Afternoon Tea and Games

by BoredAuthor817

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sunset Shimmer, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe
Length: 6287

Princess Celestia and Sunset Shimmer converse over some tea and chess.

After a long time away, and a power shift back home, Sunset Shimmer returns to Equestria to visit her old mentor at Silver Shoals where they discuss some unfinished business over a pots of tea and games of chess.

Written for FanOfMostEverything's Imposing Sovereigns writing contest.
My Prompt: Celestia / War
Go check it out!

Quick Note: I am working on getting a cover image for this story. Though, it's looking like I will have to make one and, given my busy school schedule at the moment, probably won't have it done for another week or so.

Published 2019-10-29 00:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-10-29 00:10:02 UTC

The Princess's Gambit

The clip-clop of hooves on the stone floor echoed through the ancient cavernous hallway. Two sets moved side by side. One in a steady, fast-paced rhythm, the other a little more sporadic.

“I wish I could come along! It's been so long since we last had tea.”

“Twilight,” laughed Sunset Shimmer, “you're a ruler of a country now. You don't have the time to run away for an afternoon. Besides, you're the one insisting that she and I catch-up.”

“I know,” the princess pouted, pausing mid-prance, “It's just, when I took over for Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, I guess I didn't quite understand just how much free time I would be giving up.”

“Well, that's what you get for being the prized pupil,” Sunset teased.

Twilight winced, “Don't say that. She's every bit as proud of you as she is of me.”

“Yeah, says the one who didn't betray her...” She smiled as Twilight pulled her into a comforting hug.

“But, you've changed and proved your faithfulness. Perhaps, in ways I never could.”

A wry smile crossed Sunset's lips, “Whatever you say, princess. Now, it's getting late and I have a train to catch and you a country to run.”

“Oh, you're not taking the train.”

Sunset stopped, “I'm not?”

“Nope,” Twilight led the way to a balcony where a pegasus-drawn royal chariot was waiting, “you're going in style.”

“Um, Twilight?” Sunset gulped, slowly backing away from the ledge, “Perhaps now would be a good time to mention that I get air sickness.”

“Oh,” Twilight stumbled, “well... Um...” She frowned when Sunset burst into a fit of laughter.

“Gotcha!” she said, punching Twilight's shoulder.

“I could have you thrown in the dungeon for that,” Twilight playfully growled.

“Sure you could,” Sunset winked, “But that's not your style.” She jumped into the chariot and made herself comfortable.

“You think you'll be back in time for dinner?”

“Don't count on it," Sunset said, "Just have something waiting for me in the kitchen.” She signaled to the soldiers that she was ready to depart.

“Will do,” Twilight yelled as the chariot pulled away from the castle, “Have fun and give my regards to the princess!”

It was nearly an hour later when Sunset could see a glimpse of Silver Shoals peek over the horizon. She sat back in her seat, smiling to herself and clutching tightly the saddlebag at her side.

She had been looking forward to this ever since the Memory Stone incident. Now that her former mentor had all the time in the world, Sunset could have a proper session.

The chariot touched down just outside the retirement community the former princesses had moved to. Sunset jumped out and, thanking the soldiers, bid them farewell. They saluted her and began their return trip to Canterlot.

Celestia was waiting for Sunset just inside the community gate.

“I hope you had a good trip,” she said, hugging her former pupil.

“Sky chariots are just as exciting as when I was a filly,” Sunset smiled, “How have you been? Retirement treating you well?”

“It does take some adjusting,” Celestia tittered, “But I can't complain.” She motioned for Sunset to follow her to the small house she shared with her sister. “I think I told you that Luna is gone for the weekend. She went with a small group to Manehattan.”

“Your letter just said she'd be gone. What's in Manehattan?”

“Something called My Fair Filly. Ever heard of it?”

“Yes," Sunset said, recalling her moderate theatre knowledge, "it's a musical. Supposed to be a classic. Based off another play by Barnyard Straw.”

“Well,” Celestia muttered, opening the door of her home, “can't be any worse than the show she dragged me to.”

Sunset lightly chuckled as she trotted into the small residence. It was a modest home. Directly off the foyer was a main living area and, off that were two sleeping quarters on one side and a small kitchen on the other. If one had not known, no one would have suspected that royalty lived there. The decor was simple, yet fine quality. Sunset examined each piece with extreme interest. Everything was intricately ornate in the most subtle of details.

“Luna furnished the place,” Celestia said, “It's a bit too plain for my liking.”

“You just don't have an artist's eye,” Sunset ran her hoof over an inlay table top, “The beauty lies in the details.”

“I'll leave you and Luna to fon over the furniture,” Celestia said, dryly, “In the meantime...”

“Yes,” Sunset smiled, taking off her saddlebag, “I brought over a little something from the other side.” She pulled a small tin from her bag. Her smile widened as she watched Celestia's face light up.

“You didn't!” she squealed, taking the tin in her aura.

“I know what you like,” Sunset chuckled, “You want to set up the board, or shall I?”

“You set up the board, I don't trust you with tea leaves.”

Sunset playfully rolled her eyes, as she laid out the chess set, “How was I to know you didn't dump all the leaves in at once?”

“I suppose I should also tell you,” Celestia said, preparing the pot, “We can speak candidly here. There's a silencing spell on the house. No chance of prying ears.”

“All the same,” Sunset said, solemnly, taking a cautious glance out the window, “I'd rather not try my chances.”

“Suit yourself.” She watched out the corner of her eye as Sunset performed an enchantment. With the tea left to steep, Celestia placed the tea set on the table in the center of the room. Sunset was already seated with the board ready.

“As I recall,” she said, “last we played, it was my turn to go first.”

Celestia blinked in surprise, “You can remember that?”

Sunset shrugged, examining her teacup, “Only because we had a disagreement on whose turn it was to play white.” She set her cup down and moved a pawn forward two spaces.

“Typical,” Celestia scoffed.

“What?”

“You always open with a bold move from a pawn.” She mirrored Sunset's move.

Sunset moved a second pawn to protect her first. “Never underestimate pawns.”

“You play a lot on the other side?”

“When I can find a worthy opponent. The school does have a chess club. But, I don't want to embarrass them. The Twilight over there is quite good.”

“Good,” Celestia moved forward her knight, “I was afraid your skills were getting dull.”

Sunset analyzed the board, “Not likely to happen. Even if I couldn't find someone, there was always AI.”

“Ah, yes,” Celestia said, taking a sip of her tea, “the technology over there is quite impressive.”

“It would take us decades to catch up. And that is with the time differential in our favor.”

“But doable?”

“With the right minds behind it. I've pretty much done as much as I can, given my limited resources.”

Celestia's head tilted slightly, “The Element of Magic didn't give you what you needed?”

“Magic is still very muted. Even with all the Elements of Harmony, I'm barely more powerful than an earth pony.”

“Well, from what you tell me of these humans, that's still something.”

“Still,” Sunset sighed, moving a mage, “our world has developed much differently from theirs. Yes, we have magic. But, I'm afraid that, because of our magic, our technological growth has been severely stunted.”

“What gives you this thesis?”

Sunset stirred her tea. “I read a book of theirs. It was about a little girl who found herself taken to a magical land via a cyclone. When she inquired as to how this land still had witches, she was answered because the land was still uncivilized.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow with amusement, “Are you saying we're uncivilized?”

“No,” said Sunset, “but the more I read about that land, the more I saw a parallel to our own. Not only did they have magic, but they were also isolated from the rest of the world. They didn't have the need to develop their military into a strong fighting force, or the need to create great machines. Without the need, they remained stagnant.”

“Do you fear them?”

“I fear what they are capable of,” Sunset said simply, “The good news is they share that fear. They're not secretive about it, often teaching it to their young as a warning.”

Celestia gave a thoughtful hum as she made her move.

“Ha!”

“What?”

Sunset pointed to a corner of the board, “You castled!”

“So? It's a common move.”

“Yes,” the former pupil pointed out, “but you always castle queen side.”

Celestia expressionlessly sipped her tea. “And, yet, you did nothing to stop me.”

“Who said I wanted to stop you?” Sunset smirked, advancing her knight, “What if that's exactly where I wanted you?” Her smirk turned to a smile as she watched her former teacher look shockingly at the board. The former princess had walked right into her trap. She relaxed while her opponent figured out her next move.

Castle

The rustic grandfather clock ticked melancholicly from its place of grandure in the corner at the far end of the house.

Sunset had noticed it on her previous visit, though, was then more taken in by its wooden detail. Now, in the silence of thought, she noticed it as a looming reminder of an ever-impending doom.

“You know, I've don't think I've ever asked you.”

Celestia scowled over the board. “Asked me what?”

Sunset idly stirred her tea, “Why do you love these games?”

Celestia gave the younger pony a curious look. “Who ever said I loved them?”

“Well,” Sunset stammered, “I'd only assumed because—”

“I do not love these games, Sunset Shimmer,” Celestia said, sternly, “I play them because I must.”

Sunset leaned forward, fully intent on hearing everything that her former mentor had to say.

“I have seen too much of open war,” Celestia continued, “In the end, it does nothing a pen can't. I began asking myself: Why do in blood what you can do in ink?”

“Still," Sunset pushed, "some blood is spilled.”

“An unfortunate,” she moved her queen into a compromising position, “but, necessary, sacrifice.”

Sunset growled, “I hate playing black against you.” She moved her mage, ignoring Celestia's queen, “Of course,” she said, “theirs would only be a few drops compared to a sea.”

“That's what I like about you,” Celestia smiled, “You understand perspective. That's the problem with Twilight. Both she and Cadance insist on standing upon the moral high ground. They don't fully understand the necessity of sacrifice.”

“They understand it. They just don't agree with it. They put more value in voluntary self-sacrifice.”

“Do you?”

Sunset bowed her head, “You are my commander.”

Celestia's head fell slightly. “But,” she said sadly, “would you give such an order?”

“I would not give an order that I, myself, would not carry out.”

“And, what would that be?”

Sunset looked confused, “What order of yours have I left unfulfilled?”

“There is also one I have never given.”

“Maybe,” Sunset said, examining the board, “I'm just not in the right position.”

“Perhaps,” Celestia sighed, picking up her cup, “I've already asked much of you. And, I'm afraid, I will have to ask much more.”

“Well, maybe now that we've 'reconciled', things can move more smoothly.”

“Yes. Though, you've done quite well, considering the sparse communication.”

Sunset smirked, “You trained me to think on my hooves.”

Celestia refilled her cup, “Have you recovered all the artifacts hidden in that world?”

Sunset's mood turned slightly sour, “Most of them—when they're not causing me grief.”

“Still sore about the Memory Stone?” She couldn't help but smile in amusement as Sunset let out a low growl.

“That little idiot nearly undid everything. And don't get me started on Anon-A-Miss.”

Celestia smirked, “Is that why you jumped in front of the Memory Stone?”

“It was a long-shot,” Sunset huffed, “I figured, in worst case, I could start over as a hero instead of back at square one. Besides, I still had all my work safely stored on my computer.”

“Still, shame it was destroyed.”

Sunset grit her teeth, “I still have mixed feelings about it.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow, “You don't think it could have been useful?”

“Useful, yes. Though unstable. I've been trying to replicate the spell with improvements to moderate success.”

“And what of the Time Twirler? You had to go and break that as well?”

“It's not broken beyond repair. Remember, I'm the one who smashed it. If I'd let Pinkie do it, it would've been toast for sure.”

Celestia smiled as she sipped her tea, “You always did love taking things apart and putting them back together. You still haven't fixed that crack in the portal, though.”

“I don't know if I want to.”

“Oh?”

Sunset fiddled with a captured piece. “It has actually worked to my advantage. There's enough ambient magic leaking through that I can actually use it.”

“Even though it causes problems?”

“All the more reason. With each episode, I gain more of their confidence.”

Celestia pursed her lips. “You and the sirens are the only Equestrians known to them. Have you discovered any more?”

“If there are, they're deeply hidden. Though, I'm sure all this new magic stuff will eventually smoke them out. I was surprised the sirens showed up so quickly.”

“Magical creatures crave magic.”

“I know," Sunset rolled her eyes, "I just wasn't expecting to give Twilight an excuse to open the portal that soon.”

“She certainly is a lot smarter than I anticipated. How are the sirens doing?”

“They're bitter, but powerless.”

“The perfect fall-creatures, if the time comes?”

“No doubt.” She looked over the board, “Are you going to move?”

“There are many things which should not be rushed, Sunset Shimmer,” Celestia said courtly. She leaned over to examine her pieces, “A cup of tea is chief among them.” She pushed forward a pawn. “At any rate, I couldn't be more satisfied with the progress you've made.”

A smile cracked Sunset's lips as her knight captured a mage. “You seem to have done pretty well yourself on this side.”

Celestia's gaze didn't leave the board. “It turned out far better than I had hoped. But, I'm afraid this play is nearing its end.”

Sunset looked pained. “So then...” she said softly, “Twilight...”

A twinge of remorse sounded in the old pony's voice, “It won't happen right away. She still has some time.”

“Of course... Otherwise, it would be too obvious.”

“But, it must be done quickly,” she advanced another pawn, “Before she can cause any serious damage. Even with the crown, she must be wearing it for me to do anything. She may be good at unifying, but she has little aptitude for anything else. Stars forbid, she encounters a competent foe who isn't so easily won over by talks of love and friendship.

"Perhaps my own fault, but she knows nothing about the true art of war."

Sunset reluctantly agreed. “I trust you will make it quick.”

Celestia frowned, “You seem very interested in Twilight's fate.”

Sunset sighed, pushing forward a pawn. A few more spaces and it would reach the other side of the board. “She is a pawn. But, one who has served you well. She deserves some reward.”

“Have I not done enough for her? Don't tell me you have grown pity for her. Or, perhaps, a certain fondness?”

“Perhaps a bit,” Sunset shrugged, “I mean, after all, she is our own sister.”

“Only on a genetic level. But, if you're so worried about her, rest assured, her death will be honorable and her name remembered in the highest regard by the ages.”

Sunset couldn't help but emit a chuckle, “Ironically poetic, isn't it?”

“What is?”

“That the unity of this world she so desires should come about by the shedding of her blood?”

Celestia nodded, “She would achieve more as a martyr than she ever could otherwise.”

“Of that, I do not doubt. There are such individuals in the other world as well. I just find it... interesting...” She stared silently out the window. “Will she ever know the truth?”

“It's too dangerous. Even if it's the last thing she hears.”

“So,” Sunset's gaze fell, “she'll never know what she is. Why she lived, or why she must die.”

“It is better this way.”

Sunset tepidly agreed. “I suppose it would be cruel to tell her.”

“It would only compound her burden. Her life was planned out long before she was born. As short as it will be, I wanted it to be a happy one.”

“It is a strange burden to bear,” Sunset said, “I can understand why you don't tell everyone.”

“Many don't know,” Celestia said sadly, “It was imperative for your mission that you knew.” She looked at the unicorn who had fallen silent. “Do you hate me for it?”

Sunset shrugged, “I don't know. But then, you told me when I was little. I guess it's different when you've always known what you are. But, did I have to look so much like my surrogate mother?”

“She was used as a basis for you. Would you have preferred a different color scheme?”

“Well,” Sunset chuckled, “you could have made me look more like you.”

“That's the exact reason to change your appearance.”

“I still can't believe you can do it.”

“Cloning is a technology in that world. In fact, I took it from them.”

“Yes,” Sunset acquiesced, “but it's not to the level you've gone. None of us could be created in that world.” She let out a long sigh, “I still find it rather funny that Cadance and I are the same.”

“Cadance doesn't know either. I couldn't tell her when we finally found her; she was far too old. Plus, she had managed to ascend on her own. I had to divert as far away from the truth as possible.”

“You certainly took a gamble with Flurry Heart,” Sunset said, “I nearly had a heart attack when Twilight showed me the pictures.”

“It's true,” Celestia chuckled, “I wasn't expecting her to look so much like me. But, Flurry was naturally conceived. I couldn't mess too much with her.”

“And her being an alicorn?”

“That was, apparently, an oversight on my part. Though, not something I can't work with. We'll just need to take extra precautions with Sunburst and Starlight Glimmer. Speaking of which, you should check-in on your brother while you're here. I'm sure, given your already good relations with Starlight, you can... help advance the process?”

“What?” Sunset winced, “Them already working together is not enough? Besides, Trixie seems to be doing a far better job than either of us can ask for.”

“All the same,” Celestia smiled, sipping her tea, “visit your brother.”

“Where did you say Luna was today?”

“Managing the post office. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering of we had time for one more game,” Sunset grumbled, returning her attention to the board, “I'm not liking this one.”

Check

Celestia sipped her tea, “Let's discuss strategy.”

Sunset indicated that she was listening. Though, the day's rain had put her into a somnolent mood. Due to the inclement weather, she had opted to take the train. The rhythmic clickity-clack of the rail and gentle sway if the car was enough to lull any passenger into a sound sleep.

“Surely, you have a plan to handle this world," Celestia continued, "I'd like to hear it.”

Sunset looked thoughtfully at her knight. “Not much of a plan yet. Still many years to put all the pieces in place.”

“How many.”

Sunset sighed with a shrug, “Hard to say.”

“Rough estimate.”

“A decade, maybe two. Their time, of course.”

“Of course. But, please, continue.”

Sunset heaved another sigh, “I need to embed myself into their political infrastructure. I can't run for office because of age requirements. While not yet eligible for president, I will be for other offices in about six years.” She advanced a mage before rising for a stretch.

Celestia watched as Sunset walked over to the kitchen. “There's still hot tea in the pot.”

“Not wanting tea.”

“I hope you're not going to make any of that foul, black water.”

“It's called 'coffee',” Sunset chuckled, “And, if you want me to keep playing, I'm going to need some.”

“That's what tea is for.”

Sunset chuckled again, “Doesn't work for me that way. Tea is for comfort, coffee is for results.” She rummaged through her saddlebag for a small pouch of coffee grounds and supplies.

Celestia thoughtfully studied the board, “I suppose if the caffeine doesn't wake you, the taste sure will.”

Sunset placed her percolator on the stove with a wide smile. “Exactly.”

The elder mare disapprovingly frowned as she took a sip of her prestigious drink. “At any rate, I'm sensing taking political office is not your first plan.”

“Finance is the greatest power over there;" Sunset explained, "and the best part is anyone can achieve it. As a private citizen, in the right industry, I can covertly rule a whole planet. Given the right amount of time, and I could have those miserable humans eating right out of my palm.

“My time terrorizing that school was just a dry run. Humans are easily manipulated if you have the right incentive. I should have no problem scaling up.”

“That sounds very encouraging. How do you intend on getting there?”

“Friendship,” Sunset snarked, returning to the table, “Rarity and Applejack can get me into commerce. Applejack also has ties to the rural, agricultural, and the blue-collar labor force. Fluttershy can get me connected with the environmentalism crowd. Twilight Sparkle is my link to the science community. Rainbow Dash is contemplating going into the military; barring that, law enforcement.”

“You're forgetting one. What of Pinkie Pie?”

“She's a loose cannon—in more ways than one. In a way it works to my advantage. She's undecided about her future and, therefore, malleable. She may prove to be my biggest tool.”

“I trust you've already started?”

Sunset nodded, “I've invested in quite a few stocks and grown a sizable capital.”

Celestia advanced a pawn, threatening Sunset's knight. “You say you need the right industry. You have one in mind?”

“Energy.”

“Isn't there already a lot of competition?”

Sunset slyly smiled. “Not in harnessing magic. I've already developed some prototypes. While not yet practical, I can collect the ambient magic. Actually, I believe this technology will be beneficial to this side as well.”

Celestia sipped her tea, “Then, all we'd need to plan is our moment to strike.”

“Let me make myself very clear:" Sunset said sternly, "I will never do anything to harm that world.”

“Grown a soft spot for the inhabitants, have we?” Her smirk was dissolved by the determination in Sunset's eyes. “Very well, I'll let you decide what is best.”

“I would rather become an ally on their terms than ours. It's better if we appear as a benevolent force than a hostile one.”

Celestia sighed, “You listen to Twilight too much.”

“Perhaps...” Sunset moved her knight to a safe place, attacking Celestia's queen, “Speaking of which, my plan works better if Twilight is involved.”

“That can't happen.”

Sunset faltered, “But, she already knows that world, and has the confidence and support of its people.”

“Then either accelerate your plans, or revise them to exclude Twilight.”

“How much time do I have?”

“It's best if you don't know. I can only say that the pieces have been set. I need only to make the first move.”

“I need to know! Ten years? Twenty? Given the time differential, that isn't a whole lot of time for me!”

“Then, maybe, it's best if you erase Twilight from your plans. May I suggest Starlight Glimmer as an alternative?”

Sunset's eyes darted back and forth as she mulled over the proposition. “I suppose Starlight could work...”

“Good. All the same, I find your distress over Twilight's fate troubling.”

“It's fine,” Sunset snipped.

“I think not. I warned you about getting too close. I don't know what feelings you have developed for her, but I need you to remain on-task.”

“I am.”

Celestia leaned forward. “And so am I.”

“You've been very quiet this evening.”

“Just tired.”

Twilight stood beside Sunset at the balcony railing, trying to figure out what she was staring at. The rainy day had given way to a cool, breezy night. The stars and moon were high in the sky, though some clouds still covered them from view.

“You barely said a word during supper,” the princess said, “I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”

“Like I said,” Sunset softly replied, “I'm just tired.”

“Princess Celestia really kicked you around the board today, huh?”

“Something like that. Weather didn't help either.”

“Yeah," Twilight snorted, "well, not much to be done about that. Weather pegasi tend to do whatever they please.”

“I'm sure they have some sort of system.”

“Well, I was just about to make some tea. Was wondering if you wanted any.”

“Tea sounds good.”

“Excellent!” Twilight smiled, tapping her forehooves together, “I'll get the kettle started!” She turned to leave, but was quickly turned back when she heard Sunset's voice. She looked curiously at her friend.

Sunset teetered slightly on her hooves. She saw Twilight looking expectantly at her. “Can I,” she faltered, “Can I give you a hug?”

Though confused, Twilight graciously granted the request. As they embraced, Sunset saw Tempest Shadow lingering in the doorway, keeping careful watch over the monarch.

The two unicorns briefly locked eyes before Tempest turned and disappeared into the castle.

Checkmate

“I met Tempest the other night.”

Celestia's eyes didn't veer from the board. “Did you now?”

Sunset looked slightly amused, “She doesn't play chess.”

Celestia slid her rook over a few spaces, “I didn't have the time to teach her.”

“She watched as Twilight and I played.”

“How was Twilight?”

Sunset shrugged, “Not bad, but you can tell she doesn't care much for it. Very competitive, though.”

“She's a lot better than she used to be.”

“So I've been told,” Sunset chuckled. She advanced a mage. “She's quite tall.”

“Twilight?”

“Tempest.”

“That was out of my control.”

“Sure it was,” Sunset rolled her eyes, “An otherwise normal pony just happens to grow nearly a full head taller than the general population.”

Celestia silently sipped her tea.

“You must have given her something in exchange for her horn,” continued Sunset, “Why not added height? Unless, you made her more powerful...” Her eyes widened, “She's an alicorn, isn't she?

“Why do you seem so intent on knowing?”

“Forgive me for wanting to know every piece that's in play.”

Celestia sighed, taking another sip of tea, “You're too much of a strategist for your own good. Just focus on your portion of the board.” She looked into her cup. “Is this the same tea you always bring?”

“Yes. Why?”

“It tastes a little different.”

Sunset hummed. “I must admit, she is an odd one—Tempest, I mean. No doubt, her time with the Storm King seems to have done a number on her. Who knows what horrors she has done in his service. I can't help but wonder how many foes she's fallen. How many may have been ponies. How many sacrifices she has performed for you.”

Celestia's voice deepened, “It is best for you to drop it, Sunset Shimmer.”

“I just hope what we received was worth more than the price.”

“You think I don't know the price of a life? Pony or otherwise? If blood was spilled, it was for the betterment of all. Those who may have died did so so their kin could live. Equestria is stronger because of it. Our borders are secure and buffers have been created. We have allied with our neighbors and dispelled our enemies.”

“Yes, you've done well building the fortress, but what of those within?”

Celestia was stupefied.

“That's your problem," Sunset explained, "You're too focused on external threats, playing games of 'what-if'. All this elaborate scheme to make alliances with our neighbors; to bring the Hippogriffs out of hiding. They were never our enemies, yet you treated them as if they were.”

“You must always be conscious of outside threats,” Celestia frowned.

“All well and good, but what about the inside? Your gaze is so far away you can't see what's going on within your own ranks.” A wry smile crossed her lips as she moved her rook to check Celestia's king, “What of Cozy Glow? How did she go unchecked?”

Celestia snarled, “I refuse to speak of that mistake.” She captured Sunset's rook.

Sunset leaned forward, an amused smirk on her face. “She's the reason you became secretive and selective as to who you told, isn't she? Still, it's a bit comforting to know I'm not the first to betray you.” She moved her mage forward. “Checkmate.”

Celestia frowned, “No, it isn't.”

“Oh,” Sunset pushed away from the table, “I believe it is. Tell me, Celestia, how many games have we been playing?”

Celestia's frown deepened, “What do you mean?”

Sunset playfully lilted, “Only that we've been playing several games these past few weeks. And I was wondering if you knew exactly how many we've been playing.”

Celestia's eyes widened as she began to comprehend, “What have you done?”

“Only what you have trained me to do.”

“Sunset!” Celestia roared.

Sunset smiled, “Why are you so upset? I'd thought you'd be proud of your work. I am everything you created me to be.”

“I created you,” Celestia's eyes narrowed, igniting her horn, “and I can also destroy you.”

“Not so fast,” Sunset chimed.

Celestia instantly felt a sharp pain in her horn. It felt as if a sudden block had been placed on her magic. She quickly disengaged. “What?” She reached up for her horn, but her hooves felt heavy. She looked to Sunset. Was Sunset experiencing the same? She studied her student's face. No, she seemed fine. If there was something in the tea... Celestia stopped—the tea! Had Sunset even touched her tea? She'd made herself a cup, but had she drunk any of it? Wide-eyed, she glanced at Sunset's cup. It was filled to the brim as it had been since the start of their game.

Come to think of it, had Sunset drunk any tea in the past weeks?

Her eyes locked with Sunset's. “What did you do to me?” She demanded.

“Hemlock,” Sunset said simply, “Surely, you've heard of it.” She walked to an open spot of the floor and stretched out her limbs. As Celestia watched, she noticed other things stretch as well. “I may be exactly like you in so many ways,” Sunset continued, “but having a profound weakness for tea is not one of them. Ha! You drank the whole pot without questioning!” She let out a moan, giving Celestia a knowing smile, “It feels good to stretch! ... Hm?” She flapped her wings, “You're wondering about these things? Yes, I've ascended. It's been quite a while now. Oddly, it was with Twilight's help.” She chuckled, “Maybe there is something to this 'friendship stuff' after all.”

A growl rumbled in Celestia's throat, “What is the meaning of this?”

Sunset shook herself off, “Well, if you've taught me anything, it's to strike before anyone can strike you. That is the way of war, is it not?

“Oh, you're asking why? Well, it's quite simple, really. I want what is rightfully mine.”

Celestia's gaze narrowed, “And what would that be?”

“The mirror world. After all the work I've done, and will do, it should be mine. You must be daft if you think I'm just going to hand it over to you once we're done. Twilight can keep Equestria. I'll have more power than you or she could ever imagine when I'm done. But, in order for that, I need Twilight alive and I need her as ruler of Equestria.”

“We've discussed this. That realm will be yours once we subdue it.”

“Sure,” Sunset rolled her eyes, “you'll give it to me just like you gave Equestria to Twilight. Suppose you did give me that world, what guarantee could I have that it was truly mine?”

Celestia bared her teeth, “Is my word worth nothing?”

Sunset shook her head, “That's the other thing. I can't wholly trust you. You're so willing to dispense with Twilight, I have to ask myself: how much longer before you turn on me as well?

“You know why Twilight must die.”

“Yes, and how can I be sure that you don't have similar plans for me? You've told me so much, but how much more are you still hiding? That's the thing about betrayal, isn't it? You see it around you, and you start wondering when it will be your turn.

“You know the funny part? Both Twilight and I would have died for you, if you'd only asked. But, you never ask. You're the grand master who sits over her board and orders where the pieces go. Well, this pawn just became queen, and she's decided that she's had enough! I've broken free and I'm going to free everpony else like me!”

“You don't know what you're doing,” Celestia protested, “You'll leave Equestria open to her enemies. You'll destroy everything we've built to protect!”

“I'll take my chances than live under your tyranny. Unlike my sisters, I know what it's like to live, to be free. I've learned so much; experienced so much. I was my own pony in that world. My life was finally my own. I can't go back, and I will not leave my sisters behind.”

Celestia huffed, “Cozy Glow wanted power. You want freedom. Both of you are fools.”

“I'd rather die a fool than a puppet.”

“But many will die!”

“And many more will live! Is that not how your equation works?”

A smile slowly crept across Celestia's face, though she was seething. “All the same, you will still die. Do you know why you were created? I needed ponies who would go out to dangerous places and do dangerous things. You, and those like you, were born to be expendable.”

Sunset took a step back. “So, now it all comes out. Our lives are worth nothing to you. That's how you can just throw Twilight away. How you can treat others like breeding stock. You care nothing for us.”

“I didn't say that.”

“Then what did you say?” Sunset spat.

“If I didn't care, why did I let Cozy Glow live? If she were worth nothing, I would have killed her the moment she turned. I may think less of you than other ponies, but I am not so quick to end your lives. You think it doesn't pain me to think of what I must do to Twilight?”

“If you cared for her at all, you would have found a way to let her live.”

“I tried. But, in the end, it would have been to a great detriment.”

“Then, you should have let the decision be her own!”

“Instead, you put me in her place,” Celestia sneered, “Ha! You really are no different than me! Okay, I suppose that is my own fault. But, what then? Sure, you kill me, but what will you do next? Tell Twilight the truth, I suppose?”

“No,” Sunset said softly, “At this point, that will only destroy her. I must now ensure that she never learns.”

“She only deserves as much," Celestia teased, "They all deserve to know.”

“If necessary, they will know, in their own time.”

“Even if it brings about their ruin? Not all have the strength of you.”

“With freedom comes ruin. But, together, we will be stronger.”

Sunset took Celestia in her aura and carried her to the bedroom where she tucked the former diarch into her bed.

“You know you won't get away with this,” Celestia growled.

“I'm pretty sure I already have. Murder is so rare in Equestria that we're so primitive in our investigation process. In fact, you'd be surprised how many murders do go unnoticed because the very possibility of it never crosses the mind.”

Celestia's eyes widened, “Don't tell me you've done tests in preparation for this!”

“No,” Sunset shook her head, “Just did some sleuthing. Don't know why you're so upset. Wasn't it you who wanted an assassination?”

"Luna would suspect something," Celestia said, forcefully. But, she quickly grew fearful when Sunset's expression didn't change.

"Then, we'll just see what she has to say when she gets back from Appleloosa." She returned to the living area and began clearing the coffee table.

Celestia listened as dishes were placed and washed in the sink. She listened to Sunset put each item away as she dried them. From her bed, Celestia had a direct view through her open door to the table. She watched as Sunset put the chess game away and return to the bedroom. Celestia tried to move her head, she tried to speak, but the poison had rendered her completely paralyzed. Helplessly, she watched as Sunset removed the magic blocker.

“There,” Sunset said, gently. She tenderly closed Celestia's eyes. “You just rest. It will all be over soon.”

Celestia listened to Sunset's hoofsteps as she walked back to the main area. She heard the hinges creak and the door latch click.

Outside, she could hear the rustling of Sunset messing with her saddlebag. She heard some hoofsteps and another door being opened and Sunset calling out.

“Goodbye, Celestia,” Sunset said, and closed the door.

Author's Note

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