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// From One to Another 
// Story: Fallen Sun 
// by shademaster24601 
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It was a resplendent sensation. The chill of the air, the feel of the clouds, the gentle push of an updraft, all filled Uriah with an exhilaration that had sorely  been missed in his exile. Every beat of his wings was therapeutic, silencing all the cacophonous irritants that plagued his thoughts. The map he had acquired was worn, despite the preservation his sanctum provided it, but there was still enough of an image to help him remember where to go. 
The scenery below wasn't lost on him. There were lights in the streets, ponies still walking about, in smaller numbers than the day crowd, but still enough to show progress of a night life that he had never seen before. In his time, night was the time for being inside and locking the doors. Sleep was the only option because, out there, there were monsters. "And look how safe they feel now, Aunt Luna. If only they could have trusted you enough back then, appreciated all that you did for them. I can only hope that they do now, in this brave new world, and that what I did contributed to that end. At least one of us deserves to be happy."
He wanted to go down and talk to them, to be a part of his people again, but the awful din of doubt shouted down his desire. It would just take one look at his wings and horn to spark fascination with a new alicorn. Crowds would be drawn, he'd be distracted, and Celestia would no doubt have the guards and the elements descend upon him. It would end his campaign before it even began.
"Solitude, you are a cruel, but necessary, mistress." He let his eyes wander on the planes below. "Still, it would be nice to add company to anonymity, but it's not like I know any pony who..." His gaze locked on a familiar wagon making it's way down the road in the direction he was heading. "Perhaps fate is kind."
As the sickly white alicorn made his descent, the wagon rolled onward. The driver, pulling her home with a chip on her shoulder, mumbled through gritted teeth. "Sorry, miss, but we're far too busy to do any wagon repair today, come back next week." She shook her head. "Not like there's at least three days of rain in the forecast and there's a big honking hole in the roof!" With a heavy, defeated, sigh, she pulled over and came to a stop. "Might as well camp out closer to town and start in the morning. Shouldn't be lingering around the Everfree with no doors. I swear, if I ever see that stallion again, I'm going to..." She was cut off by the abrupt thud of something landing on her wagon's roof.
To her horror, there, perched with his wings still open, was that very same stallion. Uriah looked down at her with a dead-pan stare. "Oh, don't let me interrupt. Do go on."
The blue unicorn trembled and her horn lit up in a flash. She quickly undid the harness and bolted. She was quick, but didn't make it far as Uriah quickly swooped down and around to cut her off. It happened so fast that she couldn't stop herself, running straight into him, bouncing off with an unceremonious thud. She laid on her back, dizzy from the impact, then shook her head clear. She cringed at the towering sight of the alicorn and started crawling back. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be running my mouth when I'm mad. It's just been a really rough day, what with the property damage, WHICH IS NO BIG DEAL BY THE WAY! Hehehehehe!" She was sweating bullets.
Uriah rolled his eyes. "Calm yourself...um...I'm sorry, I never got your name."
She took a nervous gulp of air. "Trixie. My name is Trixie."
He smiled, then steadily approached. "Just Trixie? I'm fairly certain I heard something of a "Great and Powerful" the last time I was around"
Trixie rubbed the back of her head, but made sure to keep her eyes on him. "Yeah, it's my stage name. The Great and Powerful Trixie!" On impulse, she used the same emphasis that she always used.
Uriah raised an eyebrow. That little trill in her Rs was adorable. "Ah, a show pony. That's always fun. I remember we used to have the grandest performances in Canterlot Square. There were illusionists, daredevils, hypnotists, and singers." He was in an almost dream-like trance as he inched closer. "There was a pair of sirens that sang the most beautiful song. Mother was worried, but I knew they could be trusted. Their voices were hauntingly gorgeous, you'd hear them and you were just adrift on this etherial cloud of wonder."
Her ears drooped and her eyes widened as he was just inches away. "Oh, stars, you're a vampire, aren't you?"
He snapped out of his train of thought. "What?"
Trixie took a breath and rolled her eyes. "I should have known, with my rotten luck. Look, do what you gotta do, but just...be gentle." She tilted her head up, showing him her neck.
Uriah just raised an eyebrow. "What the...I'm not a vampire! What in Tartarus made you think I was a vampire?"
She brought her head back down to look him in the eye. "Well, I only seem to run into you at night."
"That's just a coincidence." He protested.
She went on. "Then there's the pale white coat, the long black mane, and the creepy red eyes."
He looked almost hurt. "That's just the way I look."
Trixie narrowed her eyes a little. "You do seem to be getting pretty close there, bud."
"I'm trying to help you off the ground," Uriah replied flatly, reaching out a hoof.
Trixie face hoofed and rolled her eyes. "Of coarse you are." She happily took hold and he lifted her up with ease. "Like I said, it's been a long day. Guess my mind kind of wandered away from me." She gave a nervous chuckle.
Uriah looked puzzled. "Wait, so if I had been a vampire, you were just going to let me..."
She brushed it off. "Meh, sometimes you just gotta take the hits."
He placed a hoof on her shoulder and gave her a concerned look. "No, don't do that. Never again, okay? Trixie, you are absolutely worth fighting for."
Trixie blushed and suddenly felt very warm. "Okay."
Uriah smiled. "Good. Now..." He turned toward her wagon. "On to business." He approached the hole where the door used to be and his horn began to glow. The frame was highlighted in the same blood red light and, to Trixie's amazement, it seemed to rewind time. The hole shrank, little by little, until the door had been repaired, good as new. With a smirk on his face, he opened the door. "After you."
She trotted on past and gave an appreciative nod. "Thank you."
He watched her enter, but paused a moment before following her. "I've got nice eyes." He shook the bit of insecurity out of his mind, slipped in, and closed the door.


There were a lot of things that one could describe as heavenly. Sometimes it's one thing, sometimes it's a combination of things. Feeling, sound, smell, just those little things that melt together into that pure state of relaxation that you can't find anywhere else. For Twilight, nothing could quite match that feeling than curling up with a good book and Uriah certainly left her with real humdinger. It was filled with spells, journals, and notes, all written with the most intricate detail and perfectly organized. Every turn of the page coiled another net of text over her brain, fascinating her more. She held it tight in her magic, pulled up the covers more, and snuggled into position. Pinkie Pie, who shifted in her sleep, was making for a pretty comfy pillow. The way Uriah wrote about magic was inspiring, even standing up with the likes of Starswirl the Bearded. 
"The quod sit exspiravit or the lamepony's vanishing spell has taken many forms since it's first inception by Clover the Clever. Originally used to sneak under the pegasus patrols during the pre-Hearths Warming era, this method of active camouflage was revolutionary, but not without it's faults. It did not, as the stories would lead one to believe, make you invisible, but, in fact, blended one perfectly to their immediate surroundings. For it to be of any use, one would need to hold perfectly still, otherwise you'd take the swatch of environment you were camouflaged to and stick out like a sore hoof as soon as you took three steps. The countermand to this design flaw was developed by a unicorn from Saddle Arabia, who surmised that the key lied not in placing the magic ON one's body, but to let it erupt from within. This was achieved by altering the body's ability to reflect color, to the point of appearing absolutely invisible. Later additions altered our ability to block light as well, so that we no longer cast a shadow. By applying a cloud walking spell, designed to lighten one's body to the point of not being able to disturb the integrity of a cloud, one can become completely silent whilst moving. I took it to the next logical step, phasing." 
"Ooooh." Twilight quickly stifled her excitement.
Pinkie, still in a deep slumber, mimicked the enthusiasm. "OoooOOOooh..." She went back to snoring.
Twilight smiled and shook her head. She had almost forgotten Uriah's charm, which meant she didn't have to worry about waking anyone up in the middle of the night. She continued her studying.
"To comprehend the feat is the first step one must overcome. Consider the sheer number of things that we simply cast aside with no more of an excuse of it being impossible. That word, impossible, is such an ogre of a word. Sour on the tongue, it causes us to flee from the progress we hope to achieve before we even try. However, consider Discord," This part made Twilight raise an eyebrow. "As a magic user, Discord excels at accomplishing such feats of impossibility with as little effort as a snap of his fingers. He accomplishes this by accepting one simple fact that we, as a society, have blinded ourselves to. There is no impossible. My family's own ability to adjust the heavenly bodies is evidence enough to support this theory. With a measured amount of effort, concentration, and simple confidence in one's ability to achieve the desired effect, any outcome can be achieved. However, patience is also an essential virtue of this process. One cannot simply say they believe in themselves and run head first at a wall, as my beloved Scarlet Thorn would not have me forget.
That last sentence stung at Twilight's heart. Celeste had told her that Uriah was going to propose on the night he was exiled. His rage became that much more understandable. While she could not condone his threats of war, she couldn't help but wonder what she might do when faced with such a loss.
A pounding on the door brought Twilight to attention. She plucked a loose feather to mark her place, then hurried out of bed. The grip of her magic had just unlocked the door when Luna burst in in a state of panic. "Twilight?!"
Twilight's eyes widened and her hair bristled. "Luna? Is everything..." The lavender alicorn was cut off when the princess of the night suddenly put her hooves around her in a tight embrace.
Luna was shaking. "I was so worried! When Uriah became fixated on you in the throne room I almost had a heart attack. I thought he might try something so I checked in on everypony's dreams, but I couldn't find you and I just..." She was fighting back tears, but then did something that really caught Twilight off guard. In a swift motion, Luna caught Twilight in a deep, passionate kiss. The lavender alicorn's eyes almost bugged out of her head and her wings flared out, but she eventually relaxed into the Night princess's loving gesture. Luna pulled back and gave a sigh of relief. "I'm so happy you're safe."
Twilight felt like she could just melt. She and Luna had been growing closer and it had become obvious to both of them how they felt about each other, but to finally act on it was a rush. The lavender alicorn blushed and teetered with a dreamy look in her eyes. "This night just gets better and better."
The Night princess looked puzzled at first, but then a realization hit her. "Oh..." her eyes shot open and her cheeks flushed, "Oh my stars. That was..."
"Our first kiss," Twilight finished with a slight chuckle. She nuzzled into Luna's chest. "You smell so good."
Luna was completely dumfounded. She had started it with that kiss, but in a hundred years, she'd never think her bookish sweetheart would be so forward. "Twilight..."
Before Luna could argue, Twilight had her in another kiss. She wrapped her lavender wings around her love and the two fell onto the bed with a soft thud. She broke it to take in Luna's bewilderment. "No more talking. It has been a very long day, I was enjoying a very good read, and I am very much in love with you." Luna's smile at that made Twilight's whole year. "I'm not gonna be sleeping tonight. I would like very much to stay right here, loving you, and not worry about anything else till morning."
Luna chuckled a bit then gave Twilight a little peck on the cheek. "That sounds good to me." She let her head rest next to Twilight's, soaking in her warmth. "Your friends will be in quite a shock."
Twilight smirked. "Let them be shocked. Let Rarity pull out her feinting coach, let Pinkie Pie throw a party and shout it to the heavens, because I love Princess Luna!"
The night princess scramble to muffle her loves shouting. "Twilight, shhh, you'll wake everypony."
Twilight laughed at how flustered she was making the usually stoic princess. "It's fine, Uriah put them under a charm. They're gonna be out till sunrise." She put a hoof up to preemptively block the incoming question. "I will tell you about in the morning. Now hold me and never let me go."
Luna couldn't help but laugh. In a day as dramatic as this, she relished in the comedy of the moment. She did as told, and held Twilight close. Their moment was interrupted by a confused guard on the other side of the door. "What was that part about Princess Twilight saying she..."
"Go to bed!" both princesses ordered in response.
"Yes, Ma'ams," came the sheepish response, which was then followed by the clatter of retreating hooves. The two princesses just laughed and snuggled closer to each other.


Trixie, for lack of a better word, was on edge. Before her, sipping tea in her home, was an alicorn. This same alicorn both demolished and repaired her wagon effortlessly and he was jut sitting their like he was visiting an old friend. She puzzled on how she kept getting into these messes. First the Ursa Major, then finding the amulet, which in-turn lead her to this. Was she a bad pony? All she wanted to do was be a performer, to make ponies cheer, to be loved by all. Was that really too much to asks?
"Do I frighten you, Trixie?"
The question jolted her out of her thoughts. Uriah had his eyes locked on hers, studying her, completely intent, yet so nonchalant. She composed herself. "Yes. Uriah, I certainly have to say you do."
He smirked. "Honest. I appreciate that. Of coarse I do, you thought I was a literal monster at one point. First impression, I break into your home and demolish the place, all the while roaring like a beast."
She nodded. "Now you invite yourself into my home in the middle of the night. I mean you could ask a girl out to dinner first."
This made him raise an eyebrow. "Oooh, cheeky, I like that. Well, since you're being so honest with me, I'll be perfectly honest with you." He set his tea down and took on a more serious tone. "Trixie, when I came to you, I was...broken. My mind had been fractured, so I couldn't use my magic unless I was in a state of rage." He took a deep breath, but he could tell she was picking up on his pain. "I came to rely on this rage, just to survive."
"Survive what?" The tone was mostly incredulous, but there was a hint of concern.
Uriah closed his eyes and prepared himself to keep his calm when reciting his agony again. " I am Celestia's son. I was exiled on a comet for five hundred years because I eradicated a race of monsters that were killing our people." The shock in her eyes was expected, but he didn't react. "When she sent me away, she took away my mental link to my magic, which manifested into what you know as the alicorn amulet. It didn't just give you power, it gave you my power." He stood up and approached her. She didn't move, but he did hear a distinct gulp of breath. "I know who you are, Trixie. I know hat you've done and...frankly I feel responsible for it." This relaxed her, but she looked puzzled. "When you used my magic, you were tapped into all of it. While you were thinking of how to use it, you were also feeling what I felt when you did. My rage fueled your grudges, made you do things you regret." He dropped a wing over her shoulder. "I saw it in your eyes. The lostness, the way you just kind of gave up when you saw danger coming. You feel alienated, don't you?"
Trixie's ears drooped. "I...hurt ponies. I did bad things and now I feel like I've pushed any pony who cared away. I gave up because...I didn't think any pony was coming anyway. "
He was so gentle, the brush of his wing drying her tears and then the tender lift of her chin so he could look her in the eyes. "I've done this. I owe you...so much. I want to fix this, I want to fix everything. Trixie, you haven't questioned my story yet. You can feel it, can't you? You can't explain it, but you know I'm telling the truth?" She gave a little nod. "Then know this. I am going to fix what's been broken. I'm going to mend the wrongs, but I need your help. My mother hexed the whole world and made everyone forget me and everything to do with me. She built an empire on a lie and I intend to break it, to break her. From what remains, I will make a better world." His ambition radiated from him and the smile he gave her. "I intend to make sure you have a place in it. Will you help me?"
Until then, it was like she was lost in a trance. When Uriah asked her, she bolted out of his reach and into a corner. "Are you crazy?! You want me to help overthrow the princess of Equestria? Just like that?"
He rolled his eyes. "Not "just like that," it's gonna be more to it than that. We'll need an army, we'll need to figure out how to hit her with it, and make sure we can gain the public trust while we do it."
Trixie scoffed. "Oh, yeah, I'm certainly qualified for that. I throw smoke bombs, do sleight-of-hoof tricks, mess with peoples manes."
Uriah interrupted at that one. "Hey, mane magic is hard, you should be proud of yourself." Her deadpan stare urged him to try again. "More importantly, you can draw a crowd. I can give a speech, but I'll need a local to gather ears to listen. The most important thing we'll need for this undertaking is confidence and you have it in spades."
She'd been needing a good pep talk, but Trixie had been burned before by the promise of an easy win. "What if it you fail? I took over Ponyville and that was bad. I'm still dealing with the fallout. Trying to take the throne of Equestria is the kind of thing that gets you turned to stone."
He stood firm. "When we succeed, you'll be a hero. You'll be the unicorn who helped the rightful heir to the throne take it back from the witch that brainwashed the world." He reached a hoof out to her. "Be that hero, Trixie. Be great and powerful."
Trixie's eyes sparkled at the prospect. Uriah was clearly the most powerful pony she'd ever met and he was offering everything she ever wanted. She held his hoof in hers. "Alright, let's do it." 
Uriah smiled. "Are you sure? It's going to be big and it's going to be loud."
She gave him a smirk in return. "Have you met me?"
The two shared a laugh and Uriah achieved what he saw as his first victory. He made another friend.