Whispers of a pony I used to know
The resonance of metallic clicks drifted across the pale antiquated tiles who tirelessly held those greater above them; while the winds tenderly whispered their soothing chorales — embracing the ears of those lucky enough to breathe their essence. Moonlight, infused with a hint of celestial memoirs, cascaded through the stained glass windows and cast mesmerizing glows. Each step Twilight took in Canterlot Tower, unveiled a harmony of fleeting illumination, as the interplay between moonlight and shadow flashed in the corners of her sapphire eyes with rhythmic duality. Her gaze remained steadfast, not peering at the walls who adorned the secrets of forgotten tales around her, as if they were a living time capsule. Twilight, aware of only the tranquil breath that escaped her silky lips, sauntered to the end of this great hall and turned left down a side corridor.
Fuchsia colored energy flowed through the runes of her horn like a network of bending rivers as Twilight opened the glass doors before her, stepping outside. The crisp nightly air hugged around her sturdy form while she approached the railing of the marble covered balcony; letting the gleaming strands of her hair lick the sides of her cheek. Her posture remained tall as she stared out into the endless night sky; allowing her sodden eyes to bounce between glimmering assortments of constellations.
What is there, to the shape of a stellar kismet that cannot give forth a fortune of serenity? Let the eventide sky whisper her qualms; too far above the regard of temporal ears, and disappear by the immortal pledge of effervescent dawn. Let the night lift her voice, only to echo along the desolate shimmering shrines of the divinity who came before. What is there, along the limitless sculptures of living earth that can give defiance to the weathering waves? The taints of an unrestrained sage root in her heart. Let them sleep; spend without a thought, the encumbrance of one who holds eternity in a single feather.
A faint breath left Twilight’s nostrils as she shook her head to no one in particular; the vague quiver of her lower lip and moistening of her irises perhaps the only indicator of her disposition. A burst of wind swirled through her mane, whipping it about her neck and covering one of her eyes. She took one last moment to bathe under the diamond rings that adorned the moon before turning around.
Twilight once more traversed through the regal sanctuary. The gentle cadence of her hooves reverberated with an icy chill across the tiled surface, before becoming a muffled thud as she walked across rugs composed of vermilion and golden silk. Tonight, the grandeur of Equestria's capitol felt that of a realm where even warmth dare not venture; for the soul of Equestria's flame flickers low — leaving behind an enigmatic aura of impassivity. As she ventured her way further along the corridor, Twilight's gaze was drawn upon the discovery of two large wooden doors that were left cracked open. Her head tilted as her ear twitched lightly, capturing the faint sound of hoofsteps that slipped through the crack. Curious, Twilight pushed her muzzle against one of the doors and flicked her head to the side to enter.
The air, heavy with the scent of aged parchment, quickly flooded her as she stepped into the room. It was all too familiar. Row upon row, an endless expanse of bookshelves lay before her; bowing under the weight of their dusted chronicles. Luminescent moonbeams poured through the central atrium, flooding every contour along the statue of her cutie mark; a symbol of her divine connection with this worn chamber. Torches, kindled by her magic centuries ago, sighed with a persistent glow. Her steps began to falter as her eyes scanned the labyrinthine expanse. Tables, uncharacteristically scattered, bore the remnants of a restless mind. Papers lay askew, books in disarray, and quills, silent witnesses to the endless introspection, sat in pain — their ink seemingly still fresh in such an aged place.
Welcome to you, your own living library, is this not a spectacle of an apparition? A fleeting stream of ink? Written in the juices of blood? Is it not reasonable to grieve to what should be a sojourn? The scripture waives such luxury. I B W A s e r m a i o T u t n h t t g These shelves? e y e s, a gateway to the soul? r n t Only of one who has cared seen too much. e Power of a Goddess. H o M e f o a r r a t t a l. Why do thousands of these volumes collect dust? While the first nine do not? You should be happy you have withstood from yourself. Just as you will in future hooves.
Twilight's head gave a little jolt as her mind flashed back to present time; prompting her heart to quicken slightly and her breathing to escalate briefly before subsiding back into a state of normalcy. Her eyes wearily glanced at the central table in the room. As she got closer, she saw a peculiar piece of paper; one that was a brilliant snow white compared to the others around it. Written upon its surface in fresh ink read:
'I am here for you. I always will be.
-Starlight Glimmer'
Twilight's eyes darted back and forth, searching for solace amidst the writing. A sorrowful subtle smile traced her lips; a fragile mask threatening to crumble —a torrent of emotions tore through her being. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as her breath heaved in ragged gasps, a suffocating whine between sobs. The very air seemed to thicken, leaving her gasping for each precious breath amidst the deluge of tears that consumed her; drowning her in a sea of inconsolable anguish.
“Forgive me Starlight, for cursing you to the same fate as I.”
Twilight's head lowered as she embraced the paper tightly against her heart.
She sat there.
Crying.
Crying..
Crying...
My very first fimfiction story ^^" Special thanks to 6-D Pegasus for encouraging me to write a fimfiction and likewise enter this contest!
I know this topic has probably been done a lot, what not with future Twilight not aging and being what I call a "Living Immortal"; one who is immune to the passing of time, but can still get hurt or die. I imagine that the greatest enemy to Twilight in her future would be her own mind. Imagine what kind of things you would see or experience across hundreds, if not thousands of years.
However, I wanted to showcase the weight of her emotions with a pinch of another's words. I think often times a lot of us can get caught up in endless thoughts; to the point where it is often forgotten how the simplest of words from a loved one can end up meaning something more.
Lastly, I wanted to infuse my love of poetry with a short story; picking out every word carefully with meaning and purpose behind each and every letter. It was incredibly enjoyable!
Anyways, please let me know what you may think or your own interpretations! Thank you so much for reading 
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Lines like these really put Twilight's longevity into perspective. Well done.
This bit here makes a beautiful metaphor of Twilight's long life as a massive library, with the books being memories, and how the ones where she met her first friends and all up until her taking the throne will always shine the brightest to her, and she may always look back on those years for guidance, comfort, and solace. Very amazing job!
Also nine, I see what you did there
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Ohhhh, that's what that was!
Emotional, powerful, soulful. Without both poems it wouldn't be the same: they really add to the story, making it beyond great!
I, myself, hope that Twilight founds more friendships in future and will never experience such loneliness in her life... but, of course, the memories of her old friends would hurt. A poor pony she is :<
What? I'm not tearing up... You are!
It's nice to see an experimental approach work out interestingly well in this regard, as a first entry.
Though many new volumes have been written, you cannot help but cherish those from where you began. No matter how ever closer to time immemorial they grow to as far as the rest of the world is concerned.
Dang... that landed pretty well. The only input of any perspective that wasn't truly Twilight's, in the entire story. Just two short sentences, on a piece of paper.
Twilight being wrapped up in her own mind could be a fault of hers to begin with, even without the hands of time wringing her neck. It's why her having a support group with at least some level of consistency is perhaps more necessary than simply optimal; to be truly cursed is to be well and thoroughly alone, and to forever have the knowledge of that fact etched into your mind, as long as you live.
A bit heavy on the purple prose, but it's impressive how much emotional impact you were able to jam into 1,000 words. Well done!
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And quite right, I wouldn't write a whole novel like this lol. In this case however, I think it highlights the simplicity of Starlight's words even more; as well as showcasing how much of a "maze" one can get into thought. ^^
Thank you!!!
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I love this!!
Yes exactly that! I can see where a constant in her life would be one of the most invaluable things to her.
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Yeah ^_^ There's many references throughout the poems, like to Luna in the first one. At least in my interpretation <3
yeah Celestia’s horseshoes are big ones to fill, and not just because she was a big horse
ooh loved the effect of this one, like a root reaching down
aww, love the one who holds eternity in a single feather
the prose is so very fitting to the regality of it all. it feels like what Canterlot Castle should feel! haunting and heavy with import
augh, even an immortal horse ruler opens the door adorably like any other pony
so true
ooh, love the meta. and yes, those nine volumes are trodden through over and over again in our minds, but they are, in-universe, just nine out of thousands. really makes one think
augh, the fresh ink! how much love for and knowledge of Twilight that Starlight must have to leave this note in the place where Twilight would need it most. though Twilight just sees a reminder of having taken Starlight with her
this was wonderfully ambitious, and i loved how the ornate prose built the atmosphere for it. i really do hope you keep writing, and it brings me great joy that this contest was the occasion for your first fimfic. thank you so much!
I see where you were going with this, and you employed some very impressive formatting tricks in the poetry, but this was not a time to indulge in purple prose to this degree. Especially not when there are times when the description gets so overwrought, it undercuts the mood or threatens to completely obscure what’s even happening. “Silky lips” and “sapphire eyes” are not appropriate for a story about the kind of remorse that keeps a princess up at night. That goes double for anything licking cheeks.
In all, this was a noble first attempt, but you don’t have to try to wow the judges with sheer blunt-force eloquence. A great story told simply is much better than an overwrought snippet where it takes more than ten percent of your word count for Twilight to walk down a hallway.
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I appreciate this so very dearly <'3 and yes I am actually planning on writing more too! ^^ The poetry was by far my fave part. Thank you so much for hosting the competition and all that you do for the fimfiction community ^_^
So was that really Starlight in the Flesh? Or her ghost? Kinda lost on whether or not Starlight's still alive or not.