“Granny Smith, can you tell me a bedtime story?”
“Of course Apple Bloom. I’ll tell you a story.”
After a long day of school and trying to earn her cutie mark along with the other Crusaders, the mind of the yellow earth pony, Apple Bloom, was racing and she couldn’t get to sleep without one of Granny Smith’s patented bedtime stories.
“A long time ago… before the coming of the wicked Nightmare Moon, our beloved Princess Celestia had not only one sibling, but two.”
“Wait, Mrs. Cheerilee never said nuthin’ ‘bout a third princess before! Is this story make-believe? If it is, that’s really weird because I’ve never heard of there being three princesses!”
“The third was not a princess… he was a prince.”
“WHAT!?!? Like that awful Prince Blueblood?”
“No. This prince is an allicorn like Luna and Celestia. His name is North Star.”
“Granny, how come I’ve never heard of him before?”
She was very patient with Apple Bloom. After all, fillies did ask a lot of questions. This was true to the time her grandmother told her this exact story too.
“Celestia erased him from every-pony’s memory and from all of the books that mentioned the royal family, because she didn’t want any-pony to know there was a male allicorn with god-like abilities, and she also believed that he and Luna were conspiring against her. North Star became forgotten and slowly began to fade away. He flew away to create his own kingdom amongst the stars, in which he made the constellations and his palace.”
“Okay, but is he still real?”
“Yes he is, but he faded so much no-pony can see him. Now, he is rarely called North Star… but Death. When a pony is dying they send a burst of last life energy and it calls him from his palace. He gently lands in their room and calls their soul to his kingdom. Then he or she will have eternal happiness. The end.”
“Yes Apple Bloom?”
“I’ll never forget about Prince North Star.”
“Good night sweetie.” Granny Smith left the room. Apple Bloom looked out of her window and to the north star, which was shining more brightly than any of the others. “Never.” And the filly began to doze off.
Just then Granny Smith had one of her terrible coughing fits that seemed to get worse every time she had one. Apple Bloom woke with a start and ran to her grandmother’s room to see a burst of pure white energy burst from Granny Smith’s body. She was dying. Her body was convulsing as she struggled for life. A great translucent cream-colored allicorn flew into the room, gently placed his hoof on Granny Smith’s stilling body and said in a sad, calm voice, “Granny Smith Apple, you can leave now. It’s over.” A healthy looking green and yellow mare stepped out of the body and smiled at Apple Bloom.
“Granny?” she sobbed. The mare nodded and North Star turned to see them embracing one last time.
“Child.” He said, “ I heard your promise to me. I also heard hers.” He said indicating the corpse. “She will come with me to the stars and wait for everypony she loves, but since this has been a terrible moment for you I will take you to my kingdom so you may learn of where she shall wait for you.” Then, North Star placed his horn on Apple Bloom’s forehead and she began to float.
They traveled into the heavens and closer to the Northern Palace. Apple Bloom floated amongst the stars beholding their majesty and weaving through them like she was playing a game. North Star called her to his side and the gates of the kingdom opened revealing a city made of diamond spires and golden columns. Ghostly ponies frolicked around and had conversations Apple Bloom couldn’t hear.
“Come Apple Bloom, I must show you your grandmother’s accommodations.” North Star, Apple Bloom, and Granny Smith landed in front of a starry replica of Sweet Apple Acres as dozens of male and female ponies filed out.
“This is the rest of the Apple family, and this is where she will be staying.” Apple Bloom was stunned. There was Mom, Dad and Grandpa!
“Now I will show you my palace.” And they floated off together.
In the palace there were three thrones in the throne room instead of just one.
“ Why are there three thrones Prince?”
“ Celestia and Luna have their times too little one.”
The next morning Applejack was shaking Apple Bloom awake. She was crying.
“Apple Bloom, wake up. Somethin’ terrible happened! Granny Smith passed on. I’m so sorry sugar-cube.” Apple Bloom started to cry too, but these were not tears of sadness, they were tears of joy. She knew Granny was safe.
The funeral was held that very day, and with the help Rarity, Big Mac, and one of Twilight’s many books, Apple Bloom constructed a large marble brazier that she dedicated in memory of all of the deceased ponies in Ponyville. The fire was lit and tended to for weeks, months, and then years by Apple Bloom, and she discovered her talent. She was the tender of the eternal flame, with a fire on her flank to prove it. The young fillies and colts began to call her Hestia and so did everypony else.
Years later she passed into the Northern Kingdom, hoof in hoof with her old friend North Star. There she still tends to the eternal flame, in the throne room of the prince.
(Well thanks for reading my First fanfiction. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please comment, rate, and favorite this if you want to. I dedicate this to my brother for editing this, and my friends, who would never stop listening to me, go on and on about North Star and apple bloom and the northern kingdom. For all of you who didn’t know North Star was a Pony from the REALLY old and ORIGINAL mlp series, but SHE was a Pegasus and not too impressive.)