//------------------------------// // 136 // Story: Supernova // by Incredible_E //------------------------------// "We need to remake the amulet you used last time," Twilight said, expecting Celestia to answer with confidence. Celestia had to think for a moment before showing a face that Twilight did not want to see. "Please tell me you remember . . ." Twilight asked beggingly. "I—I don't remember. It was so long ago. All I can remember is that it requires inferno crystals." "How can you forget that!" Twilight shouted in despair. "It is hard retaining everything you have done and experienced over a thousand years! You will know that someday, but you might forget before then." With Celestia ending that piece of dialogue with sarcasm, Twilight tried to improvise. "What held the inferno crystals together? Silver? Gold?" Celestia thought about it for a moment, "Gold sounds correct." "But there is nothing in there yet that would direct it to the sun. Hmmm," Twilight pondered over what gemstones she knew and what they did to alter magic. Then the lightbulb clicked on when she knew the solution. "Amethyst! Amethysts most easily direct where magic flows." "I believe the inferno crystals do that, but more specifically, directing the spells at the sun." "That doesn't sound completely right. Inferno crystals improve the spell's ability to withstand counterspells and natural resistance like heat. It's okay, Princess. As you said, it has been five hundred years." Since Celestia did not have full confidence in her own answer, she let that comment slide, but not without a slight look of disdain. Twilight continued, "Okay, so we need inferno crystal, gold, and amethyst." "There are inferno crystals in the heating room and we can use my chest piece for the other two." "Are you sure you want to use that?" "I would much rather sacrifice these jewelry pieces than the existence of this planet." "Heheh . . . Good point. Do you remember what it looked like? Can you assemble it?" Celestia could not collect the energy to answer. Twilight panicked as Celestia began to drift in and out of consciousness. "Luna, help her!" "I am doing all I can!" "This—temperature regulation bubble is impossible . . . to maintain. I am not sure how much—longer—I can keep it up." "Don't worry, Celestia. Let's . . ." The sun became too much for Celestia to bare any longer. Her horn suddenly stopped producing magic, disabling the protection around Canterlot. Frantically, she tried anything to get it working again. Canterlot imploded from the cave-in of solar heat and allowed the sun to reign supreme.