture too far into his clutches, until he is no longer merely a friend."

Celestia broke her gaze at the stars and shifted her focus to her father, her smile fading. "But... What do you mean?"

"I would not advise giving this stallion your love, my daughter. You will find only pain if you do so."

Celestia felt a weight gaining on her heart, and found it difficult to speak. "Well, I'm afraid it's too late for that..."

Aurelius stood from the table, his smile gone, and approached the courtyard balcony overlooking the darkened landscape below. Only speckles of light from Ponyville could be seen, glimmering and penetrating the cover of night. "Forgive my lack of understanding, dear Celestia," Aurelius said, "But do you mean to say that you feel love for this stallion you've met?"

Celestia stood as well. She started to approach Aurelius' side, but stopped, instead dwelling among a sea of confusion at her father's reaction to this bit of news. "He makes me feel a sense of happiness I've never felt before," she said. "I may soon be the one to raise and lower the sun's heat, but only Silver Brighthoof may shine its warmth on my heart."

"I understand that you may feel that way, Celestia, but you must understand. There is no light or happiness at the end of this road, or any other road love may take you." He then turned to face her. "You mustn't continue this path. Please, trust in your father's wisdom."

"How can I, Father, when it pains me to even hear it?" Celestia's eyes welled. "I had thought you would be happy for me, but you would instead ask your daughter to abandon the first taste of love she ever has because of some vague prediction!"

"These feelings are clouding your judgment, Celestia," Aurelius said more sternly, approaching her trembling figure. "You are a princess now. You cannot afford to become attached to anyone."

"Am I alone there, Father? Might your own judgment still be clouded by Galaxia's passing, enough to feel driven to deprive your own daughter of love in case she is hurt by death's curse as well?"

Aurelius was taken aback by this sudden claim, responding with a wide-eyed shock. "What? This... This has nothing to do with Lady Galaxia!"

"Is this why you never told us about what happened to her for all these years? Would you be so brave as to have me live a life of isolation had she not been taken from you? What do you think she would say if I had told her that I found love?"

"Do not speak to me," Aurelius said, raising his voice, "like I don't know my own mother!"

"Your grief is not mine!"

"My mother was loyal to our family!" Aurelius shouted, the idle flame from his mane and tail swelling into a roaring blaze. "Not some common peasant'splaything!"

Celestia was stumped into silence, and could only stare speechless at Aurelius. His appearance idled once more, and the fire faded from his eyes.

"Celestia, I... I didn't mean..."

Celestia began to slowly back away as he attempted to approach her, tears falling from her eyes, and then ran back inside.

Princess Luna's hooves fell frigid as she landed, a dark and empty world blanketed in snow surrounding her. Black mountains to the north, an empty unfocused void to the south. Up ahead, she spotted a single blackened decrepit cabin and braved the flurry to go inside.

The interior gave way to an expansive black abyss, and Luna spread her wings to stay afloat. No end could immediately be seen, but as she pressed on, she began to feel colder and colder. Shivering and consumed by the blackness, Luna searched in all directions for a spot of light or a sign, anything to let her out. As she continued to search, she felt a drop of wetness land on her chin. Then many more drops landed on the underside of her body, and rain began to fall seemingly upwards. She looked up and saw that land had formed, and flipped around for a much desired respite from flying.

The reddened landscape appeared barren, rocky, and lifeless. Rain fell from a still blackened sky, the horizon illuminated by a red sun and a blue star. The scent of petrichor filled Luna's nose as she once more attempted to gain her bearings, until she finally spotted a familiar figure in the distance ahead. It was Celestia, sitting among the badlands and facing away from Luna. Her entire form appeared to be drooping; her head hung low, her hair soaked, her wings flaccid, and her body motionless. Her coat glowed red from the sinister glow of the dying sun.

Luna took her side and saw that she was crying. She sat down next to Celestia, who then looked up and saw her.

"Cold now are the wind and the weather," Celestia said in her broken wavering voice, looking back at the ground. "A twinge of shadow, a torrent of rain. This is where I shall lie, and so shall it end in dust and despair."

"My dear sister, what has happened to you?"

"My heart has been smitten by a stallion from afar, only for our father to step in between us. He called him a... common peasant."

"You..." Luna started, but determined that Celestia was already upset enough. "Are you sure he meant it? Is there any context to that?"

"He wished to extend his pain onto me, to spare me the grief of his loss by keeping me away from the world. Oh, Luna, I had so hoped that he would support my newfound love, but instead all he carries in his mind is Galaxia."

"Celestia, that makes no sense," Luna said. "These are two different types of love. Our father misses his mother, yes, but not for the sake of any romance. It would seem more to me like you upset him by mentioning Galaxia, and that he has another reason for his disapproval. You must speak with him when you can, and find out if he really means what he said about this stallion you've found."

"There can be no mistake," Celestia said. "He said it himself. I cannot become attached to anyone. This is to be my fate. Alone in a waste, among the ruins of all that once was and all that could ever be."

"Oh, quit feeling so sorry for yourself, my sister," Luna said. "Just talk with Father. Find out what he meant, learn his true feelings about this stallion and your love for him. And don't mention Galaxia again."

The rain then stopped, and Celestia's posture began to straighten. "You're right, Luna," she said. "I wasn't really thinking about that. I was just so shocked... Maybe he did just say what he did out of fury. There must be another reason for this. I must not feel sorry for myself."

Celestia stood, and the dimmed sun before them began to glow bright. With a white flash it burst into a thousand shards, and showered the crimson valley with a gleaming crystalline hail. "Come with me, Luna," Celestia said, looking back to Luna, who appeared mesmerized by the light show. "Let us explore the cosmos once more."

The ground below them shattered and fell into nothingness, and the blackness sparkled with the glow of countless stars. The dark clouds hanging above lost their gloom, illuminating with many hues. At once, they scattered into every corner of creation, forming from the ether a bright new galaxy. The remaining blue star was then a comet of ice and iron, destined to forever sail the divinity of Celestia's mind with its blazing tail of cool flame. Celestia took Luna's hoof and soared ahead to take control of the comet, finding on its surface a glistening orchestration of glassy monoliths and silvery formations.

With their foothold on the comet, the universe raced above them as they traversed the new wheel of the heavens. An explosion of supernovae, nebulae, and spiraling gases filled their vision with endless color. Their bodies resounded the energy of the celestial forces presented to them. A single tear fell from Luna's eyes as she took in the images of splendor, filled with awe and disbelief.

Their ride stopped in the presence of a ringed violet gas planet, and the diamond monoliths on their cosmic vessel melted into clear iridescent waters. Celestia and Luna stood waist-deep in one of many pools of water that then populated the metallic surface of the comet. The dim purple light from the body in the sky, along with the wisps of blue encircling the comet, reflected on their surroundings.

"This is what I visit your dreams to see, dear sister," Luna said quietly, watching the planet above them. "I cannot begin to grasp how you so easily conceive of imagery such as this."

"You are always welcome, Luna," Celestia said with a newfound smile. "It certainly is a beautiful escape from the troubles of reality. The attack, the argument with our father, the duties of being princess, all seem so far away."

"And yet so close," Luna said. "A fleeting but welcome escape from very real responsibility."

"Have you made any progress with raising the moon, out of curiosity?"

"Well... No. I've tried every night since our coronation, but... It always escapes me. As soon as I feel as if I've gotten hold of the moon, it slips away. It's maddening!"

"I've not had much luck either, though granted I have only tried once. Just keep trying, dear sister. You'll get there eventually." Celestia looked outward to the planet filling most of the dark sky. "Or, perhaps you'd like to learn to control this planet instead?"

"I think that's a little too outside of my ability, Celestia," Luna said with a chuckle. "Why don't you do it? It is your dream after all."

"I think not. I rather like it. It's beautiful."

"It is, definitely."

"There is something I need to tell you though, Luna," Celestia said, turning to face Luna with a more somber expression.

"What is it?" Luna asked, facing her sister with concern.

"Closer."

Luna waded through the pool and came face to face with Celestia, looking into her eyes. "What is it you need to tell me?"

Luna was then suddenly soaked by a splash of water, and she could hear Celestia laughing. "Hey!" Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, and she relaxed her expression to instead return the favor and splash Celestia back. The sounds abruptly stopped, replaced with Luna's own amusement. A playful exchange of teasing and laughter then followed, with each of them tossing water from the pool at each other until they were both drenched. They calmed after a few moments, and laid on all fours.

"Well, I sense that morning is coming, so I must take my leave," Luna said, shaking off some of the water. "Thank you, dear sister, for another beautiful night."

"You are most welcome, dear Luna! I'll see you in the morning shortly."

Luna dematerialized into a black mist, and Celestia closed her eyes.

When her eyes re-opened, Celestia was back in her room, in her soft cozy bed. She looked out the window, and the sky glowed faintly red with the impending dawn. It was time to raise the sun, and Celestia knew exactly where Aurelius would be.

She reached the top balcony of their castle, where the door to her father's quarters laid ajar. Celestia crept slowly past the ornate golden bed and its red silky linens, and past the smoldering fireplace across the room to make a cautious approach to Aurelius. Celestia took a seat by his side, and they both looked to the mountains in silence. After a few wordless moments, she decided to speak.

"I'm sorry." Unexpectedly, her apology was simultaneously met with her father's, both speaking at the same time.

"I should not have insulted your significant one like that, Celestia," Aurelius said with a sigh. "Nor did I mean what I said. I was just... so angry."

"No, I'm the one who's sorry," Celestia said. "I knew that your mother's passing is a sensitive topic for you, and I still brought it up out of emotional upset. It sounded to me like you intended to stop me from finding love because you were hurting."

"While my father Magnus was away fighting war beyond war to protect the Empire, my mother Galaxia elected to remain at home and raise me. She was the one person I knew the most during her time, and she taught me everything she knew of diplomacy and leadership. Magnus used his time with me to prepare me for war as well, and passed down his mastery of the sun. As our power faded, and as my father withered from his age, the varying nations of the world grew tired of their inactions and inability to govern effectively and revolted.

"Years of endless bloodshed followed; while they were dissatisfied with our leadership, they had forgotten our military might. Many of our battles were one-sided, adding to their tragedy. The nation of the zebras, the city-states under the ocean, the crystal ponies to the north. They knew what they had summoned, and many resigned to their fate. Amid the prayers and the screams, none could resist the power of the Solar Empire and their cities in the sky.

"Victory was near, and my mother and I fought one of the few final battles in the southern desert with our armies. Magnus joined as we cleared the battlefield, but to our dismay, Lady Galaxia was among the slain. My father's cries of misery still echo in my mind to this day... the faces of fear from every living thing I mercilessly slaughtered, the flooding of tears from the Emperor's eyes, Galaxia's look of gentle slumber as her heart lay pierced by sharpened steel.

"And all for naught. Without Galaxia, Magnus was unable to maintain the Empire with his magic. His magnificent city splintered apart and plummeted to the earth, and the revolutionaries got what they wanted. A treaty of independence, and our sovereign territory of Equestria, bequeathed to me. With Galaxia's passing, everything was lost. Magnus lost his empire and his ability to remain in the mortal plane, and I lost a loving and caring mother."

Celestia could see the torment in Aurelius' eyes, as they darted around searching for something to focus on. "I'm so sorry, Father," she said softly, "I see now why it's so hard for you. Her passing was like a cataclysm, it would seem. But you need not take it so harshly. You were not responsible for her death, and she still lives on in memory and spirit."

Aurelius turned and looked into his daughter's eyes with his own misty, sorrowful gaze. "No son or daughter, young or old, should be robbed of their parents..." His features tightened, his eyes clenched shut, and his breathing spasmed as he wet the floor below with his grief. He covered his face as he continued to sob, and Celestia wrapped her wings around him in an attempt to comfort him. She shed a tear of empathy herself, and gently rocked him back and forth while leaning on his shoulder. In that moment his walls were gone, and Celestia kept him secure.

An Ancient Foe, An Eternal Battle

The dim horizon beckoned to Celestia, as her father's grief spilled beneath her wings. She turned her focus outward to the subtle warm light rising from above the hilltops and mountains. It called to her, and she could almost hear her name whispering through the winds and the scarlet glow illuminating the clouds above.

Celestia closed her eyes and lit her horn, and once more found herself at the helm of her golden chariot on a pilgrimage through the heavens. From her right she saw nothing; a terminal void of emptiness that pulled her as she continued to stare. Out from her left, a brilliant star bloomed and coalesced from the dark. Like a flower spreading its petals, like an angel spreading its wings, its rays like many outstretched hands brought light and comfort to the universe. Celestia's breath stilled, her eyes captivated by the dancing of the star's golden light, its violet aura, and the ribbons of shimmering color slithering in every direction. She could hear the light silently whispering her name as it grew greater in size and luminance, and at its heart she then saw the form of a stallion. His wings spanned either side of his body, his mane blazed and swirled around him, his eyes golden and bright as the light radiating from his being. Celestia knew his face instantly, like no other. He bore a face of gleeful welcome, opening his arms to greet a lost loved one. Celestia's face brightened as she reached for his grasp, and to her delight he took hold.

With her chariot of the skies now accompanied by her passenger, Celestia continued her journey across the ethereal plane. Before they could get far, the void behind them took shape and formed a voracious black wolf, eager to consume them. Celestia commanded her coach to make haste, and the wolf chased closely behind, baring its teeth like knives. The two rushed through the etherium to seemingly no end, and Celestia was unsure of where they would go to escape the clutches of the ravenous beast behind them. But then, far in the distance, land began to form. The stallion by her side put forth his arm, and dust and gas joined to create rippling hills and valleys. Rivers and lakes filled with shimmering water by the whim of his other hoof, and his countenance gave life and purity to the newly formed world. Celestia recognized it by this point as the lands surrounding Canterlot.

Aurelius slowed his breathing and uncovered his face, feeling a sense of relief after so much anguish. He sensed the heat of daylight casting onto every inch of his body not shielded by his daughter, and looked up to see that the sun had risen without his doing. His tears dried, and his sadness evaporated into the warming air. Celestia had done it; she raised the sun. Aurelius faced her with a look of incredulity. Celestia opened her eyes while the light faded from her horn, and when she saw the sun in the sky she overflowed with joy.

"You did it," Aurelius said softly. "You raised the sun..."

Celestia withdrew her wings and looked to her father, her expression brightening. "I thought of you this time."

Aurelius leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Celestia into a tight and warmly reciprocated hug. "I always knew you could do it, my dear sunshine."

"Well that's wonderful, Father," Celestia said, "because I didn't."

Aurelius formed a welcome smile and chuckled after hearing her remark. "Father knows best, like I always used to say. On your second try though, that is quite astonishing!"

"Maybe not so much. It is my duty, after all."

"Truly," Aurelius said, "Equestria is blessed to have you both by their side." He stood and made his way back inside. "Join us for breakfast?"

Celestia followed behind. "Certainly," she said. "Oh, I do still wonder though, does this change your mind at all about myself and Silver?"

Aurelius sighed. "Not now, Celestia. We'll discuss it at a later time. For the moment, you are still expected to address the Coltlumbia attack today. I hope you will have some words prepared by the afternoon."

"Don't worry," Celestia said. "I know just what to say."

Later that afternoon, crowds began to gather around the entrance and outer courtyard of the Canterlot castle, all waiting to hear the royal family's plan of action for the Changeling attack on Coltlumbia. Celestia stepped out to the lower balcony, Aurelius and Lucretia watching from indoors. Luna stood by their side; Celestia gestured for her to come out and join her, but Luna declined. A mare with a notepad and quill was allowed onto the balcony with Celestia, presumably to record her speech for the presses. Celestia approached the edge of the railing, and observed the many faces down below. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Were it not for the weight of the matter which brought them together, such a sight would normally lighten her spirits, but not today.

"My dear and loyal subjects," Celestia said, her royal Canterlot voice echoing far and wide. "Not two days prior, and with no prior provocation, the ponies of our great land were set upon by the ancient terror known as the Changeling Empire. Such an attack had not since been seen in over two-and-a-half thousand years, when Lord Magnus waged war against their forces and halted their campaign of world domination.

"The fishing village of Coltlumbia, by my own observation, had been infiltrated and compromised by Changeling usurpers, and was subsequently pillaged by invading forces due east of the Horseshoe Bay. Despite my best efforts, only a few could be saved, and I regret to tell you that many good lives were lost. Survivors of the harrowing attack have taken refuge in the city of Baltimare, and their homes will be rebuilt at no cost to them.

"We had observed no warning or hint that this attack was imminent, but rest assured that we have thus far seen no signs of a future strike. Every measure shall be taken to investigate the origins of this event, and every inch of Equestrian soil, every Equestrian coast and beach will be kept under the watch of our guard and military forces to keep our subjects safe and secure. Make no mistake, there is hostility in the far reaches of the world, and there are those who would seek to subvert our interests and destroy us from the inside out. Our people, our territory, and our vision for this great nation can be maintained only by our continued strength and unity. No matter how long it may take, we will never rest until every mare, stallion, filly, and colt within our reach can sleep soundly for every night of their lives. With confidence in our reign and faith in our forces, with the endless determination of our people, we shall prevail."

The audience erupted into applause, and Celestia did her best to avoid looking directly at the constant camera flashes dotting the assembly below. The mare at the doorway finished her scribbling, gave a quick "thank you", and left. Celestia returned indoors and met with Aurelius and Lucretia.

"How did I do?" she asked.

"Very becoming of Equestria's new ruler," Aurelius said. "Eloquently put, and absent of fear. Remember always that your subjects will follow your example, and they will look to you for how they should feel. If you look confident, they'll feel confident."

"Your first move, if I may suggest, Celestia," Lucretia added, "should be directed towards the lands of ice and rock to the far south of the known world. I sense a great and dark presence there... Latrodectis may yet be alive after all."

"Latrodectis?" Celestia asked. "I recall that name from our youth. She was the leader of the Changelings, she led the charges that advanced worldwide and attempted to turn all living things into cattle for them to consume and feed. Her plans were put to an end when the Empire and its subjects united and destroyed them. I thought she was dead."

"I thought she was too," Lucretia said, "but my visions do not lie. A spidery foe, bounded by a sea of glaciers, shifting and forming at will. Its eye fixed on our world, seeking to savor our life and love. You may yet need to take up my father-in-law's shoes and fight once more, my dear daughter."

"If I could only find a way not to fight," Celestia said. "My heart has had its fill of bloodshed at their hands."

"I understand, Celestia," Aurelius said. "No leader ever wants to sacrifice their people in the name of war, but sometimes there is no choice. Every soldier and legionnaire is more than happy to give their life to protect their keep, and they will follow you to the ends of this world."

"And I'll always have you both to guide me, will I not?" Celestia asked. They did not respond at first; Aurelius looked away, then back to Celestia.

"We will be with you for as long as we can, Celestia, but you mustn't rely on us. You're a fully grown mare now, and the responsibility of the Crown lies with you. Have faith in yourself, as we have faith in you." Aurelius smiled briefly. "If you'll excuse us, we have a few important matters to attend to. I'll see you at sundown - we shall see if you can repeat your success this morning." With that, Aurelius and Lucretia left the hall, leaving Celestia behind with Luna.

"You have such a way with crowds, dear sister," Luna said. "Although this bit of news with Latrodectis is very troubling."

"Indeed," Celestia said. "I never thought enough about the true responsibilities of being a ruler. It feels a bit much sometimes, and now I have the possible threat of war lingering over my head."

"I did, and I knew that such things would come eventually. But you are not alone, never let that thought dwell in your mind. You'll always have me to help and support you, and you have our vast armies by your side. Besides, we have something, an ancient weapon that the Changelings and all their armies don't have or even know about. We have the Elements of Harmony."

Celestia raised her eyebrows slightly. "The Elements of Harmony? Oh, dear Luna, I know you mean well but we cannot trust the crafts and sorceries of a bygone era. Lord Magnus and our forebears delved too deeply into esoteric studies and arcane constructs."

"Are you perhaps referring to the esoteric studies that granted them their cities in the sky?" Luna asked.

"It worked in their favor when they built their magnificent floating capitals, yes, but the Elements have never been fully tested. We have no knowledge of their effects or what they will do to us, only the rumors. Whispers of change in appearance and even personality, or changing one's destiny beyond what they were intended for. It may work in our favor against our enemies, but it will have an effect on us as well."

"So we might look different afterwards, I wouldn't consider that a big deal. The benefits far outweigh the risks here."

"It's not just that, Luna," Celestia said. "Those are just the rumors. We have no idea what will happen if we use the Elements, and even something that may sound benign like a change in personality could be much more sinister. For all we know, we could be changed into incompetents, or worse, power-hungry tyrants."

"My sister, you're worrying over nothing. These are just rumors. If we use the Elements, this impending war could be over before it begins."

"How do we even know they will work as intended? We only have Magnus' notes to give us even a hint of what they're meant to do. It would be foolish to trust them alone. My answer is a firm no."

Luna's brow furrowed, and her expression heated. "So you would sacrifice our armies, send them away to another battlefield away from their families when Magnus left us a better solution right here? Do you not find that foolish?"

Celestia gave an exasperated sigh. "I said no, and I mean it!" Her voice pierced Luna's defenses and echoed through the large walls and pillars of the grand hall. Luna threw her a nasty scowl and then hastily left the hall, slamming the doors shut behind her. Celestia watched her sister leave and sighed once more, but this time more softly. Her nerves rattled, and her feet felt heavy. At heart, she had no idea what she wanted to do, or what decision was best. She would meet with her sister to ensure that she was okay, but for the time being Celestia's duty was to the sun.

Evening soon came, and Celestia met with Aurelius in their castle's private courtyard, once more outside the dining hall. She looked out to the horizon, beyond the whistling trees, the breeze flowing through her mane. Under her father's watch, she closed her eyes, and a soft light danced around her ivory horn. The sun soon began to lower, setting fire to the world and clouds around it and unveiling a curtain of starlight above. Aurelius smiled.

"Very good, Celestia!" he said excitedly. "Thanks to your achievement, I no longer have to wake so early."

Celestia laughed. "And also, I've mastered one of our family's most important duties."

"Indeed, it is quite an important milestone for your life."

"But not the only," Celestia said, facing Aurelius. "You promised we would discuss this. What do you see between myself and Silver?"

Aurelius' smile faded. His eyes were wistful, glistening with his long years of wisdom and experience. He didn't so much move, but so looked into his daughter's eyes in his sullen gaze. "I saw nothing in your future but heartbreak. There is nothing for you with that stallion."

Celestia sighed and returned her gaze to the mountains beyond. Harbored by their white towers, she stared into the distance, befallen by forlonging and sorrow. "Forgive my disbelief, Father, but I see only life and happiness. What bitter curse could give way to your disapproval?"

"Your grace, your immortality will outdo him," Aurelius said. "He will sooner or later leave the world, whether through time or untimely demise. He will leave behind a legacy of triumph, he will pass down his greatness and wisdom to a new generation of life, but here you will dwell forever, as life turns to unlife and as the fading trees finally give way."

Celestia could feel her heart sinking. Her vision blurred as her eyes welled, but she maintained her composure as Aurelius continued. "You will be left in your grief, as all you had once known becomes unknown and all you have loved becomes a distant history in the passage of time. To be bound to a fleeting image of mortality is to be cursed for all of existence."

The stillness of their stone courtyard took hold. As the sunset gave in to blackness, grief had set hold in Celestia's heart, her tearful eyes focused on nothing more than what was to come. She struggled to catch her breath. Her thoughts conflicted; she loved this stallion, more than anything, but she had now realized that he would not be around long. Breathing heavily, she ran to hug Aurelius, who returned the gesture warmly.

"I am sorry, my dear Celestia," he spoke softly. "I will leave the choice to you, but choose well."

They ended their embrace, and Aurelius held Celestia's chin with his hoof. His solemn expression became a warm but slight smile. "Know that no matter the choice you make, I will still be here for you, my daughter. You will always have our love."

"You'll always have mine too, father." Celestia managed a brief smile of her own, gave Aurelius a brief nuzzle under his chin, and returned inside, lost in thought. As much as she hated it, her father was right. Just as the sun set outside their gleaming palace, so too had it set in her soul.

Lucretia's pale moonlight touched every corner of the world in that moment, and Celestia knew what she had to do. This was for the best, she thought. Her heart felt heavy, her mind raced with conflicting thoughts, imaginings of both white and black veils. His subtle touch, and the sting of his passing. Lost in the streets of Canterlot, unphased by the polite greetings of passersby, Celestia ventured forth to Ponyville to meet with Silver Brighthoof.

With a few knocks on the door to the Apple family's home, she was greeted by Ginger Gold, who smiled as she recognized Celestia.

"Well hi there, Princess Celestia, what a surprise to see you! Is there something I can help you with?"

"I, um, came to see Silver Brighthoof," Celestia said. "Is he home?"

"I haven't seen him recently," Ginger said. "He might still be out in the fields. Bless his soul, that boy stays out late all the time."

"Ah, well thank you. I'll let you know once I've found him."

Celestia then began to search through Sweet Apple Acres for Silver. First the nearby barn, where she found only cattle and straw. She then searched the apple orchards, and saw only apple trees and empty baskets. Celestia searched all over the farm, growing increasingly worried as she failed to find him. She returned to the farmhouse and once more hurriedly knocked on the door, again greeted by Ginger Gold.

"I can't find him!" Celestia said, a distraught expression on her face.

"He's not outside?" Ginger asked. "You looked every which way? Didn't see hide nor hair of him?"

"Not a soul, anywhere!"

Ginger's face went pale, and she ran back inside yelling for Jonah to come downstairs. The two ponies momentarily re-emerged carrying lanterns, and the three fanned out in every direction to hunt for Silver Brighthoof. With no luck, they returned to the farmhouse.

"Maybe he just went out...?" Celestia asked.

"Not a chance," Jonah said. "Silver never leaves the farm, except to sell our food. Never feels a reason to otherwise. And we wouldn't send him out this late."

"You don't think..." Ginger started. "... you don't think those Changelings took him?"

"Is there no other explanation?" Celestia asked. "Perhaps he went exploring and got lost?"

"I hope you're right, Princess," Ginger said. "He may not be blood, but he's family to us, and we don't want anything bad happening to him. Can you find him, Princess? Please?"

"Well, I need to speak with him in any case, so yes, I will search for him. Worry not, Ginger Gold, I will find Silver."

Ginger and Jonah both then hugged her. "Thank you, Princess Celestia!"

Celestia hugged them back. "You're very welcome, Ginger and Jonah Gold. I will return with Silver, or not at all!"

Celestia left Sweet Apple Acres, but then realized that she had no idea of where to look first. There were no unusual clues on the farm, and nothing indicating where he had gone. As she pondered, she then heard a fell voice in the air... a distant sound of singing, the wisps of a siren calling Celestia's name. She felt compelled to follow the voice, having a strong feeling inside that it had something to do with Silver. Perhaps he heard the voice and followed it as well? She followed the sounds out of town and into the countryside, eventually taking flight to cover ground more quickly.

After some time, Celestia spotted a structure on the ground below and landed nearby. She closed her wings and reached the top of a hill, overlooking the green but darkened valley below. The veil of night had now overshadowed this land's regular beauty, and even the usual light of the stars could not penetrate the clouds above. In the distance, a ruined spire could be seen. Its pillars of stone and marbled arches jutted into the sky, despite its decay still appearing defiant and desperate to continue its former glory. Celestia recognized it soon enough, having been told of its early splendor by Aurelius. "The watchtower of Turra Galaxia..."

As she observed the tower, a thought occurred in her mind, which in moments grew into a strong sensation. With no doubt, she knew that Silver was there. Overrun with urgency, she began to gallop forward, drawn to the withering tower. She began to feel a sense of reassurance, almost as if a benevolent force was guiding her to her other half.

She soon landed upon the main entrance to the tower, and a new sense of mystique took her. She had never herself seen the antiquities of the Solar Empire, and as delighted as she was to finally get a close look, this feeling was overcome by the conflicting sense of unease and dread, due to its darkened doorways and empty windows among the bleak surroundings. Swallowing her fear, she stepped inside, and quickly formed a ball of magical light at the tip of her horn so she could illuminate the path ahead.

The strange singing could be heard again, whispering through the dim corridors and reverbrating through the cobwebs that had grown between the old paintings of Celestia's long forgotten ancestors. The faint voice called to her, leading her upwards past the crumbling galleries and empty armories inhabited by common insects and pestilence expected of such a tomb, given to distant memory. She ran, feeling as though the voice had belonged to the presence of an archaic matriarch wishing to guide her to Silver.

She eventually found herself at the top of the tower, its breathtaking view once again underplayed by its immediate surroundings. Many statues encircled the stone courtyard, all bearing crowns and brandishing carvings of mighty swords reflecting their kingdoms of old. At the center of the circular and arched platform lied a stone table, upon which Celestia had at last found him: Silver Brighthoof, injured but unconscious, lay motionless atop the platform. Celestia gave out a gasp, delighted to have finally discovered the stallion, yet worried for his condition. "Silver!"

As she ran towards him, one of the statues turned its head in her direction. Spotting this bizarre movement from the corner of her eye, Celestia stopped in her tracks, and turned to examine the stone carving. They appeared to share eye contact, and she detected a strange sense of life.

The statue appeared to form a scowl on its stone face, and in a quick instant a pair of glowing green eyes appeared, the air was filled with a roaring deep hiss and the statue jumped towards Celestia, knocking her onto the ground. The carving's true form was revealed, the blackened form of a Changeling.

As Celestia regained her stance, wide-eyed and heart racing, the other five statues changed their form as well, appearing as more of these creatures. As they closed in around Celestia, their profane magic lifted Silver into the air, before the newly unveiled moon.

"And who would you be, the unfortunate traveler, who dares to come between the Changeling and their prey?" hissed one of the creatures, an evil grin forming on their dark face.

"I recognize this one's sickening light from afar," another of them piped in, showing a strong animosity in their words. "The spawn of the bright lord's loins!"

"It matters little to me," the first Changeling growled. "All flesh, all rotted softlings, all soon dead. Harboring our feed, the succulent love we shall absorb!" As if a great serpent had been awoken, the sounds of these foul creatures could not be mistaken. Celestia recognized them as well. Despite her trembling, she backed away no further, and took a step forward. Her face of fright became that of courage and determination.

"You stand before the new Princess of Equestria," she proclaimed, "the almighty progeny of many Kings and Queens of old. The ruler of this land, and all the lands that have come before it. I know you dark creatures as you are, and I demand that you return to the nothingness from whence you came. I intend to take my dear Silver Brighthoof, and I will leave with him."

The Changelings hesitated for a moment, but in their brash ignorance stood firm. "Your bright lords and softlings will soon kneel in terror before the Changeling Empire, and you will scatter like whimpering curs! You are naught but the living shadow of greater legacies, oh wretched and desperate one!"

The creatures then voiced their vile cries and charged at Celestia. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. A bright light exploded from her horn, sounding of lightning, spiraling outward into her surroundings and echoing into the booming distance. In an instant, the beasts were no more, only sparse piles of dried fragments in their wake.

Celestia took a moment to catch her breath. The faint singing stopped, replaced by the nightly sounds of wind and crickets. She ran to Silver's side, who lied still motionless on the table. Celestia pressed her ear to his chest, and was relieved to find that he was still alive. After a moment he began to stir, and his eyes opened slightly. "Wh-where... Where am I..."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Celestia hugged onto Silver and kissed his cheek. "You're safe," Celestia said softly. "We're in the hold of my ancestors, atop one of their creations. You were taken by Changelings, but they are no more."

"Changelings...?" he whispered. "I don't recall any Changelings, outside of my nightmares... I dreamed that they were devouring me alive, sucking my soul dry. The last thing I remember, I was hit over the head by a strange mare asking me if I was single."

Celestia chuckled. "I guess she didn't like the answer."

"I don't find it very funny, Celestia."

"Let's get you out of here," Celestia said, lifting him onto her back with her magic. "There are far fouler things in the depths of the ancient world than Changelings."

As they began to make their exit, Celestia spotted a dark figure standing ominously on the other end of the hall leading out to the courtyard. She could not make out any features, but it took the shape of a stallion. She once more heard the whispering, this time becoming more loud and aggressive. The singing evolved into ranting, and images flashed into her mind of a decorated warrior bearing the armor and insignias of the Solar Empire. Celestia felt an overwhelming sensation of anger flowing from the figure, but before she could react it suddenly zoomed toward them. Its darkness fell and illuminated a bright spectre, a skeletal armored form phasing and wisping like torn cobwebs. Before it could reach them, Celestia fired a bolt of light into its chest. The spectre's wail echoed into the night as it dissipated, and Celestia quickly flew away from the tower with Silver in tow.

They set down in a nearby forest, and Silver managed to stand up on his own under the trees, donned blue by Lucretia's blessing. Celestia's magenta eyes soon and once again became lost in his, but she retained focus, not a sound but the running water of a nearby river.

"Silver, I am so glad that you're alright, but... I needed to speak with you about something."

"Well, alright," Silver said. "What about?"

"You..." Celestia said. "You love me... don't you?"

Silver's face went slightly red, and he looked down and smiled. "Yeah... Yeah, I do. I would've thought it was obvious. Even when I was a kid I had a crush on you. You make me feel crazy sometimes, you know."

Celestia sighed. "I love you too..." - Silver's smile widened - "... and that's exactly the problem."

"What?" Silver asked. "What do you mean, what's wrong?" Celestia did not answer, and he took notice of her troubled and sullen expression. "What is it, Celestia? You can tell me." He spoke softly, and moved in closer in an attempt to comfort her, his nose touching against hers. This act of affection warmed Celestia's heart for a moment, but her mind raced with the distant pain of his inevitable death. She closed her eyes tightly and winced slightly, but this did little to stop her internal conflict from rolling down her cheeks as she stepped back.

"There's something that I must tell you, Silver," Celestia said. "I regret that I never told you this before, and I understand if it upsets you."

Silver was confused by this sudden act of rejection, and somewhat hurt, but he was intent on hearing Celestia's trouble and helping any way he could. "What is it?"

"My family and I, we're not like common ponies. We're alicorns by birth, we have abilities and gifts not given to any other than Equestria's rulers. The common pony is mortal, afflicted by the decay of time," Celestia said, observing his serious expression, likely knowing what was coming next. "You will die... and I will not." She looked away at the ground and closed her eyes, as the fireflies took light and flew around them.

"So, you mean to say that even after I live as long as I can, you will still be the same age, and you'll continue living forever?"

Celestia nodded softly. "I don't think I could stand the pain of your passing. With how I feel about you, Silver, I don't ever want to lose you."

"So you're trying to lose me now? My dear sunshine, my dear Celestia. You're focusing on the wrong side of it! I'm sure this has been said to death, but don't be sad that something is over, be glad that it happened! Think of it this way, you have the chance to make me the happiest stallion in all of Equestria for the rest of my life. That's a good seventy or so years at the most, and then you'll have the company of our possible progeny. I'll always be with you in spirit, and you'll never be alone, because I'll always be in your memories."

Celestia looked back up at Silver, and a new smile crept along her face. Her outlook began to change; she would have the chance to observe their legacy first hand, even long after he passed on. As if the fire of the sun had once more taken hold of her heart, she approached Silver again and wrapped her arms around him, her nose caressing his neck. They ended the hug and looked into each other's eyes, and without warning Silver pressed his lips against hers. Celestia's body melted, and wrapped her arms around his neck while closing her eyes. Her heart raced, and sparks flew in her mind and soul. After Silver ended the kiss, Celestia felt dazed, and her knees felt weak.

"Looks like you enjoyed that," Silver said with a smile. Celestia could only grin and giggle for a few moments after.

"Th-thank you ever so much, Silver," she eventually said. "I spent this whole time dwelling on myself without even thinking about you."

Silver smiled. "I understand, Tia. I can't pretend to know what it must be like for you, but the fact that you're willing to stay with me despite my limited time here is the sweetest thing I've ever heard of."

Celestia chuckled, once again looking into his eyes. "You probably shouldn't bring up kids this early, though. You have yet to even meet my parents!"

Silver blushed and looked away, chuckling nervously. "Oh, um, right."

"Let's get you home, shall we?" Celestia said.

"Yeah, that would be great... wait, NONONONONONONO-"

Celestia's wing spread apart, and the ground dropped from under Silver's hooves. "You're going to drop me one of these days, Celestia, and if you do I swear to Equus I'll strangle you!" he shouted. Celestia laughed, secure in her grasp, and carried him across the land back to Sweet Apple Acres.

The Journey to Come

Princess Celestia's eyes soon met with the Apple family's rustic homestead. As the dawn's light flooded the earth with its fiery glow, she made her descent with Silver in tow. Silver held fast to his companion, hoping to steal some of her warmth against the piercing cold air, but to his relief its chilling bite subsided as they drew closer to the ground.

"I'm never going to get used to that," Silver said as they made their landing. Jonah and Ginger Gold spotted the two as they tilled in their fields and met with them. Silver was elated to finally have his hooves on solid ground after their flight, and happy to once more see the Apples, who immediately lunged forward and hugged him.

"I'm glad to see you both too," Silver said, returning their affections.

"I'm so happy to see you're okay!" Ginger exclaimed. "What happened to you? You weren't attacked by... Changelings... were you?"

"I'm afraid this was indeed a Changeling attack," Celestia said. "The swarm has not been this bold for quite an age. It's a good thing I found him when I did." Silver nodded.

"I knew it, I just knew it," Ginger said, removing her hat. "My worst fears were true. Land sakes, it's one thing to hear about them through the newspapers, but it's another entirely when they go after your own family, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, Ginger Gold," Celestia said, stepping forward. "My family and I will not rest until this threat is banished from our land. I will be letting my mother and father know about this new attack, and they will be made to pay."

"I don't reckon you know where to start with that, do you?"

"My mother Lucretia has sensed that the leader of the swarm is hiding in the frozen south, but we don't know where. If she can determine an exact location, I will venture there and meet the Queen of the Changelings."

"I want to come with you," Silver said.

Ginger gasped, and her hat dropped from her grasp. "You want to- that's out of the question!" she said. "It's too dangerous, and you just got home!"

"Ginger, I'm a fully grown stallion," Silver said. "I can take care of myself, alright? I need to do this. I want to do this."

"Silver, don't be silly! I know you're big and strong, but this whole deal is far over our heads. Just stay here and let the princess handle this. You belong here."

"Celestia may be a princess, but she won't be able to do it alone. I want to help all I can, otherwise there will be no home left for us."

Ginger looked down and sighed. "Well, I guess in the end I can't stop you. I just want you to be safe. I know you're not really my son, but you still feel like a son to me." She placed her hooves on either side of Silver's face and looked into his eyes, her own face awash with love and concern. "Promise me you'll come home to us again."

Silver gave her a big and warm hug, and she tightly enveloped her arms around his shoulders. "I promise." He released her from his hold and kissed her cheek, then gave Jonah a hug as well before taking Celestia's side. With one final wave goodbye, Celestia and Silver made their way to Canterlot.

"I am definitely glad you chose to come with me, Silver," Celestia said with a smile, "but are you sure this is the best decision for you? Ginger made no exaggeration about how dangerous this all is, and I've not known you to be a fighter."

"I know, but I want to do everything I can to save my home," Silver said. "And I didn't want to leave you alone."

"That's really sweet of you, Silver," she gave him a brief nuzzle, "but I hope you intend to take some training in combat."

"Hey now, I'm not completely useless! I know my way around a fight, and have you seen my kick? Those Changelings just caught me off-guard is all."

Celestia couldn't help but giggle at his remark. "Yes, you sure do know how to whip those apple trees into shape! I'm glad I have you here to save us from fruit."

Silver blushed, somewhat indignantly. "Okay, okay, I get your point. I'll see if I can brush up on my fighting skills."

"If you'd like, I could get you into our military reserves. You would spend three months in a basic training program, and then if you're needed you'll be called upon to defend our nation."

"That sounds great, but I don't think we have three months in this case. Is there maybe a crash course available?"

"Hm, that is true. We'll see what my father thinks. We will be speaking with him anyway."

A gentle breeze then lifted the trees among them, and they soon reached a clearing at the top of a hill. Canterlot could be clearly seen in the distance, a gleaming marvel of architecture perched beside the tallest mountain. Its majesty overlooked every green field and tree below, unmistakably the home of royals.

"There it is," Silver said. "No matter how many times I see it, I never get tired of the view. It's almost magical."

"It is," Celestia said. "The work of my ancestors, an undying home for an immortal family crafted by marble and magic."

"So what are your parents like? I've heard about them, but I've never met them before."

Celestia turned to Silver with a warm grin. "You will never be the same."

Silver was then startled to hear another feminine voice, traveling through the winds and whispering through his ears. He sensed no threat to its tone, but instead had a feeling of benevolent welcome.

"Do you hear that? There's a soft voice in the air..." Silver said, searching his surroundings.

"I'm afraid I don't, but I suspect it is my mother Lucretia greeting you. She has the gift of clairvoyance, and can speak to living creatures from afar."

"Oh. Well, I was already kind of nervous about meeting your parents, but knowing that your mother can read my mind takes it to another level."

"Oh, don't worry," Celestia said, wrapping a wing around Silver's shoulder. "My mother has a heart of gold, and judges not."

"Well, I guess if she's anything like you, she's probably a very lovely mare. Beautiful, poised, loving, and nurturing."

"And I know she will like you. That she tried to contact you is a good sign, in fact!"

Silver looked back outward to the shining city in the distance, and lamented their distance from its splendor.

"Such a long road to travel," Celestia said. "I had thought that walking would ease your mind after being lifted into the air so many times, but perhaps the journey is too much of a cost?"

"Yeah," Silver sighed. "And neither of us have really slept yet. Maybe there's another way."

"Well, unicorns and alicorns can master the skill of teleportation, but it could be disorienting or even dangerous for someone not used to its magic to come along."

"If I had to choose between hours of walking with little sleep to being dizzy for a bit, I think I'd prefer the latter."

"Well... alright. Take my hoof, and I'll take us to my family's castle."

Silver did so, and Celestia closed her eyes. In an instant, Silver felt his body expanding in all directions; his surroundings became a flooding stream of light and stars. He then felt himself rocketing in a single direction, and in an instant he was standing in the courtyard of the Canterlot castle next to Celestia. Disoriented, he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand.

A loud and out-of-breath "whoa" was all Silver could muster for a few moments. "I feel kind of queasy..."

"I told you," Celestia said before lying on the ground next to him. "I'll give you some time to collect yourself, then when you're ready we can go inside. How does that sound?"

"Thank you," Silver said. "I've never done anything like that before... 'disorienting' doesn't even begin to describe it!"

After a few minutes Silver was able to stand, and able to get a clear bearing on his surroundings. Celestia stood with him and smiled. "Are you ready?"

"Not really," Silver said, "but I'm still going to." Although his mind was eager, his nerve remained unsteady. His heart fluttered with excitement, while his stomach shifted to his hooves.

Celestia led him to the main hall entrance, and there they were; perched in their thrones, King Aurelius and Queen Lucretia, in all of their glory. Every thought and word vanished from Silver's mind upon laying eyes on them. Even his nerves escaped him, and his only sensation was that of a dream. He could not speak, so Aurelius stirred and broke the silence in his stead.

"Welcome, Silver Brighthoof, son of Lazarus and Ophelia Brighthoof, to the House of Magnus!" Aurelius declared, a kind smile on his glowing face. "My lady Lucretia informed us of your arrival, and we are happy to finally meet our daughter's suitor."

"Well," Silver said meekly, "it's an honor to meet both of your highnesses as well." He then lowered his head and bowed before them both.

"There is no need for such formality," Aurelius said, approaching Silver. "You honor us already by making our dear Celestia happy."

Silver then stood, chuckling nervously. "Well, thank you, your highness. I'm always happy when Tia is happy."

"Indeed," Aurelius said. "I trust you both have news for us? No trivial matter could summon the laboring poet of Ponyville to our halls."

"Uh, laboring poet...?"

"Unless, of course, I simply wanted to introduce him to you both, Father," Celestia chimed in.

"There is news, indeed," Lucretia said softly, approaching Aurelius' side. "The eyes of this stallion tell more than his voice. He has faced the shape-shifters of the south, the Changelings clawing at our doors." Silver looked away from her gaze, feeling as though she was peering into his soul.

"Another Changeling attack?" Aurelius said, his warm demeanor fading into worry. "I suspected the razing of Coltlumbia was only the beginning. They will become bolder by the day if we don't act quickly."

"What are we to do, Father?" Celestia asked.

"Were it not for the weight of this situation, I would sooner ask you to determine your own solutions," Aurelius said, "but you haven't the experience in this case. Send our armed forces to closely watch our borders, and until further notice there can be no travel to or from our lands. The risk is too great, as they can take the shape of anything or anyone. Our cities and villages will be under closer watch by local armed forces, and any suspicious activity must be reported to them immediately. We shall also notify the neighboring territories so they can remain on guard as well."

"Yes, Father."

"So, if they can change into anything or anyone," Silver said, "how do you know we are who we say we are?"

Aurelius met eyes with Silver upon hearing the question, and then looked to Lucretia, who formed a slight smile.

"Fair enough."

"We will need to make haste," Aurelius said. "Latrodectis must be found if we are to have any hope of keeping Equestria safe. Her goal is obvious, as is the desire of every living Changeling: one by one, piece by piece, the domination of every free creature and plot of land in this world, until all who still draw breath are but cattle, until the planet's surface is empty and soulless. Make no mistake, if they succeed, there is no going back. All that is green and good in the world will be gone."

Silver felt chills rolling down his spine upon hearing this revelation. Thoughts rushed through his mind, images of slavery and destruction. A strong desire to defend what he loved overtook him. "I... don't know what to say to that. I can't imagine it. It's too terrible to even describe. But I would still like to hold out hope that we can stop it from happening. There will always be a reason to fight, always a glimmer of hope to hold on to."

"It seems bleak, yes," Aurelius said. "But I would not give up hope either. I have faith in my young Celestia, and Lucretia and I will offer any help that we can. In the meantime, I imagine you both are aching for a bit of rest, and some hot food."

"It is an odd time of day, certainly," Celestia said, "but I don't mind after last night's ordeal."

"More sleep than food for me," Silver said, "but I don't think I'll sleep well with this quest in mind."

"Don't worry, Silver," Celestia said. "My sister Luna decorates these halls with lush bouquets of enchanted lavender. Anyone who rests their head on a pillow under their watch is guaranteed a rejuvenating sleep."

"Then it is settled," Lucretia said. "Go and find peace in your dreams. Our guest quarters are welcome to you, Silver, or you may sleep in Celestia's chambers."

"He can sleep with me," Celestia said. "It would be more comforting for us both."

Silver blushed slightly at her wording, and the two of them retired to Celestia's bed chambers. Silver couldn't help but admire the castle's architecture and decor on their way there, from the beautiful stained glass windows to the red banners dancing across the ceiling, and the boughs of lavender perched atop the walls.

"This place is so amazing," Silver said. "So where is your sister? I wanted to meet her."

"Luna sleeps during the day now," Celestia said. "Her duty requires her to be wakeful during the night so she can raise the moon and watch over her subjects' dreams."

"I guess that makes sense."

"So this is your bedroom?" Silver asked as they entered her luxurious quarters. "It's huge! I wish I could sleep in a place like this."

"You can," Celestia said with a smile. "You're about to!"

"You know what I meant, Tia! I wish I could live in this kind of place."

"You never know. Maybe that could be arranged as well. I would certainly not complain."

"On the other hand, I would have to leave my current home behind. I don't know... This new ordeal with the Changelings is getting to me either way."

"I'm worried about it too, Silver, but we can't think about that right now. Right now, we need rest."

"I suppose you're right." Celestia laid into her bed, and Silver followed her lead, taking her into a lying embrace. "You're really warm, by the way," Silver said softly, causing Celestia to quietly giggle.

"Goodnight, or morning," she whispered, before giving Silver a kiss and closing her eyes. It wasn't long after they became still that the gentle hold of sleep took them.

Celestia saw a pale light shine at the end of the tunnel in which she stood; following it led her outdoors to a bridge overlooking the steep grassy hills in between Canterlot and the mountain in which it settled. A peaceful river flowed under the bridge from inside the mountain, weaving and splitting through the landscape, and encircling the city below.

Next to her then stood her father Aurelius, who did not acknowledge her presence. Following his somber line of sight, Celestia spotted a number of ponies garbed in black and all carrying blue lamps, all walking slowly along a stone pathway leading to a secluded mausoleum. Near the front of the formation was a large ornate coffin, levitated with magic, accompanied on all sides by royal guards. At the front was Magnus, whose expression was equally dark and sullen. His image was of a stallion who had given up, the life gone from his once brightened eyes.

The grey clouds blanketing the sky then gave way to rainfall. Thousands of crystal shards pattered the ground and sparkled in the warm fire of Aurelius' being. He watched the procession intently, and the rain made it difficult to notice the slow tears that left his eyes. Celestia could hear singing coming from the group below, a sad and otherworldly feminine chanting of an ancient tongue that echoed in the slopes of the mountain. After listening to the song for a short time, Celestia realized that she had heard it before - it was the same song that Aurelius sang to the moon the other night. A eulogy of sorrow for a fallen empress.

Celestia woke a few hours later. She could hear Silver's slowed and steady breaths, indicating that he was still asleep. The dream of Lady Galaxia's burial was still vivid in her mind, along with the feelings it left with her. She could not understand why she was now having these dreams, but she had a feeling. There was then a soft yawn from behind, and a gentle stirring.

"What time is it?" Silver asked groggily, before noticing the look on Celestia's face. "Tia? What's wrong?"

"These dreams, these visions," Celestia said. "Ever since my coronation, every night, I dream of the ancient empire that once reigned supreme. I dream of Lord Magnus, my grandfather, and of Lady Galaxia, my grandmother. I have seen its final moments, and Galaxia's fate. It troubles me so, why I'm shown these images. In our sleep, I saw Galaxia's burial in Canterlot, and the anguish on my father's face. Their eulogy is still fresh in my memory, haunting and tragic yet beautiful."

"Didn't you already know these things?" Silver asked. "They're your family, right?"

"I knew that the Solar Empire fell to ruin, but I had always been told that Galaxia simply transcended to the immortal plane. In these dreams, she is slain in battle. If one of us is killed or mortally wounded, we cannot leave this world. We would be doomed to linger under the dying stars, an earthbound wraith for all of eternity. Maybe Galaxia is still out there, attempting to contact me."

"But as a wraith," Silver said. "Would she even still recognize you? Does Aurelius know this?"

"Undoubtedly," Celestia said. "Perhaps it's why he's still stricken by it to this day, and why he never told Luna or myself her true fate." She then quickly stood and briefly stretched. "I need to speak to him."

"Should I stay here?" Silver asked.

"You needn't stay in my chambers, but I would like to talk about this privately with my father."

Silver and Celestia then left the room and returned to the castle's throne room, where Aurelius and Lucretia could once more be found in their respective seats.

"Greetings to you both! Did you sleep well?" Aurelius asked.

"I had a rather troubling dream, actually," Celestia said. "I should like to speak with you privately, if possible."

Aurelius paused, and then nodded. By the look on his face, he knew precisely what was troubling Celestia. "Meet me in my quarters. My lady, might you offer Silver Brighthoof a bit of company until we return?"

"Of course," Lucretia said. "There are many things to be seen, many sounds to be heard. Go, take your time..." From there she trailed off, and looked directly into Silver's eyes with a grin. Her gaze felt haunting to him, but he could not look away. He was entranced by her piercing blue eyes, and then a feminine voice whispered in his ears.

"Fear not, Silver Brighthoof of Ponyville... You seek to save your home, all things cherished in your heart, yet you fear that you cannot... I will show you what lies beyond the veil of the future, and you will see what you must do... You know where to find me. Its charmed waters call to you."

Lucretia closed her eyes and vanished, leaving Silver in a daze. In his head he wanted to feel afraid of this seeress, but his heart stayed his fear. Before he could think any further, his hooves moved of their own accord out of the throne room and to a side passage leading outdoors.

The walkway led down below the castle and the city, down to a familiar sight - Lucretia's pool, the hidden grove that he and Celestia had visited during her coronation. The water sparkled under the sunlight, like beads of silver and sapphire, and flowed gracefully into streams pouring out of the garden down to the land beneath the mountain. Lucretia stood on its opposite side, waiting for Silver to approach. His eyes fixated on the shallow pool, mesmerized by its glow.

"Step into the water," Lucretia said. "See what you can see."

"What will it show me?" Silver asked.

"I'm afraid I could not say," Lucretia said. "The waters show many things, do many things. Within lie all secrets of this world and the next. Secrets of the past, secrets of the present, and secrets of the future. You will see what you must see."

Silver hesitated momentarily, and then stepped into the pool. The water felt warm and soothing to the touch, and gave a slight tingle to his hooves. Lucretia watched intently as he reached the center. He looked down, but at first could only see his reflection and the sky above. But as he continued to watch, the water grew darker, and he felt heavier and heavier.

Lucretia closed her eyes, and a murky blackness grew below the surface. Images formed in the dark, at first unclear and refracted, but as the water grew still they became pure and clear. Silver saw his home and his farm on a bright and sunny day, and then saw his childhood home. His parents Lazarus and Ophelia appeared momentarily, before making way for images of Celestia smiling and jovial. He saw himself with Aurelius, sparring in friendly combat. He saw Canterlot from a distance, he saw Ponyville, but their sunny backdrops quickly wilted to that of desolation. Canterlot appeared destroyed, and many creatures could be seen flying in the sky. Every tree was dead, the rivers dried, even the sun had failed. Fleeting images followed, flashing ruined towns and insectoid forms before changing to a bright arctic landscape. Silver could see the ruins of a great city half-buried in ice, and saw a spider crawling among its ancient buildings.

It was here that Silver could take no more, and he lifted his head away from the water, startled to find that he was under the water the entire time. He gasped for air as the water seeped from his mane, and he looked to Lucretia. "I... I saw..."

"You saw what you must," Lucretia said. "Your vision is also my own. In the ice of the southern regions lies the ruins of a once great imperial city, and it would seem the lair of Latrodectis, Queen of the Changelings."

"But what about the other things I saw? Everything was dead, destroyed..."

"If our enemy is successful, this world will be gone, as you have seen. Your chosen mission is grave, and your resolve must be strong."

Silver looked back to the water and gave a heavy sigh. "I'm beginning to feel like I took on more than I can handle... I'm just one common stallion from a small quiet town. I'm no fighter, no adventurer. What can I do against such great evil?"

Lucretia approached Silver, looking into his eyes with a smile. "You are also brave and loyal, capable of great things. You simply lack a clear path. Aurelius can leave with you a parting skill, and I shall leave with you a parting gift. Come."

Lucretia led Silver back into the castle, beyond many corridors and stairways into a gallery of various artifacts. The large room was lined with golden pedestals encased in glass, and each displayed mysterious gizmos, jewels, accessories, weapons, books, and other items.

"Remnants of the Solar Empire," Lucretia said. "The works of their sorcerers and craftsmen." She led Silver past many of these items, all of which left him endlessly curious. What immediately caught his eye, however, was one item in particular, given its own alcove at one end of the room. It was a set of six oval gems of many colors encircling a golden pointed wheel. As he examined the artifact, he began to attempt to poke the glass until Lucretia spoke up once more.

"The Amulet of Magnus," she said, drawing Silver's attention back to her. She carried a subtle necklace with a silver chain and a sun pendant with red jewels. "Unbreakable by any earthly means, this amulet can detect danger and will be a beacon of hope at the utmost end of need." She placed the amulet around Silver's neck, and he took hold of the pendant in his hoof.

"Well, thank you! This will definitely prove helpful. I just hope I know how to use it."

"You will know, worry not." Lucretia led him back out of the room. He looked back once more at the mysterious gems, but turned away and followed Lucretia back to the throne room. Aurelius and Celestia had returned, and waited to greet them.

The Brave, Young Brighthoof

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" Aurelius asked. The sun's rays poured in from the open door of his balcony and scattered across the furnishings in his room, their glow rivaling that of the king himself.

"That song you share with the moon," Celestia said. "Galaxia's eulogy, is it not? Such a profound and touching verse."

"Indeed..." Aurelius said, "... and yes. Poetry of my own creation, made into music by our subjects. Why do you ask?"

"In a dream, I heard the hymns of a people grieving. I saw a son and father distraught, and I saw the sky fall upon the remains of a once thriving lady. Her tomb was here in Canterlot, all this time."

Aurelius withdrew his stance and gave the nearby window a pensive stare. "My mother's funeral. Thousands of suns have danced across the sky, and endless lifetimes have since passed since Galaxia was lost, and yet the memory remains fresh in my mind, raw like the morning dew."

"Lost to the living, perhaps, but still bound by her fate to this earth. Galaxia has become a wraith, hasn't she, Father? Is this why you withheld her true death from your daughters?"

"For two thousand years I've searched for her spectral form, all in vain. Not even Lucretia has been able to locate her. But when I sing to her, I feel as though she is singing back. For one short moment, I feel close to her again." Aurelius turned and met eyes with Celestia. "I am sorry that I never told either of you about this. I wanted you to grow up with a happy memory of Lady Galaxia, rather than a chance to dwell on a terrible fate."

"I do wonder when you intended to tell either of us," Celestia said, "But I suppose I can understand. A lifetime of sadness, a childhood wrought by uncertainty and shadow is a curse no light or love can lift."

"A dark thought, indeed. A thought that I had never considered, in fact, but true nonetheless. I suspect that these dreams are a gift of Galaxia, her attempt at contacting you. It leaves me wondering, though, why she would grant you and not her own son this privilege." Aurelius let out a breath of contemplation, and his eyes darted back and forth around the floor.

"I'm afraid I could not give you the answer, Father, but there are other matters concerning me. You know now of Silver Brighthoof's noble ideals and of his quest to help us rid the world of evil, but he knows not what he stumbles into. He has not the skill or reflex of a hardened warrior, nor the sharpened mind of a wisened adventurer. I would hope that you can help to hone his ability, to steady his hand and to ready his mind for what's to come."

"You ask that I would share with this mortal stallion my ages of knowledge and artistry of combat," Aurelius said, returning eye contact with Celestia. "I still do not understand why you have chosen this musician as your betrothed, but I'm at least happy that he makes you happy. For your sake, I shall teach him what I know. But we have not the time to do it here. Along the way, perhaps."

"You don't mean...?" Celestia softly gasped. Her heart fluttered; her father had seemingly intended to follow them on their venture.

"I shall be accompanying you on your quest," Aurelius said with a smile. "To help Silver as best as I can, if he is truly to be with you for all of his days. To help you, if you will truly meet our nemesis."

"Oh, thank you!" Celestia leaped into Aurelius' arms and gave him a hug, causing him to laugh in return. "You've saved me from yet one more awkward request."

"I promised that I would help in any way I could," Aurelius said, holding Celestia's delicate shoulders. "Even if it means I must leave the comfort of my home to protect the welfare of my keep."

"With you, our enemies stand no chance." Celestia beamed at her father's shining countenance, and he reciprocated.

"I expect that Lucretia and Silver are waiting for us by this point," Aurelius said. He made his way to the door and left his quarters, with Celestia turning to follow him.

"Oh, and Celestia, as you may have noticed, I had to raise the sun for you this morning." Celestia stopped and looked outside, then back to Aurelius with a slight look of guilt. "I managed to bring it into the sky in time, but I will not always be around to cover for you. I understand that you were in a predicament last night, but you must be careful not to shirk your responsibilities."

"Yes, Father... I'm sorry."

"You are forgiven. Come, our company awaits us." Together they ventured down the tower into the throne room, as the poet and the seeress made their entrance.

The first sight that caught Aurelius' eye as Silver appeared were the jewels that now adorned his neck; upon his chest now lied the crafts of his forebears, the spiraling sun forged of silver and encrusted with ruby gems, gifted by Lucretia as a token of protection. Aurelius had not seen this adornment worn or used in many centuries, and its memory left a shockwave that coursed through him. "The Amulet of Magnus... entrusted to you, Silver Brighthoof, it is quite a kingly gift. Please use it well, and know that the spirits of its artisans precede you."

"Oh..." Silver said, taking the pendant into one hoof and examining it. "I won't let you down. I'm honored to be its new owner."

"It will keep him safe through his travels," Lucretia said. "When all hope fades, the illuminating light of Magnus will show him the way."

"And I will show him my own ways," Aurelius said, standing face to face with Silver. "I will stand by you both as you meet with the Changelings and their queen. You will make a fighter yet."

"Y-you?" Silver shook slightly out of nerve. "You're going to be training me? And coming with us?" Aurelius nodded with a smile. "There must be others more worthy of your help than me, my King." Silver lowered his head.

"No one is more worthy than you, Silver son of Lazarus, for if you were unworthy of my guidance, I would not have offered it. Trust in me, and my word, and you will change for the better."

Silver looked back upon Aurelius, and upon seeing his bright golden eyes, all uncertainty washed from his being. There was an unknown magic to this alicorn's character, a magic meant to inspire hope and warmth to all in his presence. Silver regained his confidence, and met Aurelius with a proud stance. "You won't be disappointed, King Aurelius. If you allow it, I will learn to become Equestria's greatest warrior."

"I know you will."

"Where do we make from here?" Celestia asked. "I have my eyes set on the frozen south, the Changeling Queen's lair. A teleportation spell should get us there quickly."

"That is indeed our path," Aurelius said. "But we cannot teleport there. Silver is in need of training, and something tells me he isn't too keen on teleporting, being an earth pony."

"You've got that right. Tia and I teleported here, and I felt like I was going to lose my breakfast. Maybe we could take one of those fancy airships you Canterlot ponies use around here?"

"Not a bad idea..." Aurelius said, rubbing his chin softly with his hoof. "Gallius!" At once, Gallius the decorated captain appeared and stood before Aurelius, poised and ready for orders. "Have a zeppelin ready for us by tomorrow morning. We shall be venturing southward." Gallius nodded and bowed, and then made his exit. "In the meantime, I expect you will both be wanting some warm food. Will you join us in the dining hall?" Aurelius started in the direction of the dining area.

"I could go for a nice bit of lunch this time around," Silver said.

"Me too," Celestia said, and they both began to follow Aurelius. Lucretia followed shortly behind.

Celestia's quill scribbled across the bit of parchment that lay on the dining table before her; a list of directives and decrees to be sent to Canterlot's governing bodies for her new emergency orders. Her eye focused intently on her writing, and more than once she paused and re-read her work before continuing. Silver sat next to her and watched her write out of curiosity. A noticeable bout of stress poured from Celestia's face, as she sighed many times amid her legislation. Silver noticed this, and began to rub her back, an action that helped to relieve her even if only slightly.

Celestia then added her signature to the document and poured a healthy amount of candle wax beside it, which she then stamped with the House of Magnus royal seal. A house representative waited from behind, and graciously accepted the document once Celestia was finished with it.

"I get the feeling this will eventually be a daily thing for you," Silver said softly.

"It will, yes, but it is a labor of love. I wish only for the safety and happiness of every pony under my rule, and if this what is required of me, then so be it."

"You could possibly have waited until after lunch though, right?"

"Oh, this is a perfectly normal thing for my family. We read through our daily agendas during breakfast, sign off orders and documents during lunch, and invite dignitaries to debate over dinner."

"Hmm... sounds rough, honestly. Have you never had just a normal, relaxing dinner with your family?"

"On occasion, when my parents needed a break. Until my coronation, it was a responsibility that rested solely on my parents' shoulders. Now it shall be mine and Luna's as well."

"I'll admit I don't know much about running a nation, but I can imagine it'll be really stressful for you. Even if I can't offer any input, I'll always be there for you if you need me."

"Oh, Silver..." Celestia took Silver's hoof into her own two hooves, and a bright glow spread across their faces. "That is all I could ever ask of you."

Aurelius observed them from his seat at the end of the table, remaining silent. He could sense the love in their eyes, having now seen it up close. Just as Celestia and Silver leaned in for a kiss, the door to the kitchen swung open, and they made a startled withdrawal from their moment of romance.

A familiar mare stepped out with a cart full of food, humming idly, and stopped beside the table. "Good afternoon, everyone! For today we've prepared some risotto, prepared with mushrooms, white wine, shallots, chives, and Parmesan with saffron and a nice vegetable broth."

Night later fell upon Equestria, and Celestia laid the sun to rest. The bustle of Canterlot faded to the songs of crickets and the cool softness of the brisk night air. Silver felt no desire to sleep, and instead took his time to explore the castle. His venture led him past the throne room and through the library, where the moonlight shone upon countless tomes through the windows.

Silver found his way through a number of corridors and hallways until he reached the courtyard of the castle. The moon created a soft pale glow on his coat as he set foot outside, and there he came upon Aurelius, who had seated himself at the far end overlooking the lands at the seat of the mountain. Aurelius, whose red and yellow hues contrasted sharply with the cool blues of the night sky, turned his head slightly after noticing Silver's presence. "You should be resting," he said. "We have a long journey ahead of us, a long ways to go."

"You should get some sleep too, then," Silver said.

Aurelius stayed silent for a moment, and resumed his watchful eye on the settlements below him. "Sleep has escaped me for many moons, Silver Brighthoof. I know not of its comforts, save for a taste in the quiet hours of the early morn. There is too much to think about, and not enough that my dreaming can satisfy."

"That doesn't sound healthy," Silver said, taking a seat by Aurelius' side. "You should try, at least." The trees whistled softly around them, and their leaves dropped softly onto the stone paths below them.

"I am flattered that you care, but you needn't worry about me. Through day and through night, I will carry on. From the songbirds of early dawn to the fireflies of twilight breaking, here I will always stand."

"So, what do you do at night then, if you don't get much sleep?"

"As I said, I have a lot to ponder. I spend the nights lost in my thoughts. Thoughts of the past, thoughts of the present, thoughts of what may be. I think often of my daughters, and the great things I see in them both. Luna as a lady of dreams, and Celestia as a beacon of warmth and guidance for every mare and stallion on this earth." Aurelius broke his gaze and focused his glowing eyes on Silver, and the corners of his mouth turned upward. "She is very fond of you, as I'm sure you know. She has spoken of you many times."

"I know, and I love her, too. I can imagine already what she's said about me. But what I'd like to know is what you've said."

"The mystery of the love you both share eludes me." Aurelius shifted his eyes back and forth across the various features of the darkened lands outside of their reach. "I have told her thus far that there is no future for you together. She will outlive you by a great many generations, and I had predicted nothing more than an eternity of grief for her if she falls in love with you."

"An eternity of grief, or perhaps an eternity of legacy? Maybe you've only focusing on the negatives? I've said this already to Celestia. What if she spends the rest of her life with me in her memory, and what if she gets to watch our descendants grow and have children of their own?"

"You still need to convince me that you are right for my daughter, Silver Brighthoof. There is one thing yet that I have not told her, for the sake of her own happiness, and it will rest greatly on how suitable you are for her. Thankfully, I will have the chance to spend time with both you and Celestia, and I shall see if you are destined to be with her."

"What is it? I won't tell, don't worry."

"I'm sorry, but will not grant you any secrets to keep from Celestia. You will find out in due time."

"Well, I hope it's a good enough secret for you to keep from her."

"Everything I do, I do out of love for my daughter." Aurelius stood, and started for the inside doors out of the courtyard. "I'm going to retire to my quarters for the night. You should get some rest, Silver Brighthoof. Tomorrow we make for the southern reaches, and your training will begin."

Silver was then left alone, as the glow of the fiery king left him and the shadowy foliage behind. His mane flowed with the breeze, his icy eyes fixed on Aurelius as he made his exit. Silver's mind held nothing more at that moment than what that secret might be, what Aurelius might have found necessary to keep from Celestia.

Silver shook his head in defeat, and returned inside to Celestia's quarters to rest for the night. She invited him into her soft velvety bed to sleep, and Silver accepted her invitation eagerly. He closed his eyes, and he slowly drifted away into the realm of dreams.

The Journey Begins

Celestia shut her eyes, and before the breaking dawn came the light of day, over the top of the distant trees and sparkling on the shingles and masonry of Canterlot came the heavenly warmth of the sun once more. Silver Brighthoof lay by her side, half-burdened by sleep, and fully enraptured by the view.

"I've always lived for the morning," Silver said. "It always has the most beautiful colors. Red and yellow, violet and blue. Peaceful silence, wet grass. Pure bliss."

"Consider it my daily gift to you," Celestia said, looking down at Silver.

"Oh, Celestia... thank you." Silver stood and nuzzled Celestia's neck, and she leaned into his gentle touch. The scent of her perfume flooded his senses and ignited his heart. Celestia shivered at the tender brush of his lips, and her breath seized as they imprinted onto her neck. Silver's arms draped across her shoulders and back, and every warm kiss sent a hot jolt through Celestia's body. She wrapped her arms around her lover and softly nipped at his ear.

Silver could feel her hot enticing breath, and their sounds of passion added to the magical morning atmosphere around them. He finally worked his way to Celestia's lips, and they shared a deep and fiery kiss. Celestia pulled him in closer until every part of their being became one, and she felt Silver's heart beating against her chest. The world around them crumbled away, and they soared through the stars in their own universe. They would have become lost in their love, were they not interrupted by a clearing of the throat behind them. They quickly stepped back a bit with flushed faces, and saw Aurelius watching them.

"We're almost ready to leave," Aurelius said, briefly staring down Silver before walking back inside.

"Did you see the way he looked at me..?" Silver asked quietly.

"Don't worry about it..." Celestia pulled him back in and buried her head in his chest. In that moment, it felt for her as though all of time had stood still, and they were the last ones standing. Every breath he took was like the flow of a calming river, and the gentle beat of his heart like a soothing lullaby. Silver's nerves melted back away, and he rubbed his hooves across her back.

"We still should probably get going, though," Silver said. "I don't think our ride is going to wait for us."

"Just a few more moments, Silver..."

"Well, okay." Silver rested his head above Celestia's and closed his eyes.

Silver, Celestia and Aurelius arrived at the docks by Canterlot, with Lucretia following behind. The steps led through the outer wall down to a grassy cliffside dotted by trees and carved with waterfalls, populated by town residents who had caught wind of their expedition and wished to see them off. The main sight, however, was the large zeppelin anchored to the boarding ramp. A streamlined vessel of gold and oak, crystal windows and lifted into the air by a gilded capsule of helium equal in size to its load. Two large fins protruded from either side to allow for steering, along with a stabilizing fin on the back end.

"It seems we have quite the boarding party," Silver said.

"Our mission is quite inspiring to many ponies," Celestia commented. "It is no surprise to me that we would receive so many well wishes for keeping them safe."

Celestia and Silver boarded the ship, and Aurelius turned back to meet Lucretia.

"You have not left this castle in many a year, Aurelius," Lucretia said. Her bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and left a flutter in Aurelius' heart.

"We will be coming back, my lady," Aurelius said. He took her hooves, and for a moment their souls intertwined. He leaned in and kissed Lucretia, then stroked her mane with a smile. "I have always loved you, Lucretia. From the day we met, to where we stand now, that is one thing that has not and will never change."

Lucretia returned his bright expression and rested her arms on his shoulders. "There lies the sentimental warrior who had taken hold of my heart... go. I will be there if you need me." Aurelius boarded the zeppelin, and the anchor was set loose. Lucretia watched them depart with a serene look in her eyes, and raised her hoof to wave them goodbye before vanishing.

The craft swayed as it broke free, causing Silver to grab hold of the nearest secure object - in this case the outer railing. The ship's captain stood fast in his cabin overlooking every deck, his strong arms in firm control of the wheel.

"You cannot tell me you're afraid of flying as well!" Celestia said with a giggle at Silver.

"I'm not afraid! Just, getting a feel for it!" Silver let go of the railing and began to step towards Celestia, but the constant rocking of the ship tossed him off balance. "Why can't we keep our hooves on the ground?"

Their ride leveled as it took its main course, and they began to ascend higher into the heavens. As they began to reach the clouds, a shield of iridescent magic appeared and encircled the ship before becoming invisible.

"What's that for?" Silver asked.

"So we may still breathe," Aurelius said. "At this height, the air is too thin for land creatures. It also helps for inconvenient weather." The cloud layer surrounding them shifted out of their path, and left a layer of condensation over their shield. "Have you found your footing, Silver?"

"Yeah..." Silver tapped his hooves at the deck. "I think so."

"Good. Follow me." Aurelius led Silver away from the clouds and sky to his cabin above deck. It was a home away from home - a well-made bed lay at the far end of the warmly lit room with red linens and mahogany wood. A desk was seated beside the bed with a neatly arranged stack of parchment and an ink well with a quill waiting to be used. A single cross-hatched window filled the room with daylight, and candles gave light to the corners of the room not touched by the sun. Another door could be seen ajar, partially revealing a lavatory. The room was also furnished by a dresser and couch, and various decorative items and paintings added a touch of homely flavor to the space.

"Wow, this is really nice for a ship! What did this cost you?" Silver asked as he looked around.

"I own this ship, actually," Aurelius said. "My only cost was to pay the captain and crew who run and maintain it, as well as our food and supplies. If you think this is nice, you should see the room I have reserved for you and Celestia."

Silver's heart fluttered with excitement. "Oh, I can't wait! Can we go take a look now?" Silver smiled at Aurelius, and he tapped his front hooves back and forth.

"In good time," Aurelius said with a chuckle. "For now, we have an obligation to meet." Aurelius opened a panel of the side wall with his magic, revealing an array of bladed weapons secured to the backboard. He selected a medium sized steel sword and inspected it, then presented it to Silver. "Have you used one of these before?"

"I've held one before, but never used it..." Silver studied the weapon, and eyed the markings on the hilt and blade. A strange writing, in a seemingly dead language. "What is this writing on the sword?"

"That is Old Ponish. This sword once belonged to Lord Cynefrith, Thane of Suthermearc which spanned the southern half of Equestria one thousand years ago. Although his tribe and us Imperials had our differences, they were cast aside once the Empire died. He was a friend to me, and I promised that I would care for his blade. The writing says, 'From the arm of Equestria to the sting of my steel, may your enemies know no mercy and may your name be unforgettable.'"

"Wow... and you're letting me use your friend's old sword?"

"Hm, when did I say that?" Aurelius teased.

Silver blushed. "Oh, w-well, it just seemed like you were about to-"

"Here, see if you can hold it." Aurelius smiled and handed the sword to Silver.

Silver clutched the handle between his teeth, thankfully softened by wrapped leather. His strength made the task simple, and the sword's craftsmanship was so elegant and precise that balancing it was no challenge whatsoever.

"Very good!" Aurelius said. "Although, higher quality blades such as this are designed to be easily wielded by anyone. Carrying your weapon is only one thing, though. Being able to use it effectively is another entirely." Aurelius withdrew another similar sword from his own personal armory on the wall. "Come, let us see what you can do."

The pair returned to the outer deck, where the clouds had darkened and begun to pour rain onto their magical barrier. Aurelius stood at the opposite end of the deck, with some distance between himself and Silver. "Alright, Silver Brighthoof," Aurelius said firmly, "Hit me. If you can." He took a firm grip of his chosen sword with his jaws. Silver trembled slightly, having never been challenged before. What if he couldn't, or worse, what would happen if he did manage to strike Aurelius?

Silver took a deep breath, and clutched the Thane's sword. He eyed his waiting target, and then charged. Aurelius lowered his stance and spread his hooves a bit, and with one swing and a loud clang Silver's sword flew from his grip. Silver stopped and looked back to watch it clatter across the deck.

"Try again, and this time tighten your grip just a bit. Not too tight, mind you."

"Right..." Silver retrieved the sword and came for Aurelius once again. This time he clenched his teeth over the sword's handle, and with another loud clang he found that he was still holding onto it, but the contact had sent a powerful vibration that shocked his skull and rattled his teeth. He dropped the sword and grabbed his head, eyes tightly shut.

"I said not too tight, Silver. And don't tighten your neck as much during the impact; you will want a way to redirect it so it doesn't travel straight through your skull. I will give you a moment to recuperate, and if you'd like we can try again."

"Okay... okay, I'm ready. Let's try again." Silver picked up his sword, and Aurelius took his position. Silver started for his position, but suddenly turned and lunged for Aurelius. Aurelius was briefly startled, but kept his guard up and managed to block every one of Silver's swings and blows. The metallic clangs drew Celestia's attention, who returned outside to watch. Their swords locked together, and Aurelius pushed Silver to the ground.

"Come on, quit fooling around and hit me!" Aurelius shouted. Silver panted and stood himself back up. His brow furrowed in frustration.

"This isn't exactly a fair match, Aurelius," Silver said. "You're way more powerful than me!"

"You have yet to see my power, Silver Brighthoof. Perhaps we should duel with my sword of choice?" Aurelius drove his steel blade into the wooden deck, and a fiery light sparked from his horn. A great blazing sword materialized and lit their surroundings, wielded and manipulated by magic. Silver was left speechless, and took a few steps back.

"See?" Silver said. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I can't do magic. Can't we stick to weapons I can use?"

"My young stallion, you carry the Amulet of Magnus around your neck! It can sense danger, and if you can learn to speak to it, you can perform acts of magic as well. It calls to its wearer, and you need only heed its call. Close your eyes, shut away the outside world, and listen for it. Let your needs be known."

Silver shut his eyes and began to search through his mind. Images fleeted of Aurelius and Celestia, as well as Canterlot and his home. His mind wandered and shifted of its own accord, until he was finally able to calm and clear it. A faint whisper could be heard from the recesses, a soft voice that grew closer as he focused on it. The voice echoed his name, and Silver could hear it more and more clearly. Come to me, he thought. Bring me the help I need. Fight with me, and give me a blade to match my opponent's.

Another large sword of a deep blue magical energy appeared before Silver, startling him out of his meditative state. The amulet he wore was glowing brightly, and he found that he intuitively knew how to handle his new blade. Silver was breath-taken by this new feat, and could only gasp and smile as he swung the sword to and fro. "Whoa, Aurelius, look! I did magic!"

"My father's artisans knew what they wrought when they forged their arcane crafts. It will serve you well, indeed. But for now, you must focus. Get a feel for your new blade, and let me know when you are ready."

Silver tested the energy sword out for a few moments, and then steadied it. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Alright then." Aurelius took his stance. "Hit me... if you can."

Silver paused, and then charged at Aurelius. Their swords crashed together, creating a burst of violet light particles and crackling sounds with every clash of their blades. Even with this new advantage, Aurelius could still easily block Silver's every move and demonstrated a masterful skill at sword fighting.

He pushed Silver back again, who only growled irritably and came back for more. He swung his sword madly and clumsily at Aurelius, and was denied every time. Aurelius parried Silver's sword out of the way and sneaked in a hard kick, knocking Silver to the ground and leaving his magic weapon to dissipate. Silver panted heavily and tried to stand again. There was a familiar metallic taste in his mouth, and he spat a bit of blood onto the deck. Aurelius dismissed his own sword and stood over Silver's weakened body.

"You have much to learn, Silver Brighthoof, but be grateful that you have me to help you." Aurelius extended his hoof, and Silver took it. Celestia came to his side as well to help him back up.

"I knew I would be bad, but this feels embarrassing," Silver said as he stood. His knees trembled, but he remained strong.

"Do not be embarrassed. After all, you are an earth pony sparring with an ancient and powerful alicorn. When you consider that, you actually did very well for your first fight with me."

"I think you did wonderfully for your first time as well, Silver," Celestia said. "But I could tell you were frustrated."

"Indeed," Aurelius said. "We are done for today. We will start again tomorrow, and until then I want you to think over our fight today, and look for areas where you might have fallen astray. Sword-fighting is about looking for gaps in your defense and closing them. At the same time, it is about looking for and taking advantage of gaps in your opponent's defense." Aurelius then took his sword and returned to his cabin.

Silver searched for the Thane's sword, and spotted it on the other side of the deck. He lifted the sword and stood it up against the outer railing, eyeing its intricate markings before resting his arms on the rail as well. He looked out to the brightening clouds around them, deep in thought. He could feel the bruises forming on his body, and his stomach tied at the thought of what would come the next day.

Celestia joined him and rubbed his back. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've just been pummeled by a hard dose of reality," Silver said. "I've always imagined myself as a decent fighter, but now it's been made all too clear that I don't know the first thing. I hope I can live up to your father's expectations."

"I know you will," Celestia said, caressing Silver's chin. "And I think my father knows you will, too. He would not have bothered to help you if he didn't."

Silver looked to Celestia, and a grin formed on his face. "Thank you, Tia. You always seem to know what to say." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss, then turned his attention down below, at the tiny farmlands and patches of woodlands skipping across their view. "Where do you think we are right now? I never bothered to find out how fast this thing goes."

"It does move pretty fast," Celestia said, looking down with him. "We can find out where we are in the map room. Come with me."

Celestia led Silver below deck to a large room below the living quarters. The room was darkly lit aside from a few candles and the pale light of the holographic round map table in the center. The map displayed a geographic map of the lands surrounding them, with their ship as the central focus and markers for nearby cities and landmarks.

"Wow..." Silver said, resting his front hooves on the edge of the map table and taking in all of its details. "You'd think something like this would be with the captain."

"This one is for visitors. The captain's map is in his cabin and has much more information." Celestia examined the map as well, and nodded. "It looks like we're approaching Fillydelphia."

"Wow, that was fast," Silver said. "But isn't that east of Canterlot? I thought we were going south."

"We are going south, but the ship always makes stops at nearby cities for fuel. We will likely only be there for ten to twenty minutes."

"I guess that makes sense. I've never been to Fillydelphia before... do you want to watch the approach with me?"

"I would love to."

The couple returned to the upper deck and headed to the zeppelin's bow, but their view was unfortunately obstructed by clouds too stubborn to clear out. Silver let out a sigh. "Never mind, I guess."

"It's alright. We'll be able to see the city once we begin descending."

"Hey, do you hear that?" Silver could hear a distant sound ahead of them, like the far-away cry of thunder.

"It sounds like a storm is ahead..." Celestia spotted flashes of warm light below the cloudy blanket in the distance, each flash accompanied by the same sound.

"That's one strange storm... Maybe we should see what Aurelius thinks?"

"We'll find out what it is either way, once we descend below the clouds."

"I'm going to find your father," Silver said before taking off to Aurelius' cabin. The airship indeed began to descend as it came close to Fillydelphia, and they became immersed in a billowy fog. Celestia had a distressing feeling, as though a distant terror dwelled beneath their comfort, as if a spawn of devilry awaited in the city. She heard the thumping of hooves, and turned around to see Aurelius and Silver running to her side.

"You said you saw red flashes followed by thunder?" Aurelius asked.

"Yes. We thought it might be a storm, but we felt otherwise."

"There is no storm in this world with red thunder," Aurelius said in a somber tone. "Only the fire storms of the eastern serpents." They descended below the clouds, and the landscape became clear. Fillydelphia lay dead ahead, but it was not the shining healthy city known to all. Smoke rose from many of its buildings, and a flying shadow could be seen above.

From their distance aloft, Aurelius could see the calamity before them - a great horned fire drake from the east had set upon this peaceful city along the shore, and set their ramparts aflame. Their homes lay in ashes, and even with arrow after arrow he would not relent his attack. For this ancient city was nothing to the scaled creature, who saw only arrogance and oppression in every fearful eye below his watch.

The dragon gave mercy for one fleeting moment as he lifted his glistening crimson form back into the air. With one majestic swoop, he returned for more, and a storm of wind and fire erupted from his maw. None in his path were spared, not stone nor wood nor any breathing soul. The shadow of the flame dragon fell upon the ground, and marked the doom of anyone among who felt its chill.

"A dragon?!" Silver cried. "Is there no end to our enemies?"

"There is none," Aurelius said, a hint of anger seeping from his voice. Aurelius watched the destruction unfold, and his wrath grew. "I will stop this. Both of you, wait here."

"I want to help you," Silver said. "I have the amulet-"

"No!" Aurelius barked. "You will stay here. You cannot fly, and you are not ready." He leaped from the comfort of his airship and unfolded his wings, ignoring Celestia's concerned protests, and aimed to meet with the dragon. The grand scale of the drake engulfed much of the town in ruin below him, and Aurelius seemed minute in size by comparison.

"HOLD!" Aurelius bellowed, his voice reverberating across the nearby mountaintops. The dragon stopped in his tracks and faced Aurelius, each flap of his mighty wings creating a gust of wind equal to his stature. The flame in his eyes rivaled the glow of Aurelius, and seethed with malice.

"Well well, the Bright Lord has gifted me with his presence," the dragon said in his own growling voice. He dropped from the air and perched over the town he had destroyed, and buildings crumpled below his feet with every step. "Is it all you had expected, filth? One favor for another, our paths equaled. Your world burns, as ours burned many days past."

"We made peace with your kind long ago, dragon!" Aurelius shouted, his voice augmented by magic. "Begone, disobedient worm, and return to your hole!"

"Oh, but I cannot do that," the dragon said. "Our Dragon Lord is weak, foolish to trust you crawling things. It matters not to me what vile oaths you made with our elders. You wretched vermin will burn, and you shall not stop me. This is only the beginning, and only your end!" The dragon gave a thundering roar as his jaws came alight, and a blast of hot flame rocketed towards Aurelius. A shield of light spread from Aurelius' horn and kept the dragon's breath at bay, but not without a visible struggle. Celestia and Silver watched from the safety of their ship, and both felt a strong urge to come to his aid.

"I don't understand," Celestia cried. "We have had peace with the dragons for over a thousand years!"

"If it's not one thing, it's another," Silver said. "This dragon is probably - or perhaps hopefully - a rogue."

"I'm going to help him." Celestia leaped as well from the zeppelin and soared through the sky to take Aurelius' side. The dragon lifted his attack in response, and his reptilian eyes darted back and forth between them both.

"And who is this, your daughter?" the dragon asked. "Tell me, filth, how shall you challenge me after watching your precious offspring die?" The creature launched his breath attack again, but this time targeted Celestia. Aurelius panicked momentarily, but Celestia was not defenseless. She formed a shield of her own, a brilliant spread of auroras that stopped the fire in its tracks. The dragon gave them his all, but they were not swayed. Exasperated, the dragon shook its head and unleashed a furious cry that shook the very foundations of the world around them.

"You have no place here, snake!" Aurelius boomed. "Go back to your home, return and face the ire of your masters!"

"You fools!" The dragon lunged towards them, and they darted out of his reach. His claws lashed into the nearby mountain and shore chunks of rock from its peak. "Did you think your arrival was unexpected? Did you not think I knew you would try to stop me?!"

The dragon continued to try for them, and so Aurelius and Celestia began leading him out and away from the ruined embers where the city once stood. The dragon had foregone his flight due to their size, and instead clawed at the earth and tore away at the mountains and woods to keep up with them, once or twice losing balance and falling before pulling himself back up.

"You have nothing left, Bright Lord! You are but flies to me, locusts to be crushed under my wings!" The fury in this fire drake's eyes smoldered with intensity, but suddenly dissolved and gave way to both wonder and fear as his gaze shifted between them. Lucretia materialized her appearance behind Aurelius and Celestia and flew in front of them, bearing an furious face of her own.

"Lucretia-?!" Aurelius cried in shock, but was stunted into silence by a blast of sound and light from Lucretia's horn. The dragon instantly fell stunned and visibly tortured by immeasurable pain as he shrieked, writhed, and shouted into the sky.

"You are NOTHING to us!" Lucretia shouted. Her deepened voice sent a chill down Celestia's spine, and Aurelius could only watch silently. The ground quaked below them, and the sounds of many thunderstorms filled the sky. "We came before you, we will come after you, you have no place to defy your Lords! Go back to your home, dragon, and never return, or we will DESTROY you!"

The magic attack was mercifully lifted, and the dragon gave one last cry of pained defeat before scrambling back into the air and flying away as fast as it could. The beast made one last took at Aurelius, his face twisted with indignance and vengeance, and disappeared into the horizon. Lucretia panted heavily, and the anger in her eyes subsided.

"I cannot begin to thank you, my love," Aurelius said, swooping to support Lucretia's weakened body, "but you do honestly scare me sometimes."

"He will return, Aurelius," Lucretia said softly. "A Changeling swarm is easily quelled, but there are few things in this world can stop a rogue dragon. I will watch the skies closely during your travels, and do what I can to keep Vilmareth at bay."

"Vilmareth?" Celestia asked.

"That is his name..."

Aurelius and Celestia escorted Lucretia back to their zeppelin, and Silver, having seen the entire ordeal, ran to meet them.

"What in the world was that?!" Silver said. "One moment it looks like both you and Aurelius are done for, then Lucretia comes out of nowhere and suddenly that dragon runs home as fast as he can!"

"Never underestimate my wife, Silver Brighthoof," Aurelius said.

"I must return home," Lucretia sighed. "I will be watching you all from afar, and if you ever need me, I will know."

"Thank you, my lady," Aurelius said. They met each other's eyes longingly for a moment then, before sharing a kiss. Lucretia smiled and wrapped her arms around Aurelius, and he returned the gesture as she de-materialized.

Silver looked up to the captain's perch, and could see his sullen face from beyond the window. He began to turn the ship away, causing Celestia distress.

"Wait!" she cried. Celestia ran to the captain's cabin. "We need to land at the city, we need to search for survivors!"

"Celestia, no one survives a dragon attack," Aurelius said. "There are no survivors, and we haven't the time to look in any case. We need to keep moving."

"A great landmark of Equestria has been set to ruin, scorched by the vengeful wrath of a mighty serpent, and you would have us turn away and shut our eyes to it?"

"Fillydelphia will be rebuilt. Equestria has taken worse hits than this. Much worse."

Celestia began to breathe more heavily, and her eyes ran with upset. "But, but we can't just-"

The zeppelin by then had made its distance from the ruined city, and Aurelius took Celestia in for a tight hug. "I know how you feel, my dear daughter. I feel it too. The cries of a thousand souls, all made silent by an unforgiving evil. But you must understand that there are some things that cannot be reversed. Some things that cannot be justified. I have seen many dragon attacks, and I have faced the serpents of the eastern lands. They leave none alive. All we can do is carry on, and keep moving forward."

Celestia sighed and returned her father's love. Silver stood at the railing nearby and stared at the smoldering wreckage, his unmoving steely eyes hardened by the disaster he had witnessed. "So that's it then," he said. "No more Fillydelphia for my generation. Mark my words, the new Fillydelphia will have a grand monument in memory of this tragedy."

Their craft made its way southward to Baltimare, and the remnants of Fillydelphia grew smaller and smaller until it became a speck on the horizon. Celestia joined Silver in watching the city before leaving for their cabin.