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// Chapter 9- When blood isn't thicker than water- Part 2 
// Story: The Last Rays Of The Sun 
// by DougtheLoremaster 
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“Twilight, you’re adopted.”
Twilight’s eyes were hooded over as Moonglow made her revelation. She sat there, betraying no emotion, in complete silence. Finally, after several awkward minutes, she spoke; her voice flat, expressionless.
“We better get back to today’s assignment.”
Reaching out her hoof, Moonglow tried to talk to her.
“Twilight-”
Her words fell on deaf ears as Twilight stood up and slowly stepped towards the pile of books. She carried on, paying no mind to Moonglow’s efforts. Her tone; empty and soulless, like her eyes.
“So a bookcase, huh?”
“Twilight-”
Not even bothering to look at the books on the floor, Twilight began throwing the books haphazardly onto the shelves, not bothering to organize or even out the spines.
Growing concerned, Moonglow’s voice took on an increasingly frantic tone.
“Twilight...?”
“Twilight?”
“Twilight!”
Twilight’s head drooped as she stood motionless, the book held by her magic, almost as if frozen in time. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, and then the silence was broken. With a guttural screech, akin to the sound of Tartarus’s gates scraping open, Twilight turned and hurled the book at Moonglow with all her might. And then another. And another still.
Moonglow stood there in shock at the outburst, as the book sailed through the air, passing right through her. The second one, slammed into her, however. And the third. And the fourth.
As a Wendigo, she could make her body as tangible and as corporeal as she desired. After the first book went through her, she saw the tears stinging Twilight’s eyes and with grim determination, Moonglow resolved to weather the storm of her anger, pain, and confusion. 
As the books flew, fast and furious, Moonglow took the full brunt of the impact, watching as Twilight slowly lost the ability to hold back her tears. As the dam broke and the tears streamed down Twilight’s face, Moonglow took blow after blow, lost in thoughts of her own.I can’t blame her for the outburst. Everything she knew was false. She’s still our daughter though. I don’t care where she came from or who she was before. we raised her, we taught her. She is our daughter, and she will know it by the time this is over. If this is what it takes, so be it.
Moonglow’s left eye twitched in annoyance as another book slammed into her muzzle. It didn’t hurt all that much, as the Wendigo had toned her very slender form for literal millennia; her physical hide easily comparable to the hardness of diamond. However, though she barely felt it, and though she welcomed her daughter getting her angst out of her system, she was still very much annoyed at the books being thrown about.
Much like her wife, Moonglow lived with a philosophy of everything has a place and not a hair out of place. Right now her compulsive urges to gather up and store the books on the shelves were rising within her. Her eyes flashed between her natural pale colorless and silver, tinged with an unearthly red glow. 
Realizing she was losing control, she desperately fought with herself to calm down to remember her breathing techniques. But it was no use, she was fighting a losing battle and slowly her ire rose more and more, with each thrown book, Moonglow’s body began to quake with silent rage. The air around her crackled with electricity and just as she reached the breaking point and was about to let loose an earthshattering roar, the books stopped flying at her.
Taking advantage of the sudden ceasing of projectiles to focus her mind, Moonglow closed her eyes and slowed her breathing to allow deeper breaths, counting them as she did so. One, Two, Three...Ten. Breathing a sigh of relief, and feeling more like her normally placid and calm self, Moonglow gave a sheepish smile. That was close. Using her own magic she lifted every thrown book at once, almost effortlessly, piling them back into the same stack as before. Luna would have completely reamed me if I destroyed the castle...Well, destroyed it again.
Able to breathe once more, Moonglow glanced at her daughter, and for the first time in thousands of years, she didn’t have a clue what to do. Twilight was standing there, with tears flowing down her face. Having run out of books to throw, she had completely broken down. And as Moonglow watched her daughter cry, her heart completely shattered. She wanted to help her, to console her, and yet she had no words.
Without a word, she walked over to and wrapped a hoof around Twilight, who tried to shove her away. Moonglow only tightened her embrace, pulling her daughter closer to her midriff and whispered to her.
“You are my daughter, Twilight.”
Twilight whimpered.
“No, I’m not. I'm not even Twilight!”
Moonglow’s eyes glowed a bright red as she furiously hugged Twilight.
“Yes, you are. You are my daughter, and my world, Twilight. I raised you. I tucked you in on those cold nights. I cooked your meals. And I taught you magic and appreciation for literature. You are my daughter, and I will personally tear any creature limb from limb for stating otherwise.”
“But if you love me so much, why didn’t you tell me?”
The question cut like a knife. Why hadn’t they simply told her? Moonglow sat on her haunches and let out a sigh of distress. Her words were a bit sorrowful as she stated.
“If only it had been that easy. We didn’t want you to feel out of place like you didn’t belong like you weren’t...one of us. From your fur color to your eye color, to your name, to your place in the family, even your mane and tail color; we only wanted you to feel like one of us.”
The words struck a chord in Twilight’s mind as her eyes grew wider and wider, still.My fur color? That filly from my vision...was it me? I have to know. I don’t want to know. But I have to know the truth! Was that me? Am I-
“Celestia?”
The single word, murmured by Twilight, was picked up by Moonglow’s keen hearing. Her mind was instantly awhirl with a storm of thoughts. Should I tell her? Is it the right time? What will happen if I do? Will she be able to handle it? 
As she stood there, silently hugging Twilight tightly, Moonglow’s calculating mind ran through every possibility of millions of outcomes and came to the conclusion that very few resulted in a negative outburst. Now is the time, there will never be a better moment. 
Glancing down at her daughter, Moonglow took a deep breath and closed her eyes, saying a prayer to the only deity she truly worshipped, for the strength she so desired for this conversation she had never wanted to have. By my Luna’s grace, may moonlight guide my heart.
Her eyes snapping open, Moonglow let go of Twilight and took a step back. Twilight, in surprise, ceased crying immediately and stared confusedly at Moonglow. As she did so, however, Moonglow’s eyes glowed with the same colorless light as in her Wendigo form. Completely in shock, Twilight flailed about as she felt her body wrapped in a magical aura and lifted into the air. That’s when she heard the voice of Moonglow reach her ears and her flailing ceased as she listened to the words being spoken.
“Long ago, an Alicorn sacrificed herself to save the world-”
The navy blue of Twilight’s fur slowly rippled, dissolving and causing Twilight to stare in disbelief as she watched her navy blue hooves became pure white, along with the rest of her fur. Still, Moonglow continued.
“From her ashes, a little filly arose, possessing long-forgotten magic.”
Twilight’s obsidian mane glowed and shimmered, shifting to a lovely bubblegum pink, soon followed by her tail. Twilight’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the pink hair dangling in front of her; her eyes shifting from artificial seafoam green to the brilliant, natural amethyst she possessed. 
“And that little filly was found by a mother and her child who had gone to visit the site, that same site from which that mother’s sister had vanished-”
Twilight, startled by everything taking place, quickly glanced at her cutie mark. What she saw though, wasn’t the stars that had been. Now a strange orb of gold and yellow graced her flank. Twilight had never seen anything like it. What is that? Though it seemed oddly familiar, she couldn’t recall where she had seen it.
“And that mother found, and with the help of her partner, adopted that filly; both determined to make sure she never felt out of place. And so they raised her as their own.”
Twilight felt her hooves slowly lowered back to the ground, and still a little startled, heard Moonglow say.
“That Alicorn’s name was Celestia, and you, my daughter, are that filly.”
Twilight stumbled, unable to focus on maintaining her balance as her mind tried desperately to absorb and understand this newfound knowledge. With a little squeak of dismay, she woozily fell to the floor of the library; Moonglow swiftly rushing to her side.
Twilight lay there stunned unable to fully understand, she now had so many questions, and staring at the strange orb of golden on her flank, only gotten so few answers. 
 She hadn’t known anything about herself. Who was she? Twilight or Celestia? Was Luna her mother or her sister? What was this strange design on her flank? Why did it feel so alien yet so familiar? Why was this kept from her? And lost in these thoughts, she was startled to see Moonglow, or was it her father, reaching out a hoof to her from above.
“I imagine you want to know why we gave you such an illusion, and why we didn’t just tell you. Well Twilight, if you come with me, your mother, Luna, will explain everything. It is time, my daughter, for you know who you really are.”