Inspired

Celestia grunts, trying to sit up, but settles on propping herself against the edge of raised platform, “We did it!”

Twilight comes by to sit beside her, then looks at the view in front, “Best seats in the house.”

Celestia chuckles, then groans from pain, “Damn… feels like years since I just… sat down.”

“I think you’ve earned your rest, Celestia.” Twilight looks at her mentor — her once pristine white coat is covered in scrapes, bruises, scorch marks and splatters of blood, both hers and her enemies, hooves no longer look polished, covered in dirt, and wings were missing quite a few feathers here and there, not to mention the fresh gunshot wound in her belly made a few minutes ago, “Stay with me, we’re almost through this.”

“You did good, Twilight,” Celestia looks at her favourite student, smiling, “You did good.” She closes her eyes, relaxing. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Princess.” They both sit for a while, Twilight tiredly looking at the quiet battle going outside, Equestria taking half of the view. Then she looks back at Celestia. “Princess?”

Celestia was no longer breathing.