Knight Protector of the Crown
Chapter 7 - Knight Protector of the Crown
Twilight looked at the desk. She had cleared off the climate report, but it still had the outdated report and half started letter of Celestia’s as usual. In addition there was a book sitting open on the wooden surface. It was Diary No. One Hundred and Thirty Seven. Over the years she had read through it dozens of times, but it had occurred to Twilight that somewhere in the pages of entries might be some offhoofed comment that she had missed the previous times that could shed some light on what it was like to be an alicorn.
Ultimately, it was of no real significance, but Twilight was technically the only one of her kind, and she would like to know if her experience was typical. So far she had not found anything. Twilight looked at the open entry.
-going well. I have had the unicorn, I suppose I should start thinking of her as my student, move into the palace. She has so much potential, but my schedule makes our lessons occur at irregular hours. I decided it was easiest to just always have her on hoof. I can at least get a lesson in a day, and when I am busy she can study with the professors at the school.
I admit that she is growing on me. However, I think it might have been too many years since I last dealt with a young filly. I find myself rusty.
The other night there was a knocking on my door as I was preparing for bed. On the other side were two embarrassed guards and a timid purple unicorn. I suspected she used her “big eyes” on them. She has not yet turned her weapon on me, but I have seen it used effectively on some of the palace staff. I should inform the guards to not feel bad about granting my student- yes I do think I like the sound of that- granting my student an audience. I do need to look into how she got past all of the other guards, however. If a single filly can bypass every guard in the palace just be looking adorable, it seems like it could pose as a security hole.
Twilight smiled. When she was younger, she had the palace staff wrapped around her hoof. Fortunately for them, she had not realized just how much influence she had.
-meeting tomorrow. But back to last night. Twilight was standing there with that doll of hers and promptly fell over herself bowing. She was so afraid that she had disturbed my sleep or upset me. After finally reassuring my student, I discovered the heart of the matter. She missed her parents and could not get to sleep.
I walked her back to her chamber and offered to tell her a bedtime story. I am afraid that is where I erred. It has been too long. I was surprised to hear that her mother never indulged in the practice of telling bedtime stories, and endeavored to come up with a good one. Apparently over the last few hundred years either what constitutes a bedtime story has changed or I have forgotten.
I told her the tale of the Ghostly Princess.
Twilight still remembered that night and the end of the story. It had been terrifying. She could imagine Celestia’s face in the dim light as she spoke. “And so the princess who had lost herself, lost her friends, and lost her kingdom finally lost her mind. Now she is doomed to wander all the lands because she cannot remember what it is that she has lost. They say that every now and then, some part of her remembers what it was like to talk to real ponies, and in a flash of light and a whoosh of wind she will appear. You can hear her distorted cries as she tries to remember what it was like to talk. But as she reaches out to ponies you can see her burning away in her pain, and as fast as she appeared she will be gone. There is no hope for the ghostly princess, because she has forgotten that hope is found in the hearts of others.”
-still remember when he first told Luna and I the story when we just fillies. He had always told it as if he had known the ghostly princess, as if she was somepony we should feel sorry for. Perhaps he knew from the start what was to become of his mind.
Twilight had found that to bit of rambling reminiscence the most interesting in the entry, but unfortunately nothing else helped to illuminate it, or who the he was, any further.
-not the most prudent thing. I am sure at some point in the future I am reading over this and laughing. Just remember, you’re going to slip up again at some point, and it will probably be even more embarrassing.
What had Celestia been thinking telling her that story? She had nightmares for a week. Twilight could hardly believe that the Princess had thought it an appropriate bedtime tale if she had not read the diary herself.
-wouldn’t stop screaming that the ghost princess was going to get her. I never had the same talent at dream magic as Luna, but at least I was able to keep Twilight from remembering the nightmares. There was an odd flavor to them, but I suspect that I am even more out of practice with dream magic as I am bedtime stories. I will need to be sure, however, to find a more modern book of stories appropriate for a young filly. I believe Twilight had mentioned something about a Doing Dare book.
Twilight shook her head at her mentor as she closed the book. It had taken the diary and reflection over her memories to realize that her mentor could be just as goofy as Princess Luna sometimes. She supposed that eccentric was a kinder word, and wondered how many years it would take before ponies talked about the “eccentric Princess Twilight.”
“She made a mistake telling a young filly that story.”
Twilight remembered Applejack’s words when they last met, “A’h’l always be here for you hon. But you need to remember to look in here.” She poked her hoof against Twilight’s chest. “You’ve always known what’s right in your heart. Now you’ve got two of them. Maybe it will be twice as easy.”
Twilight stared at the diary still before her. “But what if my hearts lead me astray. We made the right call with Witherton, but… Ponies died. Even Celestia made mistakes… How am I supposed to do this?”
Twilight threw herself away from the desk and galloped across the room towards the bed and dived nose first into Celestia’s old blankets. She buried her snout and hoped that the fabric would absorb her tears.
“Did your mistakes ever get ponies killed?”
She knew the answer. Even during Celestia’s rule things were not always peaceful.
“What should I do when I kill ponies?”
Twilight imagined a response from the blankets, “You do your best, just as you have always done.”
“But you were perfect, and even your best wasn’t always good enough. How am I supposed to deal with this? I just can’t forget. I can’t… Every decision…”
Their dead faces stared at her. The entire village was dead.
Twilight imagined another gentle comment, ”You know I wasn’t perfect.”
“Close enough. With the difference between us, you might as well have been. I’ve been having more nightmares about them. I thought… I thought talking to AJ, Dash, and Rarity about things more would help, but...”
“They always say that it wasn’t your fault?”
“But it was my fault. They are trying to be nice, but they’re wrong.”
Twilight dug herself deeper into the pile looking for comfort.
“I mean. It’s not the first time I’ve made decisions that ended in ponies dead. It’s not even the first time I’ve gotten a lot of ponies killed… Not even the first time that there were dead fillies.”
Twilight remembered the burning caravan wagons and Fluttershy’s sobbing form.
“I’ve always had nightmares, and have been haunted, but…”
”You have alway been able to keep going for Equestria.”
“Why is this different? I did my best. I went with what seemed like the most logical course of action.”
”But you had reservations. You were concerned, if only for a while, that you might have been leaving Witherton shorthooved.”
And the imaginary Celestia had finally given Twilight her answer.
“Took you long enough subconscious.”
She sat up on the bed. She felt a weight come removed from her withers and the old haunted house in Equestria seemed a little less crowded. The bodies and faces were still there, but the windows and blinds were no longer distracting her with their rattling.
It was not that she was losing herself. She had just forgotten to listen.
“I promise I’m not going to ignore my gut. I’m not going to do what seems right if it doesn’t feel right.”
Twilight released a heavy sigh.
“I suppose that means I should tell Professor Cold Ice that he should publish his report and I need to tell ponies about the moon.”
As Twilight was thinking a green puff of smoke formed in front of her and materialized into a letter. She snatched it out of the air before gravity even had a chance to take home. Twilight hastily unrolled the expected letter. It simply read, “Home soon. –S”
In a burst of teleportation magic the Sun Study was empty.
When she rematerialized, Princess Twilight Sparkle stood on a large balcony in Canterlot. Her sun shone almost directly ahead and was imperceptibly brighter because of her excitement. That was something she needed to become better at. Since gaining her wings, her emotions tended have a larger effect on the flow of magic to the sun than she would have liked. The muscles in the alicorns legs flexed and unflexed as she barely restrained herself from hopping with excitement.
Her wings, however, remained motionless on her back. She could feel them weakly attempt to flutter once, but then nothing else. Recently she had begun flying lessons with Rainbow Dash. Years of training recruits had made her a skilled, if hard, teacher. Twilight’s wings were not yet quite strong enough to provide the lift required to fly, but that had not stopped the rainbow maned pegasus from being a slave driver.
By the end of her lessons, the muscles that worked her wings would be too tired to move. As long as she scheduled the lessons in the morning, it made controlling her wings in court much simpler. Of course, she would have preferred not to have to live with the soreness it left in her back.
She squinted her eyes, but still could not see him. Her Knight Protector of the Crown was returning. Spike had been away for over six months on his mission, and he had not yet seen her new form. Twilight could not wait to show off her wings. Any minute the alicorn expected to see the dragon coming across the horizon. She had cleared her schedule for her former assistant’s return.
Her former hatchling was so important to her. Spike had always been something like a younger brother to her - though it was much more complicated than that. However, like many older sisters, she had not fully appreciated Spike when she had been younger. Too often the dragon had been her assistant first and her family second.
It was when she had realized the implications of her immortality that Twilight truly began to appreciate her dragon. Within another half a century, her friends would all be dead. She would make new friends. In fact, she HAD made some new, younger friends. Just the other day she had a nice brunch with Silver Dancer. However, all ponies would fade and die. She suspected that as time wore on, their lives would begin to pass like that of a mayfly. The burden of her immortality already seemed heavy, and she had not yet even lived longer than a normal lifetime.
She wondered how Celestia had handled taking Twilight on as a student. She wondered if Princess Celestia had cut herself off from her emotions. Maybe the love she had felt from her mentor had been a facade.
No.
Twilight remembered the Princess's last words. She would never forget them.
Spike, however, would be a rock in the storm of centuries and eons that would pass. Dragons were known to live hundreds or even thousands of years. There would be times when her precious knight would need to give himself over to the great slumber. But for an immortal being, what would a hundred years without her eternal companion seem? It would eventually be but a blink of an eye. At least that is what Twilight hoped. The same thing that would make relationships with normal ponies so painful would make the time without Spike bearable.
She had committed a non-trivial amount of time studying dragon physiology, and there was no known record of a dragon dying of old age. It seemed the creatures did not succumb to natural causes. They died in battle or cataclysmic events. The eldest of them simply disappeared, perhaps interring themselves for a slumber that would stretch on for eons.
Spike was her friend. Spike would live on with her.
When she realized just how badly she had treated the dragon who had been like a brother to her, she had become determined to put things right. He had deserved more than being her simple assistant. So the princess of Equestria had created a new post, Knight Protector of the Crown. Technically he was her bodyguard. However, in practice, he would go where she could not. He spoke with her voice and acted on her authority.
The appointment was one of the worst decisions she had made.
It had made the dragon thrilled. The pride in his eyes had made her think she had made the right choice. But he was no longer a baby dragon. While Spike was still young, he was strong and powerful. As Knight Protector he was frequently away. She was constantly sending him into danger. Whenever he flew away from Canterlot, Twilight could not help but remember how most dragons met their end.
She could not stand to lose him.
Then there was also the fact that he took his duties far too seriously. He was like Rainbow Dash in that respect. Though, at least he would drop the formalities when they were not in public. Still, whenever he was gone she would just want her old assistant back. Twilight could never do that too him though. He was proud of his position, and he was good at it as well.
She could see a purple and green blob in the distance now. It was flanked by smaller specks that she assumed to be the pegasi that had gone with him. She counted nine forms in all. They had taken casualties it seemed.
It was normal for them to exchange letters, but this mission Spike had only sent a few, and the status reports had been brief at best.
Twilight considered it only fair that she had not mentioned the whole ‘alicorn thing’ in her letters back to him. It was just too bad that she was not yet skilled enough at flying to go out and meet him. She smiled as she imagined what the look on his face would be like.
The clopping of armored hoofsteps approached her from behind. She recognized the rhythm. The princess hoped that her captain of the guard was only there to wait with her. She really did not want to deal with another crisis at the moment.
“You must be looking forward to his arrival Princess. Your wings certainly seem excited.”
“What!”
Twilight craned her head trying to look at her wings. Twisting around, practically losing her crown, she could see her wings sitting motionless with not a flutter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rainbow Dash’s smirk.
“If you can’t tell whether or not your wings are doing something perhaps we need to step up your training. My goal is to eventually get you to be the second best flier in Equestria.”
“I would be happy if I could just get off the ground.”
She knew she was pouting, but the princess did not particularly care.
“It’ll be good to see Spike again. Think you’re going to let him stick around long enough that he will be able to help me break in the new recruits?”
Rainbow Dash had no idea how much the lighthearted comment hurt her.
“I would like to keep him around, but we need to make sure nothing happens to Witherton again. I still can’t... We can’t let anything happen to the new ponies moving there. He will keep them safe.”
There was silence before the pegasus’s voice softly replied.
“You’re still thinking about that? It was nearly… No, it was before you got your wings... Twilight, it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known that-”
Twilight whirled on her friend in frustration. She thought she had finally worked the issue out.
“But I should have! If I had taken the time. I can expand and project my senses out beyond my physical form. I can erect barriers and level mountains. I’m the most powerful being alive, and I can’t even protect a single village? Don’t make me laugh. I failed Dash, plain and simple. The ponies in Witherton depended on me. I let them down. I let them die because I didn’t trust my own judgement.”
She shook her head before continuing, “I can still remember their dead faces. I walked through a village that had been slaughtered to the last pony. Their deaths had been pointless.”
“Twilight-”
“I gave the order to reduce the guard. I signed off on the paperwork. Their blood is on my hooves.”
“You only went along with the decision because we told you that Trottingham needed an increased guard - and it did. If we hadn’t changed the guard assignments we might have ended up with two tragedies on our hooves instead of one. I don’t like it, but we have limited resources.”
“Exactly, I did it because other ponies told me that I should even though I knew it was a bad idea. I should have protected them...”
“Nopony can do everything.”
They were shouting now.
“Celestia could!”
“Celestia is dead!”
They were both silent. The words had been said. It was Rainbow Dash who first mustered up the courage to say something again.
“You’re not Celestia, Twilight. You can’t keep comparing yourself to her. Of course you are going to fall short. She had at least a thousand years of experience on you, probably a lot more. You’re still growing. Give yourself a chance.”
“But I should have kept them safe...”
“Don’t be stupid Twilight! What are you supposed to do? Be everywhere at once?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
Rainbow Dash sighed at what she had interpreted as a petulant response.
“Twilight. you can’t be ‘on’ all the time. You need to relax at some point. Nopony is meant to hold onto things like this. Not everything bad that happens in Equestria is your fault. You think I didn’t feel some of the blame, that I don’t wish things had gone differently? But we need to move on, unless we want Equestria to grind to a stop. We’re going to find the things that attacked Witherton. When the survivors wake up, they’ll be able to help us with their accounts. However, things like this will probably happen again. Just know that I will be by your side when they do. You don’t need to carry it all yourself.”
Twilight did not cry. She had not cried once over the ponies of Witherton. She had only felt anger and shame.
Nearly seven months ago they had received reports from Trottingham, reports of something new. Guard ponies were transferred from Witherton in response. By the end of a month Witherton was gone. The buildings remained intact. The belongings of ponies had not been touched. But each and every pony had been killed. They had been telekinetically crushed or torn to pieces. There were only three potential witnesses and they were all in comas. Twilight had made it a point to memorize the faces of all those who had died there, however, she had not yet been able to bring herself to visit the three survivors.
It did not matter what Rainbow Dash said. Twilight had failed her little ponies.
“Dash, when I’m not on I let things like Witherton happen. I let things like the Ponyville-Trotingham Caravan hap-”
“Are you still holding on to that!”
For a second Twilight thought that Rainbow Dash was about to punch her.
Twilight shook her head, but she was not sure why. “I need to do more.”
Ponies had died because of her before. But this had been different. It had been the greatest tragedy in Equestria since the death of the two alicorn sisters, occurring just days before the ceremony for Apple Seed. Worst of all had been the way in which the ponies had died.
Most of the creatures that called the night their domain attacked with tooth or claw. If something fell upon a caravan, the ponies would be torn to shreds, not crushed to a pulp. Until she could shove the memory aside, the thought of caravans reminded Twilight of the loss Fluttershy had suffered.
The ponies of Witherton had not been attacked by timberwolves, or manticores. Nor had it been a Taraxippus or a Lamia. It could not been any of the dozens of horrible creatures that creeped about once her sun set. The ponies of Witherton had been killed by magic. It was the type of magic a pony might use, such as a unicorn.
Or an alicorn.
Or something like an alicorn.
Twilight remembered the creature from her dreams, from her nightmares - the nightmares that came more frequently now. She had destroyed it, erased it from existence. But where had it come from? Were there others?
“There is something you could do to help. The armor Moon Dreamer used to make for the guard was really something else. The enchantments have saved more than one ponies life. If you would let him go back to crafting equipment for us, well, the new recruits would be much more effective.”
Twilight looked at her friend with a hint of betrayal. They had discussed the issue before. Rainbow Dash knew how she felt. Was her captain attempting to use her vulnerable state to manipulate her into changing her mind?
That was ridiculous, Dash was her friend.
Dash was just being insensitive.
“The project he is working on is too important. He’s already moved past the initial planning stage.”
“Yea, the Magisterium is not too happy with him shutting down streets just to carve them up.”
Twilight sighed. There were only a handful of unicorns in Equestria who could even understand the magnitude of what Moon Dreamer was taking on.
“The rune patterns need a lot of space. It just so happens that the streets of Canterlot are laid out along where the main rune lines need to be placed. I suspect that when Princess Celestia first had this city built, it was with this ultimately in mind. It’s just too much of a coincidence otherwise. I don’t know why it was never finished, but the streets are perfect to serve as the framework for a limitless amplification matrix. I just wish I could find some documentation from the city’s construction.”
“Still, it's very disruptive to day to day life.”
“Roads are closed for maintenance all the time, the ponies can deal with it. Besides, when he finishes with a street, the runes will melt into the stone and will hardly be noticeable. Oh, and you can tell the Magisterium that they should feel free to direct their complaints to me if they are dissatisfied with Moon Dreamer’s actions.”
“This is more than just maintenance. There is all sorts of magical disruptions, and the roads he is working on are-”
“Ponies can deal with it. This won’t cost anypony their lives or put anypony at risk, but it might save lives.”
“Twilight, I-”
Both ponies were caught off guard by a sudden ‘whoosh’ of wind followed by a thud as a dragon landed besides them. The creature was an imposing sight, easily the size of a carriage. His growth over the past decades had not been caused by greed as it had been on that one chaotic day when he was just a little dragon. The fire that had driven this more recent growth had been loyalty, honesty, and generosity. It had been tempered by laughter and kindness. Friendship had ensured that his growth was slow and proper. He was easily stronger than greedy or wrathful dragons three times his size. A moment later five battered pegasi touched down as well.
If they had not been veterans before leaving, they were now. In her mind she picked up the feathers of the ponies who had not returned from Spike’s basket. She would put them in the abandoned house, more ponies that died following her orders.
The Princess gasped at the sight of her Knight Protector. A long scar ran across Spike's face. The chest plate of his enchanted armor was missing and bandages were wrapped across his chest. It looked like they were bleeding through.
“Spike!”
She ran to the dragon in concern.
“Don’t worry, it looks worse than it is. We can talk about it more inside.”
Twilight could tell that his now deep voice was hiding something. He had not even mentioned her wings.
Rainbow Dash dismissed the pegasi, giving them leave until they would be called for debriefing. The captain, the knight, the princess, and her ever-present guards then made their way inside.
As they walked through the archways leading off the balcony, the collar around Spike’s neck glowed with magical power. His form distorted and shrank until he was only a little bit larger than Twilight. It had been a gift from Moon Dreamer, and the design was absolutely brilliant.
She was not certain how it had happened, but her dragon and her student had bonded deeply. When Moon Dancer realized how much the dragon’s size was an inconvenience, he had set his mind out to fix things. The unicorn had needed Twilight’s help to make the collar. The task had been beyond his ability at the time, but Twilight had not even realized how much Spike’s size was bothering the dragon.
The hallways in Canterlot were all very big. He had not seemed that large.
Twilight did not know the exact limits of the collar. Spike described it as feeling ‘tight’ - like wearing a suit that was a bit too small. She suspected that as Spike grew, the tightness would increase. Eventually she would probably need to look at other options.
They were in her study. Rainbow Dash was right; she did need to relax. She used her magic to heat up a pot of tea.
“Spike, let me call the doctors to look at that.”
“I don’t think it will help.” He was unwinding the bandages. “It’s been like this for months now.”
Twilight and Rainbow Dash both gasped at the wound. It was along the side of his chest, as if some powerful force had torn into him. It seemed to have been caused by a glancing blow. A feeling of dread went through her as she imagined what would have happened if it had hit Spike straight on.
Rainbow Dash asked the obvious question.
“The shade dragons did this?”
They had been reported to be non-aggressive. But this wound was deep and ugly. It was slowly oozing blood. The scales around it were turned and twisted. She could see that it looked like some of the tissue was rotting.
“No. The shade dragons will basically just sit there no matter what you do to them. I don’t think they can be hurt by anything but sunlight. I saw one destroyed by the dawn. But otherwise, they just curl up in their caves sapping energy from the soil and earth. We weren’t able to figure out if they are intelligent or not, or where they are coming from. Basically the mission was a big failure. No, this wound was caused by something else. It took out half our squad before we even realized what hit us. It was only when dawn came that the attack let up.”
“Why didn’t you go and see a doctor? You weren’t that far from Hoofington.”
Twilight was worried about her not-so-little Spike. She could not lose him.
“I did go see a doctor. Several in fact. This was the best they could do, even with magical healing. Something’s wrong with it - interfering with their magic. By the way, nice new wings. Could’ve mentioned them in one of your letters.”
Spike had a grim smile on his face. She wondered how much the wound hurt him.
“You could've told me you were hurt... May I?”
Spike nodded his head. Twilight was not a healer, but she had studied healing magic. Perhaps she would need to study it some more. If the wound was infected with foreign magic then perhaps raw power would work where skill and experience had not.
Hesitantly Twilight reached out with her magic. When the glow enveloped the wound, she recoiled in horror. She did not even notice her spilled tea. She recognized the feeling of the wound.
It felt...
Wrong.
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133021
Well, it is possible for a geologically 'dead' planet to still experience earthquakes and some volcanism as it settles. These 'death throes' can last for millions of years...
Yea, thats the story I'm going to stick to... or a wizard did it.
"She knew she pouting, but the princess did not particularly care."
"'Your wings are certainly seem excited.'"
"It was along the side of his chest, as if some powerful force force had torn into him."
My english not so good too. But this look mistake.
SCIENCE
. I gave up about a fourth through that explanation, half because I was amazed at how much thought you put into it and half because I didn't understand what was going on anymore. 
You have won science, congratulations.
So Twilight does have a friend to live with her throughout the centuries: Spike. That's great, I really like Spike and I know he means a lot to Twilight, so it's lucky that they can still be "together" for what is essentially eternity.
The "wrong" creature is back
. I thought it was erased from existence. . . Looking back, you let on pretty heavily it was gone for good. I should have realized that was foreshadowing for it to return, since you didn't need to be that insistent about it's disappearance if it didn't have some sort of role later on. Well played, ya' got me. 
Other than that:
<(~yay... for two chapters today!)
"One thing to take away from this, is that energy conservation cannot apply or else Twilight and Celestia would have appetites like a parasprite swarm."
This, along with some other details in this sciencey speculation on the workings of equestria, but mostly this line, reminds me of an interpretation of Twilight's cutie mark that i came up with during a discussion on the nature of unicorn magic i was having with somepony a few days ago.
That cutie mark interpretation was something along the lines of: "Could probably say her cutie mark reflects the ability to draw energy from vacuum, the central starburst - a burst of energy, surrounded by stars. A burst of energy from between the stars - she draws power from the space between the stars, the vacuum of space."
I intend to eventually go through that and smooth out my wording a bit more, that is almost a direct copypaste from my log of the conversation. I had one concern with that idea, and that was that she would have to be able to access vacuum energy spanning a ridiculous amount of space to do anything useful if that were the case, but something you said i think at least partly alleviates that problem.
"...also assuming magic is not affected by distance (and as I write, that seems unlikely, so maybe her output is even greater)"
Keep in mind that i am by no means knowledgeable when it comes to the finer points of things like vacuum energy, i know of them, i know little to nothing about them. Anyway, there's my two cents, albeit two cents that don't necessarily have anything to do with your story, you just reminded me of it.
EDIT: I re-read that second bit i quoted from you and i somehow completely misread the part in parentheses the first time around. It looks as if you have the same concern about the effects of distance on magic that i had.
All that aside, I am very much enjoying your fic, including the science sections at the end of each of these last two chapters, and i look forward to the next chapter. Keep it up!
133988 I don't think it necessarily means that the wrong creature is back, so much as it means that there is more to come from the same source from which the wrong creature originated, it could be anything, just from the same source, whatever that may be.
So.... What took longer? Writing this chapter, or researching and writing out all that data?
"The next chapter involves Twilight having to deal with something sad."
Please don't have Spike die, Twilight already has enough depression to deal with.
...You're going to kill Spike aren't you...
...I just have a simple question regarding your theorizing for you: what did you take to learn how to do all of this?!
yar the phisics. not only are you good at phisics you can write a good fic to
134009 Right, I sort of thought that too. I'm thinking now that there's just a giant pool of "wrongness" that gets created because of the darkness in all of our hearts
. . . If that's not overly cheesy anyway. Sapidus is very scientific, so I wonder if my idea holds any real merit. Can't tell if something so vague and magical would be something he would do. The "wrong" creature remark I made was one of those times where I wrote something, realized it wasn't perfect, but was too lazy to take it out and sadden myself by rendering my comment-making efforts useless. 
I just realized, discussion is fun!
Wonderful! Yay twin posts! amazing science!
I feel all happy and it makes me even more encouraged to science up Equestria in my own fics!
...wait... Twi is going to have to deal with sad next chapter?
...Is it Spike?
You're not going to kill Spike, are you?
He's... Spike is...
...Spikey...
He's not even dead yet and It's killing me inside...
>>Everyone My opinion is, the "wrong" creature was some sort of time traveler. Maybe going back to assure that it's kind would be "born" in the colder world of Equestria-future. What Spike ran into could the early ancestor of said creature.
Or it could have just been tasked with preserving the timeline, while not really wanting to. It did say it was sorry. And that it didn't want to do this.
Or worst case scenario, it could be an infected version of Twilight or Spike. Infected by the "wrongness" either one could have been sent back. And be under the "wrong" creature's control.
I thought along the same lines as to who the monster is, KitsuneNoYomeiri and Nightgazer.
Thinking earlier, I thought that the monster must indeed have been some future Twilight, but then Sapidus insisted it was not but should be easy to figure out. I thought about it really hard and now using what I've read since then, I am pretty sure I know the monster is Spike in some form or another (I really facehoofed when I figured it out). Now, I am very intrigued and can't wait to see exact details how Spike becomes the monster comes to be and why he goes back to do what he does. Oh, and it is pretty obvious why Twilight was simply able to make the monster disappear despite her being far less powerful than Celestia, Spike let her do it.
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I can say something about this given that I am working on my Ph.D in physics. An undergraduate physics degree is more than enough (actually, one would only really need the first three years) provided that one does a little bit of study in astrophysics and geophysics as well.
Thumbs up to the author for the science stuff, that really made my day.
*puts on glasses and studies for a moment* brilliant!
Honestly I can grasp what you're saying just fine. Just lots of data and I need to go to sleep now at 1130 at night. Nice to know you're putting so much thought into your story from a scientific approach. Perhaps alicorns obtain their power from vacuum energy?
@last part i am 13 and what is this?
first paragraph of this chapter only adds to my curiousity of just how much twilight's emotions could affect her magic. such a concept is certainly nothing new but it is quite interesting to look into, makes you wonder what she really could do at times depending on how she feels at the time or something like that.
WHERE THE HELL IS THE NEXT CHAPTER BUTTON!!!!
Seriously though amazing work. I was a bit hesitant about reading futuristic stories but ended reading all in one sitting.
Nice story but every chapter I find myself torturing myself trying to read your explanations. after all, your trying to explain what pretty much everyone else just say "It's magic I'm not gonna explain it". By the way. where do you get your numbers?
I have noticed a tragic issue with this story. The "next chapter" button is bugged and does not render.
134150 College-level science.
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anon is right that the math is nothing beyond undergrad physics. Piecing the parts together is something that requires a bit of creativity, but still nothing too advanced. I recently finished with a PhD program myself (By finished, I do not mean completed. I found it too stressful and unfulfilling so left with a couple years left on my thesis).
BTW, I did not mean to insist that it was not the case. I only meant to say that it had been one of multiple options and that readers had not seemed to pick up on the other options (at the time of my post). So you shouldn't take that off the table completely.
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Depends on which numbers you're talking about. Things like the distance to LEO, radius of Earth, ect, I just looked up on wikipedia. The other numbers I either calculated or approximated. Really only two equations where needed for most of it, the Stephen-Boltzman equation and an equation relating luminosity to brightness (not really a name for it, just involves a solid angle of a sphere, ie, the light spreads out).
The story is well written and nicely paced, the plot is very interesting too.
Would have preferred if half of the chapter wasn't technobabble that probably all makes sense to physics students thought
Looking forward to your next update :)
Regarding the "amplification matrix"... I remember reading long ago about the ancient standing stones and ley lines that criss-crossed England and supposedly could gather and concentrate magical energy into a stone circle, where rituals were performed.
I'm curious if your description of the amplification matrix was inspired from that, or if it's merely coincidence?
This is shaping up to be a really good, if a bit depressing fic. The first couple of chapters had me tearing up like "My Little Dashie" all over again.
And I really appreciate the physics talk at the end of the chapters. It helps me image the story in my head. So thank you for your consideration and please continue with the story. 
hm...perhaps it was the exposure to Discord at the beginning of season 2. when she lost her color, perhaps she still had her magical power, and when she got her memory back, it doubled the rate at which her power increased. or perhaps it was just another reaction to the elements of harmony and discord combined?
Do you think it woud be possible for you to write a whole story on this site detailing the science and properties that equestria and it's habitants have? I'm becoming extremely curious at the scientific work you have here.
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Nice story.
On the subject of "wrongness"...
Twlight refined her time magic as well as the magic of (UNKNOWN PLOT DEVICE) and realised that it was her that killed celestia... because...
Twlight sparke paced, her wings fluttering in agitation. She could hear the voice of her long gone raibow maned friend chastising her for it.
"It had already happened." She mutered to herself pacing in the crumbling amplifier room.
"Draining the alicorns magic would give me just enough a boost of power to prevent ice age and save Equestria. I have to do it. For my ponies. And it had already happened." She shuddered. There was no other choice.
She gathered her full energy and time seemingly froze outside the room. This would be a jump several orders of magnitude larger then anything she had ever done. The sun dimmed and the magnification array crumbled as putiry and paradox sufused her beeing.
'Oh Pinkie... I'm so sorry.'
Nice story.
On the subject of "wrongness"...
Twlight refined her time magic as well as the magic of (UNKNOWN PLOT DEVICE) and realised that it was her that killed celestia... because...
Twlight sparke paced, her wings fluttering in agitation. She could hear the voice of her long gone raibow maned friend chastising her for it.
"It had already happened." She mutered to herself pacing in the crumbling amplifier room.
"Draining the alicorns magic would give me just enough a boost of power to prevent ice age and save Equestria. I have to do it. For my ponies. And it had already happened." She shuddered. There was no other choice.
She gathered her full energy and time seemingly froze outside the room. This would be a jump several orders of magnitude larger then anything she had ever done. The sun dimmed and the magnification array crumbled as purity and paradox sufused her beeing.
'Oh Pinkie... I'm so sorry.'
... So jealous right now. Not only are you writing awesome stories, but you're also working awesome science. I'm not sure what is more awesome.
"When Moon Dancer realized how much the dragon’s size was an inconvenience, he had set his mind out to fix things."
Moon Dreamer*?
So much SCIENCE! AAARRRGG
My God. The physics of Equestria!
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The muscles in the alicorns legs flexed and unflexed as she barely restrained herself from hoping with excitement.
Don’t be stupid Twilight! What are you supposed to do? Be everywhere at once?”
^Requires an apostrophe.
Also, you did the math on comparing the suns, AND used canon/fanon materials.
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TIL Celestia is OP...way, way OP.
I like your science my good sir
have a moustache: 
Bronies are talanted, kind people, and some are very smart. Some people say that being a brony makes you not a man.... as a Pegasister, I would totally love to date a brony 
science+MLP= AWESOMENESS 
973254 Suddenly, a wild threat appears!
"LOL EQUESTRIA SUCKS LOL I'M-" *BOOM*
Ghost alicorn flamey things power is probably over 6786876.
Absolutely adoring the amount of effort going into this. It's a lovely, bittersweet read. The scientific equations and everything else are extremely impressive, even if some of it, I fail to understand.
Love the science bit at the end of the chapter twilight would be proud
That science it up you do in the authors note is something I like to do but with timelines. In one story I figured out a fairly odd coincidence that placed the death of Equestria's king (from the story Into the Black: A Mares Tale) at about the time every villain was locked away for a thousand years. I then reasoned that it made sense for villains to strike just as the old king died, resulting in why so many are being released after their thousand year imprisonment.
Why the moon broke up.
It was inside the Roche limit.
Also, of course in this scenario, the moon has to be self-luminous - as it's always eclipsed by the planet.
I don't understand any of the science or math, but it's beautiful.
Oh shiet, Twi and Spike have larger issues to worry about now.
Also, dig the math. Gave me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
That math.... Wow, makes sense though!
The science is damn impressive but since I didn't see a comment on it (could've been said but i didnt see it) and I hate to be that guy but most of this science and physics is based around our universe and could very well not be correct in theirs but, as I said assuming they're similar you would be correct