//------------------------------// // May All Your Hearth's Warmings Be White // Story: Beneath the Winter Moon // by Serina //------------------------------// The snow fell gently upon Canterlot, blanketing the city in a soft, white layer. The air was filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, and the sound of laughter and caroling echoed through the streets. Canterlot Castle, however, stood silent and solemn against the winter night. Inside the grand halls, Princess Celestia walked through the decorated corridors, her wings slightly drooping as she felt the weight of the season settle upon her. The joyous festivities of Hearth's Warming Eve seemed to mock her, as she couldn't shake the absence of her dear sister, Luna. The decorated trees and twinkling lights adorned the castle, but there was a void in the celebration. Luna's banishment to the moon had left Celestia with an emptiness that not even the most festive decorations could fill. As she strolled through the palace, the echoes of laughter from the past haunted her every step. The royal library, once a place of shared stories and laughter, felt particularly desolate. Celestia traced her hoof along the spines of old books, each holding memories of Hearth's Warming Eves long gone. She selected a dusty tome, its cover adorned with faded illustrations of two alicorns laughing under a starlit sky. Settling into a cushioned chair, she opened the book and let the memories flood her mind. "Do you remember this, Luna?" Celestia whispered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room as she looked out the window at the night sky. "The first Hearth's Warming Eve we celebrated as rulers of Equestria." The pages unfolded tales of laughter and warmth, of Luna's infectious joy, and the shared moments that had once defined the holiday for the royal sisters. A tear slipped from Celestia's eye as she recalled the traditions they had upheld together—the magical snowflakes that adorned the palace walls, the harmonious carols sung in the grand hall, and the exchange of heartfelt gifts. Celestia chuckled softly at the memory of Starswirl scolding the two fillies for transforming all the guards' weapons into candy canes.  As she turned the pages, Celestia's heart ached with the memory of Luna's laughter, the twinkle in her eyes, and the warmth of their sisterly bond. The images seemed to come alive in the flickering candlelight, casting shadows that danced like memories on the walls. The clock in the corner chimed softly, a reminder of the passage of time. Celestia closed the book, holding it to her chest as if embracing a piece of the past. A sigh escaped her lips as she rose from the chair, the weight of loneliness settling in her chest. Venturing to the balcony overlooking the snowy courtyard, Celestia gazed at the moonlit sky. Luna's celestial presence was missing, and the emptiness seemed to stretch beyond the castle walls. A single tear traced its way down Celestia's cheek as she spoke to the night. "Oh, Luna, my dear sister. How I miss your light on this special night. The castle is alive with joy, yet my heart aches for the warmth of your company.” Her voice caught in her throat, “I d-didn’t know this would be the outcome using the elements. The realm is safe but… the cost was too high." The cold wind carried Celestia's words away, but there was no reply from the silent night. The moon hung in the sky, distant and unresponsive. With a heavy heart, Celestia retreated from the balcony, the snow falling now heavily outside. The princess descended the staircase, her thoughts trailing back to Hearth's Warming Eves that once held the magic of shared love and laughter. As she entered the grand hall, Celestia was met with the sight of a beautifully decorated tree, adorned with ornaments that sparkled in the candlelight. The hearth crackled with warmth, yet the festive atmosphere felt hollow. She approached the tree, a delicate snowflake ornament catching her eye. It was a reminder of the enchanting spells she and Luna used to cast together to bring the decorations to life. "Remember when we used to spend hours checking each snowflake for perfection, Luna?" Celestia mused, her voice soft as she touched the delicate ornament. "The joy we found in creating something beautiful together and awarding the pegasi with the most beautiful snowflake." A sense of nostalgia washed over Celestia as she recalled the shared laughter, the glow of the fireplace, and the genuine happiness that permeated the castle during those times. The memory of Luna's infectious excitement lingered in the air. With a heavy sigh, Celestia continued her journey through the castle, passing by the portraits that adorned the walls. Each image captured a moment frozen in time, a snapshot of the life they once shared. She stopped in front of a particular portrait, one that depicted Luna with a mischievous grin, a crown of winter berries adorning her flowing mane. "Why did the shadows claim you and tear us apart?" Celestia whispered to the painted image, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "The night may have needed you, but Equestria and my heart ache for your return." As she arrived at her private chambers, Celestia found herself drawn to a small, ornate chest tucked away in a corner. Opening it, she revealed a collection of trinkets and mementos from past Hearth's Warming Eves. Each item held a story—a memory of a time when the sisters reveled in the magic of the season together. A delicate snow globe captured a miniature scene of Luna and Celestia laughing amid a snowy landscape. A gift from the Crystal Empire before their disappearance. Celestia's hoof traced the glass, the memories of that particular Hearth's Warming Eve flooding her mind. The castle seemed to sigh with her, its grandeur diminished by the absence of Luna's radiant spirit. The festive decorations and cheerful melodies of Hearth's Warming Eve outside the castle walls felt like distant echoes, unable to breach the somber atmosphere within. The distant echoes of laughter and joy outside the castle walls grew quieter, drowned out by the rising wind that carried with it a flurry of snow. The festive decorations that once adorned Canterlot were now nearly invisible, obscured by the thickening blizzard that enveloped the city. As the wind howled through the towering spires of the castle, the air itself seemed to carry the weight of Princess Celestia's grief. Alone in her chambers, Celestia continued to gaze upon the mementos of Hearth's Warming Eves gone by. The flickering candlelight fading. The chest of treasures seemed to resonate with the melancholy that permeated the room. As Celestia traced the outline of Luna's crown in the snow globe, the castle itself seemed to grow silent. The grandeur that once defined Canterlot was now dimmed. The somber atmosphere clung to the air like a heavy mist, insulating the sorrow within. Amidst the silence, a sudden banging at the door pierced through the quiet. Celestia turned her attention to the entrance, and with a soft creak, the door opened to reveal a royal guard, his armor dusted with snow. "Princess Celestia," he panted, a sense of urgency in his voice, "you must come quickly. The storm outside is turning into a blizzard, and there's wailing echoing throughout the city." A frown creased Celestia's brow as she rose from her chair. The winds outside intensified, their mournful howls joining the chorus of despair that now filled the air. "What is happening, guard? Why is there wailing in the streets?" Celestia inquired, her concern deepening. The guard hesitated before responding, "We do not know, Princess.” Celestia opened her window as the chilled wind filled the room she looked outside to see ghostly figures overhead. She gasped. “Windigos!” A chill ran down Celestia's spine. The legends of windigos, icy spirits that thrived on disharmony and despair, echoed in her mind. Luna and she had faced them before, united against the common threat. Now, alone, Celestia felt a twinge of vulnerability. "Lead the way," she commanded, her regal demeanor returning. As she followed the guard through the darkened corridors, the howling wind outside seemed to grow louder, its mournful cry joining the wailing that echoed through the castle. As they stepped into the snowy courtyard, Celestia was met with a scene of chaos. The blizzard raged with an unnatural ferocity, and the once festive atmosphere had transformed into an icy abyss. The wailing, now more pronounced, filled the air with an eerie lament. In the midst of the storm, shadowy figures danced with the swirling snowflakes. The windigos, embodiments of cold and despair, circled above, their icy forms casting an otherworldly glow. Celestia's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation—her own grief had unwittingly summoned these malevolent beings. The guard pointed toward the sky where a rainbow aura from the unicorn guards were trying to contain the creatures. "They're growing stronger, Princess. We can't hold them back much longer." Determination flashed in Celestia's eyes. "I will not let these creatures endanger Equestria. Stand back." Her horn glowed with a brilliant light as she focused her magic. The air crackled with energy as Celestia summoned a shield of warmth, pushing back against the biting cold of the windigos. The castle courtyard became a battleground between the forces of warmth and the icy specters that sought to engulf it. The wailing outside reached a fevered pitch, the discordant melody of the windigos resonating with the despair that Celestia held within. The storm intensified, and the princess felt the weight of her own sadness pressing down upon her. "I must protect my subjects," she whispered to herself, drawing strength from the thought of shielding the ponies she loved. Despite her efforts, the windigos pressed on, their frigid breath seeping through the cracks in Celestia's magical barrier. She could feel her strength waning, not just from the physical strain of holding back the storm but from the emotional toll of confronting the memories of Hearth's Warming Eves without Luna. As she struggled, a distant memory surfaced—the laughter of Luna, the warmth of their shared moments, and the love that bound them as sisters. Celestia clenched her teeth, drawing on the resilience that had seen them through countless challenges before Luna's banishment. "I cannot let the darkness win," she declared, her voice cutting through the storm. "For Luna, for Equestria,” She stomped her hooves in the snow, “I will stand strong!" With renewed determination, Celestia's magic flared brighter. The shield of warmth expanded, repelling the windigos with a force that pushed them back. The wailing diminished, replaced by the sound of the howling blizzard retreating into the distance. As the storm subsided, the castle courtyard fell silent. The once ferocious windigos now retreated, their spectral forms dissolving into the night. Celestia's chest heaved with exhaustion, but a sense of accomplishment filled her. The courtyard was still, the air calm, and the wailing replaced by a serene quiet. The guard approached, his eyes wide with awe and gratitude. "Princess Celestia, you saved us. Are you harmed?" Celestia smiled wearily, her gaze turning back to the castle. "No, I am alright. Take care of each other, my little ponies. Check on the townsponies." As the guard hurriedly spread the word of Celestia's victory and her new orders, the princess made her way back into the castle. The grand halls, once a testament to sorrow, now felt lighter. The storm outside had receded, leaving behind a blanket of freshly fallen snow that sparkled in the moonlight. Alone once more, Celestia ascended the staircase to the balcony overlooking the city, her hooves dripping as the snow melted from her fur. The stars blinked overhead on the balcony, and the moon hung in the sky, a distant but comforting presence. Celestia's gaze lingered on Luna's celestial domain, and a soft smile played on her lips. "Happy Hearth's Warming, Luna," she whispered, the words carrying across the quiet night. "One day, we will celebrate together again." As Celestia stood on the balcony, the castle behind her echoed with the sounds of distant laughter and merriment. The citizens of Canterlot began once again their celebrations. In the midst of the joy, Princess Celestia found solace, knowing that she had not only protected her subjects but had also drawn strength from the love she held for her sister and the hope of a future where they could celebrate together once more.