Twilight Sparkle always wrote to Princess Celestia about her lessons in friendship. Sometimes, Celestia wrote back. Even if Twilight didn't know it.

Expanded version of the ninth-place winner in the /fic/ mini write-off "Just Over the Horizon."

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A filly wakes up to find that she doesn't know where she is or who she is. All she knows is that her name is Celestia, but that doesn't help much when everything is so dark and quiet.

:This story is my personal cannon. I didn't take it or reference it from anything so if you read this and get mad because you had the same basic idea I'm sorry because I HATE copycats and had no intenstion of ripping something off:

I spread my wings and flew.
My fire dosed by the storm inside of me. I had a family. A small nest to call my own. A home.
And they were all taken from me. Taken by those who feared us. Despised us for what we weren’t.
They had called us a bird of evil. One that had rose from the deepest part of Tartarus. Covered in its hellish flams.
They called us monsters.

Philomena is reborn after she dies. Ponies are reborn before they die. But always changed.

It's hard for a bird to understand.