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// Celestia 
// Story: Shattered Rainbow 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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Windy Whistles awoke to a light knocking at the door.

"Honey?" she groaned to her husband, flopping towards the stallion who was presently snoring rather loudly.

And snore he continued. At least, until a light, playful jab into his side startled him.

"Huh?" Bow Hot Hoof yawned, "What is it, Windy?"

The knocking began again, slightly stronger this time. Yawning a second time, Bow crawled lazily out of bed, stumbling towards the direction of the door that the noise emanated from. He ran a hoof through his mangy tangles of bed-hair, and opened the door.

Only to find Celestia herself, the recently-coronated Queen of Equestria, holding a gift-wrapped package. Gasping in surprise, Bow instinctively bowed towards the Queen, murmuring "Your Majesty," as he did so, welcoming her in.

Celestia shook her head slowly and chuckled. "There is no need for formalities at the moment," she began, "I've only come to see the mare who slept her entire life."

"My queen," Bow began meekly, "If I must so correct you, my daughter has only been in a coma for the past seventeen years or so."

Nodding, Celestia glanced about the inner structure of the building.

"And in return," Celestia replied, "I must ask where the sleeping quarters of this mare are located."

Bow pointed a hoof towards Rainbow's room.





"Rainbow Dash?"

Celestia peeked into the room of the sleeping mare, noting the hoof-drawn posters and newspaper clippings that plastered the walls, seemingly created hastily as if meant to replace something. Equally strange was the slip of paper on a nightstand that depicted a Rainboom in all the colors of a crayon box. She set down the small 

"Are you going to do something," Rainbow Dash deadpanned sleepily, startling the Queen, "or are you just gonna continue looking at the drawings I made with my sister?"

Clearing her throat, Celestia composed herself, and floated up the gift box, setting it on the bedsheets.

"It recently came to my attention," she began, "that you're the mare who claims to have lived an entire life in a dream. Am I correct?"

"Y...yeah?" Rainbow said slowly, split between eyeing the box and answering the Queen.

Celestia smiled warmly. "Would you like to discuss it?"

Rainbow shook her head. "No, Prince--I mean, Queen. I'll be fine."

"Very well then." Celestia nodded, "In the meantime, enjoy your gift. I must leave now."

Rainbow Dash furrowed her brow. "Where?" she asked, taking the present in her hooves.

"This isn't your business, Rainbow Dash."

As the rest of Rainbow's family bid farewell to the Queen, Rainbow slowly opened the gift, her eyes widening in awe at the glimmering prosthetic wing within the opened box.





For the umpteenth time, Rainbow Dash leapt off the same platform her sister did the day prior, only to be met with the return of unceremoniously flopping to the ground--again. Gritting her teeth in irritation, Rainbow glared at the prosthetic that hung limp from the wing-stump it mounted to.

"Maybe try jumping higher?" Spectral Glider called from the sidelines, "Ooh! Or flap harder like I did!"

Rainbow groaned at her sister's remarks, and unmounted the device. "It's no use," she sulked, "The thing's probably just meant to make me feel normal again, anyways."

Spectral shrugged. "I'm just trying to help you like you helped me!" she exclaimed, "I just want you to be happy!"

Rainbow sighed, and picked up the prosthetic with a hoof. "Fine," she began, "We'll try again tomorrow or something, alright?"

Before her sister could answer, a new voice caught the mare's attention.

"Hello?" the voice called distantly from the front of the house, "Anybody home?"

"Coming!" Windy Whistle's voice chimed as she opened the door, "Oh... oh my."