In the Canterlot royal castle, the beloved ruler Princess Celestia was sick. She had come down with a nasty case of the flu and felt miserable. She was stuck in bed coughing and sneezing up a storm. The royal doctor had stopped by to check on her. He said with Celestia being ill she wouldn't be able to raise the sun.
It was then, the ailing alicorn heard a loud sound. Looking up, she discovered it was her sister, Princess Luna. "Luna," yawned Celestia, "What are you doing here?"
"We are sorry if we woke you," said Luna, "Its just the sun is coming up and we came to ask you if we could--"
Celestia shot up from her bed and shouted, "It’s morning already?"
"Well, almost," said Luna in a soft voice lowering her head, "But we just thought maybe we could raise the sun for you."
"Luna," Said Celestia in a soft voice, "Its my royal duty to raise the sun, much like it is yours to bring out the moon at night."
"But-"
"It's they way things always has been, you understand. Right?"
"Yes, we know," said Luna, "But thou art still ill."
"Luna," said Celestia trying to get out of bed, "I'm fine."
"But sister."
Before Celestia could say anything, she let out a loud sneeze.
"Thou doesn't seem fine to me," said Luna as she started to glare at her sister, "Does thou not trust me to raise the sun?"
"Its not that I don't trust you dear sister," sniffed Celestia as she used her magic to levitate a tissue. She blew her nose creating a noise that made Luna flinch slightly. "I'm just worried about you, that's all."
Luna pouted, "Thou doesn't trust me."
"Aren't you a little to old to be pouting?" asked Celestia raising an eyebrow at her sister.
"Aren't thou a little too old to be so stubborn?" replied Luna, "At least we act our age."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Thou art is least one thousand years older then me," Said Luna, "Thou should act thy proper age."
"At least I don't pout,” muttered the sick princess.
"At least we don't wear curlers to bed," remarked Luna pointing a hoof at her sister’s mane. Luna was right. Her sister’s mane contained several bright pink curlers.
"Getting this flowing mane takes a while," replied Celestia pointing at he curlers.
"Then why doesn't thou curl it?" Asked Luna crossing her hooves.
Celestia’s eyes widened knowing what a monumental task curling her mane would be. "That takes forever!" She asserted with a cough.
"Then get one of the royal servants to do it."
"I still have to raise the sun you know," remarked Celestia changing the subject.
"Well, this thou doesn't today maybe--"
"Luna!" Barked Celestia a hint of anger in her voice, "I'm raising the sun, no questions asked!"
"But-"
"I said none!"
They still didn't stop bickering. Luna still wanted to raise the sun, but Celestia didn't want her to. They argued for what seemed an eternity. The two guards outside Celestia's room were covering their ears trying to drown out the noise of their arguing.
"Did they argue like this when they were fillies?" asked the one guard.
"I have a feeling that they did," muttered the other guard, "Come on, the sun still has to be raised."
The guards nodded in agreement and opened the door barging into the princess’s chambers. There they saw the two princesses were still arguing.
"Princess Luna, " Called one of the guards, "If you want to raise the sun, it better be on time, and you better hurry up!"
"Right," Said Luna, "we are sorry dear sister."
"What?!" said Celestia in a surprised voice, "You two knew about this?"
"We sort of came up with the idea." answered one of the guards.
Celestia gave each guard a narrow look. "Does somepony need to go to the moon?"
"Huh? No need to talk like that," said one of the guards, "Just, you were feeling under the weather and we thought maybe Luna could raise the sun for you."
"And we thought, since you’re getting older that..." The other guard stopped and saw that Luna was shaking her head, "uh..."
"What were you going to say?!" spoke Celestia in an angry voice.
"How about them Wonderbolts?" Said Luna trying to change the subject.
"You aren't helping," Said Celestia, "Now, about my age."
"You don't look a day older then 1050." Said the guard.
"Considering the fact you’re actually 1090 years old." Said the other guard
"Don't say that," shouted Luna, "She's very sensitive about her age."
"Oh," said the guard, "sorry about that."
Celestia just glared at him.
"Oh sister," pleaded Luna, "Can we please raise the sun?"
"Luna," Said Celestia as she faced her sister. Her sister was giving her the puppy dog look. Celestia remembered that when they were fillies, Luna used to give her parents that look whenever she wanted something and it usually worked half the time. "Don't use the puppy dog look on me, I used it before you," remarked Celestia.
"But we perfected it," said Luna making her eyes even bigger, "Can we please raise the sun?" The younger sister stood their half pouting to the ill Celestia.
"Ugh," said Celestia as she hung her head in defeat, "Okay, you can."
"Really?" Luna asked as her face started to perk up.
"Yes, but just this once," said Celestia sternly, "understand?"
"Of course," said Luna with a bright smile on her face, "We will not disappoint you." The dark blue alicorn began bouncing around with joy. Her stubborn sister finally gave in.
Luna’s joyful display made her smile. Though she couldn’t help but say, "Remember, be careful."
Luna came to a halt. "We know," she replied in a serious tone.
"Don't get to close to the sun, you might get burned," cautioned Celestia.
"We know."
"Don't forget to fly slow, the sun can't be raised too late or too early," explained Celestia, "It has to happen at just the right time."
"Sister…please, we know. We’ve seen thou do it many times before," remarked Luna.
"I'm just worried about you, that's all," replied Celestia coughing a little.
Luna sighed. She nearly forgot why she was going to raise the sun in the first place. Her dear sister was under the weather. It was only natural for her elder sister to still worry about her. A thoughtful smile formed on Luna’s face. "Sister," she sighed, "We know and we promise we will be careful."
"Pinkie Promise?" asked Celestia raising her eyebrows.
"Pinkie what?" questioned Luna.
"She's one of Twilight's friends, you know they hyper pink one with the curly mane.”
"The one dressed as the chicken screaming all the time at Night Mare Night? Making all of Ponyville hate us, but told us at last minute that she was doing that all for kicks and giggles?" asked Luna in a harsh tone, "that one?" The younger princess’s smile faded and a more annoyed look took its place.
Her elder sister frowned."You're still angry at her for that?" remarked Celestia, a bit surprised, "That happen months ago. I'm quite surprised that your're still mad at her for that."
"A princess can still hold grudges," replied Luna crossing her hooves.
"Was Night Mare Night that bad?"
"Yes."
Celestia sighed fighting the urge to roll her eyes, "You still know what a Pinkie Promise is, right?"
"Of course we do sister. It was thanks to thou reminding us about the pink pony, that helped us remember."
"Then make it."
"Cross my heart," said Luna as she used her hoof to make a cross on her chest, "hope to fly," as she opened up her wings, "stick a cupcake in my eye." as she put her hoof in front of her eye.
"And remember, you can't break it."
"Yes Celestia...we know," sighed Luna, "Can we go now?"
"Of course you can," said Celestia, "Just be safe."
"We will."
"I love you."
"We love you too dear sister," said Luna. She then flew out her sister's window and into the sky ready to raise the sun.