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// A New Dawn 
// Story: Chronicles 
// by Whiles34 
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The unicorns had been the first, Celestia mused silently to herself regarding the benighted landscape.  They refined their magic to the point where they could command the sun itself.  From what she had been told by the oldest ponies, the sun had looked different in the days before Discord.  Its appearance was influenced by the magic used to draw it forth, and the spells the unicorns used to propel the sun across the sky colored it a brilliant blue-white. 

I wonder what color it will shine for me?  While the unicorns taught her the spells necessary to bring the day, Celestia was an alicorn.  Her magic was at once more powerful and infinitely subtler than anything the unicorns could conjure.  Celestia recited the steps in her head.

Let’s begin.  First, paint the sky.  As Celestia cast her spell, she felt the distinct sensation of being an artist drawing a brush across canvas.  The darkened sky changed, first into a deep violet and then lightening into a ruby red.

Not quite the color I remember.  Celestia recalled what the sun looked like during Discord’s reign.  Usually, it changed colors several times each day.  Other times, it took on several colors at once, bathing the landscape in eerie and unnatural hues.  Only very rarely was Discord’s sun constant for more than a few minutes.  The final day of the Chaos Tyrant’s reign had been one of the constant days: the sun shone with a dull red light all day, seemingly portending the fall of its abuser.

Next, bring forth the sun.  As Celestia continued casting, the sky continued its procession of colors.  The red lightened into fiery orange, then a pale yellow, then a light green.  Suddenly the alicorn felt a new sensation, akin to drawing a bow across a stringed instrument.  The solar disc began to peek out over the horizon.  It shone with a fiery orange light that changed to a deep gold as the star continued to ascend.

Lastly, raise it up for all to see.  Like raising a glass, the alicorn lifted the sun further into the sky until it reached the point where it would continue across the sky on its own.  Celestia smiled; her sun was a striking gold-white.  Finishing the spell, she regarded the landscape lit for the very first time since Discord’s fall.  The First Princess of Equestria turned back towards the city that would be Canterlot.

Let the rising of this sun mark the beginning of Equestria’s greatest age.