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// Letting Go 
// Story: Queen Galaxia's filly and other little pony tails 
// by abrony-mouse 
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Celestia gazes round the Castle of the Alicorns, the castle of their  mother, not as it is now - a ruin of a ruin - but as it was then.

A sick feeling of dread builds as she climbs the steps  to her mother's room. Luna is beside her, but she is silent, sullen,  angry.

Next, they are in the room. Celestia sees it lying there. Celestia can't bear to look at the body. Instead her eyes are fixed on the familiar floor of her mother's room, across which Galaxia's long mane spreads. 

"She can't!" Celestia hears Luna shout, her voice cracking, "Sister! She... can't." 

Celestia clutches her sister's taut frame to her. "Let her go, my sister. It is time." she intones, just as her mother told her to. 
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Celestia shudders back to reality. The little Purple unicorn filly had sparked the reverie by asking about her mother. 

Celestia hesitates before giving a response, still upset from the waking dream. She blinks back a tear, and steadies herself. "Every road comes to an end little one. Everypony is on a journey and when that journey ends they rest."

The purple filly looks at her, closed, uncertain, for all the world as  her sister did all those ages ago when she had said the same thing.