Twilight, outside. The sun seemed to refuse to hit the horizon, causing a deep grim grey to shroud the heavens. I sat their, by the window of my modest home. Appreciating the melancholy beauty of the timid sun. Alone.
The sky grew overcast, the world seemed to grow ever more black and white as I took back another glass of Apple jack. My best friend. I chuckled to myself in the echoing lonely silence of my room. Looking around at the place i have called home for so many years. Only wishing that someone other than myself would call it such.
I feigned happiness as my walls of apathy began to crumble under the force of the swelling heat and pressure in my chest. I watched on. This scene, these skies, are my life. No rainbows drew their end at my door step, no sparkles came down to me in the darkest of nights. No shy maiden appeared in my life to be my world...
Sitting perched, my legs limp over the 40 foot drop. I didn't think it could get anymore beautiful. You... I held my hand up against the horizon. The gorgeous scene of a white sun and dim skies. 'You're beautiful, Twilight.' I thought, as i gripped at the scene framed in my hands, it slipped through my fingers. I was dashed back to reality, giggling to myself.
" Who're you kidding...even if it was alive," I thought, reaching above. Recalling life as I knew it. " I, love you," The words rolled off my tongue, I savored the sound, the word's meaning echoing through the deepest confines of my mind. I said it, only to know how it felt to hear it.
'Even if you where alive,' I thought as i looked upon my celestial companion 'You wouldn't feel-...' I cut myself off, fighting down the strange ache inside. 'They never do...'
"You can go now." as if on Que, the sun began it's decent. I watched as it began it's goodbye in shades of red and ocher. A sunset this beautiful was a rarity, yet the word didn't do it justice.
The heavens burst into tears, as I did. A light breeze brushed my skin with chills. The raindrops battering me from above. I stood tall, reaching for that gorgeous horizon one last time before i began my fluttering decent. I watched as each droplet slowly passed by my eyes, as I followed the sun on it's decent behind infinity.
" Here I come." On my first day of breath, no stars guided any kings, no blood was spilled in my name, no virgin burned nor prophecy read, no scripture, no gods, no angels, no spirits. My name, was never carved in stone and sealed in temples. I...We, live. We die, but I Die, alone.
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She sat on the balcony of her tallest tower, looking out to what must be the most humbling sunset she has ever created. Over cast skies partially shrouding the blazing sun, the moon and night hushing the morning star away, replacing the day with a cool, silent night. Though, despite the admiration of her finest work in decades, she was torn. Something held her from setting the sun, prolonging the twilight, something had paused her magic and sent an expanding pain into her soul.
" No..." she whispered, almost silent. She said to no-one, but she knew she was calling out to something. She felt something break inside her, like a trigger of hopeless cowardice. Her legs buckled as this feeling spread through her body. She looked to the sky which began poring with discorded rain, droplets flowing every which way the unstable winds demanded.
She began to recall her life. It was nothing to smile at. The duties and responsibilities of Kings and Queens. A horrible burden weighed in tons. Discipline, care, love, war, all is fair, right?
"The absurdities of it all. The things I have done, and must do. The things I, have had to do to so many over the millenniums' past." Her eyes darted about the skies, the world falling into a settling silence. " Sister, I'm sorry," thoughts flashed about within her mind, she was racing through scenes of the midnight blue she knew as one of the phew things she cared for outside of responsibility, and duty. ",but like the twilight, we will merge night and day once more."
Chills dragged up her spine as a single droplet slid from her eyes, down her cheek, shielded by her colorful flowing hair.
The drop slid off her chin, hitting the marble beneath her feet, she fell to her knees. Cold. Silent. Alone.
Just then, she felt something slip between the cracks of reality, a sensation which had grown common to her. She took one last look at that beautiful horizon. Silhouettes remaining of her prized Sunset. Drawing in a deep breath of the world around her, sighing, relieving herself of the pain of being the world, of having to be perfect.
There was a new face in Equestria.
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Ten years later
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" You know Princess Celestia, this has always been my favorite part of the day," said a small squeaky female voice, just next to her. The girl reached a hand out to the setting sun, allowing it to slip through her fingers each time. "Always."
The Princess, a picture of beauty. The words graceful, eloquent, gorgeous , by all means weren't up to par in the humble eyes of this gifted little girl. Without warning, the highest standard of feminine beauty grabbed her as if she where her own, in arms that felt as if they where to never let go. " Mine too Twilight, mine too." she stated plainly, looking up one last time. To the moon.
