Like Mother Like Daughter

Chapters

What's Your Name?
Sunrise
Just Like Water
Sentimental
Mind Dances
"Celestia"
Just Like Fire
Sunset
What's Her Name?

What's Your Name?

The Castle hallway was dimly lit by flickering torches along the sides of the hallway, causing shadows to dance along the high walls. Vaulted ceilings with intricate designs gave a sense of grandeur and history while stained glass windows filtered in patches of colored light, casting a mosaic of hues across the floor.

The hoofsteps of the Raven Inkwell rhythmically echoed against the stone floor as she trotted with urgency. The distant sounds of other ponies moving about, muffled conversations, and perhaps the occasional clank of armor or distant music from a celebration created a sense of activity within the castle. The faint aroma of burning torches added a touch of warmth to the cool, damp air. Occasionally, the faint scent of polished wood or leather from furniture wafted through the air, only eclipsed by the scent of aged books; a gentle reminder of the castle's long and storied history.

The castle's grand halls echoed with the hurried hoofsteps of Raven Inkwell as she navigated through the intricacies of stone corridors and tapestry-lined walls. The dimly lit passages seemed to stretch endlessly, adorned with suits of armor and flickering torches casting dancing shadows. Raven's hooves clicked against the cold stone floor as she briskly made her way toward the heart of the castle. With each turn, she passed by ancient portraits of nobility long gone, their eyes following her in silent judgment.

As she approached the towering wooden doors leading to the Grand Chamber, the distant murmur of voices and the clinking of glasses became more pronounced. The anticipation of the important gathering fueled Raven's urgency. The Royal Guards stationed outside the door snapped to attention as she approached. With a nod, Raven motioned for them to open the doors, revealing a room bathed in the warm glow of candlelight.

The grand chamber of Canterlot Castle was adorned with golden tapestries and bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through stained glass windows. Princess Celestia sat at the head of a long, polished table, engrossed in a meeting with her most trusted advisors. The atmosphere was serious, as they discussed matters of utmost importance to Equestria. The ornate table placed in the center of the table was decorated with a beautiful sun and moon and surrounded by high-backed chairs, each adorned with the crest of a noble family.

The chamber was alive with animated conversation, the air thick with tension and expectation. Advisors from various government positions huddled in discussion, their attire a mix of luxury and formality. As their discussion reached an unsettling climax, the large double doors creaked open.

In stepped Raven Inkwell, the light-coated, stoic advisor to the princess. Her wings were tucked neatly to her sides, and her dusky brown pupils flared with intensity. Celestia turned her attention to this unusual disruption, her eyes were fixated on Raven.

"Princess Celestia," she said, her tone unwavering and respectful, yet carrying an undeniable urgency that brought a new sense of gravity to the room.

The princess raised an eyebrow, acknowledging her presence. "Raven, this is an important meeting. What is so urgent that it cannot wait?"

Raven Inkwell bowed slightly, maintaining her composure.

"My apologies, Your Highness, but an urgent matter requires your immediate attention. It concerns the future safety of Equestria."

The advisors exchanged concerned glances, and Princess Celestia leaned forward, her regal expression now tinged with curiosity and concern.

"What has happened, Raven? Please, be swift in your explanation."

Raven took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "For reasons I can't explain in front of others, I cannot divulge the issue right now, please allow me to show you in secrecy".

A hush fell over the room as the weight of Raven's words sank in. Princess Celestia stood, her regal demeanor undisturbed, though a glint of concern shimmered in her eyes.

"Very well, Raven. We shall adjourn this meeting for now. I trust you to keep me informed as we proceed."

Raven nodded in acknowledgment, her expression unyielding. The advisors rose from their seats, casting worried glances at each other as they filed out of the chamber. Princess Celestia followed Raven, and as they left the room together, the grand doors closed behind them, sealing the urgency of the moment. The fate of Equestria rested on the wings of the princess and her loyal advisor.

Raven quickly led Princess Celestia through the castle, their hooves clicked loudly in sync, finally they arrived at an unassuming wooden door leading to a small bedroom. Raven gently pushed the door open, a large and elegant bed sat in the center of the room, and an expensive red cashmere blanket was laid upon the Rosewood frame. Delicate artwork adorned the walls, the lighting was a combination of ambient and accent artistry; A dazzling chandelier hung from the ceiling and a series of elegant pendant lights lined the walls, and provided a soft, warm glow.

A lone filly stood trembling in the corner of the room, her fur was a faded yellow, and her mane was a mix of a saturated yellow and red.

Raven looked at Celestia nervously as she began to speak. "This is the issue right here, it is of utmost importance that we find a proper home for this filly. She was orphaned shortly after her birth after her parents left us. Luckily, her aging uncle was able to take her in, but recently he too passed, and now she has no direct family left to take her in."

Princess Celestia raised the corner of her mouth in annoyance, surveying the filly with a calm expression. She tilted her head slightly, her aura radiating an air of nonchalance.

"Raven, this is a sorrowful situation, but not a sound reason to interrupt an important meeting." The disgruntled tone in her voice was profoundly evident. "Equestria has a well-funded series of orphanages as well as a system in place to help parents adopt foals and fillies in need." Celestia raised her voice and agitation along with it. "I love each and every single one of my little ponys, but that was an important financial meeting; I cannot believe you thought it appropriate to interrupt us."

The young filly in the corner started crying at these harsh words. Raven fervently shook her head . "No, Your Highness! This is a unique matter, it is of our national interest that she be placed into a good home of ponies that are loyal to Equestria."

Celestia's expression remained irritated as she looked over at the filly whose had grown louder.

"Raven, I understand the importance of making sure she has a good family, but calling me here is out of proportion, you could have dealt with this yoursel—"

Celestia paused as a faint hum of magic began to fill the air. Both mares turned their attention to the young filly who was bawled even louder; her horn had begun to glow, and the hum of magic mirrored such intensity whilst it surged.

There was a sudden silence and darkness before a blinding ray of light beamed from the horn of the filly, obliterating the bed, leaving the mares in awe as their pupils tracked a single piece of red cloth as it floated onto the floor.

Raven blinked, her eyesight began to return after the bright flash. She looked over to Celestia whose mouth hung open, after such a blast Celestia was shell-shocked.

Raven breathed deeply. "This is why I called you here, and why I believe this to be of the utmost of importance."

Celestia had managed to close her jaw, but she still seemed unable to find any words.

"At this point, this filly is already among the most powerful unicorns in all of Equestria. If her power continues to grow as she ages, one day they may even rival that of an Alicorn"— she took notice of Celestia who managed a slight nod—"If she were to fall into the hands of a rival government entity or an anarchist family, the results could be disastrous."

With a conceding sigh, Celestia managed to find her sense of poise. "Raven, I sincerely apologize for dismissing your request of concern. It is indeed a pressing issue, and you did an excellent job in identifying this pony. I will take her with me and make sure that she finds a benevolent family who will nurture her with kindness and love."

Raven beamed at the kind words, giving a wide smile at Celestia for her approval before turning and trotting out of the room. Celestia turned her attention back to the young filly.

"And as for you, young one, you are safe now, and I'll make sure that you are well taken care of."

In response to the kind and loving demeanor of Celestia, the little filly managed to muster the courage to emerge from the corner of the room, much to the former's maternal relief

"Please come with me, little one, I'll make sure that we put you in a..." She paused to glance about the now destroyed room— "much nicer bedroom."

Celestia turned towards the door, gesturing with a nod for the young filly to follow, and in taking another deep breath of courage, she found the bravery to follow this strange tall pony.

They walked calmly through the halls, Celestia retaining her poise to make sure to keep the filly calm. Celestia's wide and slow hoofsteps made a louder and deeper clicking noise, between the rapid and higher pitched hoofsteps of the younger filly as she struggled to keep up with the giant pony. But after a longer time than would have ordinarily taken with Celestia's more briskly paced trots, they arrived in front of a small wooden door that led to one of the castle's luxury guest bedrooms. "You'll be able to sleep here, and I'll make sure my assistants take care of you while you're here in the castle and we look for permanent accommodations."

The young filly stared at the ground, avoiding Celestia's gaze. She had been through more than most ponies did by her age, and her reserved temperament was of but one result. Her staring contest with the floor was quickly lost as she collected enough brazenness to ask Celestia what had been on her mind since she first heard Celestia's angelic voice. "Are you my new Mommy?".

Celestia looked shocked at this question, "I... I... um..." she dug for a proper response so as to not add any more damage to the already vulnerable Unicorn. "I'm going to make sure that you find a good home personally." She stated softly, finding that the young filly had made her way under Celestia and was cozying up to her large hind legs. Celestia's heart melted as the young filly seemed to finally find a place of safety after going through so much. Celestia tried to maintain her poise and to resist her own emotions, after all, it was inappropriate for her to become too close to her subjects. With a high pitched whirring sound, Celestia opened the door to the bedroom, and the filly eagerly trotted into the room. "Please make yourself at home, I'll have food brought to your room shortly."

Excitedly, the filly pranced about the large bedroom. "Wow, is this my new bedroom? Thank you so much!" she declared with a squeal. "Are you coming back later to play with me?" she queried, a smile finally finding its way onto her face.

Celestia looked a bit uncomfortable at this request, after all, her day was absolutely packed and today's change of schedule would leave tomorrow even more packed and she generally made an effort not to become too close to any one subject. "I suppose I can find some time before you go to bed to play with you" she replied gingerly. This affirmation caused the filly to respond with awkward dance in place.

"I have to go now hun, but I promise I'll come visit you later" Celestia turned away before coming to a realization. "I never asked what you're called. What's your name dear?"

The filly smiled gleefully. "Sunset Shimmer."

Sunrise

The air in Princess Celestia's private royal library carried a faint aroma of ancient parchment and the subtle fragrance of well-preserved leather-bound books. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of magical orbs suspended in the air, which cast a warm, inviting light that danced across the shelves lined with tomes of all shapes and sizes.

As Sunset Shimmer pushed open the ornate double doors, the creaking hinges released a sound that echoed through the room, a gentle reminder of the library's age and the secrets it held. The scent of old knowledge permeated the air, triggering a wave of nostalgia as Sunset stepped further into the sanctum.

The plush carpet under her hooves absorbed the sound of her steps, and muffled the noise to create an almost reverent hush. The occasional crackle of a burning fireplace added a comforting undertone, infusing the air with the comforting scent of burnt oak. Celestia, ensconced in a regal armchair, looked up from her book with a warm smile as her daughter entered.

The visual tapestry of the library unfolded before Sunset, revealing shelves adorned with ancient scrolls and delicate artifacts. The soft, natural light filtering through the enchanted windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air, giving the room an ethereal quality.

As Sunset approached, the faint murmur of Celestia turning a page reached her ears, punctuating the otherwise quiet ambiance. The library was a haven of tranquility, a sanctuary where the outside world faded into oblivion.

Sunset's hooves brushed against the carpet, and her eyes drank in the sight of Celestia's serene expression, framed by the glow of the magical orbs. The princess's mane, a cascade of ethereal colors, shimmered like a living aurora, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere of the library.

"Hi mom," Sunset Shimmer greeted, the sound of her voice cutting through the quietude. Celestia closed her book, marking her place with a slender horseshoe-shaped bookmark, and rose to her hooves.

"Sunset Shimmer," Celestia said, her voice a melodic symphony that resonated in the room. "What brings you to my private haven?"

Sunset laughed. "No need to be so serious, Mom. We both know you're just trying to sneak in a nap between meetings, considering no one else is allowed in here." she stuck her tongue out playfully at Celestia.

"That's not true at all, Sunset, and we both know it. I would never be so sloth-like" she said with a grin. "I'm also using it as a chance to catch up on my romance novels," she added, trying to hide the smile on her face behind her hoof. They both chuckled in unison.

"How was your first week of class, dear?" inquired Celestia, a soft and motherly smile adorning her face.

Sunset gave a playful smile. "It's kind of weird having your mom as one of your teachers, but the work itself has been fairly easy thus far."

Celestia gracefully approached Sunset, concern etched on her features and sat down beside her, which brought them face to face. "I've noticed that you've been excelling in your studies, which I'm immensely proud of. However, I've also noticed that making friends seems to be a bit challenging for you. How are you feeling about your social interactions with your fellow students?"

Sunset seemed to avoid answering directly. "The other ponies are years behind me in studies. I'm surprised anypony is struggling at all; much of this stuff isn't even hard, they just need to take the time to actually study." Sunset averted her gaze, her expression guarded.

Celestia sighed softly, understanding that Sunset was deflecting the conversation. "Sunset, I believe that building connections with others is an integral part of personal growth. Friendships can be enriching and provide support during challenging times. Is there something specific on your mind that's making it difficult for you to reach out to your peers?"

Sunset hesitated, then spoke with a hint of frustration. "I just... I don't want to be distracted. I want to focus on my magic, to become the most powerful unicorn I can be. I don't need friends for that." Celestia placed a comforting hoof on Sunset's shoulder.

"Sunset, I admire your dedication to your studies. But it's essential to find a balance. Friendship isn't a distraction; it can be a source of strength and inspiration. You don't have to navigate this on your own.

Sunset averted her gaze, her expression guarded. "I'm fine, Mom. Studying is what's important, and I'm making progress. I don't need to worry about friendships right now."

Celestia's face bore one of concern. "Is there something specific on your mind that's making it difficult for you to reach out to your peers?"

Sunset sighed, her eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. "Well, Mom, I'm doing well in class, but making friends... it's not as easy as acing a test."

A memory replayed in Sunset Shimmer's mind like an old film, each frame capturing the essence of a failed attempt at connection during her week at the School for Gifted Unicorns. It was a crisp autumn day, and the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of rain infused the air with an earthy fragrance.

The courtyard bustled with activity, students chatting animatedly and the sounds of footsteps echoing against the school's brick walls. Sunset, stood on the periphery, and observed the ebb and flow of social interactions.

The colors of the scene were vibrant — the reds and golds of the autumn foliage clashed with the blues and grays of the school buildings. A distant hum of laughter and camaraderie teased Sunset's ears, beckoning her to join the tapestry of friendship.

Summoning a mix of determination despite a nervousness that was overwhelming, Sunset took a step forward, her hooves meeting the concrete pathway with a faint echo. The soft rustling of leaves underhoof added an ambient soundtrack to her quest for connection.

Approaching a small cluster of students, their laughter like distant music, Sunset attempted to insert herself into their orbit. The taste of anticipation and the bitter tang of insecurity mingled in her mouth as she initiated a conversation, words hanging in the air like delicate threads. "Hi, I'm Sunset Shimmer, how are you doing today?"

However, the reception was far from what she had hoped. The group's body language shifted subtly, closing ranks as if an invisible barrier had materialized. The rhythmic flow of conversation continued, leaving Sunset adrift in the awkward silence that enveloped her.

The visual tableau of rejection unfolded before her eyes — the vibrant colors of the scene seemed to dim, and the once inviting atmosphere turned cold. Faces turned away, eye contact was avoided, as if it was an inconvenience to acknowledge the presence of Sunset Shimmer.

Sunset snapped back to the present, Celestia taking note of the obvious shift in emotion as Sunsets thoughts had gone from schoolwork to that of making friends. She wrapped Sunset in a big hug. "If you have any problems, feel free to come to me, I might be the princess, but I'm your mother first, and I will make sure that you're happy, ok?" The tender touch of her mother's wings enveloped Sunset, offering solace and understanding. The scent of Celestia's calming aura filled the air, dispelling the lingering shadows of past failures.

As Sunset nestled into the embrace, the rustle of Celestia's regal gown echoed the reassurance of a mother's love. The warmth of the moment permeated through the room, creating a haven within the private library's walls. Sunset's gratitude hung in the air, palpable and sincere, as she fought back the small tear that threatened to escape.

"Honey," Celestia whispered, her voice a soothing melody, "sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we face within ourselves. I've always believed in your strength, and I'm proud of the remarkable pony you've become."

"Thank you for always being there, Mom," Sunset said, her voice steady. The words hung in the air, a bridge connected past and present, as they stood together in the embrace of the royal library—a sanctuary where books were read, and love prevailed.

"I want to show you something, Sunset, I think it will cheer you up". Celestia stood up from her sitting position. Sunset's eyes reflected a mixture of curiosity and anticipation and stood up beside her. The magical orbs suspended in the air cast a warm glow on their figures as they turned toward the library's exit. Princess Celestia and Sunset Shimmer exited the royal library, the heavy doors closing behind them with a muted thud.

Just Like Water

Sunset Shimmer trailed closely behind Princess Celestia as they descended a hidden set of steps. A subtle aroma of moss and dampness wafted through the air, filling Sunset's nostrils as they navigated the narrow stone passageways. The walls were cool to the touch, and the echoes of their hoofsteps reverberated through the ancient corridors.

The darkness enveloped them, and Sunset couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine with the only source of light being the soft glow that emanated from Celestia's ethereal mane, casting dancing shadows on the worn stones beneath their hooves. Sunset could hear the subtle trickle of water somewhere in the distance, a melody that played alongside the rhythm of their hoofsteps.

The air became more humid, and a faint taste of moisture lingered on her tongue. The echoes of their hoofsteps bounced off the walls, creating an eerie symphony that added to the surreal atmosphere.

As they turned left, then right, and left again, Sunset's sense of direction became disoriented. The stone passages seemed to wind endlessly, and created labyrinth that challenged not only her spatial awareness but also her perception of time. The cool, musty air seemed to press against her coat, and left a subtle, lingering sensation.

As the journey persisted, the air became increasingly stifling, carrying the scent of dampness and hinting at an unseen water source. The taste of moisture hung in the air, adding to the mysterious allure of their surroundings. Sunset's senses were fully engaged in the unfolding exploration beneath Canterlot.

Finally, the realization hit Sunset like a revelation — they were under the lake. The scent of fresh water, the distant sounds of gentle waves, and the damp atmosphere all converged to unveil the hidden secret. At the end of the lengthy passageway stood a solitary, unassuming steel door. Celestia approached it with purpose, and as she extended a gentle hum of her magic, the mechanisms of the lock echoed loudly. Each click reverberated through the stone corridor until finally, the door swung open, revealing the mysteries that lay within.

Celestia stepped into the room as Sunset followed close behind. The dusty old laboratory exuded an air of forgotten experimentation. Ancient bookshelves, their wooden frames showing signs of wear, lined the walls, holding volumes with faded titles. The floor was covered in a layer of dust and creaked underhoof with every step. Cobwebs clung to the corners, weaving a delicate tapestry that hinted at the passage of time.

At the heart of this curated chaos, a single stand-up mirror stood with an aura of untouched elegance. Its frame, polished and gleaming, showcased an intricate design that spoke of meticulous care. The mirror's surface, unblemished by time, reflected the laboratory's orderly disorder with a pristine accuracy.

"What is this place?" asked Sunset, as she broke the silence that had been the norm in the room for a long time. She glanced around the room, her eyes finally arriving on the lone mirror in the center of the room. The reflective surface seemed wildly out of place; there was no dust that had settled on it, and it was in perfect condition, no cracks to the glass, and no chips to the wooden frame. A strong contrast to the rest of the room that obviously lacked upkeep. Sunset took a couple steps towards the mirror, only to find Celestia had raised her hoof in front of her, blocking Sunset from getting any closer.

"This is one of the oldest and most mysterious artifacts in the care of the kingdom." Celestia said, her voice quiet and deliberate. Celestia lowered her hoof and took a few steps towards the mirror, Celestia ran her hoof along the side of the mirror, and as her touch traced the reflective surface, a mesmerizing transformation occurred. The mirror seemed to respond like a liquid, warping under the gentle pressure of her hoof which created ripples that distorted the reflection. The once stable image undulated as if caught in a watery dance before gradually returning to its original, unaltered state.

Sunset, having just realized that she was holding her breath in awe, took a deep inhalation of the musty air surrounding the mysterious mirror. "What is this thing?" she inquired, her voice echoed through the quiet laboratory, carrying a mix of curiosity and wonder.

Celestia, still contemplating the enchanted mirror, turned to Sunset with a thoughtful expression. "It's a relic of ancient magic," she began, her words carrying a weight of history, with Celestia taking on a much more serious tone of voice than usual. "A mirror that blurs the boundaries between the tangible and the mystical. Its secrets are as old as time itself."

However, Celestia's solemnity quickly transformed into an infectious smile, from which she quickly burst into laughter. "I'm sorry," she chuckled, as her laughter echoed through the quiet laboratory. "I can't pretend to be serious for that long. But in all seriousness, this mirror holds wonders beyond our understanding, and perhaps a few pranks left by the ancient enchanters." She said with a grin as she turned to look back at Sunset who stood with mouth agape. "The truth is we don't know what it is. I stored this down here after the former researcher assigned to it passed, and the best guess he could give is that it's a portal to somewhere. however, we don't know to where."

Sunset stepped towards the mirror, her curiosity getting the better of her. She reached up to touch the mirror, her hoof barely brushed against the frame for an instant before Celestia intervened. With a gentle but firm motion, Celestia pushed Sunset's hoof away, earning a shared look of annoyance between the two ponies. "So, why are you showing me this?" Sunset queried, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild frustration. The interrupted connection with the mirror made her yearn for a deeper understanding, and Celestia's actions only fueled her desire to unravel the mysteries hidden within the enchanted looking glass.

Celestia smiled down at Sunset. "Two reasons: one, I wanted to cheer you up. I thought you might find such a weird piece of magic to be interesting." Sunset gave a half nod, Celestia was right, her curiosity had been piqued by the mysterious mirror. "Two, introduce you to a potential career when you finish school. Artifact research is a career choice that's both lucrative and prestigious if you would like to go in that direction," Celestia continued, her eyes gleaming with encouragement. Sunset's face broke into a half-smile as she considered the prospect, in an attempt to convey a newfound sense of interest. The idea of delving into the secrets of magical artifacts seemed to spark a flame of curiosity within her.

With a sigh, Celestia considered the journey ahead. "Alright, let's head back up; we both know it'll be a long trot," she said with an annoyed voice.

Sunset gave Celestia a curious look. "Can't we just teleport back to the throne room or the library?" she suggested, the prospect of avoiding a lengthy trek sparking a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Celestia shook her head. "There's a lot of spells in place to stop intruders from teleporting down into these tunnels. There's a lot of valuable, dangerous, or poorly understood magical artifacts down here, and I don't want these items to fall into the wrong hooves." Celestia paused, her expression carrying the weight of responsibility. "Only an extremely powerful creature could even hope to teleport to or from here, and doing so would result in serious injury." Sunset nodded, eager herself to escape from the damp and musty tomb they found themselves in.

As they left the room, Sunset turned back to face the mirror last time. she could almost swear she saw the surface ripple the same way it had when their hooves had jounced the edges. She stared for a few seconds before her thoughts were interrupted.

"Coming Sunset?" asked Celestia from down the corridor.

"Oh... Um, yes, Mom. Be right there," Sunset replied, her momentary distraction dispelled as she quickly chased after Celestia. The enchanting mysteries of the mirror still lingered in her mind, but the journey ahead took precedence.

Sentimental

The bedroom was bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, casting a golden glow across the room. Sunset Shimmer was perched on an elegant four-poster bed with intricate carvings, the rich, deep red of the bedspread contrasted with the golden oak of the furniture. Soft, sheer curtains billowed gently in the evening breeze from the open window which revealed a breathtaking view of the castle grounds, where the last rays of sunlight danced on the mountainside.

The scratching of Sunset Shimmer's pen on paper provided a rhythmic undertone to the room. A distant hum of activity from the castle courtyard reached through the window, accompanied by the occasional trill of birds as they settled in for the night.

Sunset’s hoof glided smoothly over the pages of her notebook, the paper was crisp and textured beneath her touch. She examined her work, and looked back and forth between a book containing an archaic language and her drawing of the silver mirror as she struggled to get a better grasp on the ancient artifact.

The entrance of Celestia, marked by the subtle creak of the door, contributed a nuanced element to the tranquil atmosphere as her hooves clicked along the marble floor. Sunset quickly tucked her notebook into a pile of papers, hiding it from Celestia.

It proved to be a fruitless attempt. From the corner of her eye, Celestia caught sight of a vividly drawn picture of the silver mirror on a nearby notebook. Advanced arcane symbols intricately wrapped around the image on the page. As Celestia tried to decipher them, the notebook was swiftly hidden under a pile of papers by Sunset. Though she concealed it properly now, it was too late to evade the watchful eyes of Celestia.

"I can certainly arrange for you to move to a larger and more comfortable bedroom, or even one closer to mine," Celestia said, infusing warmth into her voice.

Sunset smiled appreciatively at the generous offer but gently shook her head. "The room holds sentimental value for me; after all, it's the first gift you ever gave me, Mom." She gave a toothy grin. "before you ask, school is going fine," her grin widened. "You probably already know that, considering you grade a lot of the papers yourself."

Celestia nodded. "I'm glad to hear you're managing well academically. What I wanted to discuss, though, is whether you've had the chance to connect with any of your classmates." Sunset lingered in silence for a brief moment before finally breaking it. "Honestly, I'm not keen on getting too close to any of them," she said softly, her words leaving a weight on Celestia's mind.

Celestia looked at Sunset with surprise. “Why are you so hesitant to try and make friends?”

Sunset nervously rubbed her hooves together, her gaze fixed on the blank page of her notebook beside her. Reluctantly, her mind drew a vivid image of a painful memory, each recollection weaving delicate threads into the fabric of her past. Bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, she navigated the corridors of time, retracing the steps that led to the heartache she now grappled with. The weight of emotion lingered in the air, as she endeavored to capture the essence of that haunting moment etched into the recesses of her mind with each thought.

A young Sunset played gleefully with another unicorn filly, Goss Mirage. Goss's teal coat and mane contrasted starkly with the castle halfway, adorned in saturated blues and dark reds. The energetic young Sunset badgered the solemn and seemingly bored Goss to keep playing. "Do you want to play hide and seek again, or maybe we could sneak into my mom’s room with the big chair!" The other filly shook her head, disinterested in any further games. “I know we can fly around the castle!” said sunset as she focused. With a hum of magic, Sunset levitated Goss and herself a few hooves off the stone floor.

Goss kicked her legs frantically. “Sunset, let me down!” she shouted, the urgency in her voice echoing through the air. The once joyful smile faded from Sunset’s face, her expression turning serious as they gently descended, the sensation of the descent palpable as their hooves met the ground.

"I'm sorry, Goss. Did I hurt you?" Sunset's voice held genuine concern, a soft undercurrent of worry weaving through her words.

Goss shot Sunset an angry look. “Your magic is really strange; don’t do something like that again.” she demanded. Sunset sat down and rubbed her hooves together, her eyes fixated on the ground, a mixture of confusion and remorse etched across her features. “I really need to go; my mom wanted me home before your mom lowers the sun,” Goss said as she sat up, and swiftly trotted away in search of her mother. The fading echoes of her hoofsteps resonated in the air, leaving Sunset to contemplate the unexpected turn of events.

Sunset, ever oblivious, waved goodbye, but the other filly didn't reciprocate the gesture. Then, like a sudden revelation, Sunset noticed that Goss had forgotten her doll! It leaned against the side of the wall, its presence a silent witness to her oversight. Determined to make amends, Sunset swiftly grabbed it with her magic, a faint hum accompanying the gesture, and she darted after the filly, the urgency of her hoofsteps against the stone echoed through the corridor.

She rounded a corner, the toy clasped in her magical grip, when she heard the other filly speak. "I don't want to visit her again," said Goss. Sunset paused, a hushed breath escaped her lips, as stepped back around the corner, out of sight but still well within earshot. The weight of those unexpected words hung in the air, and stirred a mix of curiosity and concern within Sunset.

The mother spoke sternly to her. “She's Celestia's daughter; I had to go through a lot of trouble to set up a playdate between you two. You will become friends with her; it will be in your, or rather in our interest, to form a relationship with her," her face twisting in anger. The intensity of her words hung in the air, creating a tense atmosphere that added weight to the expectations placed upon the young filly.

Goss pouted. "I don't want to be around her; she's weird," she said in a whiny tone, the discontent evident in the slight quiver of her voice.

Sunset dropped the doll on the floor with a hushed phoomph. She fought back tears, the unshed emotions lingering in the air yielding to the fear of being discovered. The mare's frustration manifested audibly as she raised her voice. "Ok, then let me be more clear; you're going to be friends with her whether you like it or not," she spat, her face stern and immovable. Goss, grappling with conflicting emotions, tried to muster the strength to protest, but upon seeing her mother's unwavering expression, bowed her head. "Fine, I'll be friends with her if I have to," she conceded, her defeated tone resonating with a sense of resignation.

Sunset rushed back to her room, where she found Celestia sitting on the large bed, patiently waiting for her. Before Celestia could inquire about what was wrong, Sunset quickly interrupted, diving into her lap. Her loud cries were muffled as she buried her face into the chest of the large Alicorn. Uncertain of what to do, Celestia instinctively began rubbing Sunset's back, the comforting motion accompanied by gentle, calming shushing noises.

In the present day Celestia found herself embraced by a young mare, Sunset, who wrapped her legs around Celestia's large torso. Although Sunset didn't cry, the numb desperation in her expression conveyed everything Celestia needed to know. "It will be okay, honey, I promise," Celestia assured, her soothing words accompanied by the gentle motion of her hoof rubbing along Sunset’s back. Uncertain of the root cause of Sunset's distress, Celestia offered comfort in the absence of clear understanding.

Mind Dances

Sunset Shimmer immersed herself in the hallowed confines of Celestia's private library, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of aged parchment and the faint aroma of ancient enchantments. The air was charged with the energy of countless spells, and created a tangible sense of magic that resonated with every breath she took.

The silence of the library was broken only by the faint rustling of pages and the occasional creaking of the ancient bookshelves. Sunset could almost taste the quiet, a flavor that heightened her awareness and immersed her into the sanctity of Celestia's vast repository of magical knowledge.

Lost in her studies, Sunset was oblivious to the subtle creak of the library door as it opened. Celestia, her regal mother, entered the room, her presence was immediately felt in the shifting air. As she approached, the soft rustle of her flowing mane and the gentle click of her hooves on the marble floor announced her arrival.

Celestia's eyes, pools of wisdom and understanding, observed Sunset engrossed in her studies. A proud smile graced her lips as she witnessed her daughter delving into the mysteries of ancient magic. The taste of familial pride lingered on Celestia's metaphorical tongue, a bittersweet reminder of the passing of knowledge from one generation to the next.

Celestia surveyed the disorderly scene, her gaze traced the chaotic landscape of scattered papers and books that lay haphazardly on the floor like fallen leaves. The sight was a stark departure from the usually impeccable state in which she maintained her private library. With a hint of irritation etched on her face, she addressed Sunset, "Feel free to make use of my private library, Sunset, but a simple request beforehoof would be appreciated." Her tone revealed an underlying vexation that she didn't bother to conceal.

Sunset persisted in her writing, seemingly impervious to Celestia's words, as if they were water rolling off a metaphorical umbrella. The room fell into a contemplative silence, broken only by the scratch of Sunset's pen against the paper. After a thoughtful pause, she finally shattered the quietude, her voice cut through the air, "What is it that you really want, Mom?"

In a room brimming with the weight of countless nobles and the gravity of foreign leaders, Celestia wielded a presence that could effortlessly command attention. Yet, when it came to her own daughter, words seemed to elude her like she was chasing her own shadow. She hesitated, grappling with the vulnerability of the moment. After a deep breath to collect herself, she finally spoke, "Sunset, I... I've noticed you've been skipping classes. I am one of your teachers; do you believe I wouldn't notice?" she inquired, her tone demanding an answer.

Sunset lifted her head slightly, meeting Celestia's gaze with eyes that were lazily half-opened. "Mom, have you ever considered the fact that I'll likely depart this world long before you do?"

Celestia involuntarily retreated a step, finding herself once again ensnared in the grip of silence, the second occurrence within the same conversation. She had confronted demigods with unwavering composure, yet her own daughter managed to render her wordless.

Summoning courage, she took a deep gulp, attempting to dispel the disquiet that lingered in the air. She swallowed hard, her voice carrying a hint of concern, "Sunset, there's no need to burden yourself with such thoughts. That's a long way away."

Sunset gave a glum expression "When I'm gone, that's the end of it. But you'll be here for thousands of years, carrying the weight of your child's death in the recesses of your mind," she conveyed, a somber expression gracing her features. "Do you truly believe you'll be able to bear that burden?"

Celestia stepped forward, gently placing a hoof on Sunset's shoulder. Her struggle to maintain composure was evident, as she grappled with the delicate balance of expressing comfort and finding the right words. "It's not worth tormenting yourself over such thoughts. Focus on seizing the present moment, my dear. I'm determined to cherish every second I spend with you," she conveyed, a heartfelt smile gracing her features.

"I am making the most of my time," Sunset remarked, a determined glint in her eyes, "That's why I'm skipping class." Celestia, intrigued yet puzzled, tilted her head in confusion. "Look, Mom, I'm still showing up for both the written and ability tests, and I'm acing them. Instead, my time would be better spent studying on my own," Sunset explained confidently.

With purpose, she pushed her notebook towards Celestia. As the notebook opened, a familiar mirror filled the page, the page adorned with notes and arcane symbols that were not even familiar to Celestia. "I've been making solid advances in studying this artifact," Sunset continued, tapping the picture with her hoof. The room seemed to hum with newfound energy. "I believe that the last researcher overlooked some crucial aspects due to not having access to certain rare or restricted books in your private library." The air carried a sense of revelation, and the space was infused with the anticipation of knowledge yet to be uncovered.

Celestia delicately grasped the notebook between her hooves, bringing her face close to the page in an attempt to decipher the intricate scribbles lining the margins. "I'm pleased to see your initiative in advancing your magical studies, but I still would like you to attend class," Celestia expressed, her voice carrying a blend of encouragement and concern.

Sunset responded with an annoyed look, her expression revealed a subtle tension. "I will, but only if you can provide a genuine reason. I believe I've proven that I don't need to attend," she stated with a confident undertone, the air charged with a hint of defiance.

Celestia's expression shifted, revealing a conflict within her. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," she offered, her tone gentle yet firm. "I'll only expect you to show up for tests, but in exchange, you need to make some friends. Can you do that?" The air held a tentative hope, as if the room itself awaited Sunset's response.

Sunset's annoyance lingered in her gaze as she stared at Celestia for a moment. Eventually, with a reluctant acknowledgment, she gave a slight nod. "Fine. I have a limited time on Equus. If I can waste less of it in class, then I'll do it," she declared, the air carrying a blend of determination and resignation. The room seemed to settle, the agreement hanging between them like a delicate equilibrium.

Celestia's concern lingered in her gaze, but she ultimately chose not to press the issue further. "Thank you," she expressed with a soft gratitude. As she stood up and turned to leave, the sound of Sunset's furious scribbling in her notebook echoed behind her. The library doors closed with a muted thud, leaving the room in a quiet aftermath, the air heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts.

Sunset Shimmer found refuge behind the sheltered embrace of an ancient oak tree, its gnarled branches offered a perfect vantage point. The amber hues of the setting sun generously painted the sky, casting a warm and enchanting glow over the tranquil scene. From her hidden perch, she attentively observed two ponies engrossed in conversation near a babbling brook, their voices carried like a gentle melody through the crisp evening air.

As she continued to observe, Sunset became attuned to the subtle nuances of the ponies' interaction. The soft laughter that punctuated their conversation, the rhythmic clip-clop of their hooves as they shifted in the grass – all contributing to the serene ambiance of the moment. Sunset couldn't help but smile, appreciating the simple beauty of friendship and connection. From her concealed spot behind the oak tree, she cherished the sensory symphony playing out before her, a reminder that even in a world of magic and wonder, the most enchanting moments were often found in the quiet simplicity of genuine companionship.

Summoning a newfound sense of courage, Sunset ventured forward, her steps echoed with a subtle anticipation as she neared the two ponies that were immersed in conversation. she inhaled deeply as she experienced a potent blend of nerves and determination, the air was saturated with the intertwining scents of grass and unspoken tension.

"Hi, I'm Sunset Shimmer. How's it going today?" she greeted, as her words rode the gentle breeze. The two ponies cast a bewildered glance her way. Sunset stood there nervously, and could feel the weight of their scrutiny. She became acutely aware of the seconds as they passed, while her smile grew slightly strained as she awaited their response.

The ponies exchanged a glance, one leaned towards the other to whisper something in her ear before refocusing on Sunset. "I know you, you're Celestia's daughter," said one with annoyance in her voice. Sunset, feeling a twinge of discomfort, replied awkwardly, "Yeah, that's me," her attempt at a joyful demeanor began to falter.

Undeterred by Sunset's presence, the other ponies seemed disinterested. "So, are you enjoying... the weather today?" Sunset inquired, trying to break the ice. The ponies scoffed in unison, the dark-furred mare stating, "What a weird thing to ask," their laughter lingering in the air before they turned their attention back to Sunset.

"I've heard that you have weird magic and that you never leave the castle, is that true?" the mare asked, a spiteful edge to her voice. Sunset stammered; she struggled to maintain her composure. "I... I think my magic is normal," she replied quietly, confidence diminished. "I was hoping that maybe we could be friends?" Her plea carried a sense of vulnerability, accentuated by the distant rustle of leaves.

Both ponies shook their heads simultaneously. "Nopony would want to be friends with a strange pony, and anypony that says they want to be your friend is only doing so to get to your Mom," they declared, dismissing her. As they returned to their conversation, Sunset turned away, tears glistened in her eyes, the sound of her quiet sobs blended with the fading daylight.

Her worst fears played out like a haunting melody in her mind, and she remained rooted behind the shelter of a large oak tree. Sunset lingered in the shadows, a silent observer watching the two ponies by the brook. As her imagination ran wild, it conjured vivid scenes of the harsh realities she anticipated. With each passing moment, she rubbed her hooves together nervously, the textured bark of the oak tree offered a tangible connection to the anxiety brewing within her.

Standing behind the tree where she felt a sense of safety, she allowed her thoughts to cascade into a torrent of negative scenarios, each one more daunting than the last. The air around her seemed charged with tension, as if the very atmosphere conspired to amplify her apprehension. The brook's gentle murmur provided an acoustic backdrop to the tumultuous scenes of her approaching those ponies and failing to make friends played in her head, over and over.

Convinced of the malevolent nature of the two ponies she observed, Sunset's heart weighed heavily in her chest. With a profound sense of resignation, she turned away from the unsettling tableau and began the slow, solitary journey back towards the castle. The echoes of her own hoofsteps mirrored the somber rhythm of her thoughts, creating a melancholic soundtrack to accompany the fading sunlight.

"Celestia"

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm cascade of hues across Sunset Shimmer's bedroom in the castle. The walls glowed with the last remnants of daylight, creating a serene atmosphere. Sunset sat in her room at a gracefully carved desk, the surface was adorned with scrolls, and an array of mystical artifacts. A majestic, leather-bound textbook lay open before her, its pages filled with ancient runes and enchanting diagrams. The air hummed with an ambient magic as Sunset delved into the depths of her studies.

As Sunset immersed herself into her work, the tranquility of the moment was abruptly shattered by the sudden entrance of Princess Celestia. The tall doors swung open with a resounding thud, and Celestia stormed into the room, her regal demeanor disrupted by an air of urgency.

"Sunset Shimmer!" Celestia's voice thundered through the room, her Canterlot voice reverberated with authority. As she stormed in, the very air seemed to tremble, this caused books to sway on their shelves and objects on her dresser to dance erratically. The marble floor beneath Celestia's powerful strides groaned, the shelves creaked in protest, and the orbs of light jingled with an ethereal hum. Despite the chaos surrounding her, Sunset Shimmer remained an unyielding force, immersed in her world of relentless scribbling. Celestia, her imposing figure casting a shadow over the scene, continued her determined approach. With each step, the cold touch of the buckling marble floor added a tactile dimension to the unfolding confrontation. Yet, Sunset Shimmer, seemingly unfazed, persisted in her work, a testament to her steadfast focus in the face of the demi-god's formidable presence.

Sunset emitted an irritated exhale before finally addressing the intrusion, her voice carrying a tone of detached apathy, "What is it, Mom?" The lack of enthusiasm was palpable, as if her words were coated in a layer of disinterest.

With a disdainful tone, she spat her words at the irritated unicorn, "You know very well what!" The frustration in her voice was evident as she continued, "You've skipped classes for two weeks, missed midterms, and utterly disregarded our agreement. On a completely unrelated note, more than one guard has remarked on your noticeable odor. You have a private bathroom attached to your bedroom, and you're neglecting your hygiene entirely." Her anger surged as Sunset persistently ignored her. "This has become an issue. Your sole focus on research and constant studying is unhealthy, and it needs to cease immediately, Sunset."

Sunset, in a moment of begrudging acknowledgment, set aside her writing, giving Celestia the faintest trace of respect. "How many of your kids have died mom?" Her question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken grievances.

Celestia, caught off guard by the unexpected question, responded with a measured tone, "Sunset, this is neither the time nor the place for such discussions." As the intensity of her anger waned, her words carried a touch of restraint.

In a stoic and monotone voice, Sunset rose to confront Celestia, revealing her unsettling findings. "As far as I can tell, it's at least ten," she declared with an air of grim certainty. "I delved into the forbidden section of the main library and uncovered records of those, but there were more, weren't there?" Celestia, taken aback, found herself momentarily speechless. "Is this the reason for your celibacy?" Sunset's question hung in the air, shrouded in the weight of a revelation.

"That's enough," snapped Celestia, her tone cutting through the conversation. "My personal life is none of your concern, and we will not discuss it any further," she declared firmly.

The unabated sunset painted the sky in hues of fiery orange and pink. "I've noticed the intensity in your gaze towards the handsome stallion guards; there's no subtlety in your attempts to conceal it, and I'm not the only one to notice." In disbelief, Celestia's gaze remained fixed, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and astonishment. The air in the room seemed to hold its breath, capturing the moment of unanticipated revelation. "Your fear of losing others stems from the countless wounds inflicted from losing those around you. That's why you never make any attempt at relationships" The air carried the weight of unspoken pain, a lingering reminder of the scars left by the past.

Sunset made an attempt at a smile. "You're my sole family, the only tether I have to kinship. I sense the pain you're harboring, and I implore you mom, share your burden with me. Let the words flow, and let us navigate through the storm together." The air hung with a mix of concern and the unspoken desire for connection.

"Enough!" Celestia's voice thundered through the room, the room rocked as her voice reverberated with enough force to be felt several rooms away. The sheer power in her command echoed through the air, leaving a lingering vibration that hung in the atmosphere.

"I've grown weary of these games, Sunset. Your reluctance to forge connections is evident, and, more concerning, your academic future is at risk if you continue to neglect attendance," expressed with a mix of frustration and concern. Sunset averted her gaze, a cloak of shame settling upon her as a testament to her perceived failure.

"Perhaps making friends isn't meant for me," Sunset responded softly, her words carrying the weight of her pain. The air in the room seemed to absorb the vulnerability in her voice, creating a somber atmosphere that echoed the struggle within.

Shaking her head, Celestia asserted, "Building connections is within anyone's grasp, and from now on, you are forbidden from entering any library in the castle, as well as the research labs, until you resume attending classes," her tone unwavering in its firmness. The decree hung in the air, a tangible consequence adding weight to the importance of change.

Sunset shot a defiant glare at Celestia, poised to voice her objections, but before she could utter a word, Celestia interjected, "That's my final word on the subject." The air held a tense stillness, underscoring the authority and resolution in Celestia's declaration.

"Are you conveying this to me as my mother or the princess?" Sunset challenged defiantly. The air hung with tension, awaiting the distinction between the personal and royal facets of their relationship.

"Pick one," declared Celestia, her determination flowed through her words like a raging river. The intensity in her voice painted the atmosphere with an undeniable force, leaving no room for ambiguity

Celestia turned to leave, unaffected by Sunset's unblinking glare. "None of this matters, Celestia," Sunset uttered under her breath. Celestia paused briefly as she left the room, a heavy silence settled in as Celestia finally departed, leaving the lingering weight of unresolved emotions behind.

Just Like Fire

Princess Celestia's steps echoed through the silent corridors of Canterlot Castle as she made her way towards her private library. The normally bustling castle was hushed in the late hours of the night, and an unusual tension hung in the air. Celestia, attuned to the subtle energies around her, felt a disturbance, a disquieting presence that made the fur on the back of her neck stand on end.

As she pushed open the creaking door, a shiver ran down Princess Celestia's spine. The library, usually a sanctuary of tranquility, felt different tonight. The scent of aged parchment and leather-bound books filled her nostrils, but beneath it lingered a subtle undertone of something unfamiliar—a scent she couldn't quite place.

She cautiously advanced into the room, her golden shoes whispering against the polished marble floor. The darkness seemed to cling to the air, and her ears flicked in all directions as she strained her ears to catch any sound that might break the unsettling quiet. The soft rustle of pages turning on their own, the occasional creak of ancient wood, and the hushed whispers of a draft carried an eerie symphony that echoed through the chamber.

Her acute senses caught a peculiar sensation—a subtle shift in the ambient magic lingering in the corner of the room. It was as if the very air hummed with an unsettling energy, a faint vibration that resonated through the atmosphere and set her intuition on edge.

Celestia's horn radiated a soft glow as she channeled a magical pulse through the room, dispersing any enchantments that dared to resist. Her attention shifted to a subtle flicker of light in the corner, where a cloak of invisibility melted away like morning mist, unveiling Sunset Shimmer immersed in her clandestine reading, illuminated solely by the gentle radiance of her own hornlight.

Startled, Sunset sat up abruptly, her eyes widening in surprise as her clever ruse unraveled before Princess Celestia's discerning gaze. The stern expression on Celestia's face intensified as she fixed her daughter with a glare. "I thought I made myself abundantly clear," Celestia's voice resonated with a mixture of disappointment and authority. "You are banned from all libraries in the castle, and that includes my own."

Sunset pursed her lips defiantly, meeting Celestia's stern gaze with a hint of audacity. "I understood perfectly," she retorted, her tone carrying a smirk, "I just saw no value in what you had to say Celestia." The air between them crackled with tension as the unspoken challenge hung in the library's dimly lit atmosphere.

Celestia's eyes widened, the controlled composure that usually defined her demeanor shredded by the onslaught of rage. "I don't let nobles, foreign rulers, or even demi-gods speak to me in such a manner," she growled, the authority in her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "What makes you think that you can speak to me like that?" The gravity of her words hung heavily in the tense silence that followed, as if challenging Sunset to reconsider her audacious stance.

Unperturbed, Sunset remained determined to express her perspective. "I'm done with school; there's no point, and we both know it. Any test that measures my magical strength is obliterated, and I know more than my teachers." She paused deliberately, casting a sidelong glance at Celestia. "All my teachers" she declared, her gaze pointedly fixed on Celestia, "so there is no point in continuing." The air crackled with Sunset's assertion, challenging the established norms and expectations.

With a sudden flash of light, both ponies' horns ignited in unison, casting an ethereal glow across the library as they locked eyes in an intense standoff. "I'm warning you, Sunset," Celestia declared, her voice a blend of authority and restrained anger, "as your princess, that you will stop this behavior and start to fly right, or there will be serious consequences." The air seemed to hum with the weight of the impending decision, the emotional tension as palpable as the powerful magic surging in library.

"Or what, Celestia?" Sunset challenged poignantly. "You'll banish me to the moon like your sister?" The words hung heavily in the air, causing Celestia to pause. Her anger retreated, replaced by shock at Sunset's knowledge. "Yes, I know all about your sister," Sunset continued, her tone firm. "Anything about her existence was hidden in restricted books around the castle. The only things publicly available that even remotely mention her are books labeled as myths and fairy tales." Sunset's revelation added an unexpected layer to the confrontation, leaving Celestia momentarily at a loss for words.

Celestia shook her head, "I didn't want to banish her, I was forced to when..."

"When her ascension was corrupted, that's not my issue, I understand that the banishment was necessary," Sunset stated, taking a deep breath before continuing. "My problem is that any time you have an emotion you can't deal with, you bury it." The weight of Sunset's words hung in the air as Celestia absorbed the accusation. "When your sister was banished, you buried the truth. When your children died, you buried their existence in the library's restricted section." Celestia's expression shifted from shock to a mixture of guilt and discomfort. "When you bury me in the ground one day," Sunset's tone turned stern, "will I just be another footnote in a book that nopony will ever read?" The question lingered, challenging the very core of Celestia's actions and decisions, leaving a heavy silence between them.

Celestia's jaw dropped. No other pony knew exactly where to strike to inflict such a deep emotional wound, and she fought back tears as she grappled with the weight of Sunset's words. "All I have wanted was for you to make connections with others that I can't," she confessed, her voice strained with emotion. A couple of hot tears streamed down her face, betraying the vulnerability beneath her regal exterior. The library, once a haven of knowledge, now witnessed a poignant exchange between a princess burdened by her past and a fiery spirit yearning for understanding.

"I'm the only family you have, and you won't open up to me at all," Sunset asserted, her gaze briefly dropping as she gathered her thoughts. After a moment, she lifted her eyes, locking a determined gaze onto Celestia's face. "Who are you to lecture me about forming bonds with others when you don't even have any friends!" She yelled, her rage swelled within her as her horn came to a bright glow.

Sunset locked eyes with the defeated Celestia before allowing a surge of energy to burst through her horn. She directed the magical energy toward a nearby bookshelf, and with a powerful blast, papers flew through the air accompanied by splinters of wood. Her frustration and anger echoed in each destructive release of magic. She continued her outburst, targeting another bookshelf and obliterating its contents, the force of the magical explosion sending more debris into the air. Each subsequent bookshelf became a casualty to her unleashed power, the once-orderly rows of knowledge now scattered and destroyed in the wake of Sunset's emotional turmoil.

Celestia watched in shock, her body frozen in place as she witnessed the destruction unfold before her. "Those books are rare and ancient, Sunset," she said softly, her voice tinged with bewilderment at the destructive ability displayed by her daughter.

Sunset tapped her forehead with her hoof. "It's all up here; I've memorized every book in this castle. Don't worry, Celestia, you'll find more books that you'll never read," she said with a hint of malice in her voice.

I don't have anything else to learn here. Sunset turned to walk towards the exit. "Don't follow me Celestia. If we're being honest I don't think you have enough power to stop me if you wanted to." Sunset said solemnly as she exited the room, leaving Celestia by herself, the weight of their conversation still hanging in the air.

Sunset

Celestia strolled through the grand halls of her castle, the soft echoes of her hoofsteps resonated against the polished stone floors. Candles bathed every surface in a warm, glowing light, and illuminated the vast space, casting a gentle radiance on the tapestries and intricate carvings that adorned the walls.

Other than her hoofsteps, the only sounds that broke the stillness were the distant hoots of an owl outside and the muffled rustle of Celestia's ethereal mane wafting through the air. The temperature within the castle was cool and the stone walls held the residual chill of the night. A gentle breeze slipped through the slightly ajar windows, bringing with it the scent of dew-laden gardens and the distant fragrance of blooming night flowers.

The flavor of solitude lingered in the air, subtle and bittersweet. With each measured lap around the castle, the pervasive quiet enveloped her, granting ample space for contemplation. Memories of her earlier conversation with Sunset danced through her mind like a disjointed melody, each word resonated in the stillness. As her hoofsteps echoed in rhythmic harmony with her racing thoughts, Celestia found solace in the tactile reassurance of the cold stone beneath her hooves. The hushed corridors of the castle, draped in an almost velvety silence, became a canvas for her introspection. The soft cadence of her steps became a steady heartbeat, a comforting pulse that reverberated through the tranquil surroundings, gradually easing the tension that gripped her nerves.

"Perhaps Sunset was correct in her assessment", she thought to herself. "I allowed my fear of getting hurt to hinder any pursuit of a relationship with a stallion, and I refrained from forming friendships altogether, even with my own daughter. Perhaps my daughter had inadvertently picked up my own negative habits."

Celestia halted her stroll around the castle, coming to a stop in front of Sunset's door. She recognized the need to mend things, and her thoughts reflected on Sunset's tumultuous past—having endured unique challenges from a young age, Sunset was orphaned twice and then raised under the rule of a benevolent dictator, which had, in certain aspects, cast her as an outsider. With a sigh, Celestia acknowledged the necessity of cultivating more empathy in her interactions moving forward. Despite the late hour, Celestia believed expressing her thoughts could bring solace to Sunset, and with a subtle hum of magic, she opened the door.

Celestia gently pushed the door open with her hoof. "Sunset, I apologize for my recent behavior. I came to talk..." Her words trailed off, and dissipated in the empty room. Sunset wasn't here, and It wasn't just Sunset's absence; the walls were stripped of posters, the dresser stood bare, with faint outlines of dust marked the spots where objects once resided. The candles that once adorned the walls were gone, The oak trunk at the foot of her bed lay open and empty, and the mattress lacked any trace of bedding. The sole remnant in the room was a single torn page from Sunset's notebook sitting on her now empty bed—a depiction of the silver mirror.

Celestia gasped. She was filled with an overwhelming sense of urgency; her horn began to glow brightly, preparing for teleportation into the underground lab. With a hum, followed by an audible 'poof' of magic, Celestia disappeared. She felt her body being singed as she struggled through the ether, her magic battled against the numerous protective spells that sought to block anypony from teleporting directly into the secret passageways. Through sheer force of will, she pressed on, enduring the intense pain inflicted by a plethora of magical protections assaulting her body as she forced her body through the void.

Finally, with an audible 'poof,' Celestia materialized in the corridor outside the lab. She heard nothing as an intense ringing in her ears overwhelmed her senses, and caused her to lose her sense balance which forced her to stumble forward. Shaking her head in a deliberate attempt to regain her equilibrium. her eyes were ablaze with pain making her struggle to keep them open, her insides felt a deep stabbing pain, and her coat was scorched in several places causing a throbbing pain. Determined to catch Sunset, she forced herself to get off the ground and stand on her hooves, the overwhelming physical pain was a distant second to the thought of losing her daughter. She fought against her own body as she stumbled down the corridor towards the laboratory door.

With a resounding crash, Celestia propelled her body against the partially open steel door, willing to endure another jolt of pain. Despite the challenge, she successfully forced her way into the room. Once inside, her eyes immediately darted to the mirror which stood unscathed, seemingly unperturbed by her entrance.

In that moment, Celestia's attention was drawn to Sunset's notebook, carelessly thrown to the floor right in front of the mirror. The shredded edges of paper at the notebook's fringe perfectly aligned with the torn page depicting the mirror, making it unmistakable and that the page found on Sunset's bed had belonged at the top of the stack. Proceeding with careful steps, Celestia leaned over the notebook. The top page was blank, It disclosed no written words, no explanations, no farewell note – only tangible proof that Sunset had passed through the mirror, and left no trace behind.

Celestia crumpled to the ground, overwhelmed by uncontrollable sobs. She buried her face in her hooves, seated before the mirror, and fervently prayed for Sunset's return. Her cries echoed loudly down the stone hallway.

What's Her Name?

The castle lay cloaked in the stillness of the late-night hours, its towering spires reached toward a moonlit sky. A silver cascade of moonbeams spilled through arched windows, casting ethereal patterns on the cold, stone floor. Sunset Shimmer moved with ghostly silence, her steps a mere whisper against the smooth surface, as if the very castle itself held its breath.

The air, crisp and cool, carried the scent of aged wood and a faint trace of lavender, perhaps the staff had cleaned the grand hallway right before they left. The ambient sounds of the sleeping castle were a distant lullaby – the occasional creak of a window shutter, the hushed murmur of night guards that exchanged watch duties. Her every breath hung in the air, visible in the pale moonlight which created a delicate dance of mist.

Sunset glided through dimly lit corridors, the darkness embraced her like a conspirator, and concealed her presence. The only illumination came from flickering torches as they cast wild shadows that played tricks on the eyes. The faint echo of her hoofsteps resonated through the hallway, accompanied by the distant Chirp of Crickets from the castle grounds.

The tapestries that adorned the walls seemed to shiver in the night breeze, their embroidered tales narrating silent stories of the castle's long past. As Sunset walked by, she raised her hoof to brush against the fabric. The coarse texture against her hoof served as a stark reminder of the time she had once spent living within these walls.

As she the approached the throne room, the silence deepened, the heavy doors loomed over her like guardians to a secret realm. The two guards stationed at the entrance stepped forward upon seeing somepony approach, only to be swiftly rendered unconscious by a silent blast of Sunset's magic.

Sunset's stood in front of the large, ornate doors and took a deep breath, the sensation of returning here sent electric waves through her body. With a hum of her magic, the large doors creaked open, protesting the intrusion, and she slipped through into the heart of the castle's nocturnal embrace.

Upon entering the throne room, the pony was met with a breathtaking sight. The vast chamber was illuminated by the soft glow of magical sconces, which cast a warm radiance that danced upon the polished marble floor. The ceiling soared overhead, and was adorned with a celestial mural that mirrored the night sky; a tapestry of stars that gleamed in the darkness.

At the far end of the room, sat Princess Celestia on her ornate golden throne. Her alabaster coat caught the ambient light, and her flowing, ethereal mane seemed to shimmer like strands of liquid sunlight. The room was silent, save for the distant rustle of Celestia's feathers as she adjusted her regal posture.

The atmosphere carried a sense of reverence, with an almost imperceptible tension that underlined the quietude. The pony could taste the anticipation in the air, a mix of excitement and trepidation, like the charged air before a magical display. As Sunset advanced towards the throne, the taste of the air changed subtly, hinting at the magic that permeated the throne room.

Celestia felt an overwhelming sense of both joy and sorrow when she laid her eyes upon the faded yellow mare.

"Hi, Celestia," greeted Sunset. Her tone, quick and informal, would have been deemed extremely disrespectful from anyone else. However, coming from Sunset, it added an extra bite to her words. Sunset's gaze shifted to the lavender unicorn peacefully sleeping beside Celestia, her head nestled on Celestia's wing. To maintain privacy in their conversation, a hum of magic emanated from Sunset as she enveloped the sleeping unicorn in a soundproof bubble. "You don't seem surprised to see me again. For all you knew, I might never have returned, or something worse could have happened."

Celestia smiled, as she barely managed to suppress her urge to cry. "I knew you were okay; I could sense it in my heart, and I had faith that you would return one day." she said calmly as she gently brushed her wing along the flank of the young pony in her lap, feeling a semblance of sentimental bliss at the sight of her daughter once again. Sunset pursed her lips, as she observed the tender moment. "How did you manage to infiltrate this place without triggering any alarms?" Celestia inquired, curiosity etched on her face.

Sunset shook her head and rolled her eyes, as if the answer were glaringly obvious. "Your security is abysmal here. I simply incapacitated the guards I encountered and cast an invisibility spell on their unconscious bodies, ensuring nopony would notice," she explained casually. Celestia shot Sunset a disapproving glare. "Don't worry, Celestia. I didn't harm them; they'll wake up tomorrow and just think they fell asleep on the job," Sunset reassured, her matter-of-fact tone was accompanied by a devious grin. After a few seconds of having received an annoyed stare in response, Sunset sighed and shifted her attention to the sleeping pony. With a soured tone, she inquired, "What's her name? Is she my replacement?"

Celestia's poised temperament was broken with this stab in the heart. "No, I could never replace you, I will always love you Sunset!" she exclaimed.

Sunset gave a slight turn of her head, and squinted her eyes. "Really? Let me guess, your top student who adores you is now cuddling with you in your throne room. That sounds pretty familiar Celestia," she remarked.

Celestia stood up, gently lifting the sleeping unicorn and carefully placing her back down on the throne. "How dare you say that! How could you ever think I would try to replace you? You are my daughter, no matter what!" Celestia walked forward, her tone stern as she administered a dressing down upon Sunset. "Nopony could ever replace you, and furthermore... "

Sunset Cut Celestia off. "If you cared, why didn't you come after me? Do you realize how alone I felt?" The weight of her words hung in the air as tears welled up in the corners of Sunset's eyes. Celestia, with a stern expression, took a deliberate step forward, positioning herself protectively in front of Sunset. A charged silence enveloped them, each locked in a gaze that conveyed unspoken emotions, before Celestia at last shattered the stillness.

"I wanted to - so badly, but deep down, I knew it wouldn't benefit either of us. You had to navigate your own path, face challenges, and yes, even experience failure. I always intended to be here when you returned and needed support." Celestia's words hung in the air, met with a stunned expression on Sunset's face. "That's why I won't impede you now; I have faith that you'll return to me when you're ready."

Sunset bit her lip and turned away, not wanting to admit defeat in lieu of there being a semblance of truth to her words. Celestia sighed, "also, I don't need another castle destroyed fighting another family member" she quipped, a wry grin lighting up her face. The remark elicited a small smile from Sunset, who swiftly attempted to conceal it with a quick sweep of her hoof to her mouth.

Sunset kept her gaze fixed on the floor, reluctant to meet Celestia's eyes as she studied the unforgiving surface beneath her. She struggled to find the right words, she eventually mustered the courage to lift her eyes and connect with Celestia's face. There, she was greeted by the same motherly smile that had been etched in her memory from the first day they had met.

Sunset turned away, her hooves resonated on the floor as she trotted back towards the grand double doors of the throne room. Celestia's words resonated within her, and created a conflict between the wisdom of her mentor and her own aspirations. Standing at the entrance, Sunset began to close the doors. Just before they sealed shut, she turned to face Celestia. The warmth of a familiar smile played on the lips of the sun princess. "Goodbye, Mom, I love you," Sunset whispered softly as the doors closed behind her.

Finally dropping her smile, Celestia started to cry softly, and managed to mutter "I love you too" to the now closed door.

As her tears persisted, the initial gentle sobs escalated into an intense and aggressive bawling. The room echoed with the raw emotion of Celestia's anguish, the force of her cries filled the space around her like a tempest of sorrow. Celestia walked over to her throne, sank into it, and observed the still-sleeping Twilight. Hot tears continued to streamed down her face. She wept into her hooves until she was exhausted; until there were no tears left. Finally, she turned her attention to Twilight, who breathed peacefully in and out, seemingly unaware of the emotional storm around her.

With a tender touch, Celestia brushed her wing lovingly across Twilight's face. In response, Twilight twitched and sneezed, reacting to the gentle feathers. She smiled down at her slumbering student, and whispered, "I won't repeat the same mistakes. I can't." The resolve in her voice echoed through the quiet room, and signaled a commitment to change and grow.