//------------------------------// // Tear Fall (Short Story) // Story: Sisters Of Fate // by BronyPolo //------------------------------// Its had been 15 blissfully long years since the girls had made first contact with Celestia and Luna, and the chapel had undergone massive changes. Celestia explained to her that this site was special, as it was the last shrine of its kind in Equestria. Twilight admired the new wall paintings Rarity had made as she entered through the main doors, faint stars that covered the right side of the entrance. Though she had painted rays of sun on the left, Twilight knew that Rarity enjoyed painting the night much more. The chapel was now more like a cathedral after a lengthly size expansion, and roof repair. Stone pillars now supported this massive decorated roof and row upon row of carved oak pews linned the once empty hall. Normaly, on a day like this, these pews would be full of hundreds of people, praying at the daily mass, but the chapel was closed from public today. Its was rare that they ever had to close, but tonight the girls needed the chapel to themselves, as ordered by Celestia and Luna. Twilight smiled at earlier memories. They were scared little children back then, not knowing what they had stumbled upon, but now they were full grown adults. They had undergone massive changes, just like their home. Twilight had just returned from a lengthly travel, and she was worn and tired, eager to get a nap before the night begun. Celestia had requested that she travel to a small farming village, somewhere off the road to Canterlot, and it was quite a journey. She had undertaken hundreds of journeys like this for her master in the past years, spreading the word of Equestria's sun goddess. "Up here Twi!" Twilight looked upward to find Rarity standing upon a massive set of scafholding, looking down on her. She had begun work on her new ceiling painting a couple of days ago, and she wore a blue work overall covered in flecks of paint. "Its so good to see you again dear!" She shouted down. She carefully made her way down a ladder, and ran Twilight into a hug. "Its been months!" Twilight smiled and returned the hug. Rarity had changed much since she'd last seen her. She had grown into quite the beautiful young woman, her shoulder length hair was an astonishing colour of purple and was well looked after. "I know. Your looking well sister." Rarity gave her a reasuring smile. "I know this is a sad ocation Twi, but its good to see you again, all the same." Twilight sighed and nodded. Before leaving the room, Twilight paid her respects to Celestia at her statue, then continued her way out the back of the main hall into the gardens. The back of the chapel was nothing but a tip when they first came here, but now it bosted an amazing array of colourful flowers and trees. Usualy most of her sisters spent their free time here, but she could only see Shy and Jack tending to crops and flowers today. "Hey girls." Twilight said, smiling. "Twi... Its good to see you again." Jack greeted Twilight, standing from her work. Jack was wearing work overalls, simular to Rarity's, covered in dirt and soil. Her hair was short and golden, but Jack clearly dident care for grooming herself, as it was equaly covered in soil from the ground, as was her face. Twilight grinned at this. "You look like youve been digging with your head sis." Jack grinned and laughed, before bringing Twilight into a hug. "H-hello Twi..." Shy stood to join them. Her locks of clean blonde hair were tied in a small pink bow, and her face was warm and smiling. "Hey Shy... Its good to see you again. Im sorry girls, but i really need to rest before..." Twilight forced herself to stop there. The three of them broke eye contact, and Shy was trying to hide that she was close to tears. "We understand sis". Jack gave her a reasuring smile and squeezed her shoulder. "Just head up to the house, your beds already made." Twilight smiled and thanked them before walking away. "Oh, and Twi..." Jack ran after her. "If you see Pinkie... Just dont be expecting a warm greet sis. Shes taken the news so hard, shes not speaking to anyone. Dash and Rarity said that Luna's tryin' her best to help her, but i dont know what she can do..." Twilight was trying to distract her mind during the walk, taking in the beautiful scenery their home now had to offer. From the gardens their new house took a small walk up a grassy hill and large trees caught and divided the suns rays across its cobbled path with their autum leaves. The old cottage and grounds had been demolished and built over, something that saddened Twilight depply, but they couldent keep their home next to the chapel after so many people began to show up and they needed to expand. Before she knew it, Twilight stood at the white wooden door which led to the kitchen. Inside, Dash sat at an old table, her face in her hands, crying heavily. When she heard someone coming, she franticly tried her best to wipe away the tears with a hankerchief. As Twilight entered, she turned her head away. "Dash! Its been so long..." Twilight could see she had been crying, her light cyan blue hair was in a mess around her shoulders, and tear drops covered the table top. "Uh- I-i gotta run sis, got a delivery to make t- to town, cant stay. Good to see you again." With that, Dash ran past Twilight and out of the door. Twilight sighed and slowly made her way upstairs, to her room. She curled up in her soft warm bed immediately, crying silently into a pillow before drifting off. She got the news whilst she was on the road, and this is the first time alone she had had to reflect on it. She needed her rest, because tonight was her fathers funeral, and the worst day of her life. "Pinkie... Please, speak to me." Pinkie sprung awake at the soft words, her head pounding. At first she wondered where she was, where was her daddy, why hadent he read her a story before bed? Then she remembered. She looked up into the beautiful night sky. It did nothing for her heart, and mearly brought back memories of her fist time here. She was so amazed back then, back when things were simple, back when her daddy was there to rescue her. All of the children had grown accustomed to traveling to Celestia and Luna's realms for when they needed to speak to their masters privatly or personaly. In the real world, they would appear to be in a deep slumber. Pinkie turned her head to face Luna once again. Luna was shocked, slightly. Never in these long years had she seen Pinkie like this. Pinkies usualy fluffy pink hair had fallan into a straight mess, and her beautiful blue eyes were no longer full of that childish joy. Pinkie mearly stared into the little girls eyes. Luna may be a diety, but she was still a child, still the same form she had chosen those millions of years ago. And, like a child, she was scared, but she refused to show it. "Pinkie... Its saddens me so much to see you like this. Please, in these years i have become your freind. You have helped me to smile in the past." It was true. Pinkie often danced around Luna's silver statue, singing and jokeing, anything she could do to try and make her smile, and it often worked. "Now let me help you. Please, speak to me..." Luna repeated. It was hopeless. Pinkie just looked at her, then to the grey dusty floor. Luna nearly gave up, when Pinkie finaly spoke. "You never answered me..." Luna frowned. "You never did tell me why you were so sad... Did you lose your daddy?" Pinkie never ceased to amaze Luna. Though she had grown into a smart and beautiful young woman, she had never managed to lose that inner child of hers. "I... Pinkie, i have never had a father. Celestia is my only family, and when im sad..." Luna stopped there. She never wanted to tell anyone of her recentment toward her sister, but it was becoming harder and harder as the girls grew up to hide it. But, like she noted earlier, Pinkie was smart. "Its her isent it? Its Celestia. She makes you sad." Pinkie looked up at Luna, her eyes were a mix of anger and sorrow. "Why?!" "Pinkie, its nothing like that..." She paused. "You have a funeral to attend Pinkie, and you know i struggle to keep you here. Join your sisters. They know what you are going through. They can help." With that, it felt like Pinkie was being pulled away, away from Luna and her night world once again. The six sisters stood in a circle, linking hands. All of them were sobbing lightly, except Pinkie. She was incredibly sad for her father, but she could shed no tears. They were muttering prayers and hyms out in the garden, the soft melody of their voices spreading across the grounds. They had buried their father beneath them, and a small marble grave marked the spot, illuminated in moonlight. Eched on its surface it mearly stated, as he requested before his death, "Loving father of the six most beautiful little girls in the world". As they cried and sobbed, rain started falling heavily around them. Luna was crying with them.