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// Upon the Throne 
// Story: Beyond Blind Eyes 
// by Lunaric 
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She shuffled the ledger on the desk in front of her. She looked up at the roof of her office and put her quill into its inkpot. Retracing a path her eyes had paced an uncountable times. Mahogany. Has been so long that I can't even remember who chose it. After finishing following the track, she looked down at the pile of papers on her desk.

She closed her eyes.

Three in the afternoon; One break before it starts.

The white pony opened her eyes and stood up on the carpet. Walking out of the door, she paused and looked back. What I wouldn't do for some help...

The white pony continued out of her office. Slender horseshoes met marble and clacks reverberated through the air, echoing. Her face developed a slight frown. One nopony could see, but she could feel.

The clacking slowed her not, walking through the massive hallways. She took a left, then a right, then another right. Legs on autopilot, her mind was beyond the clouds. And soon, the clouds could be seen.

Arriving at a too-familiar hallway, she looked out at the clouds through stained glass windows. Taller than even her, they were beautiful, and let in a myriad of colours into the dead hallway. But they were not her focus.

She stared at the clouds through coloured glass. For a minute. For two. For five. For ten. She stared. The room began to heat and she closed her eyes. She breathed in deeply once and breathed it all out. She opened her eyes and looked downwards. The city greeted her eyes in all of its white blinding glory. Her eyes meandered through streets and across roofs.

It was an old sight, even for her, but her eyes lingered on a building. Closer than most, the brown wooden building made her ever-present invisible frown reverse. The building had a large courtyard in front, with a few colourful shapes moving and bouncing about. There was a large park nearby with a few more of the colourful blobs vibrating.

Her smile became noticeable.

Her eyes continued on and made one last stop. A large marble and gold building with multiple floors, and a grand presentation.

Her smile got bigger.

She lingered at the last building, before closing her eyes. It's time. Her smile began to erode.

Opening her eyes, she begrudgingly set off into the white halls. She passed by familiar paintings after familiar paintings, with the occasional, not-so-flavourful, set of display armour. 

She arrived at a Massive door. Larger than even the rest of the monolithic doors found in the halls.

She stared at it as the vestiges of her smile evaporated.

She pushed the doors open with her magic and walked inside. She walked forward. She walked forward up the stairs. She walked forward to the dias. She turned around and sat down.

She closed her eyes as she sat. Her horn lit up and she cast a spell by instinct alone.

She opened her eyes.

"Open the doors!"

Celestia was a busy pony.