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// Getting Warmer [FlashFic prompt] 
// Story: Anthology of Equinity 
// by Sollace 
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How many years had it been? Hundreds? Thousands?

Celestia didn’t know. All she knew was that she was alive, somehow. Even as the days turned to years, the years to aeons, and beyond, she remained unchanging.

The world around her is dead, long since gone. No life left to live, and to think, it just seemed like yesterday that she was here with her little ponies, helping them live their lives under her warm sun.

Nopony saw it, perhaps, except for Luna—poor Luna. She didn’t want to think about it, but she was right.

Every year that passed, the sun grew hotter, more humid. At first they were grateful. Harvests grew strong, and Celestia, herself, denied fears for the strength it brought.

But then it kept going.

Fields died, oceans boiled, soon the ponies, and eventually the dragons.

They were gone.

All that remained was she, weeping tears of flame.