How My Daughter Saved Equestria

It was night. The stars twinkled above, and the moon cast its pale, haunting, yet beautiful light upon the many cottages that dotted the hills just below Canterlot. I stood on the balcony of our room, wanting very much to believe that the amazing white orb would come down and rest on my shoulder. After all, it was my duty to raise it each night before retiring to bed with Twilight. As far as the dreams of Equestria were concerned, Luna’s personal protégé, Dream Weaver, would wind her way through the slumbers of our citizens. She did an excellent job protecting everypony from nightmares, and we were heavily in her debt.

“Aren’t you coming to bed, love?” Twilight asked me sweetly.

“Yeah, sweetie, I’ll be there in a second.”

I forced myself away from the magical scene laid out in front of me, and to an even more amazing thing stretched out behind me: my wife. Her ever flowing mane sparkled and danced in the moonlight, and she gave me a look of love as I crawled into bed and wrapped her up. “Wanna…have some fun?” I asked her suggestively.

“Not tonight,” she said with a tired voice, “tomorrow’s our weekly sex night. Besides, I wouldn’t want to break this apart.”

She and I met and the kiss was magnificent. It drove away the minor lust I was feeling, replacing it with a soft, gentle love. Her lips were as cool as the night itself, and I felt her begin to edge her way deeper into the crook of my body. Before I knew it, she had taken both of her glorious wings and wrapped them around me, breaking our kiss and smiling with happiness. “There,” she said, “I think that’ll do.”

“Do for what, darling?”

“For everything,” she responded, snuggling even further into me and falling asleep on my shoulder.

Did you ever feel like everything in the world was perfect? Like there was one moment in your life where every single aspect of existence was absolute? This was that moment for me. I reflected on the five amazing years we had spent together, and a small thrill went through me when I realized that we would have thousands more. As Alicorns, the magic flowing within us granted us such long lives, and we were the complete beneficiaries of them.

Twilight’s soft, warm coat created a cocoon of gentleness and love, and I soon found myself lulled to sleep against her. Every breath I took was filled to overflowing with her sweet, subtle aroma. It didn’t bludgeon me, like some of the fancy perfumes Rarity wore, but rather played with my nose. It seemed to be something of a prankster, letting me almost smell its beauty, and then darting backwards just a little bit. But soon enough, it flowed regularly, and that night’s sleep was one of the soundest I’ve ever experienced…all up until about 4:00.

Everything was right. Twilight and I slept peacefully, wrapped in each other’s wings. I was having an amazing dream, and I silently thanked Dream Weaver for bequeathing it to me. It featured Twilight, myself, and our little Diamond on a boat out at sea. The water was calm and mostly still, and the bright blue sky bore a breathtaking sunlight. The tiniest of movements gently rocked the boat, creating the perfect atmosphere for our little family. We didn’t have to concern ourselves with royalty, regality, the press, or anything else. We were simply…normal. I had always chased normalcy in my personal life, and this dream reflected that. You clever bastard, Dream Weaver, I said to myself, this is exactly what I needed to see.

But then, my serenity was broken by a horrifying scream. “YOUR MAJESTIES!” Somepony shouted as they broke into our room. We were startled awake, and rose to our haunches, wiping a layer of crusty stuff from our eyes. I noticed that our forced visitor was none other than our head cleaning pony, and very good friend, Spiffy Sweep.

“Spiffy…what is it?” I groaned, unhappy at being out of my beloved’s embrace, “it’s 4 in the morning, and I was having an awesome dream.”

“I’m so sorry to wake the both of you,” Spiffy said rapidly, “but you must be on the next train to Ponyville!”

“The next train to Ponyville?” Twilight asked, suddenly very interested. “But, why?”

“Your Highnesses…Ponyville is burning to the ground as we speak!”

Twilight’s eyes went wide with fright, and she darted out of bed. I followed suit, knowing how important the small town was. Even though it had been years since Twilight lived and worked there, it still held an incredibly special place in her heart. It held the same sway over myself, as I had met and become incredibly good friends with the ponies that Twilight kept company with there. So we quickly made our way downstairs, leaving Spiffy in charge of watching Diamond.

“COME ON!” My bride screamed in fright as we raced out of the castle and to the train station. Once there, we shot on board and sat down on one of the many benches. For such an early train, there were a good number of ponies on board, and some of them wanted pictures. I gave them a look that told them, as much as we loved and cared for them, now was not the right time. They got my silent message and returned to their seats.

Twilight was hyperventilating heavily, and I pulled her in close. “It’s all gonna be okay,” I tried to comfort her, “everything’s gonna be fine.”

“No, it’s not! Ponyville’s being destroyed!” Twilight cried, “it’s not gonna be okay! It’s not!”

“Yes, it will!” I said desperately, “please, sweetheart, you’re making a scene!”

“I’ll make a damn scene if I wanna make a damn scene!” She shouted, losing control and bursting into tears, “my friends could be dead, and you wanna talk about a scene?! I’ll make a scene! I’ll make as many scenes as I want to!”

I knew I had to do something, so I grabbed her like I would Diamond and held her tight. I didn’t let her go, no matter how much she squirmed. She even nipped at my shoulder, leaving small bite marks and a good bit of pain. But I refused to release her. I knew this wasn’t the Twilight we needed. We needed the strong, confident, sensible Twilight. We needed the Princess that captivated a nation, and caused a human to fall completely in love with her. We needed the Princess that had stood her ground against a human assailant. We needed Princess Twilight Sparkle.

By the time we got to Ponyville, Twilight was still in hysterics. We could smell the acrid smokiness in the air, and a thick layer of the smoggy black stuff hung amidst the train station. We raced through it and out onto the path to Ponyville. I’ve never galloped so fast in all my life. Twilight, though blinded by her tears, was determined to make it to her old home. I was happy to see glimmers of Princess Twilight breaking through the barriers of Hysterical Twilight. It was truly a sight to behold. That’s the confident mare I fell in love with, I told her silently, we’ll make it. Everything’s gonna be alright.

We skidded to a stop at the edge of the town, and found that it was much too hot to approach. All of our worst fears were confirmed in that moment, as flames many feet high shot skyward. We saw the places we cherished being burned to the ground, including Twilight’s old School of Friendship. She could only watch, awash in tears, as the fire ponies did their best to battle the blaze. They had managed to contain a great portion of it, and now the only thing that remained was to snuff out the rest and look for charred remains.

After a couple more hours, the fire had been put to rest and we were able to walk into town. Twilight stopped in the middle of the square, spread her wings regally, and raised the sun. The new light glinted off the many tears that rolled down her cheeks, and she turned and fell into me. The sun also revealed the extent of the damage, and she had noticed the blackened rubble of the town. “It’s gone,” she whispered as she cried into my shoulder, “it’s all gone…”