//------------------------------// // Escape // Story: Why Don't You Love Me Anymore Celestia? // by RustyNails4 //------------------------------// Why Don't You Love Me Anymore Celestia? Chapter 2 Escape Philomena awoke to the sound of hooves on marble flooring. It was almost time for Princess Celestia to raise the sun. She let out a loud yawn before walking over to her vanity and levitating a brush to her mane. She then placed her crown upon her head and put her golden shoes on. Waiting for the sound of the balcony doors, Philomena listened intently for her cue. When the doors finally opened, Philomena swiftly bit the side of her food bowl and flung it at the side of her cage. With a loud thud, many tasteless brown oats tumbled between the cage bars and the black cloth falling to the floor with soft patter. The oats skittered around the floor just as Philomena had planned. The bowl had made a loud thunk noise as it collided with the cage bars. This got the Princess's attention, halfway out the doors Celestia turned to look at Philomena's cloth covered cage. She took a few steps closer to the cage situated in the corner closest to the balcony doors. The black cloth was levitated off of the cage to reveal a filth covered Philomena. Philomena had reluctantly rolled herself around in her own filth, a vital part of her plan that made her feel absolutely disgusted. Celestia was shocked, with her mouth agape she stared at the filthy phoenix. The putrid smell of the bird's filth wafted into Celestia's nostrils. With a disgusted look on her face she said nothing. Walking back to the balcony Celestia heard the crunching of the nasty oats Philomena had spilled. She needed to raise the sun. She did so without her usual lovely smile, but instead with a dissatisfied frown. With her task finished Celestia was ready to deal with Philomena. Celestia called one of her guards to her bed room. "Please clean up this mess and give Philomena a bath" she said to the guard. "Will do m'lady" the guard replied giving a small bow before he took Philomena's cage from its stand and walked out of the room. He took Philomena outside along with some soap and a tub full of warm water and a cloth. He gently cleaned Philomena scrubbing any trace of filth from her beautiful red and gold feathers. Philomena hadn't had a bath in a couple months. She cooed softly as the water cleaned her and made her feel fresh again. After he had finished bathing her, he began to work on cleaning her cage. As he did so, Philomena spread her wings letting them dry in the warmth of the sun. Her wings dried quickly, as she began to preen her feathers in preparation for the final part of her plan. She felt the wind gently caress her wings, she loved the feeling of the wind between her feathers. She spread her wings and flapped them for the first time in nine long and lonely months. She noticed how weak they had gotten from not being used in so long. She flapped harder finally feeling the lovely spring air beneath her wing as she took off without a sound. She had finally escaped her tiny prison and was off to Ponyville. Remembering the way to the quiet little town from her last trip with her Master, Philomena began her search for the yellow Pegasus mare with the light pink mane.