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astrolatry - the worship of stars


I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.

While taking a break from helping Rarity sew uniforms in the workshop, Sweetie Belle meets a foal about her age. 

Originally written for the Quills and Sofas Random Acts of Kindness 24-hour Speedwrite. The prompt was "There are no strangers; only friends you haven't met."

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when her sister's boutique still hummed with life and she sewed capes out of the spare fabric, playing at becoming a skilled tailor just like her.

Interesting 'in spite of a nail" concept here. I suppose if Rarity's sewing uniforms in this setting, it stands to reason she'd know her way around a sewing machine before Sombra's return, even without the Rainboom. And it was already her driving passion. I suppose I just hadn't given that particular aspect of this timeline much thought.

But there's no place for beauty during a war, no place for luxury, and now the shops are all boarded up and rotting with neglect.

But there is a place for a bakery with a giant loaf of bread built into it. Ponyville's still going to Ponyville, as much as it can.

In all seriousness, devastating snapshot of this timeline and the damage Starlight did to the world in her pettiness. Nicely done!

This was really well-written! It's a heartfelt look at war from a filly's point of view, and I love the way you write Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. What a good glimpse into a bittersweet little moment. Looking forward to reading more of what you write!

This is tragically beautiful :fluttercry:

You have a gift, you truly do.
Please, don't ever stop taking care of it :heart:

She's never doing enough. Nopony is. Otherwise they'd be winning the war, right?

Endless and endless and endless.

"nothing the word" - typo for "noting the word". Beautifully written!

We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye…

1 story, 1 follower, and the fact that this story, the first story you’re uploading on here at least, has gone featured has proven that you have a special knack for writing. I recall reading this as part of the contest, and this just reminded me how awful this story was to read, in the best way possible.

I love how absolutely bleak and crushing this feels. The endless war, the fact that Rarity is trying her best to take care of Sweetie Belle. Then, Sweetie meeting Scootaloo, and them bonding over the fact that they both lost their guardians in the war. They almost seem like unlikely friends, and you eagerly wait for them to get along and have a happy ending.

Then, those lines, those fucking final lines.

And then Sweetie turns a corner, and the pegasus vanishes behind the form of a cracked, paint-chipped wall, and she never sees her again.

That drives home the bleakness even more. It further drives home that fact that friends can’t even be kept. Because war never changes.

That’s what I think the story does the best, is that it gets the ‘war never changes’ message across far better than almost everything I’ve seen or played. It’s crushing, it’s bleak, and all things in between, but that makes it one of the best things I’ve ever read. Thank you, for tearing me apart.

thanks for the typo-spotting! corrected

Excellent story, it retracts in a very dark way one of the alternative universe created by Starling, I hope to read more of your stories in the future. He also left two sentences that represent the background of the story very well....

War......War Never Changes

War is historically the preferred action for idiots.
-Charles zi Britannia

Against the bleak backdrop of war, even at the "mundane" homefront, you've managed to bring about a little light of hope, even without considering all the destiny and what-could-have-beens that I was thinking of (because, well, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo are friends in the timeline we all know and love). To be kind to someone and to care and to be vulnerable, even a little, during such a terrible time as war... it's a good message to have.

Thank you for the story!

There's this choking feeling when your heart gets crushed just a little. It's been a couple minutes, and it hasn't gone away.

Thank you for that and congratulations!


Dang bleak, but in a good way. Very well-written fic. Those last few lines in particular are just brutal.

Edit: Oh dang, this really is your first fic. Kudos. Earned yourself a follow.

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yo that ending tho :O

This was a really nice story, showing this all too brief moment of the characters connecting, with the dramatic irony that we know they're friends in the proper timeline. You did a great job with the characterizations, including the brief appearances from Rarity, and the worldbuilding details were solid too.

Well written, but my one complaint is this is not a story. That's not really a conclusion to one and it's far more of a prologue to a bigger tale that isn't written. :unsuresweetie:

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