Sisters Forever

by Arya Stark

The Second

A secret shall not happen on the winter solstice at the coming of warding.

An illness must take place in a tower for the sake of wisdom.

In the deep recesses of the castle, the golden white mare whinnied in distress, her neck straining as her legs flailed in a seizure. It was late, dark, and nothing kept the cold, harsh nip of the air out but the small fire on the far side of the room, casting an eerie orange glow around the room. Nothing seemed to be able to keep the cold leaking in, and the mare shivered as she strained, a uncomfortable mix of heat through her veins and cold biting her pelt making her feel feverish.

She had to focus on the birthing, she knew that. But visions plagued her, dark visions, and she couldn’t help but scream as the moon collided with the sun right before her eyes, sending the world spiraling into…

The charismatic judge will finally approve with the thirsty hare for the sake of pessimism.

The White must evolve or a promise shall occur .

The Black will finally last with the doomed gambler for the sake of romance.

It will never delve after sunset.

Fluids surrounded Sun Burn’s pelvis as she strained her pelt damp with sweat. The smell of blood stung her nostrils, and with a scream of pain, hooves flailing, the birthing mare strained one last time, before with a violent shudder, a small black filly slivered out into the world.

Panting, Sun Burn wanted nothing more than to slip into a deep slumber, but it wasn’t over. Arching her neck, she shook out her mane before reaching forward and using her teeth, bit through the sack around the wet, limp bundle. A dark filly spilled out with umbilical fluids, her filly fur plastered against her small body, looking like an ungainly, deformed creature.

Hovering over her new filly, panic filled Sun Burn as she inhaled the scent. Her filly wasn’t breathing.

A great madness will devastate the land.
Objects will fall from the skies.
Only a sister’s love will save the world.

“Black Knight!” She cried out, and then started lapping at the wet fur furiously, trying to get the cold blood flowing.

The doors burst open, and the black stallion came galloping in. Excitement and pride radiated off him, chin arched, until he saw his mate’s expression. “What? What is it?” He asked.

Before she could answer, another vision plagued her, and with a whinny, she fell back, her spine arched in a dangerous angle.

The Black must not rise or a relationship beginning shall not take place .

A change of direction must not happen with the clever fighter.

The clever Princess shall not gasp.

“She’s not breathing!” Sun Burn whinnied, trying to shake the vision away. It was harder than anything she had ever done, like swimming though molasses infested waters.

Immediately her mate was at her side. Together, the parents rubbed the fur of the filly the wrong way to warm her up. After what seemed forever, the small black filly took in a weak, shaky breath, and promptly started whining and squirming blindly for her mother’s milk.

But before she could complete the actions, another plagued her, and with a scream of despair, the mother arched again, eyes dialating.

The charismatic reaver will finally disobey.

She will never embark at camp.

She shall jibe.

A thwarted plan will never happen with the paranoid bard near a farm on a cloudy day.

An agreement must take place .

It will never mutter near a stable.

“Sun Burn?” Her mate’s voice was distant, foggy, and the mare gasped as she forced herself in the present, blinking furiously. “Sun Burn!”

“The filly,” she gasped for breath, and her mate, with a frown of concern, bent over the bundle again, gently smelling and prodding the filly over.

“She is fine,” Black Knight spoke softly to his mate, touching his muzzle to her briefly before turning to look at their newest daughter.

The coat was mostly black, though dark swirling patterns could be seen in the spikey mane of the daughter. Darker hooves glowed eerily against the firelight, and the small bundle cast a intriguing shadow upon the wall. The position of the filly caused the shadow to perform a small, half-moon shape, just as the wind gave a violent gust, shoving the curtains aside. Stars twinkled brightly, reflecting in the filly’s pelt.

The parents let out a collective sigh of relief and admiration, the same moment the great oaken doors were shoved open again, and a small white filly came bursting in.

“Is it here? Is my brother here?” the small filly demanded, cantering over. Straining her neck, she barely saw over the bed line, to where her suckling sibling was.

Nickering in amusement, Sun Burn nuzzled her newest daughter closer to her side. “Yes, Celestia, she is here.”

The small filly tilted her head, studying her new sibling, and then wrinkled her muzzle in distaste. “She?”

“Yes, she,” Black Knight smiled, nudging his eldest daughter betwixt the ears. “Celestia, meet your sister, Luna.”

Small hooves leaving an indent on the bed, the young filly strained her neck to view her sister. Her ears twitched at the black bundle, squeaking and suckling, spilling milk down her mouth. Her eyes narrowed, ears laid flat, and with dignity, she returned to all fours on the ground, drew her shoulders up, and spoke to her parents.

“I wanted a brother.”

Then, without further comment, the white sun-filly turned and trotted out, leaving her parents and sister behind.

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“Aren’t her eyes supposed to be open by now?”

“Hush. She is sleeping.”

Weird scents and sounds were surrounding her, making her squeak. She wanted to go back to the warmth, but she couldn’t find it, couldn’t smell it. Where was that milky scent, the one that if she found it, filled her stomach so nicely, made her sleep?

“My eyes were open when I was born,” Came the squeaky voice again. Luna recoiled, squeaking. The voice was mean, she didn’t like it. It wasn’t that soft, warm comforting sound that surrounded her.

“Hush, Celestia, you don’t know that,” came another voice. She heard this voice often, it wasn’t that warm milky voice, but it was better than the other.

“Well, her eyes aren’t supposed to be closed.”

Luna squeaked in protest as a velvety muzzle was shoved by hers, and she whinnied in pain as something sharp landed on her ears. She focused hard on moving her legs, trying to squirm away from the pain.

“Celestia! Celestia, get your hooves out of here, stop bothering your sister.”

“Hmph,” the harsh voice snorted, and by her ear, she felt another nip, causing her to wither in pain again. Then, the presence was gone, and Luna allowed herself to relax once again.

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[Magnolian Turtle]

OMG, my two favorite things: MLP and then a GoT reference...
Love the story so far! Right now I'm just looking for different stories to read--I just started my account today and found this. Any tips?