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// My Little Sister 
// Story: My Little Sister 
// by Sunny Days 
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	The view from The Palace in Canterlot was stunning. The rumor was that you could see all of Equestria. Princess Celestia believed it, and was staring out the window, completely rejecting the world around her.

Mostly to distract herself from what was lying in a bed right in front of her.

The bed had a gray metal frame, and had crisp white sheets that were so still you could've sworn their was nobody resting in it, but, in the bed with the metal frame in the Palace Infirmary was none other than Princess Luna.

In such a bland room, it almost looked out of place that she was there, with her mane that looked as if it were a galaxy, and her beautiful eyes, that looked as if they could eternally close any moment. She lay in a peaceful manner, hand held tightly by her sister, who would not leave her side for anything.

For anything in the whole world.

With all of her remaining strength, Luna could see the distant look in her sister's eyes, and knew what she was doing. She had seen it so very many times before. She didn't want to accept the truth. She understood that being so very powerful as her sister was could do that to you. She smiled weakly, and tried to squeeze her sisters hand. She had come to terms with what would happen, but Celestia had not. 

Celestia felt the grip that Luna had on her hoof tighten, and looked down on her. She couldn't bare to lose her again. Looking back, she had never questioned if they were immortal or not, she always was so caught up in running Equestria, leading the perfect life, that she had ever stopped and thought about what would happen to the ones she loved most. Especially Luna. Her little Luna. She couldn't help but barrage her mind on how she could've tried harder to save her, how this didn't have to be.

But both of them knew what was done was done.

It had been day for quite awhile now, seeing that Luna just didn't have the strength to rise it anymore. Even at the face of death, she still resumed her duties of rising the moon, but she just got weaker and weaker until rising the moon was nothing more than a fuzzy memory. 

Celestia insisted that Luna was kept in the Palace, and no one dared to defy her. A grieving princess was not someone you would mess around with. Even though the room in which Luna lies is certainly in the Palace, it didn't look like it. It was a blank, tiny room with a cold tile flooring, with a metal bedside table to the side, which had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in all different shades of dark blue, as if it were the night sky itself. Those flowers were lovingly picked by Celestia in the Garden one night, as a gift for her sister. Now, they were a desperate attempt to liven the cold room. 

There was an odd stillness that blanketed the room. It was as if the world paused, and they were stuck in the positions they were in. At this point, Celestia would do anything for the world to pause, that she would forever be holding her sisters hand. But that was very, very wishful thinking. She knew the world would go on without Luna, but her world won't. She was the only pony that has always been by her side, and has seen her through good and bad days. She couldn't even think of living without her. 

Celestia's face was wiped of any trace of emotion that might have been on her face at any point in time. She wore an expression similar to one that a stuffed animal might wear, lifeless. If you knew her very well, her eyes gave away the sadness and loss she was facing. They gleamed in such a way that you would mistake her for a filly about to have a tantrum. 

Luna found it to be getting harder and harder to focus her gaze on her sister, and felt her eyelids getting as heavy as rocks, slowly drooping down. She shook her head, knowing eternal rest would come to her if she closed her eyes. She couldn't leave her sister in a state like this.

Her vision started to get blurry, and felt heard a high pitched ringing noise in both of her ears. It didn't seem to bother her, as she just looked up to Celestia, smiled, and strengthened the grip on her hooves. 

She remembered everything. She remembered how Luna's mane barely touched the tile floor below her, and how her eyes were looking a darker shade of blue than her usual aqua tint. She remembered how there were no words spoken, only glances, only squeezes of hands, only sheepish attempts of smiles. She remembered how the sky in the window looking out of all of Equestria seemed untouched, as if nobody dared to move.She remembered Luna trying to say something, but it came out as nothing more than a few squeaks. She remembered blaming herself for the state of her sister, blaming herself for everything. She remembered her sisters expression. Not a scared one, but a smile. A relaxed, smile.

She remembered Luna's eyes slowly fluttering shut, and her grip loosen to nothing. She remembered smashing the vase against the wall, crying over Luna's lifeless body. She remembered thinking Luna was selfish for leaving her, all alone.

All alone.

She remembered being dragged out of the room, screaming.