* WE ALL HAVE MAGIC INSIDE US .

Celestia: No

Twilight: Why?

Celestia: Luna, Cadence and I all share one braincell, it’s not my turn to use it.

Twilight:

Twilight: Who has it right now?

Celestia, with explosion noises coming from outside in the courtyard: 

Celestia: Hard to say.

    ❛ Uh, WHAT ? No, I’m not ! ❜ She can hear her own voice cracking, instantly giving her away. Not that it makes any difference; after Twilight’s insert, the blush that was formerly confined to a light rose has turned a very bright, very HOT pink. ❛ That’s just your giant wings reflecting back the glow of the sun onto my face ! Not MY fault your wings are so huge. ❜

The slowly forming pit in her stomach hadn’t stopped, thus as she tread through the palace halls she slowly made her way to a room lost to time, abandoned, forbidden. For the first time in two thousand years hooves slowly met the cracked tile, the shattered crystal still hovered to this day with no care for the sense of gravity. She finds herself staring it down, the creeping chill flooding her coat as her fur felt like it would stand on edge, instead she slowly places her hoof upon it and with a hint of dread whispered the name of the one she viewed like a daughter.

“Twilight Sparkle.”

And it complied, the room slowly became dark, shadows moving in a frame she could deduce was her faithful student running around, spells being cast in such a quick array that the pit in her stomach grew, reaching to her heart so quickly as soon as she saw the mass go flying across the room, magenta eyes widen as she stands there, four hooves planted firmly on the ground. The next words are those that light the burning ember that was a war sparking inside her very soul.  The world screams as the sky cracks with a deafening roar, the earth wavers as far away a mountain cracks down the middle and falls apart.

In the land of the Crystal Empire, the entire side of the throne room is rendered void, shards flying everywhere as a gleaming axe, appearance seeming of gold is not what it seems, made of a much more durable material and only painted to look like gold. The battle axe soars through, nearly taking the King of Shadow’s with it. Instead the blazing heat that comes in as the sun rears it’s head over the horizon, the sky a color red that matched the ire in the mare’s eyes as she flies in, eyes practically aglow, her throat quivers at the use of the old equestria voice that rips from her throat. 

“SOMBRA!”

She recalls wearing this armor the first time they faced, this time? She’d make sure it was the last as armored hooves clatter against the floor, a full gallop as she clashes horns with the seething stallion of shadows, her mane has lost it’s usual glow, instead it is fire itself, threatening to melt the metal on the stallion.

the image of the shadow king swims in front of her eyes as he approaches her; the purple glow dancing around his eyes burned into the back of her mind. she tries to sit up, reeling with pain all the while. wings spread out in a defensive position, one remaining limp by her side. ❛  no...  ❜ she tries to conjure up a burst of magic, but her body, battered and bruised, refuses service. eyes widen, brimming with tears as the fear of her own demise roots her on the spot. ❛  please—  ❜ the sky cracks and the ground shifts beneath her feet. 

then, a suffocating heat; the sky suddenly shawled in a wrathful, blazoned crimson. infernal. she knows whose presence it heralds before her voice cuts across the room. ❛  princess celestia !  ❜ she chokes back a laugh; after all, their ordeal still isn't over. the sun princess crashes in, seemingly spun of purity and light, a warrior angel gilded in gold. ❛  i won't leave you. please, princess—sombra's  magic is fueled by fear and hate... don't give him yours !  ❜ twilight already made that mistake once. ❛  his magic’s gotten stronger. we need to get out of here. equestria needs you more than it needs me. i don't want you getting hurt too.  ❜

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   there was an irritable sigh from trixie, interrupting the other. she had stopped in front of the princess, looking at her with a less than patient expression, a brow quirked.

“  Come on, what’s this really about?  ”  it felt like a simple question. straightforward, on par for trixie. but it also felt loaded with a lot more than that too.   she didn’t know how much of it she could get away with, considering twilight sparkle was a princess now. but even so, the same feelings still stirred in the pit of her stomach. that same old jealously and bitterness that turned anything sweet into dust on her tongue.  maybe she should talk about it- it was a good idea, in theory. but why go to the direct source of it all? trixie was already cursing her impulsiveness, but .. the can was already open, and she just had to roll with her stupid decisions.

she almost physically recoils at the venom underlining trixie's words. ❛  about what happened with starlight... that wasn't exactly my proudest moment.  ❜ ears droop back. perhaps she's still learning, but her actions that day went against everything she was ever taught. but her good intentions seem to have backfired, and trixie seems to be regarding her with more suspicion than ever. she sighs. ❛  i guess this is just my way of trying to apologize. i wanted to start over so maybe we could forget about...  ❜ she stops, a tad embarrassed at her own hastiness.

❛  i'm sorry i invited you here on such short notice.  i got so focused on easing my own conscience, i forgot to consider how you felt about it all.  ❜ she's always been one for mending fences wherever possible. ❛  i know starlight is still mad at me, but i want to ask you to give me a chance... even if i didn't do the same for you.  ❜

Her element kissed mane flows with no need for the breeze, her regalia fits to her in these final hours of ruling until she’s finally free from four thousand years of ruling, how far Equestria had come. It almost brought a tear to her eye as the sun kissed mare gazes upon the crowds forming outside, then to Twilight. To gaze upon the other with such respect, she’d long looked forward to this day, perhaps her sister might less so but it had been discussed for many years since Twilight had taken up the mantle of princess. Truly however Celestia knew that come a time she might have to return to lend her aid should something go awry. 

“I wasn’t perfect either Twilight.” 

Her voice is soft, the wind seems to carry it like the jingle of harmonies bells, instead horn alight with the radiant gold that signified her magic being used as she slowly gathers her crown, shifting it as it slowly is placed upon her head, fitting into place seemingly perfectly as her show clad hooves gently tap against the tiles of the palace floor. Yet it’s a tickled laughter that escapes the mare as the soon to be ruler of Equestia questions the one of old.

she listens with rapt attention as celestia insinuates that she wasn't always perfect. immediately, a thread of disbelief worms into her: how was princess celestia, the object of twilight's idolatry since she was a filly, ever not perfect ? to accept it as truth, she needs to disassemble the infallible image of celestia she has in her mind, and replace it for someone more... flawed. oddly, she likes this new, imperfect sun princess. it means making mistakes is fine, as long as one learns from them. ❛  wow. i guess i had such an unrealistic view of you, it never occurred to me you were ever capable of making mistakes as well.  ❜

she rubs a hoof against her foreleg, a touch embarrassed. celestia probably thinks her childish for idolizing her to such an extent. ❛  but to rule an entire kingdom ? i can't even color code my own bookshelves without getting antsy.  ❜ she sighs. ❛  but if you can learn from your mistakes... then i definitely can. i just want to ask... why me ? not so many moons ago, i was just some studious unicorn. i’m nothing special.  ❜