Celestia did not know how much time had passed since she first embraced her sister. Time had become meaningless, a distant whisper against the tide of emotions crashing within her. All she knew was that the cold marble floor beneath them was no longer their resting place; at some point, they had moved to her bed. Where Luna silently nuzzled her chest. Celestia’s wings were wrapped around her, the elder sister did her best to conceal as much as she could of her sister from the world, even the light of her own sun.

They had not spoken a word. Celestia feared breaking the silence. She rested her head atop Luna’s, her flowing, ethereal mane draping like a curtain to veil them from all else. Her heart ached, filled with a bittersweet mixture of relief and disbelief. For a thousand years, she had resigned herself to the idea that she would never again hold her sister, that her voice would remain an echo in the chambers of memory. And now, against all odds, here Luna was—warm, breathing, alive.

She did not know what to say. How could she possibly begin? Words felt so inadequate, clumsy things that could never encapsulate the depth of her emotions. The questions that lingered at the edges of her mind—questions about the thousand years, about the visage on the moon, about the absence of Luna’s horn—felt intrusive, almost profane. To ask them now would be to risk disturbing the sanctity of this moment.

Instead, Celestia focused on the rhythmic thrum of Luna’s heartbeat, so close to her own. Each beat was a quiet affirmation: This is real. She is here. The tears that had spilt freely before had dried, but the dampness on her coat where Luna’s own had fallen remained.

For the first time in centuries, Celestia felt a semblance of peace. Her kingdom’s grand celebrations, the duties that always pulled at her, the endless noise of court and council—all of it faded into irrelevance. Here, in this quiet space, nothing mattered more than the mare nestled against her.

Yet, as eternal as the moment felt, it could not last.

The first sign was a slight shift in Luna’s posture. The nuzzles against her chest slowed, then stopped, as Luna drew in a breath that trembled with unspoken words. Celestia braced herself, her wings tightening ever so slightly, as though they could hold the moment in place.

When Luna finally spoke, her voice was soft and hesitant, a far cry from the commanding tones Celestia remembered. “Sister…” Luna paused, her voice faltering as if she were searching for the courage to continue. Her teal eyes darted to Celestia’s, then away, the fleeting contact carrying both yearning and apprehension. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling against Celestia’s own, before she pulled herself back ever so slightly.

The movement was almost imperceptible, but to Celestia, it felt like the tug of a chain threatening to break. Panic gripped her heart for the briefest of moments, the irrational fear that her sister was about to slip away again igniting a spark of desperation. She tightened her wings instinctively, her feathers brushing against Luna’s sides in a silent plea to stay.

But Luna didn’t leave. Instead, she spoke again, her words measured and burdened with unspoken truths. “We… We have much to talk about, and not enough time without causing trouble. I’m sure you have a lot of questions about how I escaped my prison, but…” Her voice wavered, and her eyes darted around the room, as though unseen spectres of her past lingered in the corners. Her breathing quickened, a shallow, hurried rhythm before she shut her eyes tightly and shook her head as if banishing thoughts too painful to voice.

Without another word, she leaned forward, pressing her head against Celestia’s chest once more. The gesture was one of surrender, and yet, it carried a note of vulnerability so profound that Celestia felt her heartache. Just what had she subjected her sister to? When Luna spoke again, her voice was quieter, tinged with a sorrow that seemed ancient and unyielding.

“I’ve no wish to revisit the memories,” Luna murmured, her tone distant and raw. “All you need to know is that despite my current form…” She hesitated, a shadow of shame flitting across her face before she continued. “Despite me being a pegasus now, I am still immortal. My magic… requires it. If I were to die, it would simply disperse, disrupting harmony and order. The elements would not allow it.”

Celestia stared down at her sister, the words settling over her like a weight she hadn’t anticipated. Immortal. Her sister was still immortal. Relief flooded her chest, a joy so profound it made her dizzy. She had feared—deeply and silently—that Luna’s return would be fleeting, that the precious gift of her sister’s presence would be cruelly snatched away within a mortal lifespan. But now… now she would never have to face that loss.

Yet, beneath the relief, other emotions churned. Guilt, for what Luna had endured. Sorrow, for the pain she still carried. And an insatiable curiosity about the price her sister had paid to return. Celestia’s mind raced with questions, but none of them found their way to her lips. She didn’t trust herself to speak, afraid that pressing too hard might break this fragile moment. She wouldn’t allow it. She can’t allow it.

Instead, she settled for what her heart demanded most: she pulled her sister into another embrace. “I understand, Luna,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her. “I won’t ask—not until you’re ready to share.”

She leaned down, and gave a gentle peck on Luna’s forehead, just as she had done countless times when they were younger. The simple gesture brought a faint, fleeting smile to her lips, a glimmer of warmth in a sea of uncertainty. Memories of their childhood flooded her mind, of moments long past and seemingly lost to time.

Her smile turned into a slight frown before it settled as a confused expression. “Sister?” Luna’s head perked up and looked at her with curiosity, perhaps wondering about what she was about to ask. “The ponies that stood between us earlier on,” Luna’s ears quickly perked up at that, curious. “They seemed to have known for a while…and you called their eldest dad. I…I just wonder, how long has it been since you returned?”

Luna’s expression shifted, guilt casting a shadow over her features. She turned her head away, her mane falling like a curtain to obscure her face. The silence stretched on, so long that Celestia almost repeated her question.

Finally, Luna spoke, her voice quiet and heavy with shame. “Twenty-one years.”

At that, Celestia’s heart broke. Twenty-one years? Twenty-one?? It felt as if the world had tilted on its axis. Twenty-one years. Her mind reeled, the number echoing in her thoughts like a cruel refrain. Twenty-one years her sister had been back. Twenty-one years they could have been reunited. And yet… they hadn’t.

“Why?” her voice trembled with the weight of her emotions. Anger, sorrow, confusion, and a deep, gnawing sense of loss swirled within her, threatening to overwhelm her. But she couldn’t say much else; least she said something that she’ll regret so soon after she regained her sister.

“Tia…I’m sorry…it’s just…,” she sighed and turned her head away. “When I returned, it wasn’t with a change of heart but desperation to escape my prison. I was a foal yet again, sapped of all my strength, sickly, and worst of all, still filled with the hatred that made me take the name Nightmare Moon so long ago. I saw you as an enemy back then. My hatred for you reached new heights thanks to my imprisonment.”

This time, it was Celestia’s turn to look away with guilt. Luna’s imprisonment was something she regretted and hated herself for. She couldn’t blame Luna for hating her over it. “D-Do you still-”

“NO, No, by the solemn mother, no. I don’t hate you anymore. My time living as a normal pony, on the side of the observers showed me the error of my ways. Hate turned into bitterness and bitterness turned into regret. Eternal night was no way for me to gain what I wanted. For heaven’s sake, I tried to kill you. I-...I don’t want to even imagine the type of pony I would have been had I done that.”

Relief washed over Celestia, her heart aching with the sheer weight of it. “You don’t know how much it means to hear that, Luna,” she murmured, pulling her sister close once more. “I’ve dreamed of hearing those words for so long.”

Luna allowed herself to relax into the embrace, her tense frame softening as she continued. “I was lucky to be found by a family. A young couple and their foal. Tempere—she was the one who discovered me. Her parents, Marigold and Coal Flint took me in. They cared for me, nursed me back to health, and treated me as one of their own.”

Her voice wavered, a hint of uncertainty creeping in. “But now… now that my secret is out, I don’t know if they’ll still see me the same way.”

Celestia’s heart ached at the vulnerability in Luna’s words, but she placed a gentle hoof on her sister’s shoulder, her touch firm and reassuring. “If they’ve cared for you this long, Luna, they won’t abandon you now. And neither will I.”

Luna’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles at the gesture, but it quickly faded. She hesitated, her eyes darting away as though searching for courage in the far corners of the room. “Perhaps… Celestia, I—” Her words faltered, caught on the edge of uncertainty. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing, though her voice trembled slightly. “I don’t plan on coming back to the castle. Or… or being a princess anymore.”

The confession hung in the air, heavy and unyielding, like a stone dropped into a still pond. Celestia blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Luna…” she began, but her sister pressed on, as though afraid she might lose her nerve if she stopped.

“In our youth, I wished for that life. I craved it. I yearned for the respect, the power, the adoration that came with it,” Luna said, her voice tinged with a bittersweet longing. “But as I grew older, I came to hate it. The expectations, the isolation… the endless nights of feeling like I was a shadow, overshadowed by you, the radiant sun.” Her voice cracked slightly at the last word, and she closed her eyes, drawing in a shaky breath.

“And now?” she continued, her tone softening. “Well… I’ve come to love the life I’ve built here. It’s simple and quiet, but it’s mine. I’m a rock miner and a mountain farmer. I have friends here, ponies who know me not as Luna, Princess of the Night, but as Luna, the mare who helps harvest crops and digs for stones. I have a family here.” Her voice grew quieter, more hesitant. “They’re not a substitute for you, of course. Nothing could be. But I… I can’t abandon them.”

Celestia’s heart ached at her sister’s words. She could feel the conflict in Luna’s voice, the deep love she had for her new life warring with the lingering guilt of turning away from her old one. “You don’t need me to rule well,” Luna added, her tone almost pleading, as though seeking Celestia’s understanding. “Just look at what you’ve accomplished in the years of my absence. The kingdom flourishes under your care. You’ve done so much without me.” She paused, glancing up at Celestia with a tentative expression. “You’re my sister, and I wish for us to reconnect, but… I have no intention of returning as royalty.”

The silence that followed was thick with emotion. Celestia’s mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions she struggled to untangle. She looked at Luna, really looked at her—the faint lines of weariness etched into her face, the quiet strength in her posture, the lingering fragility in her gaze.

Celestia opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come immediately. Instead, she took a moment to gather her thoughts, her heart heavy with the weight of what Luna had shared. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, yet resolute. “Luna… I never wanted you to return because I needed your help ruling. I wanted you to return because I needed you. My sister. My confidante. My other half.”

She placed a hoof gently on Luna’s shoulder, her touch light but firm. “The kingdom… yes, it has flourished. But it has done so without the beauty of your artistry, the wisdom of your dreams, the balance you bring to the cycle of day and night. I carried the burden alone because I had no choice, not because I wanted to.”

Luna looked away, her expression conflicted. “But you don’t need me now,” she murmured. “You’ve proven that.”

“That’s not the point,” Celestia said gently but firmly. “This isn’t about what I need, or what the kingdom needs. It’s about what you need, Luna. If you’ve found happiness here, in this life you’ve built… then I won’t take that away from you. I would never dream of it.”

Her voice softened, filled with warmth. “But I do hope you’ll let me be a part of it. Not as your co-ruler, or even as a princess. Just as your sister. Let me know the Luna who farms along the mountainside and mines within it. Let me meet the ponies who have become your family. Let me walk beside you in the life you’ve chosen.”

Luna’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked up at Celestia, her expression a mixture of relief and disbelief. “You… you’d do that? For me?”

Celestia smiled, her eyes shining with sincerity. It pained her to think of how she was before, for Luna to give such a reaction to this. “Of course, I would. I’ve spent a thousand years longing for you, Luna. I won’t let titles or castles come between us now.”

Luna’s lip quivered, and she let out a shaky laugh. “You always were the sentimental one, Tia,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Celestia chuckled softly, pulling her sister into another embrace. “And you always were the stubborn one,” she teased gently, her tone light despite the heaviness of the moment.

Soon, the two sisters decided it was time to return, but there was so much that each wanted to talk about, so much that they missed out on each other’s lives. Thus, they conversed as they flew all the way back to Ponyville. Luna began to share more of her life in the mountains, her words hesitant at first but growing steadier as she spoke. She told Celestia about the Flint family, about her friends in Ponyville and even of her time with Twilight last night. Celestia returned in kind, telling her stories of Cadance when she first ascended, of her many endeavours as a teacher herself, which Luna initially laughed at, not that she blamed her, considering how Celestia acted as a student herself. She still remembered the bubble incident.

Time flew by with them as they landed near the town hall. It didn’t take as long as they thought it would, but it was not a short trip. No less than 3 hours had passed since Celestia initially teleported the two of them back to the castle.

Ponies, as usual, bowed deep once they saw her but turned to look at Luna with confused and unsure expressions. She noted her sister’s unease. She hoped that it would come to pass once they explained the situation. Both sisters looked at each other with reassuring smiles before they both opened the doors and stepped inside, finding two groups inside. This was going to be an interesting day.

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Luna did her best to ignore the stares, though the weight of so many gazes bore down on her like the stone walls of the mountains she mined. The ponies of the town—her friends, neighbours, and acquaintances—were staring, their expressions a tapestry of confusion, curiosity, and guarded expectation. Their trust in her, their perception of her, would likely never be the same again. She knew that. She had no illusions that things could return to what they were before, not completely. Yet, despite herself, a flicker of hope remained—a fragile ember that refused to be extinguished.

The moment she and Celestia stepped into the town hall, it was almost empty save for her family, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle. Oddly enough, her friends looked worse for wear, and their coats were slightly dirty as if they ran across the Everfree forest back and forth. Nonetheless, everypony turned toward them, their collective gaze magnifying Luna’s discomfort. She felt a slight twitch in her wings, an instinctive reaction she couldn’t suppress.

Her steps faltered ever so slightly, and for a fleeting moment, she felt the familiar urge to retreat. To hide behind Celestia, to seek the comforting shelter of her sister’s wings like she had as a filly when the weight of their royal duties had grown too much. Almost. But Luna steeled herself, her resolve solidifying. She couldn’t allow herself to regress into the frightened mare she had once been—not now, not after two decades spent forging a life of her own. She hadn’t survived the trials of the past to crumble in the face of hard truths.

Celestia followed two steps behind, her presence a silent comfort. Luna was grateful for her sister’s silent support, yet she knew this was her moment to lead, to speak her truth, to face the ponies she had come to call family and friends. As her gaze swept the room, her eyes landed on familiar faces: her siblings, her parents, and her friends and Twilight Sparkle. She hadn’t expected Twilight to remain, as she only had known her for a day, but then she remembered that the young mare was a student of her sister. Thus it was likely that she had waited for Celestia. Luna made a mental note to address Twilight later, but for now, her focus remained on her family.

A chorus of voices called out to her before she could take another step. The twins, Petal and Ember, rushed forward, their expressions a mixture of worry and excitement. Before she could say a word, they embraced her tightly, wrapping their forelegs around her in a gesture that spoke of unwavering affection. Tiberius, her ever-faithful possum companion, scampered up her neck, nuzzling into her mane. He whispered softly, his words only for her ears. Not that any other (other than that of Fluttershy) could understand him, “Later, tell me what happened, my Luna. And then, I shall regale you with my own marvellous adventures!” His dramatic tone made her chuckle, a brief reprieve from the tension in her heart.

With a fond shake of her head. She spread her wings, drawing her siblings close in a protective embrace. Despite the storm of emotions within her, their warmth provided a measure of comfort.

The twins began speaking all at once, their words overlapping in an excited torrent that Luna couldn’t hope to decipher. She couldn’t help but laugh softly at their enthusiasm, though her smile faltered when they suddenly froze, their eyes widening as they noticed the imposing figure of Celestia standing behind her. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Luna slipped away from their embrace and turned toward her parents, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it—the moment she had dreaded yet knew was inevitable.

She took a deep breath, her wings twitching as she steadied herself. You’ve faced worse than this, Luna. You can do this. Her voice trembled slightly as she began, but she forced herself to press on. “I… I know I have a lot to explain. I should have spoken sooner, but I thought it best to share everything at once.”

Marigold, ever the nurturing presence, opened her mouth to protest, but Luna quickly shook her head. “No, Mom, I’m sorry for interrupting, but I need to say this.”

Marigold hesitated, her concern evident in her soft eyes. She exchanged a glance with Coal Flint, who nodded silently, his expression unreadable. Tempere and Flint stood nearby, both uncharacteristically quiet. Flint’s gaze was fixed intently on her, his brow furrowed in thought, while Tempere’s eyes darted to Celestia, she looked almost weary and uneasy.

Luna drew another deep breath, steadying herself for the truth she was about to unveil. “To begin… yes, Celestia—Princess Celestia—is my sister. My blood sister. And I…” Her voice faltered, her throat tightening with emotion. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to continue. “I was a princess of Equestria. Long ago.”

The weight of the admission settled over the room like a heavy fog, the silence stretching uncomfortably. Luna could feel the tension in the air; she expected more of a reaction from everyone, but they seemed content to listen, and for that, she was thankful. Thus, she pressed on, her voice growing steadier as she spoke. “I… I was Nightmare Moon.” Her words were barely more than a whisper, but they seemed to echo in the stillness. “I let my jealousy and resentment consume me, and I nearly disrupted harmony. But I failed. My actions led to my imprisonment on the moon for a thousand years.”

She paused to collect her emotions and to let it all settle in. She expected more shock and fear, but oddly enough, the most common reaction was a quick glance at Twilight, who stood a small step back. Soon attention returned to her.

She turned her head to her parents “You took me in, cared for me without knowing who—or what—I was. You gave me a chance to heal, to start over.”

Her voice cracked, and she looked down, barely able to meet their eyes. “I should have told you the truth sooner. I was afraid. Afraid of how you’d look at me, of what you’d think of me. I didn’t want to lose the family I had found. But… I understand if you hesitate to take me back now.” Her words trailed off into silence, her heart hammering in her chest as she awaited their response.

For a moment, nopony spoke. The silence was deafening, each second stretching into an eternity. Then, Marigold stepped forward, her expression softening as she reached out to place a hoof on Luna’s cheek. “Oh, my dear, you are my daughter, Luna. Nothing will change that. Not the past, not your mistakes, not your title. You are family.”

Coal Flint stepped forward as well, his expression soft. “You should’ve told us sooner,” he said with a slight annoyance but there was no anger in his voice. “But you’re still our Luna. That hasn’t changed.”

Before Luna could react, both her parents embraced her, their hooves pulling her into a cocoon of love and acceptance. She blinked, utterly stunned. How? How could they accept her so easily? She had just confessed to being Nightmare Moon—the mare of legend, the monster that foals whispered about in the dead of night. She had admitted to nearly plunging the world into eternal chaos, driven by jealousy and bitterness, and yet… they welcomed her as if nothing had changed.

Her heart swelled with joy, but it was tempered by confusion and disbelief. This is too good to be true, she thought, her emotions swirling in a chaotic storm. It felt too easy, too simple. A part of her couldn’t help but question it. What had happened in the hours she had been gone? How could they accept the truth with such grace, without even a hint of fear or anger?

Still cocooned in their embrace, Luna’s mind raced, searching for answers. She wanted to trust in their love, to let herself believe that she deserved this kindness, but doubt gnawed at her edges. She didn’t know whether to cry, to laugh, or to retreat into herself.

When her parents finally stepped back, her gaze shifted to her siblings. Flint Spark, her ever-curious brother, stood a little apart, his lips curled into an amused smile. His eyes twinkled as if he had already guessed how this would play out. In stark contrast, Tempere’s expression was sombre, her brows furrowed with worry. The sight sent a pang through Luna’s heart.

Tempere took a step forward, her voice steady but laced with unease. “Does… does that mean you’re leaving us? Are you saying goodbye and asking for forgiveness? Is that what you’re doing?”

The words hit Luna like a physical blow, the mere thought of leaving them twisting her heart painfully. She flinched, her wings twitching as her composure wavered. “W-What?” Her voice cracked as she stumbled over her words. “This isn’t goodbye, Tempere. I’m not going anywhere. I—” She paused, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I’m merely asking if I’m able to stay.”

Tempere’s eyes searched hers, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air. “Stay?” she asked softly, her voice almost hesitant. “Yeah right, so you’re saying that you’re not getting your title back? Not leaving the semi-secluded mountain for the castle? You wish to stay? As our…” Her words trailed off, but Luna understood the unspoken question.

Luna nodded fervently, stepping closer to her sister. “Yes, as your sister,” she said firmly, her voice gaining strength. “I may have been a princess once, but that part of my life is behind me. Here, I have found something more valuable than any crown or title. I have found family, friends, purpose.” Her voice softened as she continued, her gaze steady and pleading. “If you’ll still have me, I wish to remain here. With all of you.”

Tempere’s sombre expression melted into one of quiet relief, though a trace of doubt lingered in her eyes. “You’re not just saying that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” Luna said, her tone resolute. “I mean every word.”

Flint Spark, who had been silent until now, let out a low chuckle, stepping forward to place a hoof on Luna’s shoulder. “Well, I guess this makes you the most interesting sister in Equestria,” he teased, his grin wide and mischievous. “Who knew that the oh-so-feared Nightmare Moon is the same mare who’s afraid of bees?

His lighthearted words eased some of the tension, and Luna managed a small smile. Tempere finally stepped closer, hesitating for only a moment before pulling Luna into a tight hug. “Good, because I would have dragged you back home. You’re not a princess; you’re my possum-loving devil of a sister.”

Luna’s tears flowed freely now, her doubts and fears momentarily silenced by the unwavering love of her family. She clung to Tempere as though letting go might shatter the fragile peace she had found. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you all.”

Luna reluctantly let go of Tempere, her heart still full from the warmth of her family’s acceptance. Her gaze drifted to the group of ponies standing not far off—her friends, gathered together and chatting animatedly with Celestia. She hesitated, her hooves momentarily rooted to the ground as she took in the scene before her. They seemed so at ease with her sister, as if they had known her for years rather than just hours. It was a small comfort to see the two parts of her life beginning to intertwine.

Taking a steadying breath, Luna stepped forward to join them. As she neared, she caught the tail end of Celestia’s voice, warm and regal as ever. “Twilight Sparkle, my ever-faithful student,” she said, her tone brimming with pride, “I am glad you used this opportunity to make friends. Very well then, I, Princess Celestia, hereby decree that Twilight Sparkle is to remain in Ponyville, where she will send me reports of what she learns about the magic of friendship until further notice.”

Luna’s eyes flicked to Twilight, whose lavender coat practically glowed with excitement. The young unicorn’s joy was palpable, her expression one of pure delight as her friends quickly enveloped her in a group hug. Luna couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at her lips, nor the soft chuckle that escaped her as she raised a hoof to stifle the sound.

“It seems they’ve had an eventful morning of their own,” she murmured, her voice carrying a note of amusement.

Celestia turned to her, her eyes alight with a gentle warmth. “Indeed they have,” she replied, her voice soft and sisterly as she extended a single wing to drape over Luna’s back. The touch was light, yet it carried a reassurance that made Luna feel grounded.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. They simply stood there, side by side, watching as Twilight and her newfound friends celebrated their shared triumph. The silence between the two sisters was companionable, a far cry from the heavy, strained silences of the past. Luna allowed herself to sink into the moment, savouring the peace that had eluded her for so long.

Yet, there was more she needed to say. More she wanted to ask. Luna turned her head, her eyes searching Celestia’s face for a sign of openness before she spoke again. “You know… we are staying the night here,” she began tentatively, her voice tinged with a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “And if you’re not busy today… perhaps you could stay with us?”

Celestia’s ears perked slightly, and she turned her full attention to her sister. Luna continued, encouraged by the lack of rejection in her sister’s gaze. “It would be a good opportunity to introduce you to everyone. The ponies here—they’re important to me. They’ve been my family for so long, and I’d like for you to meet them properly.” She paused, her voice softening as she added, “And, well… I’d love to spend the rest of the holiday with you around.”

The words hung in the air between them, fragile but genuine. Luna’s heart thudded in her chest as she awaited Celestia’s response, her wings twitching slightly in anticipation.

Celestia’s expression melted into a tender smile, her eyes shimmering with something that looked very much like relief. “I’d be honoured, Luna,” she said, her voice warm and sincere. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to spend time with you and the ponies you hold dear.”

The tension that Luna hadn’t even realised she was holding in her shoulders eased, replaced by a lightness that felt almost foreign. She offered her sister a small, genuine smile, her chest filling with a quiet joy.

“Thank you,” Luna said simply, her voice barely above a whisper.

Celestia’s wing tightened ever so slightly around her, pulling her closer in a gesture of comfort and affection. “There’s nothing to thank me for, sister,” she said. “This is where I want to be.”

Luna smiled and leaned into her sister’s embrace, she was glad to be rid of the burden of secrets, she was glad to have her sister back, she was glad to have her family still, and most of all, she was glad that everything turned out so well. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Celestia’s scent was always a pleasant one. It brought happy memories with it, and Luna was more than glad to add another one to the list.

For the first time in a long time, Luna found herself truly at peace.

Author's Note

I apologize for this not being as long as I promised, but sickness is refusing to leave my side, and thus this is what my muse and health allowed me to come up with. I sincerely hope you enjoy.

P.S. Happy New Year!