Author's Note
I read through tried to find anything wrong, as always. if you spot anything just tell me, enjoy reading and thanks.
To be Born of Fate
My Little Pony: To be Born of Fate
He looked down at the two wrapped bundles before him; he almost couldn't believe it. He almost couldn't believe that these little bundles that lay in his hooves were the thing that had been hardest on them, That these innocent little bundles were so truly hard for them both, that through all that he and his mate went through, it was here. The fruits of the labor that they put into the world lay before him now.
With this, a simple question rang through his mind. A dark question that was best not answered yet still asked was whether this was worth his mate's life. The dark-furred unicorn shook his head at the question; it was stupid to dwell on such sadness during a time of great joy. His whole life now sat before him. The future was something that he had to plan, not the past.
He moved his body carefully so that his body wrapped around the two bundles. His body acting as a shield from the world around them as he brought his head close and lit his horn; his amber magic lit the room in its soft glow, using it to pull away the blanket bundle from his first daughter and open it. The blanket moved slightly and left his daughter to take its place, her little form exposed to the world for the first time.
She was not the smallest foal he had seen after their birth, yet she felt so fragile as he looked upon her white coat and pink mane. He focused on the light rhythmic breathing that she let out as she shifted in the blankets, trying to find the warmth that had once been there not moments ago. With this shifting, the unicorn father was forced to focus on the source of the complications that had arisen with the birth of his two daughters. They both had wings and a horn. He and his mate had given birth to Alicorns, and it had only cost them her life, and what of his children, born to fate? What would happen to them, Left to a life of eternal immortality, living in a world where everything around them would one day turn to dust?
He turned his attention to his second daughter, who had been born only minutes later, but that was not what worried him. It was her size; if her sister was small, his second daughter could only be described as tiny. He looked at her doing his best to take in all that he could see of her dark coat. Her wing and horn were small, scarily so, and he was afraid that if he looked away, the blowing wind could steal them away from her form. The unicorn sighed as he lit his magic again, using it to move her purple mane from her head, exposing the small horn that rested under it.
Letting his magic go, he let her mane fall back into place as he looked at the two as a pair, his two daughters, twins and Alicorns. What is it great luck that befell them or misfortune that plagued his life? The two Alicorn fillies saw fit at that moment to open their eyes, letting out soft coos as they did so, shaking the unicorn stallion from his darker thoughts. He once more had to crush the ideas that made their way into his head unwanted as he looked into the eyes of his fillies. What started back was breathtaking; his oldest was looking at him with the eyes of a setting sun. It was a purple that only came when twilight claimed the sky, and his younger was no less stunning with her blue-green of midnight. It looked like the moon was reflecting off a lake late at night.
He stared at them both, looking at these new rays of light in his life; he laughed lightly as he thought back to his wife; she joked at their birth that they had stolen parts of the sky and given them to their foals. At that moment, he had not seen what she had meant, but now as he looked into the eyes of his own young, it was clear that they had stolen something from the very world to make such a pair. He leaned in, giving a kiss to the top of their heads, lighting his horn with magic as he bundled them back up and rocked them into the sleep they so needed singing a delicate lullaby as he did so, letting the magic of his words flow through him as they laid on the cushion.
Soon without all three knowing, they all drifted into a deep sleep, the twins laying in the center of their father's protective embrace, the unicorn father wrapped around his young in a way that nothing in the world could harm them at that moment. Their breathing matched as they slumbered away, the stress and sadness of the day fading into distant memory.
He saw them in his dreams, his daughters, older than he could guess, standing taller than two ponies with manes of flowing magic, their horns glowing with celestial magics he could never hope to understand. They sat with a group of ponies, talking and laughing in a green field as the sun and the moon set and rose around them. It was in the embrace of their father and the company of his daughters that the stallion's dream showed him he was more than right.
Next to his oldest sat a much younger purple Alicorn, his daughter's wing wrapped around her in a mother's embrace. A small purple and green dragon sat with them, his eyes closed as he slept between them, most likely having warned himself out playing with the pink earth pony that was to lay in front of the group, cleaning up a pile of games that looked well worn. He surveyed the scene more, spotting his youngest resting on what looked to be a cloud, hovering above a small apple tree. A sun hat pulled down over her eyes as she tried to block the setting sun, a rainbow-maned mare lying next to her snoring away as she slept, a large Stinson sitting on her head.
He looked down, watching an orange earth pony spin a long piece of rope, throwing it at the poor sleeping mare in the cloud, cursing the whole time she did it. He laughed, only imagining what had caused such a reaction. He turned once more to find the last of the large group sitting on a blanket, drinking tea, making small talk as they did so. He stopped for only a moment as he felt the heat of tears fall from his muzzle. The unicorn reached a hoof up, wiping his eyes as he looked on.
His little ones had a future and happiness; they wouldn't be alone without him; they had each other, his daughters had friends, and they had a future family. He laughed and cried at the same time as he thought back to his wife and his young daughters; they had truly stolen the heavens themselves and put them on Equus. He looked at them, the sun and moon that emblazoned their talent upon their flanks. His Celestial Radiance and his Lunar Starlight. They were happy; that is all he could ask, and he would be satisfied as well.
