//------------------------------// // 282. Odds by ArguingPizza // Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab // by Fuzzyfurvert //------------------------------// by ArguingPizza *** Twilight had done many extraordinary things in her life. As a mere filly, she had hatched a dragon egg thought to be all but immune to unicorn magic, turned her parents to potted plants, and been the focus point of an arcane maelstrom so severe it had taken Princess Celestia’s personal intervention to end it. As a young mare, she had discovered the Elements of Harmony and united their Bearers, making her the first pony to do so in a thousand years. She had helped save Equestria from a Draconic Winter, tamed an Ursa Minor, overcome the Lord of Chaos himself, and discovered a Changeling plot to infiltrate and destroy Canterlot from within, a scheme that had even fooled the Princesses themselves. She had topped all these accomplishments by mastering magic to such an extent as to ascend to become an alicorn, a goddess of flesh upon the earth. She had wielded the magic of four alicorns, each mighty in their own right, and fought the monstrous tyrant Tirek to a standstill. And yet, despite all her accomplishments and powers, she was helpless to change the single pink line on the small plastic stick suspended in her wife’s magic. Celestia was quiet, and had been since the first test. She hadn’t spoken a word, even as she had returned to the bathroom for the second test. And the third. When the box ran dry, leaving them nothing but a floor covered in broken dreams, Celestia had simply stopped in place. Twilight wanted to say so many things, do so many things, but she settled for pushing against Celestia’s side and draping a wing over her back. It wasn’t as difficult as it once was, with the extra few inches of height she had gained over the past few years, but it was hardly comfortable. It didn’t matter, though, as she tried to surround her wife as much as she could. “We knew when we started trying that it was a long shot. The odds were never good,” Twilight said, not looking away from the pregnancy test. “We can try again.” Celestia didn’t respond, and so Twilight grabbed her wife’s head in her hooves and forced her to look her in the eye. “We can try again,” she repeated, softer this time. Celestia’s eyes refocused on her for a split second. They shimmered with tears held back by the barest of margins. Then the dam broke, and Celestia collapsed against her. Twilight swallowed the lump in her throat as she stroked Celestia’s mane and nuzzled her. Celestia’s sobs shook them both, and Twilight had to adjust herself on the floor to keep them both upright. “W-why can’t I be a mother?” Celestia choked out, her voice catching in her grief. Twilight only hugged her tighter, repeating the phrase, “We can try again, Celestia. We can try again.”