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// Hind Sight is 20/20 
// Story: Celestia Needs Glasses 
// by Azriel 
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CHAPTER 1: Hind Sight is 20/20

Princess Celestia, spent the evening in her study as she often did to catch up with her paperwork after the days court. Going over the recent proposals that she found to be promising.  The flickering of the few enchanted candles she kept cast shadows across her dimly lit chambers. She lay sprawled out upon her cushion in the study with her regalia tossed haphazardly about her. Currently she was going over a proposal by a Sir Fancy Pants, that he claimed would cut down the cost of maintaining the Royal Guard by twenty percent. Needless to say she was intrigued, twenty percent would translate to tens of thousands of bits that could be reinvested into the infrastructure of Equestria. 

She knew Fancy Pants to be of good character but she still poured over the proposal with a fine tooth comb. Looking for discrepancies, and any possibilities of deception within the jargon of his proposal. It wasn't that she didn't trust him per see, but she remembered the last time she had trusted a noble based on how she viewed them in court. The result had been the elevation of the Blueblood line to Royalty. The sheer headaches that little mistake had caused, least of which was the constant confusion of the current Bluebloods' relation to herself. Long story short, she had unwittingly acknowledged in a proposal from Blueblood's father the legitimacy of their genealogy dating back to Princess Platinum before the founding of Equestria.

But as she scanned, and rescanned the document that lay before her, she felt a headache coming on. It wasn't atypical for the Princess of the Sun to receive such headaches in her line of work. But she found them growing more frequent in recent days. 

*POP*

"Sister, honestly we have but two chances a day to see each other...Sister why is your face like that?"

Celestia dropped the stack of pages before her and shot a puzzling gaze to her sister. 

"Good Evening to you as well Luna sorry for missing dinner again....Wait how does my face look?"

"Like your trying to set those papers in front of you on fire through sheer will. While I remember pyrokinesis as possible, I believe there are far more efficient ways for the Princess of the Sun to go about incinerating offensive documents. As I recall before I was banished, you often used the Sun as your personal incinerator. I wish I would have done the same for the moon, then at least I would have had something to read."

Celestia chuckled tiredly before responding.

"While I'm glad you seem to be in bright spirits this evening, I assure you the documents are anything but offensive. To tell the truth I've a bit of a headache...*sigh* again."

Luna tilted her head slightly to the side, and donned a slightly concerned expression.

"If we are not mistaken that makes your fourth headache in as many days. I know how much distaste you have for our current Royal Physician, but surely a visit would be worth it if your headaches go away."

"Ughhh, it is far more likely Bedside Manner would cause another headache sooner then cure one."

"We for one like him, his callous nature is rather refreshing to us. Besides what use is a Royal Physician, if you refuse to use him to heal what ails you?"

"No thanks, I'll take the headaches instead Luna."

Luna frowned before adopting a Cheshire grin.

"We are actually do for our own checkup, perhaps we shall stop by his office tomorrow." She said casually before adopting the worst exaggeration of mock worry, and throwing her foreleg over her chest dramatically.
"But oh dear, what should happen if I let it slip about how our poor overworked sister suffers nightly. Despite our protests that only if she would see the dear doctor! I'm sure he would drop everything, and come barreling through a whole contingent of guards to attend to what ails you."

Celestias' eyes grew as wide as saucers. "Luna you wouldn't dare."

Luna's smile only widened threatening to consume her whole face, and her eyes glittered with devious mirth.

"Methinks thou doth protest too much dear sister!" At the same time her horn charged up signaling her departure.

"Luna don't-"

*POP*

Just like that Luna was gone, leaving her sister crestfallen. After all finding Luna when she didn't want to be found was a fools errand.

"Oh dear..." With her sister gone Celestia's gaze once again fell upon Fancy's proposal, before she scrunched her muzzle and let out a laugh. "If only my headaches vanished as quickly as my sister does." 





Celestia awoke in a groggy haze, her internal alarm clock screaming at her to get up to raise the Sun. Normally she would greet her new day with all the enthusiasm befitting the Princess of the Sun. But after Luna had left, her sleep had been fitful. You would think after millennia's and countless arch nemesis's defeated, something as mundane as a visit from her own physician wouldn't fill her with dread. But of course you would be wrong. No doubt Luna had carried through with her promise, so with that in mind Celestia dragged herself out of bed.

*Knock Knock*

For a second Celestia froze, her ears swiveling towards the double doors leading to her suite. If she played her cards right and didn't make a sound, no doubt whoever it was would assume she'd already left for court. Her fears proved unfounded as the muffled voice made its way through the doors.

"Princess Celestia, I have your morning tea!"

Celestia let go of the breath she didn't know she had been holding. It was only her chambermaid Sunny Disposition. 

"Of course Sunny, one moment please!"

Celestia's horn lit up, and she quickly donned her worn pink bathrobe; before she let her magic take hold of the double doors and gently pulled them inwards. 

After a few moments Sunny Disposition trotted in carefully holding a tea tray between her teeth. Celestia quietly observed the young earth pony mare with a pink coat and golden mane struggle to keep the contents of the tray from spilling, before gently enveloping the tray with her golden magical aura.

"Good morning Sunny, and here let me help you with that." Sunny quickly let go, and Celestia floated the tray over to the coffee table. "So what kind of tea have you brought me this morning, it smells wonderful." 

"Good morning to you as well your majesty, I've brought you a new blend of Saddle Arabian black tea. And if I do say so myself Princess, I believe it's the best batch yet! I've already had three cups this morning myself." The mare's smile slowly gaining ground on the conquest of her face.

Celestia looked to the tea before letting her gaze rest back on the practically vibrating mare. With only a little trepidation Celestia poured herself a small cup, and levitated it to below her muzzle before breathing in its heavenly aroma. She took the daintiest of sips before holding back a grimace.

"So Princess?" The rest of the question being left unspoken. Leaving Celestia with barely enough time to formulate a response that wouldn't hurt the feelings of her newest assistant.

"Just needs a bit of sugar Sunny, but if I might make a suggestion?" At the mares enthusiastic nod she continued. "Perhaps next time for this particular brew don't use as many leaves, its a bit stronger then I usually take it." That was the understatement of the century.

"Of course Princess, anything else?"

"No Sunny that will be all thank you." With that the young mare bowed fidgeting all the while. Before turning and almost bouncing out of the room. Celestia couldn't help but smile and shake her head at the display, before casting a eye back towards the tea tray. "Bless her heart she tries so hard, I should give her a raise alone for drinking three cups of that. Speaking of hearts, I should probably make sure all the defibrillators have been magically recharged before Sunny's gives out." With one glance out the window before returning her gaze. "The Sun first, then I'll return to deal with you."

Celestia barely stepped out onto the balcony before unceremoniously raising the Sun and returning inside. Dropping her robe and picking up the tea tray on her way to the bathroom, she briefly considered dumping the tea in a potted plant before dismissing the idea. After all the last thing she needed to start the day, was a newly sapient plant running rampant on a roid rage. A ridiculous thought maybe, but she had seen stranger. With a silent prayer of forgiveness for what the Saddle Arabians would have seen as the greatest offense, she poured the motor oil down the drain where it belonged.