Queen of Trauma

what the hell wrong you said the alicorn coat of colors soft blues to vibrant greens, purples, and hints of silver.

“They’re like family to me,” I said, the frustration in my voice softening as I glanced at her.

“Family.” Celestara, the other alicorn, spoke, her tone thoughtful. Her coat glimmered with hues of warm golds, fiery oranges, deep maroons, and midnight blue—a living sunset captured in motion.

“All your magic is used up,” Celestara added after a moment, her expression unreadable.

I When will it come back?”

I look at Celestara .

Im not related to celestia says Celestara I was born before her her parents dont even now about us said Celestara.

Celestara looked at me, her gaze distant yet piercing. “Not all your magic is gone,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.

“That’s true,” said Emberlune, stepping forward. Her coat of rich violets and deep blacks seemed to pulse faintly with its own energy.

“My horn still works,” I said, though the reassurance felt hollow.

“We’ll see,” Celestara replied enigmatically before turning and walking away, ignoring the question burning on my lips.

I frowned, watching her go. Emberlune smiled faintly, drawing my attention.

“This place,” she said, motioning to the misty expanse around us, “can be anything you want it to be.”

“Anything?” I asked.

Emberlune nodded.

I closed my eyes, thinking of my old room on Earth—its cozy corners, its cluttered desk, and the warm, familiar scent of home.

When I opened my eyes, it was there, perfectly recreated down to the frayed edges of the carpet.

“Good choice,” Emberlune said with a knowing smile, her violet eyes glowing softly.

“My room...” I trailed off, taking it all in.

“Is that the first ponies?” Emberlune asked, gesturing toward the shelf where figurines of mythical creatures—including ponies—stood in neat rows.

I blushed, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice small.

Emberlune laughed, a musical sound that echoed warmly. “I forgot—you’re from the Creator’s Universe.”

“What?” I asked, blinking in confusion.

“You wouldn’t know,” Emberlune said, her tone growing thoughtful. “The Creator’s Universe is... different. You’re part of something far bigger than you realize.”

Before I could respond, Celestara appeared suddenly, her mane blazing like a comet as she stepped out of the ether.

“It’s time,” she said, her voice heavy with finality.

“For what?” I asked, panic creeping into my chest.

“For her return,” Celestara replied, her gaze distant and unfathomable.

“Wait!” I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “I have so many questions—”