• Published 18th Oct 2019
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My Empire of Dirt - PrincessColumbia



Sunset Shimmer has been defeated at the Fall Formal, but something has gone drastically wrong and Principal Celestia must play magic detective to rescue Sunset from the fallout.

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Epilogue I - I knew the only peace I'd find is if this child was yours

Author's Note:

No, it's not quite done. Two more epilogues and I'll be able to put this one in the "complete" pile.

Also, I looked it up, and yes, "Nobel" means "Good Character." That's a direct translation.

It was Tuesday. The cafeteria was serving tacos, students were being loaded down with yet more homework (especially given the nearly wasted day Monday had turned out to be), and Canterlot High experienced it’s second day as a new nation.

Princess Cadence had made the trip through the mirror, joining the other three princesses in a special ceremony commemorating the events of the previous day, and in a fit of puckishness, Luna and Agent Armor conspired to arrange for his fiance, Dean Cadence, to put in an appearance as well.

It turned out to be a perfect photo op for the assembled press organizations; at one point the suggestion was floated and accepted that the assembled delegates and administrators with doubles present stand arranged around the portal. Principal Celestia agreed on the condition that none of her current students be in the photo for their protection, which to the amusement of Princess Twilight and Sunset meant that the native Twilight Sparkle was still going to wind up in the photo, but Sunset was not. The picture was sure to be one for the history books and would likely result in sold-out papers around the world; flanking the base of the Wondercolts statue was Celestia, Luna, Twilight, Shining Armor, and Cadence, with the royals from Equestria on one side standing in mirrored order to the educators and student on the other side.

To keep them from being mobbed by reporters, the students were restricted to the school’s grounds for the day, and with specific exceptions, the press were kept off the school property, a cordon formed of police, federal agents and Equestrian guards marking the “do not cross” line. The press relations staff on loan from the Federal Executive office and the Equestrian Royal Staff Core ran the show like a finely tuned engine, ensuring that the delegates, the ambassadors (also known as Princess Twilight and Sunset’s friends), and various members of the alphabet agencies that were authorized to speak with the press were given space when necessary, corralled any known "wingnut" publications from even gaining entry into the impromptu press corp., and one enterprising staffer had even arranged a food truck to arrive to cater to the unexpected crowd. Notable in their lack of interviews was Sunset Shimmer, Fluttershy, and the human Twilight Sparkle. Sunset had taken to calling the girl “SciTwi” as a nod to being a Good Character nominee when she had objected to the “Sparky” nickname after it’s third use.

SciTwi, Fluttershy, and Sunset became sort of a “safe haven.” Since distance and group pictures that happened to include the three were permitted while individual shots and interviews were not, they became a “safe home base,” as Pinkie had taken to calling them. Some member of their friend group would approach a group of reporters, answer some questions, mug for photos (that was mostly Rarity and Rainbow Dash, of course), then return to the spot near the school steps where the three girls were camped out.

The nearby clock tower chimed 2:00 PM, and that seemed to be the cue for the event to be over, as the various students, administrators, and Equestrians began congregating together, and the majority of the press began to pack up and leave.

The girls began planning the rest of their day, including dinner ideas. The consensus was that while burgers was the majority preference, in deference to their pony visitors they would aim for a fast casual pasta place. Agent Armor quietly issued orders over his radio to send an advance team to clear the restaurant.

The two Cadences were getting on like a house on fire, occasionally glancing in the direction of one or both of their paramours and giggling as they exchanged words the rest couldn’t hear but had both Shining Armor’s sweating for reasons they couldn’t quite identify.

Something that went unspoken that was being handled with balletic grace was keeping the two Celestias apart. All present but Cadence had seen the pair of them getting along like cats in a bag and had no desire to have an international incident because one of them said something the other took offense to.

Princess Celestia begged off going to dinner on the human side of the portal due to some affairs of state that needed attending to. Vice-principal Luna glanced over to her counterpart, who shook her head subtly. She’s just trying to get away…but maybe this is the time for answers…

Casually, as though she was simply headed in the same direction as the princess, she broke away from the group and caught up to Princess Celestia. The princess chose not to react, apparently content to let Luna dictate how this interaction would proceed. Fine then, she thought, You made this my empire of dirt, time to exercise some authority!

“I have questions.”

Celestia nodded slightly at he sister’s counterpart, “Always important to have questions, I’ve found that with time one’s mind only stays sharp by asking many questions.”

Luna glared at Celestia, but being wise to her own sister’s tactics for attempting to divert the conversation, she proceeded to ignore it, “Ever since you first came through and chose to start a fight with my sister, I’ve been pondering…why? What would cause you to randomly attack someone that happened to share a similar face and name? Because, for all our universes have…disturbing similarities, the likeness between you and my sister is mere coincidence.” Celestia didn’t react, save to clasp her hands behind her back under her cloak, the cut of her dress making her form now look like she had tucked her arms under a pair of wings. “In fact,” Luna continued, “I believe it has something to do with Sunset.” Still no reaction, so she continued. “It can’t be her well being under my sister’s care, else you wouldn’t have been in tears at the farm on Sunday."

That got a reaction. They were nearly to the portal now, but Celestia stopped in her tracks for a moment. She made to continue through the portal, but Luna grabbed the princess by the arm. "You've been hiding something. There's something you're keeping from everyone involved in this, probably as far back as when you first took Sunset in as your student. I think your sister knows, even if my sister is too...blinded by your similarity to her to notice. Sunset may suspect, but there's too much baggage for her to figure it out objectively. But I've been watching you; you...close up when Sunset is around and there's just something about your behavior…" Luna glared at Celestia, who was refusing to look Luna in the eye, instead her gaze looked through and beyond the portal surface. "...you're jealous!" gasped Luna.

That drew Celestia's eye, even if just for a flickering moment.

"You are! Over what?! You're a magical immortal princess of your world's most powerful nation! What could you possibly be jealous of a high school principal over?"

Celestia stood silently, not fighting the hand on her arm, though the storm of emotions in the princess’ eyes clearly betrayed that she would rather be anywhere else. The magical immortal princess looked up to see Sunset standing near her mortal, human counterpart, not looking back to the statue or Luna. She swallowed heavily, then sighed before finally speaking.

“Once upon a time,” she began, “in the magical land of Equestria, there was a mare that everyone thought had everything she could ever want. Her subjects fell over themselves to give her anything they thought she needed, but none could fill the hole in her heart. For you see, she had banished her sister so long ago that nobody remembered that she even had a sister.”

This raised some questions for Luna, of course, but she withheld them for now, more interested in what this mirror version of her sister had to say about Sunset.

“The princess was lonely, you see. She was surrounded by ponies, but she had nobody. And as the centuries passed, she began to look at the families that would come and go around her with longing. What she would give to have a family again, to be that close to somepony and share unmatched familial love, uncomplicated by the games of politics or traditions or the latest scandal of the week. And maybe, if the gods smiled on her and the universe decided she deserved something good for once, she would have someone else with whom to share the burden of immortality and the long stretches of the undiscovered country of the future.”

“So the princess started sneaking out of her own castle in disguise. She sought the seedier side of her kingdom, hoping to find someone that she could bed that wouldn’t necessarily care about the logical conclusion. Eventually, after numerous times with stallions, so many that she began to fear she may be infertile, she realized she was pregnant.”

The princess was now looking at the ground but seeing events as they happened many years before. Luna was suddenly so much less angry and now heartbroken, her imagination giving her just enough to understand a little of what this other being went through.

“There were...many ‘royal retreats’ that year, especially near the end of the pregnancy. Nobody knew; the secret was kept from everyone, even her most trusted advisors. There would be no record, no way for the world to discover that their precious princess had debased herself to lay with a mortal pony.”

Celestia’s eyes started to bead with tears, “The filly was born in winter, the princess had secured a private residence far from the capital in a small town that had seen better days so nopony would bother the single pony that had moved in at the end of an otherwise vacant street. The labor took hours, but she was gifted with a beautiful little filly. And for a brief, tiny, fractional moment of time,” she took a shuddering breath before continuing in a quavering voice, “She was finally happy. She had a family again, and the little filly was everything she had ever hoped...although the lack of wings was a minor let down.” Her lips turned up in a melancholy smile.

“And then...she realized how short-sighted she had been. She’d been so intent on getting the foal that she didn’t stop to consider having the foal.”

She paused in her story, watching Sunset as she chatted with her friends while the principal looked on. A single tear fell from its perch on her eyelashes and tracked a streak down her cheek.

“So the princess weaned the foal as quickly as she could without causing harm, and once again used the cover of night, this time to find an orphanage that was near the castle. Near enough she could watch the filly grow, but not so near that anyone could ever suspect where the...orphan had come from.”

Luna had let go of the princess by this point, hugging herself tightly.

The princess sniffed, daintily, practically majestically. After centuries spent in the public eye, Luna imagined that being the image of regal nobility must be an unconscious habit. Celestia swiped a hand against her cheek, using the back as though she still had hooves, “The princess watched the filly grow, watched someone else help her take her first steps, watched someone else be there for her first playground injury, watched someone else teach her about growing into a mare...watched another pony be there, but never a mother. She was never adopted.”

“Of course, when the filly started showing uncommon magical ability and intellect far outstripping her peers, that gave the princess the perfect excuse to bring the filly in as her own personal student. Why, with somepony so talented, it was practically expected.” A tiny flicker of pride and joy sparked very briefly in the eyes that had seen centuries fly by, “And the filly was brilliant! The princess was barely able to keep up, feeding the voracious appetite for knowledge and seeking avenues to channel the ambition of her secret daughter.” The light dimmed, Celestia returned to looking at the ground but seeing something else, “But a princess is not a mother, and a mentor, no matter how well-meaning, will never…” she choked a sob, her voice tightening with regret, “...will never be called ‘mommy.’”

The princess turned to look Luna in the eye, “You know the rest of the story. The student never learned she was secretly the princess’ daughter, and through a series of mistakes on the princess’ part the filly would find herself stranded on an alien world, in an alien body, having nothing but her wits and will to survive by. And yet she thrived, while the princess would only be able to find another student, one who would eventually find a way to free her sister from banishment, then start eclipsing the princess as she became more and more of a leader of ponies far faster than the princess could have expected her to.”

Luna’s anger at Princess Celestia had been snuffed out. She realized she could never condone what the princess had done, but she could understand it, and knew that there was nothing anyone in her world...or possibly any world...could do to Celestia that would hurt worse than what she had already done to herself. “You should tell her.” The words escaped her lips before she even realized she had thought them.

Celestia smiled sadly. “No, I couldn’t do that to her. She deserves a mother...a mom. What could I give her that she doesn’t already have?” she nodded her head in the direction of the subject of their conversation.

Luna looked over to see her sister’s arm draped over Sunset’s shoulders, the girl wrapping her arm around her new mom’s waist, Sunset’s friends laughing at something Pinkie was saying while making some sort of overblown gesture that Luna couldn’t possibly guess the purpose of. When Luna looked back to reply, the princess had already gone through the portal, the hem of her dress disappearing with a water-like ripple in the stone surface.