Sometimes princesses can forbid something for. An unwanted story. Something that might embarrass them. But sometimes the Princess themselves would like to forget the events of bygone days. Life was hard then. But even for the harsh old days, it was too terrible. She want to forbid themselves to think about it.
With an inexplicable anxiety in her chest, with a dark, mad premonition, Celestia had been watching the city gates of proud Stalliongrad from the early morning, when, by her order, a delegation -- consisting of an earth pony, a Pegasus and a unicorn -- symbolizing the brotherhood of the ponies of Equestria -- entered the city.
This Trinity has been inseparable since the beginning of the unification of the ponies of Equestria under a single banner. So who, if not them, have the strength to prove stubborn Stalliongrad that Equestria is only peace, tranquility and harmony?
But why, then, so anxious heart in princess breast? Why is Celestia eyes so restless? Why is it, almost forgetting about their duty of a leader to always look like a model of stability and tranquility to their subjects, shifting from hoof to hoof, her wings, as if ready to throw herself does not know where?
Celestia blinks, and this brief fraction of a second stretches out for her into eternity. Too strong this image of a strange, inexplicable and frightening nightmare meeting. That was the beginning of everything.
Both Sisters were still young foals, and the lands of the future Equestria were inhabited only by the dying corner of the pony civilization and the wendigos raging in the contentious bacchanalia. Two sisters, two best girlfriends in the world, playing, went to one of the many caves Canterlot's mountains. Suddenly, a bright light blinded them. Wiping her eyes with a hoof, Celestia looked around, but the moon was nowhere to be seen. She wanted to shout, to call her — but she couldn't. A shadow fell on her. A peacock-like figure hovered over the colt. Feathers with a bluish tint, bird features. But more Celestia could not see, no matter how hard she tried: the figure blurred, as if doing hundreds and thousands of things at the same time. And, if that wasn't enough, it seemed to the foal disgustingly, sickeningly wrong. Although it was impossible to distinguish any single detail of the creature, Celestia saw, felt, knew that the creature was looking down at her with a crooked grin. The gauntlet has been thrown. The forces of darkness proud.
"Sis?" Celeste Heard a low, frightened whisper in her head. She would have cringed herself, shrunk into a ball of fright — but then Celeste, suddenly even for herself, felt a steel rod in her.
"Don't worry, I'm with you" — not so much by words but by the feelings she said.
The challenge is thrown - the challenge is taken.
An awry creature made a mocking scream.
"Two of you. One will fall into Darkness. The other will rise above the sun, will be an ideal — but it will not be enough. And the four of you will praise us."
After a short speech, the creature burst into mad laughter, and the world curled into a shining kaleidoscope, which endlessly reflected the laughter, someone's cat's pupil, predatory fang, scattering of stars and endless darkness. And both sisters, having received his soul the heavy load, returned into even more grim reality of the cave.
Slowly the gate opened. With bated breath, all he kept his eyes fixed on the widening gap. The Equestrian delegation came out of it in a wedge. And there was something... awry. Several long seconds no one could understand the reason for this feeling. Suddenly there was a gasp of horror thousands of shocked ponies: the delegation of the three Nations returned from the city of earth ponies... become the earth ponies. The unicorn walked without horn, the Pegasus without wings, and only the earth pony looked intact.
Celestia felt a growing lump of anger. She became drier and more muscular. Her teeth extended into sharp fangs. In the cat's pupils flashed thermonuclear explosions, and the mane blazed. With one mighty flap of its wings, she flew up several tens of meters, scorching the top of the hill on which it stood.
Passionate and sultry voice, using reverberant Royal Canterlot Voice, she began:
— "You refused to talk to alicorn, citing the fact that I do everything for my ego. Then you broke the sacred law of hospitality by maiming my friends. SO MEET THE NEW, IMPROVED VERSION OF ME!"
In terror even her own army of Celestia staggered backwards. Bolts and arrows flew into her from behind the walls of Stalliongrad, but they simply evaporated, flying too close to it. A heavy, low rumble grew. Celestia lit up like a supernova. Everyone turned and ran away, screaming in pain and panic. The hum grew louder, the supernova ball grew. Finally, he separated himself from the burning figure in the sky and inexorably headed straight for the center of Stalliongrad.
— "THE STRONGHOLD WALL CAN'T PROTECT YOU! STALLIONGRAD WILL BURN IN A FLASH OF OBLIVION! WILL REMAIN ONLY DUST AND ASH!"
The cry of thousands of the living drowned in the hiss and roar of Hellfire.
Celestia blinks and a tear rolls out of her eye, which instantly evaporates from the heat surrounding her. Celestia felt her soul burn in the flames of madness, fueled by anger and pride. She learned not to climb over the corpses to the throne of the Kingdom of peace and harmony. In tears, she prays to forgive, admitted all mistakes! She hates who she's become. But late. Soul burns, not to find her salvation.
A thin line between the two extremes of one of the same personality.
Celestia go out. Again has become soft and rounded. Hard landed.
—"So meet the new, improved version of me... with a wicked grin she murmured, and in her usual pupils only briefly flashed the flame of madness."
White-winged fell into a trap of pride.
The false gods triumph.
I was there when Celestia fell.
