Never The Final Word (Vol. 1)

by horizon

Stellar Fire (KitsuneRisu's "The Incandescent Brilliance")

Author's Note:

**Now with a reading by Illya Leonov!**

[Tragedy]

This is a continuation of KitsuneRisu's The Incandescent Brilliance (8207 words, [Tragedy] [Sad]).

THE INCANDESCENT BRILLIANCE SPOILERS: Decades after the events of the show, Trixie reconciles with Twilight Sparkle, who invites her to a prestigious magical research post in the Royal Canterlot University. Trixie's void research team triggers an uncontrolled magical reaction, and she is trapped inside an antimagic containment field along with a junior researcher named Russet — who she discovers is Fluttershy and Big Macintosh's child, a struggling student enrolled in the University because Twilight pulled strings to get him admitted. The safety measures that prevent the accident from consuming Equestria require that the containment field stay in place until long after all hope of rescue is gone. Trixie relays their last words to Twilight and tells her to continue the research program so that their sacrifice won't be in vain.

— They wanted to be there, one voice says.

Because they believed in you, the other says. And it killed them.

There are two foreign voices clashing in my head.

She made me promise to continue the project, the first voice says. It is cold, detached; the void between the stars, the darkness that defines my light. It tells me I have done no wrong.

I defy that. I cannot recognize it. I do not want it. But it is a part of me. I have a terrifying suspicion that this is how Luna felt when her jealousy began to whisper to her. I know it's not true, but I am terrified nonetheless.

She made me promise to continue, dispassionate logic echoes. It should console me that reason agrees with the first voice — but it does not, because reason also provides the counterpoint:

But why did they have to die at all?

That voice has a name. Two names. It speaks its words in the voices of my friends.

I want to shout and deny it, call it the impostor it is.

Mac would never give voice to those words. At Granny Smith's funeral, at Apple Bloom's hospital bed, at Fluttershy's side as she put down Angel, I have seen Big Macintosh Apple when the tides of grief rise too high. He curls in upon himself, takes a deep breath, and floats along on the surface, unmoored and drifting through the days and nights, bumping into the flotsam of friends and jetsam of chores, until the water recedes and he has floated so very far away. Then he shoulders his yoke, stands up, and plods back home, in perfect silence all the while.

One day, he will wash away beyond our pleas to return. One day, he will break, as his father did when his mother passed. One day, when he picks himself up after the tsunami, he will turn and walk in a different direction, and none of us will ever see him again.

I hope it is not I who will break him.

Fluttershy, too, would never give voice to those words. She would do something far crueler than to say them, crueler even than to hold them in silence: She would never think them at all.

I would show up at her doorstep, and she would see Russet's story in my eyes before I even opened my mouth. I would stumble through the final speech of a lost pony, as I promised to do, and she wouldn't even listen. I would get halfway through the speech I'd spent days memorizing, stammering through my tears, and I would miss a word, tripping over Trixie, and she would step forward before I could stop her and she would hug me. I would lose it completely, bawling onto her shoulders, and I couldn't shout at her; I would be too weak to say Hate me, too weak to say It was my fault. Every fiber of my being would be crying out for her to mourn, to blame, to hurt, to hit; but she would just hold me as I sank weightless to the floor, drying my immortal eyes and shushing me like she shushed the foal who would grow up to be murdered by me as surely as if I'd nursed him on the icy daggers of my royal teats, and Twilight, she'd say, Twilight, velvet voice over velvet hoof as I flailed to draw blood upon a nonexistent iron edge, Twilight, listen, as I hyperventilated, listen, she'd say, listen:

They wanted to be there —

Comments

[MemoryLane]

This is ingenius. How fun is this, continuing other peoples work? I'm going to echo the other comments, and say I wish I would have thought of this first.

-Cyneryk

[FanOfMostEverything]

I am immensely grateful for you creating hub for the little recursive snippets scattered about the site. My only regret is that I can't think of any to add. I look forward to any further findings.

[Themaskedferret]

Any chance of genre tagging these little ficlets in their titles?

[horizon]

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That's a good idea in hindsight, although the chapter titles are already overlong. Would it be better to put genre tags in the Table of Contents, or put them up front and move some of the other title information to the TOC?

[Themaskedferret]

4344668 As long as it would allow me to know the genres going into each piece, i will not complain

[El Dante]

Oh my God, this is a brilliant idea. It's a giant, collective tribute crossover. I can only hope something from Silver will find its way in one day, but for now, I've really got to return to it.

[horizon]

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These are not the greatest fanfics in the world.

THEY ARE JUST TRIBUTES.

[horizon]

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Table of Contents now has complete genre tagging, and I'm adding the tags in to the start of each chapter as well.

[Titanium Dragon]

Well done.

Almost read all of these, now; just a few more to go.

[Titanium Dragon]

I have written reviews of the following stories in this collection:

- Stellar Fire
- Twilight's Choice
- Since You Asked

They can be found here.

[Sypher]

This is the little push that I think The Incandescent Brilliance would have benefited immensely from. Such a perfect, tragic characterization of Fluttershy that really emphasizes what was lost.

[horizon]

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Thank you!