• Published 30th May 2013
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Educating Equestria - GnollReader



The humans have travelled to Equestria to share their knowledge with the ponies. However, what the human scholars bring with them quickly turns out to be a bit much for the simple-minded locals.

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Chapter 5: Of the past

Celestia gave a huff as she walked back into her castle. Apparently her worries had been rash, it seemed that captain Bluefire would not be the one to kill Barsley... No, Barsley would probably manage that part by himself just fine. A sigh escaped princess Celestia as she ruffled her wings, she would need another bath. Still, the fact that the human had found a friend in the captain so quickly put a small smile on her lips. It proved to her that no matter how different their races were, they could still coexist in harmony... if certainly not a very tranquil one.

As she continued her way through the castle though, she was surprised to see professor Henningston stand in one of the hallways holding the countless portraits of equestrian history. None of her subjects came to this part of the castle these days, even though it was never closed to the public. Years of grief and sorrow had left a shadow on this part of their own history and they were still frightful to look back. And yet, here stood a human, his brow furrowed as he silently observed one of the portraits.

Celestia did not need to see the painting to know which one it was, she herself had stood before it countless times in the past years. Not one day passed when she did not stand in front of it... wondering, contemplating... and grieving her loss, her failure. Many times she had wanted to take it down, but had always found herself unable to do so; feeling it would be unjust to forget her... her sister... Princess Luna.

Henningston took notice of Celestia's presence and turned to face her, the countless wrinkles in his face illuminated by the sunlight falling in through one of the mosaic windows as he watched her with an almost stoic expression. For the first time since Celestia had come to know him, she saw the age in his face... and it saddened her.

"Princess." his voice sounded softer than usual, almost tired, "Did Barsley make another one of his insane contraptions come to life?" he raised an eyebrow as he saw her dirty coat.

"A very loud one at that, though captain Bluefire does not seem to mind." Celestia replied with a small smile.

Henningston gave a short nod and a small chuckle before returning his attention back to the portrait, "Such are the gifts of youth." he paused, "I took the time for a short stroll through the castle before dinner when I stumbled upon this hallway... I hope my presence here is not illicit, is it?"

Celestia shook her head softly as she stepped up to him, "It is not. This hallway is one of many holding the history of our race. Anyone is allowed to search our past, nothing should be forgotten..." she stopped next to him and looked at the portrait, "No matter how grief it is."

Henningston was quiet for another moment, "Is it her?" his question hung in the air.

"It is... when both of us were still young." Celestia let her gaze wander over the portrait, the little foal laughing at her from it almost too much for her to bear, "And before words unspoken tore us apart."

"I understand..." Henningston's voice sounded heavy, "We... we heard rumors, and tales of what happened... and even after we met you in person, we were still doubtful of how much truth the stories carried... and of how we should stand before you..." he turned away from the painting and started to walk again, Celestia following him with quiet steps.

"When we first heard of these lands, we were amazed by the stories that found their way to us... Magic, to think that such wonders could exist..." he turned to her with a contemplating gaze, "And tales of a living god... Can you imagine what that meant for us? For a race that has never had magic nor a god that answered their prayers? For us, who always believed in logic and reason, to be presented with the one thing that simply shattered all principles of the science we held so dear?"

Henningston shook his head, "How many centuries did we look up at the stars wondering if there was more than we could perceive when the answer was down here all along. We always pictured gods as omniscient beings... endless in their wisdom and without flaws, distant and uncaring at the feeble problems of us mortals. And the more we delved into our search for knowledge, the more we lost our vision for these things."

Celestia searched his face, "And now, that you have met me?" a sad smile appeared on her lips, "What do you think of us omniscient beings with all of our flaws now?"

Henningston stopped and took a long, searching look at her features, "I believe, that you have a good heart. Carry your burdens, but do not do so alone. Your subjects love you with all of their heart. And just as they feel grief over your loss, so do I and even that fool in the courtyard if he knew... We all make mistakes, but we grow with them and all wounds will heal with time." he gave a short bow before turning to leave her, "I am certain that one day, your sister will return to you. Until then, I will pray for your well being."

Celestia watched him as he walked away from her, feeling strangely moved by his words. At the same time though, she couldn't help but whisper, "Who will I pray to?"

Down in the courtyard, Barsley and Bluefire could be heard over the roar of the engine, screaming "God of Thunder!" for all the world to hear as Barsley revved the engine to its peak capacities.

From the window above, Celestia shook her head with a small smile, "Us omniscient beings..." she turned her head upwards and searched the evening sky, it would be time for her to lower the sun soon, "If only you could be here to meet them..." Celestia spoke quietly, "If only you could be here, by my side again."

A small explosion caused her to look down again, it seemed that the engine had not been able to withstand both Barsley's and captain Bluefire's enthusiasm. As smoke started to rise from the charred remains Henningston could be seen storming out of the castle, already shouting at the still-grinning Barsley while Bluefire wobbled from side to side.

Celestia's smile grew as she watched the three and the smoking wreckage below, "If only you could meet these strange yet wonderful people..."