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Faith and Doubt - defender2222



After everyone fails to heed to her warnings about Cadence, Twilight gives in to her darker thoughts

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What can everyone do? Praise and blame. This is… virtue, this is… madness.
-Friedrich Nietzsche


Tender Heart Memorial Hospital had seen plenty of emergencies in its 227 years of service to the ponies of Canterlot. It had seen one wing converted into an armed fortress during the Diamond Dog Revolt. It had been filled to the brim after the Specter of the Ballet Incident that had seen 37 unicorn crushed under a fallen chandelier. During the War of the Maples hundreds from both sides of the family feud had passed through their doors, seeking aid. Always the doctors and nurses of Tender Heart had worked to provide a place of safety and peace for those troubled souls that waited to find out the fate of their loved ones.

But today, on this day, the staff was at their wits end.

This was not what they had expected when they had come to work that morning. The royal wedding had been the topic of conversation in the break room and all the nurses had whispered about what the bride would wear, who would attend, and all the normal juicy gossip that ponies talk about when they weren’t lucky enough to attend such an important event.

The doctors and the administration staff had been prepping for a somewhat normal day. Since Tender Heart was the closest hospital to the castle, they were prepared to get a few more visitors than normal; mostly those that drank a bit too much or strained something partying to hard. The worst any of them had been expecting was that they would have to deal with an elitist snob that looked down on their hospital and demanded to be treated like the Creator herself. But they had dealt with plenty of ponies like that (Prince Blueblood had given them all a headache after the last Gala, complaining of being infected with ‘poor pony syndrome’) and knew how to stem off most of their complaints.

There was an old proverb, equated to the great philosopher Deep Thoughts: Those that no longer fear trouble should be the most afraid.

The entrance doors of the hospital didn’t so much slam open as them were torn from their hinges and sent flying into the street. Several nurses gasped, all thoughts of recrimination ripped through their minds at the sight of Princess Celestia galloping in, her royal guard barely able to keep up.

“I need a doctor, now!” she barked. None of them had ever heard Celestia sound so gruff and it took them a moment to process what she had said. Celestia lowered her wings, which she had risen to shield the battered form of a lavender mare that lay upon her back. “Hurry! We have injured!”

For any other pony the sight of their princess storming into a room with an unconscious unicorn slung over her back would have made them scratching their heads at best and beginning to question their sanity at worst. But these mares and stallions were not normal ponies; they were the nurses and doctors of Tender Heart Hospital and it didn’t matter how startling the situation was, they were ready to provide help.

“Area secure, Princess!” one of the guards called out as Celestia used her magic to gently place the unicorn upon a gurney. “Permission to bring in Captain Armor and the civilians.”

“Granted,” Celestia said firmly. There was a flutter of activity around the door and then several unicorn guards trotted in, supporting a thrashing pony with their magic. It only took the nurses seconds to realize that the trembling figure was that of Shining Armor…the stallion that was supposed to be getting married that day.

Shining cried out suddenly, trying to strike an unseen foe. Several of his guards held him down as the nightmare took its toll on him. Two doctors rushed over and helped restrain the white unicorn, getting him on a gurney and pulling him alongside the first patient.

“By the sun, that’s Lady Sparkle,” one of the nurses cried out, recognition finally dawning upon her.

Those who knew her in Ponyville would have been shocked by the utter reverence the nurses showed the injured unicorn. It was to be expected, though; when Twilight was a major celebrity in Canterlot, which was part of the reason she had locked herself in the library, focusing on her studies and avoiding the spotlight. She was Princess Celestia’s personal student, something that had not happened in nearly 700 years. That honor had earned her admirers and enemies, which was why she had moved to the castle at such a young age: her family had received death threats from those that felt they deserved the honor more than little Twilight.

Then there was the fact that she was also the first pony to actually pass the dreaded Dragon Egg Test. One of the greatest secrets of Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns was that the entrance exam was impossible to pass. For 428 years the same little dragon egg had been pulled into the classroom and unicorn fillies and colts had attempted to ‘hatch’ the egg. It was only when they failed that the instructors had informed them of the truth: the student had already been accepted into the school and the Dragon Egg Test was designed to make the pony fail. By seeing how the filly or colt responded to failure the professors could determine how to best help the student. Those that reacted with tears had their confidence built up while those who thrashed about in rage were taught humility.

But Twilight Sparkle…Twilight had done the impossible: she hadn’t hatched the egg as much as willed the baby dragon into existence. She had created life where there had been none…something only a few unicorns in all of Equestrian history had managed to do.

Her name had been known throughout the city within hours.

As she grew her status among the ponies of Canterlot had only grown. Whispers of ‘The Slayer of Discord’ and ‘Destroyer of Nightmares’ could be heard whenever she returned to the city and there were more than a few ponies that wondered if Twilight wasn’t being groomed to be the next leader of Equestria.

But Twilight never let such things go to her head. Unlike so many in Canterlot who’d gotten a taste of power and prestige, Twilight had refused to put on airs or allow others to treat her as anything other than normal. Even after she had become one of the Bearers and been knighted by Celestia for her efforts to protect the kingdom, Twilight had refused to let others address her by her title. She had always been happy to be a quiet librarian and study magic.

And now she looked to be knocking upon death’s door.

“Move!” Doctor Quick Stitch snapped gruffy, storming through the crowd of nurses that had gathered around the Princess. Stitch took a single look at the patients before glaring at the sun princess. “What happened to them? Keep it short and concise. Neither of them have the time for poetic waxing.”

Celestia nodded, her relief that the doctor wasn’t treating her differently than any other patient beating back her annoyance at the callous way he addressed her. “Captain Armor is the victim of a changeling attack. The…the creature fed on him for nearly a week and left him drained of much of his life force. He was also hit by a blast of dark magic that drove him into a stain glass window.”

Stitch nodded, stomping his hoof to get the attention of two orderlies. “Get him into room 17 and start him on blood transfusion; then get a magical transference to build up his reserves.”

“His parents are coming, they can donate-“

Stitch cut her off. “The mare, what of her?”

“Changeling attack. She…she forced the parasite to consume her negative emotions.” Celestia took a shuddering breath, forcing herself to remain calm in front of her subjects. “She also used several dark magic spells I can attest she never attempted before today, as well as a soul shield.”

Stitch sniffed slightly. “She’s also heavily intoxicated.” He grabbed a hold of the gurney and began to drag it into the back. “I need her in the operating theater at once. I’ll need to directly infuse her with white magic to clear the corruption out of her system.”

Celestia began to chase after them, only to be stopped by several nurses. “Please, I-“

“I’m sorry, Princess…only medical staff past this point.”

The sun goddess felt rage flood her veins but all at once her strength failed her and she stumbled back, finally laying down in the middle of the waiting room, paying no heed as her guards encircled her and made sure she was safe. The world seemed to fade away and Celestia felt as if she were in a land of white, where no sound or light or distraction could possibly get to her. And endless void that held only her…and her thoughts.

‘I’m ready to be your apprentice, Princess Celestia! I dressed up real pretty too, see!’

‘I did it, I did it! I can’t believe I moved that pencil! Did you see, did you see!?

‘I’m not tired, Princess! I’m not tired at all! Come on, one more spell!’

‘It’s ok, Princess Celestia. I’ll just study until you are done meeting with the court.’

‘Are…are you sure you can’t…ok?’

‘I really wanted to talk to you tonight…’

‘Are…are you going to banish me? Or lock me in a dungeon?’

‘Princess, please listen…Cadence…’

‘But Celestia refuses to believe that a member of her family could be evil because everypony knows Celestia is such a good judge of character.’

‘I hate you! I hate you!’

“Princess! Princess Celestia!”

The ruler of Equestria shook her head, the world zooming back into focus and she realized that at some point Twilight’s friends had joined her on the floor, waiting for news the doctors might have.

“Yes Applejack? Is Twilight-”

The farm pony shook her head. “No word. We…we just got worried about you.”

“You were…uh…staring off into space,” Fluttershy said softly, staring at her hooves. “It was…making us worry.”

Celestia vainly attempted to smile but even without seeing her face she knew it was a poor attempt. “I am sorry I just…had a lot on my mind.”

“We all do,” Pinkie Pie said, for once morose and withdrawn. Her poofy mane and tail hung limp and she was hiding her eyes behind it…in that moment all her friends realized that she and Fluttershy could have passed as sisters.

“I just wish they’d tell us something!” Rainbow Dash complained. “I want to know that Twilight is ok!”

“Perhaps it is better they haven’t come to us,” Rarity reasoned. “If they had come too quickly that would mean…mean…”

She couldn’t finish the thought and the rest of her friends were grateful for that. Saying the words would make the threat real and none of them could stand for that. The mere thought that Twilight might…not be with them…was worse than the torture Discord had inflicted on them. The idea that their last time with the mare had been filled with sadness and heartbreak…none of them would survive such a blow.

They all turned as the doors opened, holding their breath as they waited to see what news would be brought to them about Twilight and Shining Armor. But it was not a nurse that stood there but two unicorns: Twilight Velvet and Night Light. At some point during Celestia’s fade out the two had been brought in by the doctor, to be told about their children’s condition. Each looked as if they had aged 10 years in the span of a few hours. Velvet’s mane hung over her face but every so often she would shift and they could see her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from the tears she had shed. Night Light looked as if he supported the entire weight of Equestria upon his shoulders and his hooves would give out at any moment.

“Mr and Mrs…uh…Twilight’s parents,” Rarity said awkwardly, making a face of displeasure, “have…have you heard anything about-“

Velvet’s head snapped up and for a moment they all saw a glimmer of the madness Twilight had displayed in the throne room just an hour ago.

“You,” Velvet snapped, her horn beginning to glow indigo. “How dare you show your face here!” A bolt of magic lashed out, striking Celestia in the chest; if not for her magical shields, Celestia would have been knocked out cold.

Velvet let out a scream of rage, charging Celestia and leaping at her. The Princess quickly used her magic and managed to restrain the thrashing mare, causing her to hang just inches from her face, roaring in frustration.

“WE TRUSTED YOU!” Velvet shouted, still trying to gouge the princess’ eyes out with her hooves. “You promised to watch out for her! You promised to teach her and raise her!”

“I did!” Celestia exclaimed, her nerves frayed and her normally calm demeanor broken as she found herself once again being assaulted by one of her subjects.

“You call this protecting her?!” Velvet screamed, trying to break free from the magical enchantment that kept her hanging in the air like a puppet. “My daughter is in emergency surgery because of you! The doctors say she might never be able to use magic again!” The other element bearers gasped as Velvet’s proclamation. Hot tears fell from the mare’s eyes as she verbally accosted the princess she blamed for her family’s misfortunes. “You…you told us to trust you, that letting you take our little filly was for the best…you think THAT was for the best!? You turned her into a monster!”

Celestia stood up, her eyes narrowed as she looked upon the mare she had entrapped. She wanted to comfort her. She knew that Velvet was speaking out of pain and grief. She was a mother whose foals had been hurt. But Celestia felt the same pain and it dulled her senses and left her reacting without thought.

“It was for the best. I raised Twilight…I loved her. I taught her everything I knew and gave her the best. I mourn as you do what happened to Twilight and I will do all I can to help her…but I am not the only one to share the blame here.”

“That’s right,” Night Light said coldly, shocking all with the quiet rage that tinted his words. The stallion was well known for be the strong and silent type; he was happy to stand behind his wife, to be the stallion behind the mare. But even he had his limits and this day, which was suppose to be so wonderful for his family and had now been forever marred, had been the breaking point. “You five are just as guilty.”

“What…what do you mean?” Fluttershy stammered.

“We heard Twilight’s words at the wedding, when she attacked that monster,” Night said softly, staring daggers at the five mares. “She came to you for help and you spat on her. You turned away because you cared more about furthering your goals than our daughter. You used her.”

“We didn’t use her!” Applejack shouted, taking a step forward. “Twilight is our friend!”

“And friends always treat friends like you treated her?” Velvet snapped. “The Princess here showed me some of her friendship reports…the pain you put my daughter through…I wanted to rush down to Ponyville and whisk her back to Canterlot!” Velvet turned her glare on Celestia. “But you told us she needed to be there! You lied to us and now Twilight-“

“And what about you?” Rainbow Dash snapped, tired of being blamed for everything. She was doing that enough on her own without their help. “We never saw you two come for a visit! We didn’t even know your names until we saw them on the wedding invitation! You can blame us for our mistakes but at least we were there for Twilight, unlike you!”

“How dare you talk to us like that,” Night said, his horn beginning to glow.

Celestia quickly cast a spell to keep the unicorns from using their magic. “Enough of this! You are not thinking clearly-“

“We are thinking more clear than ever!” Velvet growled. “When Twilight is better we are taking her home. I will never let any of you infect her with your filth again!”

“Oh yeah?” Applejack challenged. “Seems all of this started because your son Shinin’ Armor couldn’t figure out his fillyfriend was a changelin’! He’s the one that cut Twilight out of his life and left her a wreck! I don’t see ya gettin’ mad at him!”

“Don’t you dare talk about my son that way, you piece of trash.” Night got in Applejack’s face, daring the mare to strike him.

“From the way you two are acting, maybe violence and hatred runs in the family,” Rarity challenged. “Twilight was fine before we came here and spent time with you…maybe she sensed your darkness and it drove her over the edge!”

“Please, stop!” Pinkie Pie shouted, trying to get everyone to calm down. The others just ignored her, continuing to shout at each other. She watched as everypony began to turn on each other: Celestia was trading words with Velvet, Night was growling at Applejack, Rarity and Rainbow Dash had somehow ended up fighting with each other. The only ponies not bickering were herself and Fluttershy, who was hiding behind a chair, sobbing while she covered her ears.

“This is all your fault!”

“It’s yours!”

“You are to blame!”

“You are!”

“ENOUGH!”

All of the ponies were thrown against a wall. It was not a magic spell that did it, but the sheer power of the Canterlot Royal Voice.

Princess Luna, goddess of the night, slowly made her way into the waiting room, flanked by her personal guard, the Shadowbolts. A nurse trembled behind the reception desk, shutting her eyes as Luna passed like an ancient plague. The five bearers felt their stomachs clench; in that moment they saw not Luna but Nightmare Moon reborn.

“Thou should be ashamed of thee selves!” Luna declared, the blast of her declaration slamming them into the wall again. “We come here bearing news and seeking to learn of the condition of Lady Sparkle and find you eight squealing like foals. Do thee believe this is what Lady Twilight needs to recover?” She looked at each of them in turn, daring them to question her. “You seek to pass blame when all here have their own share of the burden. All here failed Twilight Sparkle and petty words will not heal her wounds. You are her parents, her teacher, and her friends…and you bring dishonor to her by acting as you do!”

Luna waited, seeing if any would argue with her words. But her gaze only found sullen faces and tear-stained eyes. She let out a breath before continuing, this time without the royal voice.

“We have come to inform you that Princess Cadence has been found. She is being brought here to be treated after her ordeal in the caves. Sister, I ask that you join me.” Luna took a moment, glancing at the others. “My guards will escort you to wherever you desire to go. They will watch over you and notify you when I receive word on Lady Sparkle and Captain Armor. Till then, think hard about your actions here and what they say of you…and how they might attribute to Twilight Sparkle’s condition.”

And with that, Luna marched out of the lobby, Celestia following after her like a scolded filly.

~MC~MC~MC~

Shining Armor, captain of the royal guard, slowly blinked his eyes, trying to free himself from the effects of the pain-numbing drugs that had been injected into his system. His reflexes had been slowed to a crawl, which explained why he was unable to stop the scaly hand that had darted out to clasp his muzzle shut.

“Hello Shining Armor,” Spike said coldly. “We need to talk about Twilight.”