//------------------------------// // Resists - NorrisThePony - March 25, 2016 // Story: The Sun and Stars: Lightning Round // by JKinsley //------------------------------// A new participant in the Lightning Round, but not a new participant to Twilestia, welcome NorrisThePony! Thump. There it was again. This time, the deafening sound of the sky cracking was accompanied by the ceiling above her doing quite the same. Twilight had to leap out of the way as a heavy bit of the castle roof tumbled above, striking the marble floor and exploding. Canterlot Castle was falling. Twilight did her best not to care as she sprinted through the imploding corridors. She had bigger priorities, after all. Fallen bits of mortar and other structural debris blocked the way to the throne room before her, but she dispatched that with a blast of her magic and a few powerful flaps of her wings carried her over the rubble and into the blinding ocean of light that was the throne room. The sound of pulsating magic was deafening, but not as loud as Twilight’s screaming voice. “Celestia!” For a moment, the pulsating magic wavered. Then, it resumed with added intensity. “Celestia, you can’t keep trying! Won’t you at least listen to me?!” Once more, the same wavering in the pulses. Celestia was thinking. Rationalizing. Collating. Resisting.   Once more, the pulsating magic intensified. “We all miss you, Celestia!” Twilight screamed. “I miss you, Luna misses you, Cadance misses you!” When Celestia spoke, it was without volume. “I can’t give up, Twilight Sparkle. I can’t.”   Twilight grimaced a little as Celestia’s voice cut into her mind—not that it was painful, simply a strange and disorienting sensation. When she replied, she did so aloud, and still at a scream. “It’s time to, Celestia! It’s time to let go!” “I can keep it together! Just a little more time…” “You’re keeping together a barren rock, Celestia.” Twilight’s head sunk. She didn’t have the energy to scream anymore, but somehow she knew Celestia would hear her. “There’s nothing to keep together anymore.” “Don’t say that! There’s always a way! We’ve always found a way!” “Yes.” Twilight nodded. “And we did it together, Celestia. Luna and Cadance are already gone. I… have to follow. I want to follow. But I can’t leave you here, holding together some lonely rock in space for the rest of your damn life!” “Then stay! Help me! You’re right, we can keep Equus alive together! The way we always have!” “Celestia… I know it’s hard. I know because you said the same to me when…” Twilight trailed off. Five faces. Five tombstones. Anger, loneliness, and then peace. “...but you need to let go, Celestia. Stop fighting!” Silence. Celestia’s magic continued to pulse, the ocean of white and yellow in the brightest shades forcing Twilight to squint. There wasn’t a pony before her, simply a stubborn miasma of incandescent energy. “Celestia…” Twilight choked. “You know why I’m here. You know cause I told you last time I was here. I’m… I’m sorry... ” “No! Don’t be! Don’t finish that! Please, Twilight, help me! We can do this together, I know we can… just a little…” “Goodbye, Celestia,” Twilight said. Firmly, and softly. A whisper into a void of soundlessness that she knew Celestia could hear anyways. She flapped her wings, once, twice, three times. She passed over Canterlot, or, what was left of Canterlot. Centuries had been cruel to the city, and not even Celestia’s stubborn magic could change that. Before long, Equus showed its ragged curvature, missing too many pieces in too many places, like a half-completed jigsaw puzzle. Twilight continued to flap her wings, forcing herself not to look back. Eventually, she did though, and when she did she was surprised by how much distance she had already placed between her and the pale blue little tennis ball. She was glad she looked back, though, because the sight of Equus collapsing into itself truly was a great sight. She blinked in bewilderment, wondering if her eyes were deceiving her, if she was experiencing some wishful, delusional hallucination. When a flare of yellow magic erupted next to her, she knew she wasn’t. For several moments, Twilight was speechless even if she desperately wished to speak, but as usual Celestia was quicker on the draw. “I hate it when you do that,” the white alicorn said simply. “Fine. You win, Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight did not speak. Together in the dark abyss of space, the two alicorns embraced, instead, and stood watching the final dance of rock and light that was home. When it was over, Celestia was once again the first voice in the darkness. “Well?” she asked, as if proposing they go off for ice cream. “Onwards?” Twilight nodded, and together they flew onwards into the darkness.