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// One thousand 
// Story: One thousand 
// by TwiwnB 
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The huge window was completely open, revealing the beautiful and peaceful night that Celestia had contributed to create. She was watching the stars shining far away in the immensity of the sky, burning and calling, but always as inaccessible just as if there had been bars at the window.
Celestia sighed like she had every evening for a thousand years, after the disappearance of the sun would have revealed the big cosmos above her. Celestia loved the cosmos. Just looking at the constellations, she could feel the space all around, touch its freedom and smell its breathtaking scents in an intoxication she always blamed herself to enjoy.

The grasp of reality took her back in her room, before the open windows she had to close to go and get some rest for her next day when, in the morning, she would have to raise the sun once more.
She was waiting for it. In a thousand years that her sister was gone, there hadn’t been one morning when she wouldn’t be there, on time, to take the big ball of light and heat high in the sky. From all her duties as a princess, raising the sun was the only moment she didn’t despise. Her vacation in some way: a handful of seconds when she would be by herself, caring only about herself, alone and loose from all obligations but her own desires.

Nonetheless, Luna was back. And even without her sister, the ponies had proven themselves capable of taking care of that particular task. She smiled to forget that it had been proposed to her to let go of the sun to have more time for her other duties. She was the royal princess: they would try and help her in any possible way.
If something had always proved itself true, it was the ponies’ loyalty. Their relation as servant and master had been the most harmonious one, as neither one nor the other had ever tried to rebel against the other.

Not that she would have minded that much. But she had made a promise, she had changed and she couldn’t come back on her decision. She was their princess, she couldn’t abandon them. She wouldn’t be able to bear her own existence if she did.

There was one honorable way out. Not the best one, not one she would particularly enjoy, but still a way out.
And she was willing to try it, again.

She called the two pegasii that she knew were standing guard before her door. They entered immediately, ready to serve with all they had, body, life and soul.

“How can we be of help?” they asked.

“What do you think of me?” asked Celestia in return.

Both pegasii stayed silent for a moment. But the oldest of them, who was also the bravest, answered:

“I think you’re the kindest most caring and best ruler Equestria could have ever hoped for. I think you’re worth more that the sun that you handle for our sake and more than me. I think you’re worth dedicating and, if necessary, sacrificing my own life.”

Celestia looked at the guard and couldn’t hide how moved she was by such an honest gesture of love and confidence.
Which she would have, and she was already regretting it, to betray.

“I’m not the one you described. I called for you to confess a crime.” replied Celestia, startling the two guards. “In fact several crimes.”

The pegasii watched each other, not knowing how to react.

“I’ve murdered ponies. Several of them. It was a long time before you were even born, but the fact is I did it. I plead guilty and will accept the sentence of the justice.”

The guards kept their heads down and didn’t respond.

“Aren’t you going to arrest me?” asked Celestia with a little plea in her voice.

The guards stayed still. They felt the princess was serious, but didn’t want to hear. They didn’t want to know who, when or why. 
Finally, the oldest one replied with a deep and terrifying conviction:

“No.” and he added: “I won’t arrest you, whatever crimes you may have committed.”

The princess looked at the determination in the guard eyes.

“Do you have any children?” she asked.

He had two.

“Consider that I’ve killed foals and fillies just like your children.”

He lowered his eyes. But his answer stayed the same. He refused to arrest the princess.

“Guard, you’ve sworn to obey my orders. I order you to arrest me!” told him Celestia with her most imperial tone.

She scared the old guard, and he was clearly fighting himself over the situation. But still, he managed to say, with a very clear and assured voice:

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I refuse. I’ll be dead before anypony lays a hoof on you.”

Celestia turned to the other guard.

“And you? Are you going to ignore my order too?” she asked.

The poor guard kept his head down and replied:

“I’m sorry. I can’t follow that order.”

Celestia silently observed the two pegasii and finally told them:
“That will be all.”

They couldn’t have missed the bitterness in her voice. But they both said, at the same time, with the same degree of devotion, and before they left:

“Thank you, your majesty.”

Celestia looked at the window one last time. She could see the nonexistent bars hiding the stars outside. She was still their princess: they weren’t ready. She had to keep on with her work, the same from the last thousand years, and one thousands before that, and keep on even if it had to take another thousand years.
At least she wouldn’t be alone for those.

And as she closed her eyes to get her rest, she felt, running on her cheek, the thousandth tear in a thousand years.

THE END