From the Ashes

by RyverWritesStuff

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Philomena, Princess Celestia
Length: 1027

Celestia struggles to come to terms with her immortality. A certain someone helps her out.

Centuries before the events of Friendship is Magic, a young Celestia (by alicorn standards) grapples with the crushing burden of her immortality. Just when all hope seems lost, she discovers that a simple act of kindness has the power to transform your perspective of the world.

Published 2024-05-28 22:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-05-28 22:20:00 UTC

A Heart's Resounding Echo

Celestia has been alive for 80 years now- long enough to have watched the ponies she grew up with grow old and die. She remembered their names, their laughter, the way the sunlight danced in their manes on joyful days. She knew that she would live to see many more lives begin and end. She had Luna, her beloved sister in blood and magic, but the two acted more like work colleagues than sisters. Their bond, once filled with the carefree whispers of childhood, had given way to the formalities of ruling.

Celestia sighed as she gazed off of the balcony of the palace. In all honesty- the thought of outliving almost everypony she loved scared her. The endless cycle of birth, growth, decay, and death, with her a constant observer, weighed heavily on her heart. But of course, the princess couldn’t show fear. How would she inspire confidence, maintain order, if her subjects glimpsed the shadow of dread in her eyes? How would she make friends and relate to others if she was alive to experience their grandparent’s birth? Could any truly know her, when she stood outside the natural progression of time?

She knew that she shouldn’t pity herself. Afterall, her life probably seemed like a walk in the park compared to others. She had immortality, magic, and power, while others suffered and perished. Yet, in her solitude, those blessings felt like curses.

The stars sparkled over Celestia’s head. She found a slight sense of comfort in the fact that they were the same ones that she stared at oh so long ago. They, like her, endured, untouched by the passage of time.

Celestia opened her large, feathered wings and took off into the sky silently. The royal guards would throw a fit if they knew that she was leaving the castle grounds without an escort. She craved this brief escape, this illusion of normalcy. She soared through the air, relishing in the feeling of the cool air whipping past her. It was a reminder that, despite her burdens, she was still alive, still free.

She slowed and gracefully landed on a grassy plateau that she had loved to visit when she was younger. She longed for that again, the innocence, the lack of responsibility, the slightly lowered expectations. Alas- that would never be the same. Those carefree days, lost to the annals of time, could never be regained.

Celestia was viewed as an almost godlike being. She was expected to be flawless at all times, never to show an ounce of weakness. Oh- if only they could understand. If only they could see the mare behind the majesty, the heart that ached and hoped and feared.

The alicorn was brought out of her wistful thinking by a loud, railing squawk. She spun around to see a small pink lump of skin on the ground next to a juniper bush. It was a pathetic thing, fragile and forsaken, a reminder that even in beauty, suffering existed.

Her curiosity got the better of her and the slim, white alicorn trotted over. To her shock and horror- the thing was a bird- a live one. It was featherless, and sickly with sunken in eyes. Celestia felt a pang of pity for the pathetic creature, a mirror to her own isolation.

She tentatively brushed a hoof over the bird’s skin, slightly startled when it twitched. The mothering nature in her made the graceful mare want to care for the poor thing, but it was practically dead already. What was the use? Was kindness pointless in the face of inevitable loss?

Celestia spoke aloud to the bird, “I suppose if I cannot spare your life from whatever illness plagues your frail body, I shall at least make sure your last moments are peaceful.” It was all she could offer, a balm to her own soul as much as the bird's.

That she did. Her current problems were forgotten as she provided this suffering animal with an act of kindness. In caring for another, she found a fleeting sense of purpose. She draped her soft, feathered wing over the shivering bird’s back, a sadness overcoming her as the bird’s breath slowed, and eventually stopped altogether.

She stood up, ready to bury the ask out of respect, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. For in the bird's death, she saw the echo of all she had lost, of the endless goodbyes that stretched before her.

That was when orange erupted around the immortal mare. Celestia felt surprisingly calm, as if accepting whatever fate held for her. She closed her eyes, satisfied. Perhaps, she thought, this was the release she had been seeking.

Then, nothing happened. The flames were not consuming her, rather a small circle near her. When they died down, Celestia looked at what was left behind in awe. Where death had lain, life now burned.

Standing in the same spot where the sickly bird took its final breath was a magnificent, fiery feathered creature. A phoenix, Celestia recognized. A creature of myth and magic, of death and rebirth.

The phoenix was believed to be nothing more than a myth in the humble land of Equestria. Yet, here it was, a living testament to the cycle she had longed to be part of.

The graceful bird stretched her wings and flew over to princess. Although they could not speak to each other, Celestia could see the gratitude in the dark abyss of the phoenix’s eyes. And in that gaze, she saw a glimmer of hope.

Celestia patted the ground next to her, inviting her new feathered friend to sit by her side. She looked at the stars with a newfound hope. Perhaps she could learn to live like the phoenix, hopeful and reborn, ready to face any challenge that comes her way. Even if she failed, Celestia knew she would not be alone. For in this creature, born of death and fire, she saw a reflection of her own potential, her own resilience.

Author's Note

Hey, hope you enjoyed reading this short little story! Constructive criticism is always welcomed :twilightsmile: