Dear Princess Celestia,
I apologize for not meeting you in person, but you must understand that the circumstances surrounding my arrival to your kingdom have left me with little time. I know you are confused, and I promise you I will return eventually to answer any questions you may have. Do not wait for me, however, as it will likely take more than a decade to gain the resources required for my arrival and departure.
Within the crib, as you no doubt have gathered, is a foal. Said foal is an orphan, and I bring him to you in hopes you shall adopt him as your own. I understand if you have reservations towards doing such, and are most probably wondering why not simply give the foal to an orphanage or a normal pony couple. This is because the foal, for lack of a better word, is special. It is my belief that only an alicorn is capable of raising this foal, for reasons that will hopefully soon become apparent.
I have no doubt that should you accept this foal as your son, you will raise him to the best of your considerable ability. I will completely understand of course should you decide to give the foal away, with royal duties taking so much of your time. However, be warned that whomever you give the foal to will be in great danger, as a foal has little control or understanding of its actions.
No matter what you choose, please ensure the foal is loved, cared for, and most of all, feels special.With sincere thanks,
P. Petrelli
The snow white alicorn read the letter slowly. After finishing, she cast a glance to her left past a massive queen sized bed, and gazed at the crib and in extension the little being within. She then hurriedly snapped back to the letter and reread it.
Her rose colored eyes examined every word of this estranged letter, noting the writing to be quite neat. Her eyes pierced the document, as if her gaze alone could convince the letter to divulge who wrote it. She had doubts that a name like P. Petrelli is real, and thought it some kind of alias. She would reread it again and again, not entirely certain what she is searching for. Perhaps she was trying and failing miserably to grasp the situation.
Not only had somepony snuck past all of the guards in Canterlot Castle, effortlessly passed the numerous magical alarm spells and anti-teleportation wards and broken into her bedchambers, but they had also somehow gotten a foal complete with a crib past the security as well. On top of all of that, they also left without a trace of their existence aside from the foal and the note.
The alicorn’s horn dimmed, and the golden glow surrounding the letter vanished, dropping the parchment to the ground without a sound. She turned her rose colored gaze to the simple metallic crib. In design the crib is simplistic, with featureless white painted metal making the frame and the bars. The crib is far too large to be used by regular sized ponies, and was obviously designed with alicorns or similarly sized creatures in mind. The alicorn noted that the frame was filled with two feather pillows rather than a mattress. The alicorn blinked when she saw the bundle of simple blue blankets twitch a bit.
She had yet to see the ‘special’ foal yet. Her features creased with worry when she thought of the letter’s insistence that the foal was special. It worded it as if the ‘specialness’ of this foal is dangerous. As an alicorn, she did not fear many things in this world. It would take a tremendous amount of effort to even hope to draw the blood of an alicorn, let alone actually harm one to any significant degree. Perhaps this is why the mysterious P. Petrelli sought her to raise this foal?
The alicorn bit her lip. She is a Princess, the sole monarch to her land of Equestria. She thinks of her subjects as her children, and has, in her opinion, more than enough experience in her exceptionally long life to raise a foal.
Despite her previous confidence, it occurs to the alicorn that she has never been a real mother before. While she had gotten ‘motherly’ urges in the past, she had always ignored them as she is too busy to even think of romanticizing anypony, let alone have a foal with them, and raise that foal. She supposes cutting out the romance and pregnancy part is rather efficient, but she still couldn’t hope to raise a foal single hoofedly with the schedule she keeps.
Could she?
The blue blanket twitched again, and a small squeak echoed in the room. She still has yet to see the foal.
The alicorn trotted around her bed, and approached the crib. She saw a singular light gray hoof sticking from the little bundle of blue blanket. She wondered if whatever is special about the foal shows physically. Is it deformed? Is it a changeling? Is it a… alicorn?
She shook that last thought from her mind. Ascension could not possibly have happened to a foal… could it have? Can a foal be born an alicorn?
She couldn’t wait any longer. She charged her horn, which became surrounded with a golden glow of magic. The blanket untangled itself to reveal…
…An average earth pony foal. A rather monochromatic one at that. Its coat is slate gray, and its mane is either black or a really dark shade of brown. The foal’s eyes are brown, and looked upon the princess with unrestrained awe.
One of the foal’s first memories was the sight of Princess Celestia looking down upon him. The foal’s eyes were drawn to her golden tiara, and her multicolored ethereal mane, flowing in a nonexistent breeze to his visible left, leaving only her right eye visible. The Princess’s eyes were widened with mild surprise at how… average the little foal looked. Seeing nothing particularly dangerous or malicious about the foal, Princess Celestia adopted a motherly smile, and giggled when the foal attempted to reach out at her with his right hoof.
“Why hello there my little pony…” She murmured as she calmly removed her two front golden shoes. Placing them aside, she reached into the crib with her right forehoof and calmly stroked the foal’s head.
“I wonder why anypony would think you’re dangerous.” She giggled softly. In all her mental ramblings and self doubt, Celestia had forgotten how cute foals are. The object of her affection seemed particularly focused on her tiara, his eyes squinting somewhat as if concentrating. Celestia couldn’t help but giggle at the cute expression. She wondered what would have a foal so focused looking.
Suddenly, her head felt a little lighter. Confused, Celestia averted her gaze upwards to see her tiara slowly being levitated off of her head. She saw nor felt no magical aura around it, and she quickly confirmed that she and the foal are the only ones in the room.
Celestia stared in confused awe as the tiara slowly and shakily floated towards the foal, his eyes still squinted as if concentrating. He raised his hooves up to grab the tiara out of the air, and hugs it to himself.
The foal then giggled at the dumbfounded look upon Celestia’s face. She had just watched an earth pony foal telekinetically move an object without the use of magic. What he did involved absolutely no magic; if it did, she would have been able to feel it.
The foal broke her out of her haze when he squirmed restlessly, and Celestia noticed her hoof had frozen mid-stroke out of shock. Celestia continued slowly stroking the foal, a look of comprehension creasing her features. She now understood why the foal was special, but not why it was worded as if the foal is danger-
As if on cue, an arc of electricity danced from the foal’s head into Celestia’s hoof, and a powerful shock went through her. She withdrew her hoof in surprise.
To her, it felt like a simple case of static electricity, but she is an alicorn. She knew full well that if that shock had happened to an average pony, not only would they be burnt, but their heart would more than likely have stopped from a shock that powerful. Disturbingly, the foal didn’t even look like he had intended to do it. He still sat there, hugging and nuzzling Celestia’s tiara as if it’s all that matters in the world.
Celestia’s gaze travelled back to the discarded letter, still lying on the ground where she had deftly dropped it. She remembered its warning that anypony raising it besides her would be in great danger.
Were she a normal pony, she would have been dead simply from touching the foal. The only possible caretaker for this foal is an alicorn… and Celestia is the only alicorn currently in existence in any position to be raising a foal.
Celestia sighed. Despite her hectic schedule that could only become more hectic with a foal involved, Celestia refuses to simply abandon him, and she refuses to put any of her subjects in danger for her convenience.
She turned her gaze back to the foal, who had let go of the tiara and was now curiously staring at Celestia.
“Well, my little pony. It appears that I am going to be your new mother…” Celestia said distractedly, while she thinks about how to go about such a feat. Almost as if he could understand her, the foal lit up and squeaked.
Celestia stood still, thinking about what she has to do to raise this foal. Obviously she cannot do it in secret; she would have to announce that she is adopting a son. The nobles will not be happy, especially the Bluebloods, the previous heirs. She couldn’t really see a reason why they would be upset, she is ageless after all and she isn’t stepping down from the throne any time soon. She knows they will be upset anyway, though. She supposes being second in line to the throne doesn’t hold as much merit as being first in line. Beyond that she knows that more than a few of the more bigoted citizens of her nation would be rather miffed about her adopted son being an earth pony, and she will inevitably be accused of adopting the earth pony solely for the appearance of racial equality. She would also have to forge documents of the foal’s existence so she could adopt him properly; she’s far too famous to adopt a foal that seemingly came out of nowhere with no documents, after all. She briefly wondered if she should allow the foal’s apparent abilities to be publicly known, but ultimately decided against it. She knows full well that her ponies are skittish, and probably would fear the idea of an earth pony doing… whatever else this little foal is capable of doing. Besides that, she doesn’t want that kind of attention for him. Goodness knows that he’ll be getting enough attention as it is, being the Princess’s first and only adopted son.
Celestia looked at the foal that had fallen asleep sometime during her thoughts. Celestia’s horn glowed as she cast a simple divination spell upon the foal, just to see if there are any discrepancies and to make sure that he is actually a pony foal. Her little scan came back with completely normal results. She wondered how the little supposedly normal foal could do the things he did.
“Just where did you come from..?” Celestia murmured, before her internal clock informed her that it is time to set the sun and raise the moon.
She trotted away from the crib, and out to her balcony. When she returns from her celestial duties, she will begin her document forgery.
She was understandably nervous about the future. But she was hopeful too.
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A bipedal creature watched as Celestia lowered the sun and raised the moon from its vantage point. It stood atop one of Canterlot’s walls, dressed in a grey silk blazer, as well matching dress pants and shoes. The creature is mostly hairless, save the graying brown hair atop its head and partially covering its face. Its brown eyes watched intently as the patron of the sun did her work.
This creature, unknown to the inhabitants of Equestria, is called a human. This particular human is named Peter Petrelli.
Peter had been through a rough life, but was happy to see his old nemesis will finally start over. In a place without the temptation of abilities to acquire, Peter hopes that the once most dangerous serial killer humans have ever known will live a happy, non-murderous life.
They had been fighting for thirty-six years, and now it was coming to an end. Peter almost couldn’t believe it was over. Peter could wholeheartedly say he was not quite expecting it to end like this, but who would expect such a long rivalry to end with the, for lack of a better word, reincarnation of one of the opponents into a sentient equine?
Peter chuckled to himself, wondering when his life got so crazy. Oh yeah, thirty-six years ago.
Peter smiled, before he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. He then disappeared without a trace.