Chapter 2: Bonds
As always, Big Macintosh’s day began with washing up, getting a hearty breakfast with his family, and then heading out to the fields to continue upkeep of the famous apple trees his family grew, known far and wide to be the juiciest, most nutritious, and healthiest fruit of its kind anywhere in the area. He remembered that his father had once instilled within him the moral value that a man should only take pride in that which he has worked hard for...everything else is a gift. Well, it was for that reason alone that the current head of Sweet Apple Acres allowed himself a proud smile as he looked over the vast orchards that held the beloved fruit-bearing trees he and his sister worked so hard to grow and nurture.
The only thing that somewhat dampened his mood was the thought of what importance today had for he and Applejack.
It had been nearly a week since the brawl in town, and luckily with the prestige his family commanded throughout the town that his great-grandparents had founded held strong, allowing he and his sister to get off with a modest fine and little more than a slap on the wrists. Though that day was on his mind, it was merely used as a measure of time for him...for he knew that today he would have to brave a storm that was hovering close by, at Ponyville General.
He had to go with AJ to visit Twilight.
He always found it strange that magically-talented people like Twilight Sparkle were known as the Inferiorem; he believed that a term with the base “inferior” in it didn’t do the people justice. Born under often mysterious circumstances and almost exclusively from others of their kind, the Inferiorem were known as the “bells and whistles” of their society. The strange, enigmatic energy known as magic was the basis for their entire world. Appliances ran off of it, medical work was done with it, and somehow, the Two Sisters controlled the passing of days with it.
To put it simply, the Inferiorem were very important people. Oftentimes they were politicians or some sort of societal leaders, using their inborn abilities to bring peace and goodwill to the masses...most of the time. No one was perfect, after all, and sometimes the pride they often held for these abilities could go to their head, but overall it was for the greater good.
Twilight, however, was an exception.
Save for the two princesses that ruled over them, all knew that the young woman was unequivocally the most powerful of her kind. She was very humble, taking great care to never boast about her abilities, but was more than ready to lend her aid when it was needed. It was unknown whether her place as the Element of Magic contributed to her vast power, but none could deny she was the best representation of the Element she held. This was proven by her act of single-handedly decimating a swarm of invading changelings by using previously unheard-of magic to open a portal to the Nether itself, saving her home and friends.
It was not without cost, however.
Magical feedback from the Nether itself retaliated, sending her into a deep coma. Studies done by some of the foremost magical practitioners in the world revealed that she had extended her power too far, abusing her connection with the arcane energies she had taken for granted. The experts had come to the conclusion that such a grievous error had cost her greatly, and just like a wild animal that has been encroached upon, it “bit” her.
What they referred to as a “bite” however, was more like a “make-nearly-dead”.
For the first week of Twilight’s slumber, her pulse never rose above 30bpm. The doctors didn’t understand it, stating that she should be dead. Applejack and the young woman’s other friends weren’t complaining of course. As time passed, slowly but surely, she became stronger. Her vast stores of magic actively worked to heal and strengthen her body, actually making her stronger than before. It had been almost four months since the first day, and yet unlike all other coma patients, Twilight did not weaken. It was that very thing that kept hope alive in the hearts of her friends and family.
The princesses were common visitors to the hospital of the quaint town, or at least as common as could be for two busy rulers. Nonetheless, the arrival of either princess no longer caused the entire staff to drop what they were doing and fawn over them, as was common in the city of Canterlot. As time rolled on, the nurses and medical practitioners settled for giving little more than a slight, standing bow or a nod of the head to their rulers, the solar princess herself having made it clear that such formalities were not necessary every time. And so it became commonplace for the princesses to visit the slumbering young woman, oftentimes with no announcement. After all, all the planning in the world could not account for free time, and so the princesses simply visited whenever they had the time.
It was by the token that Big Macintosh came to know his rulers as more than princesses.
Big Macintosh had been intimate with Twilight in the past, and he had loved her romantically. While that degree of love was no longer burning bright, he still cared for her a great deal. At least once a week, he would spend time in the hospital, watching over the comatose girl as he held her hand softly, or even talking to her. He had heard once that even the comatose patients could hear to some degree in their unwanted rest, so he made it a point to speak of things both past and present.
It was during one of the Apple’s visits that he was graced with the company of the princess of the night herself, Luna Duskwing. It had been after the rulers made it clear they wished for everyone to stop bowing to them, so he had done no such thing, merely nodding in acknowledgement of his better.
Flashback: 22 April 6442, 21:08
The night princess stepped into the room, her shorter and lithe form seemingly going unnoticed by the farmhand. His years of fieldwork, however, had sharpened his perception, and he knew she had entered the room as soon as he heard the door close. The poise of a goddess was unmistakable, even to him. Graceful, yet commanding. Gentle, yet unfathomably powerful.
“Evenin’, princess.” he greeted, respectfully but casually. He then raised his eyes to meet the blue-haired, pale-skinned goddess with a smile. “Ah’m sure Twi’s happy ya came.”
The steward of the night nodded with a kind smile. “It is kind of you to say so...Large Macintosh Apple, if We art correct?”
He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as he corrected, “That’s Big Macintosh, yer majesty...but close enough.”
A faint dusting of an embarrassed pink dusted her cheeks, but she smiled nonetheless. “Apologies.”
The ocher-haired man shook his head with a soft wave of his hand. “No problem, princess.”
The elegant goddess made her way to the bedside opposite him, her obsidian sandals making nearly no sound. Upon arriving at the side of the resting Twilight, she frowned ever so slightly. “How is she?”
Big Macintosh closed the book he was reading and stood as well, noting that he was nearly a foot taller than his princess. He looked over the sleeping form of his former lover, and sighed. “She’s alright Ah guess. Doctors say they don’ know why she ain’t dead from what she did.” He then shook his head with a soft smile as he caressed her cheek fondly. “Ah ain’t never known ‘a her ta quit anythin’ though. Ah reckon she’s gonna be just fine.” He then sighed as his mood dropped a bit. “Ain’t no way ta know how long it’s gonna take though.”
“Thou loves her.” the princess observed.
“Ah did, some time ago.” he replied in a sombre tone. “Ah still care for her though...jus’ not in a courtin’ kinda way.”
“We...We do not understand. We sense a great deal of love from thee.” she mused softly.
He chuckled as he kept his gaze locked on the woman in the bed. “There’s a lotta different kinds ‘a love, princess. People nowadays would say ‘Ah love her, but Ah’m not in love with her’.”
He had never understood the saying of referring to someone’s voice as “music to the ears”, but when the princess giggled, he understood. It was a repressed laugh, but to him it was still one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard. Her soft, gentle titters tickled his ear drums and warmed his heart, and it was at that moment that he knew more than anything that everything would be alright.
After a few moments of chortles from the night princess, she finally composed herself and nodded. “Yes, We have heard that adage before. We fear it is even older than We are. It is rather entertaining to know it has made such a comeback.”
Big Macintosh scratched his chin, noting absentmindedly that he needed to shave. “Well, guess Ah learned somethin’ new today.”
The princess smiled warmly and nodded. “Indeed.” She then daintily extended her hand towards him. “Apologies...We have forgotten to properly introduce Ourself. We are Luna Duskwing, crowned princess of the night, moon, and the stars.”
He smiled and firmly took it in his own, taking care not to crush her smaller hand in his grip. “Well Ah’m Big Macintosh...folks ‘round here jus’ call me Big Mac.”
The princess released his hand and shuffled a little nervously. “Again, We must apologize...We have not been completely honest with you.” She looked up to meet his shining emerald eyes as she sighed and closed her eyes, unable to look at him anymore. “We know exactly who you are, Big Macintosh Apple. Twilight has spoken at great length about you, both romantically and otherwise. You mean a great deal to her.”
I raised his eyebrow as he asked, “Ah ain’t mad, but why all tha trickin’?”
The stoic farmhand noticed as a faint pink coloring showed upon the goddess’ cheeks. “W-well, We wished to spark a conversation with you, and this seemed easiest to do if We pretended not to know who you are.”
“Y’all wanna get to know me?” he spoke in an unconvinced tone. The princess nodded shyly, and he sighed. “If tha’s what y’all wanted, ya don’ need ta fret none. Ah ain’t gonna bite. One thing though...”
She opened her eyes and caught his again, which seemed to be glowing in the fluorescent light of the room. “Yes?”
“Ya don’ need ta talk all proper-like with me.” he replied with a small smile. “Twi told me ya only do that when yer nervous...well, ya don’ need ta be nervous ‘round me.”
The moon goddess looked at her friend in the bed, taking in the soft features of the slumbering woman. “She speaks of me?”
He smiled when he noticed she’d dropped the whole “We” thing. “Eeyup. She considers y’all a big sister...ya mean tha world ta that girl.”
The magical cyan eyes of the princess locked onto the farmer’s, and she smiled warmly. “It is kind of you to say so.”
He shrugged. “It’s tha truth. Only person she talks about more than you is yer sister.”
The smile on her face brightened just a bit as a single chuckle escaped her lips. “Yes. I remember a few years ago, a rumor erupted throughout Canterlot, claiming Tia and dear Twilight were...involved.”
Not worrying about the girl in the bed waking, Big Macintosh let out a deep, resounding chuckle at this, reminiscing about that specific incident. It was made even more entertaining by the fact that he and Twilight had been an item at the time, and even more so by how the young infie had taken it. It went without saying that she had reacted rather explosively upon hearing that she was rumored to be intimate with the solar princess, someone she considered her mother.
Flashback End
Twilight never knew who her real parents were, and from a young age she had been passed from orphanage to orphanage...until the princess of the Crystal Empire, Mi Amore Cadenza (more commonly known simply as “Cadence”), took an interest in her. Being the heralded “Princess of Love”, she took it upon herself to raise the young child within the confines of the Celestial Palace. Her close friend, Shining Armor, also took a liking to the child, and before long, he and the child considered each other siblings.
Over time, Celestia, steward of the sun and the day, began to take notice of the unknown girl often found beside her niece, Cadence. Her niece’s pink, violet, and cream-colored hair was a stark contrast to the young girl’s dark indigo, but that was not what made the unknown young female stand out the most. No...what caught the eye of the solar goddess was the girl’s sharp eyes, which analyzed everything around her, all of the time. She constantly asked questions about anything and everything, her thirst for knowledge truly having no bounds.
But what caused Celestia to take a personal interest was a fateful day at her school for the gifted.
Contrary to popular belief, Celestia’s School for the Gifted was not a school exclusive to the Inferiorem. Instead, it was a school meant to be for any exemplary students, though because the magically-gifted people usually spent more time working their minds than others, they tended to be the majority. However, the largely-snooty inferiorem people of Canterlot gained a massive ego boost when Twilight Sparkle was frightened into accidentally releasing her power during her entrance exam. Her fluctuation of power summoned a being from myth and legend ‒ a draconic familiar. Such a feat was beyond the power of most who lived in the world, with the exception of the princesses themselves.
It was this event that brought the solar princess’ attention to her.
The princess was vastly impressed by the raw power of one so young, and personally took the girl under her wing to train and teach. What simply began as grooming a powerful young woman quickly became something else though.
As far as Celestia knew, there were no others of her kind, save for her sister. Not even the two goddesses knew where they came from, or how they came to be. What was clear, however, was that they were the fusion of all three races, taking the strength of the humans, the flight capabilities of the alatum, and the magic of the inferiorem. One thing both of the princesses realized early on was that they never aged past a certain point. It could not be said if they were truly immortal, but it had begun to seem that way.
Though she would never admit it, Celestia held envy for her subjects on a few accounts...one of which was procreation. Though anatomically similar to the subjects she ruled over, she could not bear children normally. And so, when she found the young Twilight Sparkle in need of guidance, she immediately stepped in.
A daughter of her own...perhaps not in title, but in her heart.
It was because of this deep bond that Big Mac had come to know his rulers as more than their title. To him, they were no longer mere princesses to him...they were friends. From that first day meeting with Luna, he began to see more and more of both her and her sister as he patiently waited with the rest of those concerned for Twilight to awaken. True that perhaps it was a friendship sprouted from pain and heartache, but it was a strong one nonetheless. The bond he shared with his princesses was forged in the fires of mutual care and understanding for Twilight, and it had given them all the strength to continue on with their heads held high.
Thankfully for the humble farmer, his legs had taken him to his destination, even though he had been deep in thought...Ponyville General. Every time he saw the name of the town or the hospital, he couldn’t help but have an offhanded thought that “Ponyville” was a rather strange name for a town of humans.
Curious.
He shook the thought away though, realizing that it was a rather unimportant mystery.
“Y’all alright Mac?” his blonde-haired sister asked worriedly.
He turned his eyes to look fondly at her and nodded. “Ah’m good. Jus’ rememberin’ things.”
She eyed him curiously for a moment before shrugging and turning back to the building that was now looming in front of them. Without breaking stride, she sighed and questioned, “Ya ready?”
He knew well enough that she was saying that more for her than for him. Big Mac tended to have more faith and hope than his sister did, while she would rarely believe anything that didn’t have concrete evidence of truth. Many people thought it was because she was chosen to be the Element of Honesty, but Big Mac knew differently.
She’d been like that long before she became an Element bearer.
Of course, he knew her pride prevented her from ever admitting it was she that was nervous about the visit, and he also knew that it would be fruitless to try and convince her that she was the one that was nervous. So, as he always did, he simply nodded and muttered, “Eeyup.”
The cowboy hat-wearing farmgirl nodded with a faint smile. “Alright then...le’s go.”
Having been in this specific hospital innumerable times, he knew his way around as if he lived there. As Big Mac walked through the halls with his sister, he recognized the different landmarks: the nurses’ station that had several familiar nurses milling about in it, the defibrillator cart that saved lives, and even the lonely old EKG machine that...
Wait...where was the EKG machine?
Suddenly, the entire hospital jolted, as if the ground itself had shifted.
“Coming through!” shouted a loud female voice from behind the pair, and both jumped away from each other as a pink-haired woman with a nurse’s cap on rushed past...with the familiar machine that had been missing.
Both siblings looked worriedly at each other before quickening their pace towards Twilight’s room.
As the two of them rounded the last corner that led to the wing that held their friend’s room, another jolt to the hospital hit, this one strong enough to nearly knock the two Apple siblings off their feet, and when they rested their eyes on the room ahead of them, they saw not only a plethora of hospital staff gathered, but also both of the princesses.
Something had to be wrong.
“Princess Luna!” called Big Mac, immediately garnering the attention of the lunar goddess.
The younger princess’ large indigo wings flared in surprise, but as she turned around to meet the voice, she smiled softly as she saw who was approaching. “Ah. Mac, it is so good to see you again.” Another small shudder of the building caused her to drop the smile though. “However, I believe now is not the best time for pleasantries.”
For the sake of the other people nearby, Applejack offered a short bow before asking, “What’s goin’ on? Why’s tha building shakin’?”
Worry became very clear in the face of the night princess, and though she said nothing, it was clear the elder, Celestia, was worried as well.
“Twilight’s magic has awakened.” the solar princess answered, flicking her multicolored cyan, teal, lavender, and magenta hair out of her eyes. “She, however, has not. Without her control to reign it in, her power is threatening to tear the world asunder. It appears she is much more powerful than any of us believed.”
“Well, why aren’t ya helpin’ then?” AJ asked curiously, her worry making her completely ignore the scathing tone to her question. “Can’t y’all do somethin’ ta stop it?”
Thankfully, the bond that the two humans held with the princess allowed her to overlook the concerned question, and instead she sighed in defeat. “We cannot help. Our magic can do many things, but it cannot lock her own magic without killing her.”
“So what do we do?” Big Mac asked simply.
Both princesses looked them over, and Celestia answered, “We do nothing...” She then pointed a finger at the freckle-faced girl with a sigh.
It took a moment for it to hit the farmgirl.
She gasped and placed her hand over her chest. “W-what?! Me? What am Ah supposed ta do? Ah don’t know nothin’ about magic!”
“Perhaps,” Luna replied with a frown, “but our inability to help her is not because of her power. It is because of the Element of Magic ‒ it is protecting her...dangerously. Only the resonance frequency of another Element of Harmony can calm her own Element, and allow us a way to work. We will follow you in, and you must initiate physical contact with her with as much as your body as possible. The more of you touching her, the better.” The night princess’ face then lit up with a faint blush as well. “And...it must be skin-to-skin contact...”
The entire group of people fell silent at this, all feeling somewhat awkward.
“You three go in,” the elder Apple brother spoke firmly, pointing to the princesses and his sister, “and tha rest of us’ll wait out here.” He then made his way to stand in front of his sister, and he looked at her with determination. “Take good care of her, AJ...she needs ya right now.”
The younger Apple sibling nodded before looking to the princesses. Without another word, the door was opened, and the three disappeared inside...ready to brave the danger of Twilight’s magic to save her.
Big Mac was nervous.
It was a rare emotion for him, as he was usually so sure of what would happen in his life, but at this point, he was just worried. Worried for Twilight, for his sister, for the princesses...he was just overall worried.
Since Applejack had entered the room with the princesses, the building did not heave again, though at the moment, he was unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. After spending so much time around not only Twilight, but the princesses as well, he could sense magic when it was around him...and though its effects no longer threatened to tear the hospital apart, he could still feel its charge in the air. It was accompanied by a gentle humming that most people would ignore, convinced they were hearing things or that it was simply a trick of their ears...white noise. He knew otherwise, of course. He knew it was a spell being cast, and he hoped with all of his being that it would end this event in the favor of safety and serenity for all the people in the building, as well as his own sister, the princesses, and him.
“Big Mac?” spoke a soft voice from in front of him.
He turned his eyes up to see the pink-haired nurse from earlier, accompanied by her twin, which had vivid blue hair and wore a uniform with blue accents instead of red.
He smiled and nodded, grateful to have something to take his mind off things. “Howdy, girls. How are ya?”
The twin nurses giggled and sat down beside him. The red-accented woman smiled warmly and stated, “Blue Cross and I were just wondering how you were doing...you know, with all of this.”
He ran his hand through his orange hair and sighed. “Jus’ as well as Ah can, Red. Ah’m worried fer mah sis, but Ah also know tha princesses’ll look after her.” He then raised his eyebrow with a smirk as he looked to the blue-haired woman. “Don’t y’all normally work tha mornin’s, Trippy?”
Blue Cross rolled her eyes at the childhood name, but smiled. “When I heard that my sister was having such trouble handling things here, I knew she could use my help.” Her smile then transformed into a sultry grin as she added, “Besides, I don’t need a reason to come see you, now do I?”
He shrugged with a grin matching her own. “Ah guess not.”
“So,” Nurse Redheart began, a mischievous glint in her eye, “what’s going on with you and the princesses?”
A faint blush lit up the farmhand’s face as he averted his eyes, a little embarrassed by the implication. “N-nothin, Red. We’re jus’ good friends is all.” It was the truth of course, but he could admit to himself that a “lowly” human like him consorting with princesses could send the wrong message.
Luckily for him, the doctor and nurse beside him were old friends, and understood.
“Friends with a princess, hmm? I envy you.” Redheart commented with a smile.
He shrugged. “Ah know people don’t think so, but they’re jus’ normal people, really...they jus’ happen ta rule tha kingdom is all.”
From time to time, Big Mac found it strange that he thought about his rulers ‒ whom many actually worshiped ‒ as regular people. He supposed that it was because of the fact that many did not truly know them. While he still respected and revered them for their wisdom, power, and gentle, benevolent rule, he also knew them as people, not just princesses. He knew that Luna, for example, was dangerous to turn your back on. She was witty, cunning, and devious...with pranks. Celestia, on the other hand, tended to try and see the good in everyone...even what it wasn’t there. It went without saying that it had led to quite a few heartbreaks for the sun princess over the years, though she never loved her subjects any less. The only thing that the princesses had kept tight-lipped about were romances...which Big Mac knew nothing about.
Whatever...not his business.
“So what do you think they’re doing in there?” Blue Cross asked curiously.
All three looked down the hallway that led to the wing Twilight’s room was in, and all three gained worried expressions.
“Ah don’ know,” the normally-sure man spoke softly, “but Ah trust mah sister, and Ah trust mah princesses.”
He was unsure if he was trying to convince them or himself.
The room that housed the sleeping Element of Magic was quiet, save for the subtle hum and crackling of the magic in the air, thankfully settled by the combined efforts of both princesses.
The room was serene now, and safe. Twilight’s magic had been successfully contained until she woke, and even though the strange ritual to do so was finished, a nearly-naked Applejack still clung to her lover, seemingly realizing just how much she missed Twilight.
“This is so not doing favors for my labido.” Luna commented dryly, her voice a mere whisper into her sister’s ear.
The elder Celestia rolled her eyes with a smile. “With this much skin showing, I am surprised your own garments still remain on.”
Luna replied with a gasp of mock surprise, hissing out, “I am still a virgin, thank you!”
“Not by choice.” the solar princess remarked with a smirk, still not meeting her sister’s eyes.
For a moment, it looked as if the lunar princess’ face might twist up and break in indignation, but eventually her features softened and she grinned happily, lacing her fingers into that of her sister’s. A soft glow accompanied their contact, and wisps of loose energy sprang forth from their grasp, fluttering around the room unfettered.
“You did good, Luna...I’m proud of you.” Celestia spoke gently.
A smile creased the younger sister’s face as she looked to meet her elder sibling’s bright magenta eyes. “Thank you, Cel. That means so much to me.” She then turned her gaze to the slumbering pair in the bed, and frowned. “How long do you think we must wait until Twilight awakens?”
“She is far from ‘normal’, and I believe that much is clear by now,” the pastel-haired woman stated, “but normally, an inferiorem’s magic would awaken at the same time their consciousness did. I cannot pretend to know if she will respond the same way, but I do hope so. It has been too long without her.”
“I agree.” Luna spoke softly before smirking at her sister. “No offense, but I never considered you to take such an interest in a single subject of ours.”
Celestia did not turn her eyes away from the two sleeping women, but sighed and nodded. “I cannot pretend that my interest in her is not personal. She is special...unique. She is the closest thing to a daughter I can hope to have without binding another to me, and I cannot trust anyone else that much.”
Luna gave a light squeeze to her sister’s hand as she asked, “Why must you torment yourself so, Tia? You know as well as I do that there are exemplary people in the world...not all of them are out to use you for their own means. They’re not all like...him...”
The elder sister flinched at the mention of one who hadn’t been named, but both knew who it was.
“Just promise me that you will keep your heart open, sister.” Luna pleaded gently. “It is not fair we should live so long without the love of another.”
Reflexively, Celestia brought her free hand up to clasp a matching necklace both she and her sister wore, which displayed a circlet of the moon and sun. It was the only bit of selfish magic either of them had ever used thus far, and it held a very special meaning to them both. Within each pendant was held the power of eternity...the power to share their eternal life with another. Long ago when they were young, both princesses had created the necklaces as part of a promise to each other, that they would find the man or woman meant for them, and be eternally happy.
‘My, how naive we were.’ Celestia thought bitterly.
Both princesses, with time, had come to know just how carefully they would need to choose such a thing, and as time went on, both came to realize that their “one” may never come. It was a sad truth both had come to learn of the millennia: that they were forever different from those they ruled over. Celestia learned this by the betrayal of one she had hoped would share her life...while Luna learned from observation.
‘Luna always was the wiser one.’ the solar princess mused to herself.
After a long while, Celestia sighed and closed her eyes softly. “I cannot actively hope for such a thing, Luna. To do so is to invite constant heartbreak, and I am not strong enough to continue pining for a love that may never come. Four-thousand years is long enough for that, I think.”
Luna extended her indigo wing to cover the wings and back of her sister, and smiled sadly. “I do wish you had more faith than you do, dear sister.”
The sun princess opened her eyes again and gazed at her sister with pain in her eyes. “I spread light throughout the world...I find it much easier to notice the darkness.”
“Perhaps,” Luna replied, feeling worried for her sister, “but that does not mean you do not also notice the light as well. Do not let the shadows of the past and present cloud your vision. It can blind you, even if you do not notice it.” She then looked out the window and frowned, noticing dusk was approaching. “Come...we must return. Twilight will be fine now.”
Celestia nodded mutely and followed her sister out of the room, shutting the door quietly as she did so.
Hours later, as night had fallen and the day’s chores had been taken care of, Big Mac once again lay in his bed, thinking about the day itself. He had been both worried and relieved about the situation at the hospital, and yet, he chose to stay positive. He trusted the princesses had done everything they could, and they would not have left Applejack alone in the room had they not deemed it safe enough.
His protective instinct still nagged at him that he should still worry.
Deciding to put these thoughts to rest, he instead thought of what was to come: the get-together with Celestia. Truth be told, he knew Luna much better than her sister, but offered no less friendship or respect to Celestia. After all, she was still his princess, and deserved no less kindness from him. She had ruled the land he lived in for longer than his family had existed, and though a few wars had popped up now and then, for the most part, it had been a happy and peaceful existence for all those who lived in her kingdom.
After all, no one was perfect.
He still had to think of something to get the princess, however. After all, one could not just show up to the birthday celebration of an everlasting being without a gift of some sort, now could they?
With that in mind, he let loose a loud yawn before turning onto his stomach, sliding his arm under the pillow, and closing his eyes to sleep. He’d worry about the gift tomorrow...for now, he had work in the morning.
Big Mac sent a silent wish of safety and goodwill for Twilight to whatever being handled those, and fell away into slumber.