"Celestia, I - don't understand. What's going on?" Twilight asked, voice shaking with anticipation of the answer. Celestia opened her eyes, irises flicking back and forth between raging orange and peaceful violet. "I have fallen," she replied.
While dealing with the emotional fallout, post Celestia's failed retirement, Twilight begs a favor for the future. This unveils the depth of their feelings.
The duality of the Two Sisters has always been a mystery. Despite being opposites they have ruled together for thousands of years, and the world keeps on turning. How is this possible, and could true Harmony be more sinister that it seems?
If your entire life was nothing but an endless expanse of ordered grey, what would you do? If freedom and expression and imagination had been robbed from you, what would you do? What would Twilight Sparkle do?
Nightmare Moon is defeated. A new dawn has finally come. One stallion looks at the setting moon at the horizon, wondering whether he did the right thing by helping Celestia imprison the mare he loves.
I didn't know they would kill. The words echoed in her head, holding the charred remains of her sister, eyes puffy and swollen. The charred remains of her home a reminder to the great battle.
Twilestia fanfiction: My view of Celestia and Twilight, with Celestia having years of sadness to shed. There are a lot of sweet, tender moments, but marked teen because of later events.