The great Celestia, most beloved of ponykind, crouches, head bowed.
Kneels! She kneels to me! For a moment, disbelief overrules my senses —
(Of course she kneels, in her desperation. Ponies have neglected my night for a millennium, and I am done humoring her pleas. It is year 999 of the Celestial Era, and she has summoned me to her gardens, in the moonshadow of the statue of Discord. I am swathed in black and iron.)
“Sister.” Her golden voice breaks, and with it, my vertigo. “Please. There must be another way.”
I stare at her through purple haze and cold eyes. My mind insists I am gripped by vengeance. My heart is less certain.
“Another way?” Even as the mocking words leave my mouth, they feel rehearsed. (They were. She is predictable and I am prepared.) “Still thou dost not understand, sister.”
Celestia’s face angles up as I speak. Her eyes flick around the gardens, then lock in to mine. She opens her mouth, stops, tries again, lets her jaw hang. Blinks as if disoriented.
Something is wrong. Is she stalling? I ought to fling my Elements in her face and depart before she springs a trap. But I hesitate: some inner voice whispers — (A millennium of unbearable isolation. Barren rock, festering rage.) — that that way lies madness.
Celestia closes her eyes sorrowfully and stands. “My beloved sister … you are right.”
What?
That is not how this meeting goes. My sister is too proud. For generations she has begged for tolerance, pleaded for reason, but refused to concede a single scrap of respect to my frustrations. “Luna, your night is so cool and peaceful! When would you have them sleep?” “Luna, there isn’t enough light for them to work by the stars.” “Luna, you’re being foalish again. Of course they love you.” Dismissal upon dismissal, each a tiny wound upon my heart.
But tonight: “I’ve tried my best — yet here we stand. Clearly I don’t understand. I’ve failed you, Lulu. I’m sorry.”
To finally hear those words wrenches at me. “Sister,” I respond with poor grace, “I am certain thou art — but that will not move the moon.”
“Alright,” she says quietly. “Then tell me … why?”
“Thou knowest!” I snap. “They relish thy day. They shun my beautiful night.”
She looks deep into me, her eyes welling with tears. “Not that. You know that I can’t wave a wing and change ponykind — and yet you're here with me. Why?”
Celestia is vulnerable, earnest — small despite her towering size. In that fragility, her gaze holds mine as surely as any cockatrice’s. This is a sister I have not seen in … (a thousand years.) … a long time.
Part of me screeches incoherently, impatient to unleash devastation. Another part of me whispers that I should not have come here at all. (“No — your highness — don’t —”) “Tia,” the remainder says, teeth clenched.
Why, indeed. I wanted my rebellion to mean something. I wanted to laugh in triumph as comprehension dawned upon her muzzle. But now that the moment has arrived … the dark part of me is oddly silent. This is too, too bitter.
She sees my hesitation. Her breath catches.
“Tia,” I snarl again, closing my eyes and steeling myself. “Make this no harder than it must be. Submit.”
“Lulu —” she pauses, infinitesimally, but her voice is strong — “Wait. Listen. Trade with me, and take the day.”
My eyes snap open. She is serious.
* * *
A generation passes.
They call me Aurora. I am loved. It is all I ever desired.
* * *
I sit upon the balcony, as I do each nightfall, drinking in the sweep of the stars as Celestia glides down from her raising. She lands, staggers over, and sags against me. I rest a forehoof on her withers and hold her in a hug. She buries her muzzle in the rainbow of my mane, nuzzles my neck, and gasps for breath.
(It is springtime, year 50 of the Auroran Era; 1049 CE under the old Celestial calendar. The remodel of Everfree Castle is almost complete. Equestria's borders have expanded so far that my sister and I were called to subdue the Three-Headed Beast of Canter Peak with the Elements of Harmony. Equestria prospers. I am loved. It is all I ever desired.)
Celestia’s struggle to adjust is often visible upon her muzzle. Her night comes, as mine once did, with endless responsibility. My day comes with endless energy. I understand now why running Equestria once came so naturally to her: she required outlets for her excess radiance.
In the years since our averted war, I have assumed that oversight. In addition, I have written an encyclopædia, 17 novels, and 24 doctoral theses. I have mastered all major strategy games save lapides; even there, only a dozen mortal ponies can still force me to take a handicap. I have begun tutoring the magical students Celestia no longer has time to teach, and in the process have singlehornedly founded a new branch of thaumaturgy.
Despite her perpetual exhaustion, my sister seems unexpectedly content. Lacking the vitality to maintain a thousand years of accumulated obligation, she has begun to shed it; and as I have thrown myself into the necessities of leadership, she has been able to focus upon the old friends who bring her the greatest joy.
But tonight, as strength returns to her legs, that contentment is elusive. I look straight into the eyes of my older sister, at the stardrift mane that perches incongruously above her dappled dirty-white coat, and smile encouragingly. “My dear Tia. Thy sky is lovely.”
She shakes her head, turns from my gaze. “I … I’m an amateur. Five decades, and I’m still spilling the Milky Way across half the sky. And I realized tonight that I’ve been maintaining the Hyades so irregularly they’ve split into a double cluster.”
“Oh, Tia.” Without looking, I wingpoint just west of northwest, 32 degrees from the horizon. “Chi Perseus and ha Perseus? That was far from my only double cluster. It is simply the only one that survives. I long ago encouraged the rest to scatter.”
“On top of that,” she continues, raising her voice, “I let Markab and Homam drift too far apart for most of last month. I don’t look forward to telling the astronomers about August’s new meteor shower. Let’s not even discuss that sordid collision of Fagen and Ankaa —”
“Tia.” I cut her off firmly. I still do not understand her disproportionate horror at her first stellar impact — it took me six centuries to be rid of mine; and I had warned her to expect them in large quantities that never materialized — but for the conversation to turn to her solitary failure would be unproductive. “Thou art making it thy sky. Its beauty will follow only and ever from its imperfections. Dost thou remember … once upon a time, thou wert driven to madness by why I made Pegasus the largest equine constellation?”
She considers, for long moments. Recognition sparks in her eyes as I am about to explain. ”… You placed the horn on the wrong end, didn’t you.”
I giggle. “I moved it above the flank and declared it intentional.”
Her laughter explodes forth, and I am swept up. Our amusement spirals, soars. It is a punchline I have yearned to share for a thousand years with somepony who understands, and soon it is less laughter than catharsis, clinging to each other as our spasms and gasps shake a great weight from our hearts. Our guards peer through the balcony door, in prudent yet unnecessary concern. Finally — flat upon the stone, under her beautiful, glorious, clumsy sky — we recover our breath.
“Lulu,” she asks, out of nowhere, “are you happy?”
“Of course.” I stare into her eyes, willing the universe to sing along with my voice, no mere words able to capture the majesty of my response. If Equestria’s salvation had rested at that moment upon my ability to rein in my smile, I would have doomed us all. “And thou?”
There is a second in which her expression freezes, a deer in the spotlight — (his muzzle — perfectly groomed moustache and too-white teeth — is agape in shock and bewilderment as we lock eyes) — and then Celestia relaxes into an easy and genuine smile. “Yes, Lulu. I am.” Her joy is so palpable, so absolute, that my strange figment of thought falls away.
Nothing more is said — nothing more need be said — for several minutes. We lie in sororal embrace, sage-blue and roan-grey. Half our world is smothered in a blanket of darkness, half trimmed in the glimmering gemstones of night, and her moon, her moon, wraps our bodies in the pale gauze of its light.
Finally, the smoldering question burns its way to my lips. “Tia,” I ask softly, “what made thee give up thy sun?”
Silence stretches into awkwardness, then discomfort. I am about to retract the question when her words stumble forth: “The bigger question is why it took me so long.” Her voice is distant. “It hurt me to see your pain, Lulu. I was scared of it — of what would happen to Equestria if one of us ever gave in to it, even once. So I sought refuge from those fears in duty. I thought you would have to see reason if I could lead by example. But that night in the garden …”
(It was 999 CE. Ponies had neglected my night for a millennium, and I was done humoring her pleas …)
“I knew I had failed, but I didn’t know what else to do. I saw you holding Equestria hostage, Lulu. I saw only a choice between love and duty.” She sighs. “And I had to choose duty! Otherwise eternal night would have ended ponykind, in ice or in starvation. But something stopped me. A … little voice, a deep inner regret, a whisper of what we faced …”
(A millennium of unbearable isolation.)
“A millennium of unbearable isolation,” we chorus — then stop, startled.
(barren rock, festering rage, stellar conjunction, darkness resurgent —)
The phantom thoughts surge unbidden. I flinch. They are vivid, all too plausible. I try to distract myself, eyes darting around the sky, locking in on the moon. (barren rock, festering rage — barren rock, festering rage —)
Something inside me starts screaming. I jolt to my hooves, blindly bodyslam the balcony door open, and dash into the tower.
(Stellar conjunction, darkness resurgent — spectral flensing, rebirth — sunshine, springtime, bright balloons, squealing foals — the shocked, moustached muzzle — “No, your highness, don’t —”)
A voice drags me back to awareness. “Oh, stars. Lulu!” she shouts. “Luna! … Aurora! … Sister!”
I blink — (“each eye-blink is a day; each minute is a year.”) — and focus on Celestia’s frightened eyes. I am balled up behind her bed, body shaking, cheeks wet. Three guards are hovering nervously; one is wingsprinting down to the castle.
At my reaction, Celestia lunges in desperately, neck arcing against mine, sobbing. “Oh, stars. Sister.”
“T-tia,” I whimper. “What is going on?”
“Little sister. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you. I love you.”
* * *
After an exhaustive battery of negative tests, the Royal Physician diagnoses it as a stress reaction exacerbated by overwork, and strictly forbids me from continuing to plan the upcoming Summer Sun Celebration. Though it is to be my 50th, I pass oversight to a hastily assembled committee.
I do not attend Celestia’s raisings for a month, and avoid being outdoors at night. The visions fade. By unspoken agreement, we do not speak of that night in the garden again.
* * *
“I’m sorry I’m late,” she says, trotting in behind the hornshimmer of the opening door. “It’s great to …”
My pupil and I look up from our studies. Celestia’s words and motion both lurch to a halt.
(It is springtime, 144 AE. Our Elements of Harmony embrace ever more of the world. We have cleaned out the monster nests from the old Dragon Kingdoms, unsealing the Tartar Caverns underneath the Palace Draconic to create habitations for the beasts who friendship will not reform. Those who see reason are given liberty and surface land, and soon Mythologia is a flourishing trade partner. Equestria prospers. I am loved. It is all I ever desired.)
The filly’s face lights up. “Auntie Tia! Art thou here to teach me magic, as well?” The Everfree Court has, over several generations, fallen back into the High Speech that Celestia once discouraged; the common dialect that she prefers is beginning to sound anachronistic.
“I, ah, not tonight, Star Sparkle,” Tia says, gifting me a subtle glare as the filly’s muzzle falls. “I was told your granddam was here?”
Guilt drags my stomach into my bowels. Star Sparkle the Younger, despite her age, is the most promising mage of our generation. Star Sparkle the Elder is a dear friend of Celestia's. Of a sudden, my tutelage — especially during these evening hours — feels like theft.
“Oh, sister,” I say, voice radiant with love and empathy. “It is but Star Sparkle’s lessons, tonight. The message of her arrival must have miscarried. But if it pleaseth thee —” I leap to my hooves as the final sentence deflects from her retreating flanks and ruffled wings. “Sister! Oh, feathers.”
Celestia is hurtling out into the night at such velocity that I am obliged to teleport into her path. “Tia! Wait!” She curves left; I flap to block. “Tia!” In a flurry of wings, she airbrakes to avoid a collision.
Cornered, she lashes out. “So when you missed two of my raisings last week, were those ‘but Star Sparkle’s lessons’?”
“No, Tia! I was —”
“My best friend’s grandfoal! How long have you been teaching her, Aurora?”
I stare, shocked. Her mud-grey muzzle is not yet so dark that I cannot see the flush spread across it. We hover, speechless, for a heartbeat.
“Rorie! I — I didn’t mean …”
“I know thou didst not,” I say gently, bringing a cerulean forehoof up to her shoulder. “Thou art upset. I love thee, Tia.”
“My best mortal friend. She — I have so few —” She begins to cry. “Oh, Ror— oh, Lulu. You’ll always be my Lulu …”
“Sshhhh.” I hold her, heart sinking. I know where her isolation will inevitably lead. When her tears are spent, I close my eyes, and say faintly: “Dost thou wish thy sun back?”
“What?” she starts, and I know I have struck home. “No.”
“The truth, Tia,” I say as gently as the warmth of a spring day.
I hear her swallow. “The truth? I … yes, I miss it, sister, but that does not mean I want it! I — oh, feathers. Lulu … are you happy?”
“What?” I ask, suspicious of the subject change, but look at her as I answer decisively: “Yes.”
“Then I am, too. I’m doing this for you. I only ever was.” She sighs. “It has been a hard season, sister. That’s all. You survived a millennium of this — you know its highs and lows.”
I do. I know all of the red flags, as well. “Thou speakest of ‘surviving’ it, Tia. If it tortures thee as it did me — then ’tis only fair we share it.”
Fear, then determination, flare up in her eyes. “I will be fine. I promise.”
I stifle my unease and take her at her word.
* * *
The beast writhes, wrapped in rainbows, loosing an earth-shaking roar. Then it falls — a mountain of scales and spines crashing across our entire horizon — and the earth does shake. I flap against the sudden rush of air. Tia staggers, fights for footing. The dragon thrashes, lies still.
I land. The black, star-speckled alicorn at my side lets out a long sigh. I wrap a comforting white wing around her.
(It is springtime, 208 AE. With their old wilds reclaimed, the dragon migrations have turned to depredations. We have finally subdued the last and largest of their raiding parties. Even the gryphons now make overtures for peace. Equestria is the shining glory of the world, and an era of golden empire lies open before us. I am loved. It is all I ever desired.)
It is our moment of victory, but there is no triumph in her voice, only an exhaustion as deep as her midday shadow. “Let’s go home,” she says. “I’m so tired.”
I open my mouth to respond, and am interrupted by a crackle of magical energy. I step back, surprised. Tia’s eyes widen. Space unfolds. A scroll — made of a parchment foreign to Everfree — appears in a gout of green dragon’s-fire, and bounces to a rest at our feet.
Her eyes betray guilt. “Celestia,” I say, evenly, “what is that?” Her jaw works soundlessly. I snatch the scroll in horn and read:
Dear Princess Celestia,
Oh! That IS a good question. I don’t know … but I’m sending Rainbow Dash for my reference books now. It may take a little while. Don’t worry — we’ve still got an hour before your sun needs to set and Luna’s moon needs to rise. That’s a tight deadline to break such a complex, ambitious, and sloppy enchantment, but you’re the most amazing mage in all of Equestria. If anyone can do it, you can.
Also, both of your vital signs look good, but I can’t take anything for granted since neither the monitor nor the machine itself were designed for the indefinite lifespan of alicorns.
Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle
Now it is my turn for speechlessness. “Explain,” I order.
”… Oh, Rorie,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I didn’t want …” At my glare, she swallows, starts anew. “She says she’s the Element of Magic, far in the future, and the two of us —”
“I am not,” I interrupt, raising my voice, “interested in the beliefs of the mentally ill.”
“But she knows things. The visions —”
“I am not inquiring of this Twilight!” I shout. “I am inquiring of thee! Is thy life truly so miserable that thou must turn to the fancies of madmares for solace?”
”She knows things we’ve seen that I haven’t told anyone!”
“Then perhaps she is the source of them!” When Celestia hesitates, I press on, more quietly. “Thou promised thou wert bearing thy duties without suffering.”
“I am,” she says quietly. “I just didn’t want to upset you until I could be certain.”
“Certain of what? A foal’s time-travel tale?!”
Celestia draws herself to her full height, staring upward into my eyes defiantly. “Yes, Aurora. Because I’m convinced it’s the truth, and if you’ll just listen to reason for ten seconds …”
I narrow my eyes, humoring her. One … two …
She takes a deep breath. “According to Twilight, that night in the garden, we … failed to reconcile. We fought. I banished you to the moon.”
(barren rock, festering rage —) … three … four …
“A thousand years later, you returned to bring eternal night once more, but she and her friends stopped you with the Elements of Harmony. The two of us finally reunited, with a millennium between us. So I suggested we disguise ourselves to attend a carnival — and be sisters, normal sisters, for a day.”
(sunshine, springtime, bright balloons, squealing foals —) … five … six … seven …
“There was a large magical machine on the midway — its unicorn inventors called it the ‘Grand Nostalgic Chronophagic Regret Eradicator 2000.’ Step inside it, and for a few minutes —”
… eight … nine —* No. This is entirely too convenient, and I see where this is going.
“NO.”
Celestia keeps trying to speak. The Royal Canterlot Voice drowns it out. My body hovers. The rocky ground starts to heatshimmer. The fallen dragon whimpers, eyes wide at my rage, and tries to drag himself away.
“NO, NIGHT-MARE. DO NOT FURTHER INSULT TWO CENTURIES OF DEAREST FRIENDSHIP. MY LOVE FOR THEE IS NO ILLUSION TO SALVE MY REGRETS.”
Celestia flinches as if struck. Her eyes tear up — though from my words, or the hot, scouring wind, I cannot tell. She mouths a word that might be “But —”
“THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER. FOR THE SAKE OF OUR BELOVED EQUESTRIA, THOU WILT CONVERSE NO MORE WITH TWILIGHT SPARKLE.”
* * *
Forty-five years later, the moon fails to yield for the dawn.
I find Celestia in the garden. She is swathed in black and iron.
“My beloved sister,” I say with infinite kindness. “Not only I, but the world who also loves thee, begs thee: Stand down.”
(“No, your highness, don’t —”)
She shakes her head. I kneel and bow. “Then take back thy rightful day. It better suits thee than this ... this lunacy.”
“And still you don’t understand,” she says, her silver voice breaking.
My blood instantly runs cold. ”… Twilight.”
Tia is silent. I stand, heart ripping asunder. “Oh, sister. I understand — but I reject. See reason! Thou fell prey to a dark force manipulating thy pain! Thy fancies about my regrets improve not with repetition, nor gain in truth by holding thy world hostage.”
“No. You don’t understand why I’m here.”
“I understand vengeance. Bitterness. 250 years of unrewarded exhaustion, punctuated by a sundering which I do deeply regret. Sister … there is another way. We have shown it once already.”
“I’m here,” she continues, as if I had said nothing, “to save us both. I figured it out. To break the enchantment, the regret once erased must be restored.”
I can but laugh helplessly. “Art thou listening to thyself, sister? Discord, then. It can only be.”
“It’s not. I’ll tell you how I know.”
I have failed her. Somehow … I have failed. I tell myself that at least Equestria might yet be saved.
I raise wings of light; the garden shines as day. Celestia crouches, and the cold and ironic power of Nightmare Moon gathers and swirls around her.
Then she whispers from within her dark haze: “My beloved sister … you were right.”
What?
“The regret wasn’t yours. Once you realized the machine was malfunctioning … you came in to save me.”
I hesitate. She lunges.
Darkness falls.
Cover image is by AokiBengal, used under Creative Commons license.
Thanks go out to Silver Quill for editing; Electric Keet for assistance with the conbook-published version; and my prereaders.
EDIT: Please note, comments below CONTAIN MAJOR SPOILERS. The story is pretty short. I really recommend you give it a shot before scrolling further.
There are certain points in time which can not be changed. Certain events which MUST happen. And though we may rail against them with all the power we possess, though we may know where every pitfall lies and plot for ourselves a course to dance safely past each one, fate is inescapable. Even for ones as long-lived as they.
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I'm a little confused over the last few lines. What's the "machine"?
Anyway that doesn't take from it. Faved like a mofo. I love AU and I love stories that deal with inevitability and fate, and this is both! Perfect combination.
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Dr.who!!!!!
A strange story but it does raise the old philosophical question: when is it that the bad choice is also the right choice?
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That was the idea, though I didn't bother looking up the quote. It seemed fitting.
1122985 Glad you liked it! As to your question, the "machine" refers directly back to the story Celestia told in the previous section. It's worth control+F searching the page for "machine" to find the relevant explanation, because what Celestia believes about their situation is central to her actions in the final scene. (Forgive me for being vague here, but I want to minimize the premature spoilers for folks who might skim the comments before reading. I can lay it out via PM if I'm not being helpful enough.)
1122797 Although I think this story would have suffered from a gratuitous Doctor Whooves cameo, he'll definitely get a chance to meet Celestia and Luna later on. I'm working on a longer story (okay, a crack crossover) that digs into the alicorns' origins, and he definitely plays a part.
1123111 It's also an odd variation on that theme, in that the reader has knowledge that Celestia and Aurora don't, and interpreting the grey areas relies on that.
Thanks, all, for responding and appreciating!
Well, that was a mind screw.
(From my very limited understanding, Celestia enters a time machine in our timeline. Luna, realizing something is wrong, follows her. This [somehow] creates a parallel timeline where Celestia was successful in negotiating with Luna/Nightmare Moon and doesn't banish her. Eventually, our Twilight is able to contact alternate!Celestia and tell her of the temporal shenanigans; which have apparently caused our Celestia and Luna to become gravelly ill. Alternate!Luna is pissed off about this for some reason and forbids alternate!Celestia from communicating with our Twilight. Alternate!Celestia continues communications with Twilight and eventually confronts alternate!Luna with the intention of setting right that which went wrong and restoring the original timeline to it's non-shenaniganed self.) (Inb4 I'm totally wrong.)
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I've read it again. I was extremely tired before and I think I must have forgotten half of that scene right after reading it.
Sign of a good writer is that their writing can pull a story through even when the reader is too dense to realise they skipped a page.
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I quite liked this. You do a great job creating drama with the two sisters, and the first scene in particular fits a lot of emotion into a small space. There's a sense throughout the whole thing that something is subtly wrong, and that keeps the tension going during the quieter parts of the second act. I stopped a couple of times to wonder if this was supposed to be before Luna's banishment or after because the clues seemed to be pointing in both directions, and it was cool to see that the answer was "both."
Still, I have to say that the ending didn't live up to the rest of the story. It's mostly an introspective meditation on love and jealousy, but as soon as Twilight shows up we're dealing with time machines and alternate realities and the whole thing gets a bit silly. It wasn't enough to derail the story entirely, but it didn't seem to fit with the rest of what you were doing. You built some wonderful personal conflicts here, and I was hoping to see a more personal resolution.
I don't think it was a TIME machine per se. More like....
SPOILER ALERT!!!
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A machine that showed you your life without your biggest regret.
Definitely Interesting though I found the time confusion in the beginning to slow me down, but I quickly got over that as it became kind of a driving force to figure out when this is taking place. I even like the hint that the time spent in there for the Alicorns is drastically different than normal ponies. Minutes for a mortal is nothing to the princesses. I'm always interested in the concept of time to immortals.
Well, I have to admit, this seems pretty interesting. Intriguing setup, and the whole 'what-if' thing and the explorations of causality is cool, and very well written,
Won't be reading more of it, though, now that I know that Dr. Hooves fancharacter is going to get involved. Sorry, but I just have an immense, frothing dislike for the fancharacter (and the series he's based on. I also dislike crossovers in general). Shame, because I was looking forward to it, but putting him in is a deal-breaker for me and fics.
I hope the people who like it love it, though. Seems like you know what you're doing. Hooves is just an instant no-sell for me, is all. Good work, though.
Oh I think I get it, I think I get it now!!!
*SPOILERS!*
The whole event of Luna becoming the spirit of sun right after her first transformation as nightmare moon had made her give up on her hatred, but everything she did, it was given to her, because Celestia explained, that while they pretended to be normal sisters at a carnival, they came by an unicorn inventor that could do something I believe would be a pocket dimension of "what if" and the consequences of the "what ifs", telling Luna this, made Luna realise that everything that made her happy, were nothing, but a dream world, caused by Celestia's reckless magic to manipulate the machine to keep Luna's happy life going. Luna also fear Twilight because Twilight are trying to undo Celestia's magic to keep the pocket universe going and free both Luna and Celestia from Celestia's reckless kindness.
And the grey text, are hints of Luna's true memories. That she had spent a 1000 years on the moon.
Suffering from being alone.
It is currently marked as complete, yet from what the author says he has further plans.
How exactly is that going to look like?
So.... timey-wimey, alternate history, messages from Twi in the future, despite alternate history there are events that are fixed and the alicorn sisters' positions are switched?
Pleaaase can someone clear this up for me? I'm so confused
Regardless, thumbs up, faved, and watching you Will your longer story involving Doctor Whooves be linked to this one?
Well if Back to the Future and Red Alert have taught us anything, it's that time travel is too dangerous and you have to accept the past and move on.
1162570 1163031 1162935 Sorry -- I was being unclear. "No Regrets" is complete and self-contained. I have another, unrelated, story planned that deals with Luna and Celestia's origins; and Doctor Whooves will have a minor role in that one. (If you hate Whooves, you can skip it.)
I'll get to the other comments/questions in a bit.
Pardon the spoilers but if i undestand this
There is no time travel, Luna and Celestia are stuck in a dream machine forcing them to live through their lives with out Celestia's greatest regret, the machine having been designed for short lived ponies has left them unconscious for some time as it churns through centuries of memories and creates a thousand year long alternate history. The final battle scene is Celestia attempting to recreate the regrettable event that she tried to erase so that she and her sister can get out of the machine with out having to live through another 750 years of alternate and rather painful history.
Tell me if i'm wrong horizon.
That was good. Liked, fav'd, and followed.
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Ohhhhh OK
Had to read that twice.
That was fantastic. Love the concept, the diction, the conclusion. One of the most haunting fimfics, done without verbiage or gore.
For those still confused: Celestia tries a "Regret Eradicator" at a carnival. The machine shows what could have happened if Celestia had given Luna the sun. But it was not designed for immortal beings. To break the "complex, ambitious, and sloppy enchantment", Luna enters herself and becomes Nightmare Moon, as she once did.
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Several of your explanations are basically correct, but the best summary of the (greytext version) of the story's events is by 1164248 . Nicely spotted, I_S. Of possible interest: I'll be posting some bonus material that provides an alternate look at the story's events from the "outside" POV.
1155653 That's a fair cop, and this might explain it: I started with the, for lack of a better term, external framing concept, and then realized that the story I could tell within it was the truly compelling one. Several prereaders (and comments ... including yours) said that the greytext mystery is a crucial element in driving the story, so I didn't want to ditch the frame entirely. I had hoped to transition from the introspective meditation to the outer frame more gracefully, but the story was stripped down to its bones to fit in the EFNW conbook. (I tried re-expanding it after printed publication, but it kept losing the sparseness that gave it its punch.) I appreciate the feedback, though.
1166664 Thanks for the high praise! I do have to credit my RP forum's Luna for help with the distinctive, stilted yet natural diction. She's a master.
Daaaang! That really... just... dang.
Ok...
I DD some math, and I figure that if the spell ends when they reach the present then they would be in the machine for approximately 16 hours.
However if it ends with the ponies death then it is indefinite or untilled the operator dies or the machine fully breaks down.
Also never trust Flim and Flam.
Lastly, what is real and what is recall?
had to do it.
Oh also this is the first time I ever read a story twice in a row.
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Wasn't even thinking about the possibility of a Lotus-Eater Machine. Stupid Wrong Genre Savvy.
1167591 Math sounds right, thanks for the compliment, and bonus points for being the first commenter to catch the cameo. (1/2 EASTER EGGS FOUND)
First, A solo EQD feature and less then 80 thumbs? Madness!
*SPOILERS*
Also, this was fantastic, I read through it quickly the first time on break today and read it again at home just now and I must say now that it makes sense it is great.
The whole repentance and kind of selfishness that Celestia portrays is new and compelling. I mean she knows the entire time that all of this is not real and starts it for herself but is willing to grin and bare to let Luna have a small slice of happiness even if it is not real.
The grey text at first was confusing but on the second read through it actually has the opposite effect and is what makes it all come together.
I will say that at least from my take on it all the ending is a bit short and a tad confusing. I think one or two more lines from either sister could round things out in a way that would make it feel more complete.
Lastly, Was Flim Flam supposed to be an Easter Egg? You say two unicorns and a crazy contraption I assume that is where we all go automatically.
P.S
Oh and if I am wrong or missing something I would love to be on the "Here dummy, let me explain it to you" PM list
Was strange but interesting, I approve.
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Ok this was an interesting story. I can only imagine how much Celestia would regret banishing the one pony she could truly relate (hehehe they're sisters) to for 1000 years. I'm surprised she wasn't driven into a deep depression. Then again she might have been how much early Equestrian history do we know, none that's canon. I can totally see Celestia doing this.
1172284 Thanks for the kind words! It's low on upthumbs, but despite being a one-shot, complete story, it's got almost as many favorites as it does votes -- so clearly the folks who like it really like it. I suspect your experience is common: because of the two layers of story, it truly clicks on the second readthrough.
I'll take a look at the ending. Can you PM me with what you think would have added to it?
Flim and Flam was supposed to be an easter egg, yes -- just not a well-hidden one. There's another callout in the story that's much deeper in the metaphorical weeds, but woven in as a recurring theme.
1176166 As far as I'm concerned, the Celestial War is the biggest story that canon will never tell.
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Yes I would imagining that it would be *puts on punglasses* too dark.
Well, it took me reading the comments and a PM to the author to unravel the plot (I can be really thick sometimes), but after sorting everything out I re-read the story and I must say, it's extremely well-done. It's one of those stories that I suspect will stick with me for a long time. I definitely felt for Celly and Luna, and I desperately wanted to be happy for them but there was this constant reminder that this is not the way things are supposed to be. There were creepy undertones throughout the story, such as Luna and Celestia's appearances changing, and the borders of Equestria expanding through conflict.
I got the Flim and Flam thing right away; I didn't even realize it was supposed to be an easter egg.
1200642 Dang, thanks. Comment made my night.
As for that last bit: Fortunately, I'm better at writing than I am at easter eggs.
Well, I'm glad I got around to this one. Every so often, I find a story that breaks all the rules and gets away with it. The rule-breaking seems self-indulgent at first, but by the end, we realize why this story is written the way it is. As I always tell people I tutor, mastering the rules means you know how to bend or break them. Yes, this is one of the better stories-for-smart-people I've seen in this fandom.
I'll tell you what, though: I didn't think I'd see dragons written as enemies here. Who are you, and what did you do with the real Baxil?
So this is an amazing and really mind-bending story. Just one thing that confuses me.
Does Celestia succeed? Do they escape the machine?
Beautiful. Sorry I never got around to reading your stories until now. Now it's midnight, and I probably can't read a second one until next week.
1122797 There are certain points in time which can not be changed. Certain events which MUST happen. And though we may rail against them with all the power we possess, though we may know where every pitfall lies and plot for ourselves a course to dance safely past each one, fate is inescapable. Even for ones as long-lived as they.
I hope that's not the theme. I regard that view as evil. Historically, claims that some particular event MUST happen, and in general all claims that some things are fated, have always been efforts to oppress people, force them to do something they didn't want to do, or prevent them from trying to better themselves.
1155653 Yes, I agree with that. The regret-machine framing sucked the spirit out of the story at the end.
This was a great read. Nicely done.
One of the greats on fimfic. I only wish I read it sooner
Oh wow.
Oh wow.
I have no words other than that was quite impactful. I really enjoyed this.
Lotus eater machines always make my brain, and heart, hurt...
Did I read this once before? Because I swear the plot is similar to something that happened in... something (my mind is telling me "The Venture Bros.", but I'm quite at a loss as to what). And I'm feeling a bizarre sensation of deja vu for it.
This story was extremely confusing, although still enjoyable enough...but only after I read the comments to get an idea of what happened. I'm still have a bit of a hard time fitting everything together with the gray text and the timeline since I figured this was going to be a character piece that studied how they felt after Luna returned/what led them there, etc. (like The Sundering by GaryOak, but not as tragic). After getting to the part where Luna becomes 'Aurora' and the sisters swap roles I began to think this might be an AU story before the machine was mentioned out of nowhere and I didn't catch what is was for since it was still going 'Wait, what?' from everything else.
The whole story (bonus content excluded) seems to be very much a mystery or something where context from another story is needed which either causes confused readers, readers who got it on the first dip into the story, or people who still remain somewhat confused about certain elements even after reading (read: me). I'd advise adding a Mystery tag since it requires so much piecing together on both the reader and Celestia & Luna's part.
Hah, nice Lotus Eaters tie-in! Wish I had know about that earlier, I would have read it sooner.
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Thank you!
(This one came first. The Lotus Eaters was to clear the other possibilities of the premise out of my head.)
I am so confused… I love it.
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That exists to explain why the Doctor can't beat up Hitler. It has no bearing on any worthwhile philosophy.
Oh, so it's For the Man who has Everything... but smarter? Nice.
I feel like it would have been better if you'd steered into the sci-fi stuff more, and given a more direct ending, or if you'd jettisoned it from the plot entirely and simply made an Elseworlds tale. Overall, this is great.
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Not bad for the first fanfic I ever posted here, I think.
Re the two options you cited for improvement, The Lotus Eaters is kind of the result -- centering the machine aspect to remove the mystery of it, and just play with the implications (and the character stories) more. Most, but not all, readers seem to prefer it.
Thanks for reading!