Twilight Sparkle walked up to the balcony, flanked by the Royal Sisters, to see a cheering multitude fill the streets of Canterlot. Songs and confetti filled the air; the crowd's enthusiasm was palpable and rolled off their cries of joy. The new princess tentatively waved to the people —my subjects, she reminded herself— still overwhelmed by the day's events. She was a princess now: Princess Twilight Sparkle. Like Celestia, Luna and Cadance she had a duty to uphold for the good of the citizens of Equestria.
The scholar gave a timid grin to the public, unsure of what she needed to do. "Say something, princess," Celestia whispered, coming to her aid.
"Oh," Twilight said sheepishly, turning to the crowd again. She hesitated for a moment before clearing her throat.
"A little while ago," she said, "my teacher and mentor, Princess Celestia, sent me to live in Ponyville. She sent me to study friendship"—she stole a backwards glance towards her best friends behind the threshold of the hall—"which is something that I really didn't care about.
"But now on a day like today"—she beckoned her Ponyville friends—"I can honestly say that I wouldn't be standing here today if it weren't for the friendships I've made with all of you." Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity all tearfully looked on their fortunate friend—pride and unadulterated joy of varying degrees were displayed on the faces of these Ponyvillians.
"Each one of you has taught me something about friendship, and for that I will always be grateful," Twilight said, punctuating her respect with a graceful bow. Once more she turned to the crowd of listeners before her. "Today, I consider myself the luckiest pony in Equestria.
"Thank you, friends," she heartily told to her fellow bearers. "Thank you, everypony."
To this the chromatic throngs erupted into deafening cheers, with stallions stomping their applause and mares waving their support. They cried in the air, to the shine of the brilliant sun. Today is a good day, Twilight decided.
A distance away, the sounds of the celebrations could be made out in the Royal Gardens. It was void of any passersby as everyone was attending the coronation ceremony; who in their right mind would miss the feast?
As such, not a soul was aware of one particular statue that had begun to glow. It was nothing that would have immediately caught anyone's eye and it didn't last long enough to get a good look at it.
The event went by unnoticed and everything returned to normal.
Hoof falls resounded in the long halls of the palace, as Twilight and Celestia walked along in the candlelight. They were no longer wearing the pompous ceremonial dresses, opting for a more informal wardrobe. Celestia had her usual tiara and chestpiece while only a tiara adorned Twilight’s head.
They walked at a slow pace, taking care not to upset their stomachs which were full from the incredibly lavish dinner. They had only just then finished, and were on their way to their respective sleeping chambers: Luna would have to attend her Midnight Court, while Cadance needed to be prepared for her departure with Shining Armor the next day.
As for Twilight’s friends, they would stay for another day, just to stay together before they all had to return back to their respective jobs. She smiled at her prospects for tomorrow; her mind was still abuzz with new plans that she wanted to share with the others. There would be so much to do!
Celestia picked up on the smile. “You seem enthusiastic about tomorrow. Care to fill me in with the details, Twilight?”
“Oh no, princess,” she said with a sly grin, shaking her head. “I want to keep the big reveal a surprise. You’re gonna love it all the more when tomorrow comes along.”
Celestia’s eyes wandered while she gave a small nod. “I understand,” she said. “This is your day, Twilight, so I’ll let you have fun with your little schemes. Just make the surprise a good one,” she winked knowingly.
“Oh, I will.” Twilight let out a small chuckle, imagining her mentor’s pleasant reaction for tomorrow’s revelation.
A yawn escaped from her lips, reminding her of the destination. At a small fork, there laid in wait three grandiose doors, each guarded by a pair of the Royal Guard. One of these doors, the one in the middle, did not exist until recently. This was where Celestia and Twilight would part for the night.
Celestia nuzzled her student. “Sleep well, princess.”
“Good night to you too, princess,” Twilight said.
The guards (her own personal guard!) gave their newest subject an affirmative salute, one of them reminding her that if there was anything that she required, they would gladly comply. She voiced her thanks and entered the room, closing the door behind her.
Twilight breathed a satisfied sigh and closed her eyes, still incredulous with the recent events. She could hardly believe how things had all led to this.
“The luckiest pony alive, right?”
“That’s right,” she replied casually, before realizing that someone had actually asked that question.
With a slight start, the princess opened her eyes, not to admire her admittedly majestical chambers, but to search for the source of that voice, straight ahead.
Sitting on the queen-sized bed cross-armed was the most curious-looking creature that Twilight had ever seen. If she had to compare it, the creature looked most similar with an orangutan, albeit more hairless and slender in anatomy. The ape-like creature wore simple clothes: a marble white suit and trousers that went along with the suit. They covered its tannish skin, with the only noticeable hair being on the top of its head, a charcoal black mess, complementing its dark eyes well. Its face was notably flat, with only the nose protruding outwards. On its lips a grim look made it clear of this creature’s current emotions.
The young princess stumbled back at the appearance of the intruder. Where had it come from? She was sure that it wasn’t there when she first came in. And, more importantly, what was this creature?
“W-what are you?” she asked, collecting herself and mustering as much authority as she could. “How did you get in here?”
“I am a human, dear Sparkle,” it —no, he— answered. “Homo sapiens, if you want to be overly formal about it.”
Twilight stumbled for a response: Humans? They don’t exist! “Human?” she slowly said in disbelief, to which he nodded. “But that makes you a mythological creature! You shouldn’t be sitting there, talking to me right now!”
Much to her surprise the human didn’t seem to take offense to that remark. “I don’t blame you for thinking that,” he calmly said with a sense of nostalgic longing in his eyes. “It has been a long time since another human besides myself that has walked in this world. I could very well be the last of my kind.” He chuckled. “And I’m technically not alive. You have Celestia to thank for that.”
Twilight eyed him with suspicion, wondering what he meant by that. “Who are you?” she asked.
“You wound me, Twilight,” the human exclaimed with mock pain, placing his hand on his chest. “We’ve already met once before.” He then thoughtfully scratched his chin. “Although to be fair, I wasn’t really in a position to greet you a few years ago in the gardens.”
In the gardens? Twilight wondered, suddenly realizing that she did in fact see a human before. But that...
Her mind went back to that particular day: young and impressionable, the filly back then stood staring curiously at the biped’s odd pose, sitting on a pedestal with the chin resting on an arm as if he were in deep, sober thought. The white stone had masked the human’s true colors but now that she looked back on it, there was no denying it.
Twilight's eyes widened with recognition. “You’re Reason! Princess Celestia showed me your statue when I was still a filly!”
The suited man bowed his head in gratitude. “My plaque reads Reason and Logic, but Reason suffices. It’s a pleasure to finally speak to you, Twilight Sparkle.”
“You’re real?” Twilight asked, her mind still reeling from the revelation.
“Well, I’m not actually here, if that’s what you’re asking,” Reason replied. “My body is still where it’s always been. What you’re talking to right now is a projection of myself. No one else can see or hear me.” He looked furtively to the side. “Well, no one except for the princesses.”
Twilight's mouth dropped open slightly, thinking of the next appropriate question. “Why are you here, Reason?”
His expression grew somber. “Duty,” he said flatly, “I’ve sworn to Celestia a long while back that I would advise her and her fellow princesses.” Reason turned to face Twilight. “And right now, you are in need of my advice.”
She shook her head. “What do you mean by advice? The princess is a wise pony—she’s probably the last one to ask somepony for advice.”
Reason’s visage turned sour with a frown. “She’s wise.” He nodded. “But that does not mean that she is infallible, Twilight. To use my people’s terminology, I am the little angel on her shoulder: her conscience in semi-physical form.”
Twilight’s pupils shrunk at the human’s implicating tone. Celestia wouldn’t know from right and wrong? But that can’t be! She’s a force of good!
“Oh, she’s far from being an evil pony,” Reason clarified, having picked up on her widened eyes. “But as I’ve implied, her decisions and actions have not always been as saintly as many of your kind are so quick to assume.
“But!” he suddenly exclaimed, clapping once with his hands. “Celestia’s not the crux of the issue—as culpable as she is for this mess. You are, Twilight.”
“Me?” Twilight stuttered, wondering where he was going with this.
He nodded once more. “Yes, Twilight. I’m afraid that you’re in the spotlight now. I want you to answer me one single question”—he brought up a finger—“just one. And I want for you to answer it honestly. Understood?”
“Alright.” Twilight steeled herself. “What’s the question?”
“Is this really your destiny?”
Twilight, in spite of herself, couldn’t help but stare at Reason in confusion. “My destiny?”
“Yes, Twilight”—he nodded—“is this destiny, being a new leader of Equestria, yours?”
She hesitated with the response. This seemed a no-brainer in her mind, but something about Reason’s demeanor told her that it wasn’t as simple as she thought. Regardless, she answered with a straight face. “Yes,” Twilight stated with finality, “this is my destiny.”
To that Reason’s lips twitched. He looked away for a second before settling his eyes on Twilight again.
“Alright, Twilight,” he said, carefully controlling his tone. “Let’s look at this.” He rose up from the bed and brought up a finger. “What is a princess’ responsibility?”
“To serve the interest of her people,” she answered promptly.
“Yes, good,” he said. “But are you capable to take on that responsibility?”
Reason had her there, and for once, she wasn’t sure about her answer. “I think so?” Twilight said uncertainly, knowing that that was not the proper answer.
“You think so?” he parroted, and when Twilight nodded, his expression turned sour once more. “Tell me Twilight, what makes you think that you’re the pony for the job?”
This was something that Twilight took offense to: how dare he think her unworthy of the position! She had helped save her family, her friends, Ponyville, and even Equestria multiple times in the past. Surely that was more than enough to earn her status.
But Reason seemed to have other ideas. “I know what you’re going to say,” he interrupted, stopping her short. “And I can tell you right now that those are not the reasons that allow you to wear that little tiara of yours.”
“Are you serious?!” she exclaimed, her eyes narrowed and brow creased. “Saving Equestria is not a good enough reason to become a leader?”
“Oh, it’s a good enough reason,” he admitted, folding his arms. “But then why weren’t you made princess before when you first defeated Nightmare Moon?”
Twilight was on the verge of responding when she let Reason’s words sink in. He had a point. Her words fell and her aggressive stance deflated. But the man wasn’t done yet: “Or when you imprisoned Discord? Or when you managed to expose Chrysalis’ plot? Because all of those actions would very well be enough for one pony to become regent of Equestria forever.
“But it wasn’t just you, was it?” Reason eyed Twilight with a cocked eyebrow, only to see her shrink at his question. “You’ve said it yourself earlier today—to everypony at your coronation no less.”
“My friends,” she mumbled feebly, realizing where he was going with this. Reason clicked his tongue at her statement.
“That’s exactly right Twilight; if it weren’t for your friends you would have achieved none of that.” He paced around the immobile pony. “You were the catalyst for resolving many of those crises, but the fact remains: they were as instrumental as you were in saving so many lives. And yet”—he turned on his heels to face Twilight directly—“no one but you was coronated as princess.”
“But that’s ridiculous!” she interjected, “Equestria can’t have so many princesses, it’s a ludicrous idea!”
“But three of them running the country is too few?” Reason asked, making his point clear with a dead-set stare and raised eyebrow. “Think about it: Equestria really only needs one ruler for it to function well, and Celestia has proven this for a millennium. When Luna returned, she wanted her younger sister to understand that neither one of them was superior to the other.”
He resumed his pacing. “So, Celestia allowed her sibling to be the ruler of the night.” Reason shrugged. “A sensible move on paper, but do you know how little Luna does during her Midnight Court? Ponies are diurnal creatures, and as much as Celestia wishes that wasn’t the case so that people would visit both courts in equal measure, it doesn’t happen; she’s powerless in that respect. Receiving more than ten ponies during Midnight Court is considered a busy night.”
Twilight slowly caught on. “So...”
Reason nodded. “So, to be perfectly frank, Princess Luna’s Midnight Court is nothing more than a big money sink. What it manages to accomplish pales in comparison to those of Celestia’s own court hearings, and does not justify its existence.”
The man pouted pensively for a moment before resuming, throwing his arms out in defeat. “But Celestia can afford the cost, and she is giving Luna a chance to relive the ‘glory’ days as she calls it. So it’s all well and good since there is a strong thread of logic to this.”
He chuckled slightly, shaking his head. “And to think that I didn’t fully agree with Celestia’s plan at first. But she did make it work, so that made me happy for the two of them.
“Then comes along Cadance,” Reason said, taking a moment to ruminate. “She’s a real mystery that one; oh come on Twilight,” he added disappointingly at the mare’s blank stare. “I’m not omniscient—everything I know is from observation and the knowledge of others, anything they’re willing to share, that is.”
“What about Cadance?” Twilight objected. “Everypony knows about he—”
“Do not lie to me!” the man barked, taking a menacing step towards her, jabbing at her with an accusing finger. “You know as well as I do that she was kept out of the public’s eye until the sudden announcement of that wedding. You might have known Cadance since she was your foalsitter, but only you and select few knew about her existence! Her appearance even surprised me, and very little can escape my keen eyes. The news should’ve caused a real ruckus, but for some reason everyone but you just accepted with the fact that there was a new princess.” He shook his head with a sigh. “You ponies can be so affectionate, and yet, so conforming to Celestia’s rule. All of that potential... it’s a shame.”
Twilight had half-a-mind to tell him off for bad mouthing her former teacher, but Reason had provided very compelling arguments; she, in all honesty, agreed with him that the public reaction over Cadance’s wedding was suspiciously positive: Twilight at the time waved it off as her just overthinking it. But now she wasn’t so sure if it was just her; Reason’s propositions fueled the doubt.
And she hated having doubts.
“Are you saying that Celestia’s...?”
“She’s definitely doing things that are holding back the masses,” Reason said. “And I understand the intentions behind those actions. See, the thing about you ponies”—he leaned against a nearby wall—“you are a very lucky species: unlike every other species, you’ve had a figure that could guide your entire kind and act as its protector. Most other races are lucky to find a leader who can achieve that for a few years, let alone for millennia. They had to fend for themselves, often making mistakes that have been proven tragic at times. But from those mistakes, lessons were learned, and that new knowledge promoted innovation.”
Reason pinched the bridge of his nose. “I mean, for goodness’ sake, your kind has not made much progress beyond airships and chariots for air travel! Do you know how harmful that stagnation can be? You could be achieving so much more if you aimed higher than what you can do right now!” He looked out the windowed balcony at the starry night. “Your kind might even reach the stars, one day.”
“But there’s no need to improve, we are happy with how things are!” Twilight rebutted.
“Tell that to the Royal Guard and their thousand-years-old technological standstill after your brother’s wedding,” Reason said sharply. “That debacle had heads rolling in the commanding brass when they were ordered by Celestia herself to not redirect any of their small budget towards research and development.”
Twilight didn’t need to ask Reason for clarification. Even without having any real bearing in the subject of military theory, it was clear enough that the Royal Guard had been woefully unprepared and outmatched by the changeling swarm in that all out attack. She despised the thought of ponies coming up with better ways of fighting others, but it made sense: be able to... subdue the other before he could do that or worse to you. And the only way to have a clear advantage over your foe was to have better tactics, better armor and better weapons. Sometimes what was good enough for some would not be enough to help them out in the future.
Reason observed her expression. “I see that you understand the issue of technological stagnation,” he said. “But again, this is not what I’m really concerned with. Going back to Cadance, we have no real inkling as to where she came from, which is absurd, considering how recently she was ‘discovered’. Trying to find Celestia’s or Luna’s origins is one thing, seeing how in those times there were very few records, and those records are less than reliable.
“So doesn’t Cadance’s status strike you as odd?” he asked, resuming his pacing. “She really hasn’t done anything to merit her title. In fact, for a good few months she had a title which was of little use until the Crystal Empire popped up.”
The human paused in front of Twilight, his dark eyes piercing into hers. “What do you think that you’ll have to do?”
She hesitated in her answer. “I’m... I’m not sure.”
“Knowing Celestia, she’ll probably relegate you to external territories,” Reason muttered. “Perhaps those in the Neighpon region.”
Twilight recoiled visibly at the idea. “What?!” she cried. “But that’s so far away! Even farther away than the Crystal Empire!”
“So now you realize one of the problems I have with your coronation,” he said with a nod. “In order for your title to have any significant weight to it, you are being sent away to govern a small province where a prefect or a governor would have sufficed. Does that seem reasonable to you?”
“It doesn’t, but I have no choice!” Twilight snapped, her voice adopting an exasperated edge to it. “I was selected by the elements; they were what changed me, not the princess!”
To this Reason fell quiet, glancing at her with careful eyes. Through them, Twilight could almost sense the cogs spinning in the man’s head. It was only after a few long moments that he finally spoke:
“Did the elements also make you a princess?” His voice was startlingly neutral, and his face was perfectly deadpan. It was almost as if this was what he had been leading up to: the decisive question to strike at the chink in Twilight’s argumentative armor. It proved to be successful—her whole argument collapsed at the relatively simple query.
A shiver ran down her spine as realization hit her hard. Twilight suddenly felt cold, knowing full well that the actual room temperature had no part in causing that feeling.
And yet, a part of her still refused to relent to the man before her. “But I... I saved my friends,” she said meekly. “If it weren’t for me, the elements would no longer work and my friends would have never found their true selves. I was rewarded for that." She looked up hopefully to Reason. "Th-that must be the reason!”
Reason stared hard at Twilight. “And whose fault was it exactly, that had put them in that predicament in the first place? Don’t play dumb Sparkle, I know that you were responsible putting your friends’ lives at risk.”
Twilight felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could she have been so stupid? Just because she fixed a mistake that she caused didn’t mean that she ought to have been crowned princess. If anything, the fact that she violated several basic safety guidelines when she cast an unfinished spell indicated that she wasn’t princess material.
She tried a new approach: “What about the spell?” Twilight asked, sensing an opportunity. “If it weren’t for the incident, I might not have found the solution to it.” A glance at the human’s cocked eyebrow made her shrink. “You know, the fact that I created a new spell...?” she finished lamely.
“I understand what you mean,” Reason said, crossing his arms. “But again, if that were the case, why weren’t your friends also rewarded? They were as crucial as you were to finishing that spell.” He leaned on the wall. “And that’s not even taking Starswirl in consideration. Even if he wasn’t the one who completed this particular spell, what about all of his other spells? You know that he created well over two hundred of them.” He shrugged. “Two possibilities exist: either Celestia is misandrist, or the creation of spells is not enough to warrant a seat of power, and I know that the former is not true.”
Twilight’s mind whirred and stirred as she tried to find a reason as to why her mentor crowned her princess. She had told her student because she was destined to be so. But that was before the elements transformed her, so that was obviously not the case. So what had changed? Celestia could give anypony the title of prince, as well as any power associated with the title. So why didn’t she receive the position when she was still a unicorn?
It then hit her: had any alicorn ever been an everyday citizen? Not even a youthful Cadance was allowed a life outside of royalty. She came to a worrying conclusion.
“She-she had to,” Twilight said, voice wavering. “An alicorn has always been part of royalty.” She cast a downwards glance. “It-it must not be allowed,” she finished in a quiet voice.
Reason said nothing, instead opting to come up to the melancholic pony and kneeling down to bring his eyes to her level. Nimbly, he lifted her muzzle to have her face him. Twilight distantly noted how surprisingly real and reassuring his touch felt as she took in his eyes: those dark eyes that had pierced at her own angrily when frustrated; those dark eyes that shone with a spark when he recalled earlier memories; those dark eyes that had been so hard when he dismantled her reasoning with his own. It was of some surprise when those same dark eyes glistened with compassion and empathy. A knowing smile accompanied that sorrowful look.
“Who says that it isn’t?” he whispered.
As he had been the entire time, Reason was right. There was no law that bound Twilight to the crown; she had come across no such thing when she and Celestia had gone over numerous and old tomes of Equestrian law. She, for all intents and purposes, had every right to live her life as a normal citizen, regardless of her newfound powers and wings.
“But why?” she asked Reason, holding back a sob. “Why would she do this?”
“She has the best intentions, but not necessarily for you,” he said, running his hand through her mane. “Her first and foremost concern is her people: Celestia does everything that she can to ensure that ponies are happy and protected. The problem, I feel, is that she is too much like a fretful mother, unwilling to allow her children smallest of freedoms that carry any risks to their innocence and safety. I believe that’s why she rebuffed every motion put forth by her military advisors to advance in research as well as anything that could change the status quo.”
Reason’s eyes met with Twilight’s. “An alicorn is a powerful being,” he explained. “And anything that powerful can potentially change the peace that she established. You and Cadance were a foil to Celestia’s plans because you were unknown variables. She needs some way to have some control and keep an eye on the two of you.”
“But that’s—”
“It’s logical, yes,” he admitted with a sigh. “But it’s not exactly fair on you or Cadance.”
“Fair?!” Twilight almost shrieked, her eyes flaring up. “Try immoral! Celestia shouldn’t be manipulating ponies’ lives like this! We’re free to choose our destiny, just because she’s the princess doesn’t mean that she can force Cadance and I like this!”
Reason jumped, his eyes brimming with renewed vigor and clapping his hands again. “Yes!” he exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air. “Now you see why I take issue with this whole mess? You are your own person, and you’d best believe that old saying: ‘you are destined to become the person you want to be’.” He leaned in by Twilight. “And what kind of person do you want to be?”
She noticed the first real smile from the man, and drew inspiration from it. Images from her memories of Ponyville and her best friends flashed in her mind—the answer to this was clear, and she had no doubts over its truth. “A good friend,” she replied, her words charged with resolution.
“Perfect!” Reason’s grin grew. “At last, some justice in the world! You have no idea how happy that makes me, Twilight!”
Twilight joined in his enthusiasm, beaming as well. But a second thought made that smile falter. “Wait,” she said, bringing a halt to Reason’s cheers. “If you’re supposed to advise us, then why is Cadance still...?”
Reason’s smile fell at the query. “As I’ve told you before, I can only advise,” he said. “I can tell you, order you, threaten you, or even beg you to do something. But at the end of the day, I’m powerless and the princesses are free to do as they wish. I can only speak my mind and offer my own suggestions.
“Your old babysitter...” He let his eyes wander, as if searching for the words. “She still hides things from me. I don’t know much about her or her origins, but I can tell you this:”—he brought up a finger—“she, to a lesser degree than Luna, believes that Celestia is ultimately right, and her plans are not to be questioned. That, and she really wanted to be a princess. I can’t tell her to do anything that renders her unhappy, and she is happy as the princess of the Crystal Empire. So...” He left his word hang.
“So you left her be,” Twilight finished for him, now understanding. “You just want us to be happy, right?”
“And for you to do what is right,” Reason said with a curt nod. “Celestia, in spite of her good intentions, is doing more harm than good by holding your kind back. You’ve seen what happened at the wedding; you ponies need to better yourselves. You need to begin to take risks if you want to avoid another Canterlot wedding.”
She met his gaze. “But even if we advance,” she began uncertainly. “Who’s to say that we’ll be prepared?”
Reason pursed his lips, rubbing his hands in thought. “I certainly can’t say so; I’m no soothsayer.” He kneeled once more to Twilight's. “Taking risks is better than standing still, though—that much I can say.”
She beamed at the idea, only to scowl at the image of a disapproving Celestia. “If we do, we’ll be disobeying Celestia.”
Reason smirked, a mischievous look forming on his face. “Celestia has done her job, and you’re ready in spite of what she thinks,” he said with absolute certainty. “Sooner or later, the bird has to leave the nest. It’s time for pony kind to spread its wings and become independent. Perhaps”—Reason closed in—“you can be the spark.” He gave her a knowing wink.
Twilight recoiled at the suggestion. “B-but, I’m not a leader, and I’m not a revolutionary!” she stammered. “I can’t go against Celestia!”
“You might be neither the former nor the latter,” Reason said with a small shrug. “But when you want to, you can be smart. Your head is full of ideas, right? What’s preventing you from sharing said ideas?”
Twilight’s mouth hung open, trying and failing to formulate an adequate response. How had she not thought of that previously? The man laughed affably at the face of the speechless pony. “You ponies can be very cute at times.” He gently ruffled her mane. "But maybe it’s best if you take baby steps: first, go back to your friends. And then...” He splayed his hand, looking somewhat defeated. “And then? Well, we’ll see what happens.”
A firm nod from Twilight seemed to please Reason. He walked to a set of drinks on a table nearby and prepared two glasses. He offered the apple cider to her, which she accepted gracefully.
“Here’s to you, Twilight Sparkle, and your friends,” he said with a proud smile. “The last and final moment as princess is yours and no one else’s.”
She tipped her glass in response, and downed it. Once finished, she wanted to voice her thanks, only to find empty space where the human stood moments before. Twilight looked around her chamber but there was no trace of Reason—the cup that he had supposedly drunk from was in its initial spot on the table, clear of any drops of cider.
Had she imagined the whole encounter? It didn’t feel like she had. But then why was there only one glass that had been used? It didn’t make any sense!
Twilight groaned, rubbing her forehead as she felt a slight headache coming on. Perhaps she needed to get some shuteye to make sense out of this. Yet, as she looked at the pristine bed, she didn’t feel as tired as she was when she was with Celestia.
She let out a moan, knowing that with her mind still abuzz she wouldn’t catch any sleep.
And when she couldn’t sleep, she would take a walk. And so she did.
It was a slow night for the Midnight Court, with Princess Luna left sitting on her throne, all the while flanked by two guards of the Night Watch. Not a sound pierced the silence that reigned in throne room. Not a word was uttered by either stone-faced guardian; the princess’ occasional wordless mouthing was the only clue that she was not idly sitting.
Her eyes closed shut, Luna had used the momentary lull to visit the dreams of some of her subjects. It was an unspoken obligation which she took to ensure that no ill thought pestered any of her little ponies. At least she was doing something, lest she sat there awkwardly with her two loyal guards. She could very well strike up a conversation with the two of them, but by then she had already squeezed every possible topic out of the two stallions. These were soldiers, trained to protect their subject with their very lives—alas, such training did not encompass the finer nuances of social interaction. Besides, not a single Midnight Court had gone by where she hadn’t attempted a conversation with them. To the mare, the small talk with the members of her Night Watch had gotten tediously repetitive.
Only recently did the Night Princess take it upon herself to survey her subjects’ dream states. It was suggested to her by an old friend, and it did placate the nights when the Midnight Court had no hearings.
But only just.
The trouble was that often times, when nopony came before Luna during her Midnight Court, it usually meant that things were going smoothly for most if not all of her subjects: the same applied to her subjects’ subconscious. While some of the more… interesting dreams helped to distract the alicorn from her real world predicament, the novelty had worn off far sooner than she would have liked.
She was observing a young pegasus colt’s aspiration to become a famous journalist when a loud yet regulated voice brought her back to the world of the wake. “You have a visitor, milady,” the herald from the doors announced.
The alicorn batted her eyes to ensure she was fully awake. She then beckoned the stallion to allow the guest in. When she saw the petite form of an alicorn, Luna’s brow arched with some surprise.
“I, ah, hope that I’m not interrupting anything,” Princess Twilight said with an uneasy smile.
“Not at all!” The Night Princess exclaimed, immediately leaving her throne to go greet her fellow regent. “I was doing nothing of interest, I’m glad to see you.”
The younger mare seemed unconvinced. “If you say so,” she replied in a quiet voice. It didn’t go unnoticed by Luna.
“What is it, child? What bothers you?”
Twilight cast a sideways glance towards the Night Watch, biting her lip. “I’d... like to speak with you—in private,” she finally said in a whisper.
Luna stared at her younger colleague, her curiosity plainly visible in her eyes. She nodded regardless. “Guards, We shall return briefly,” she said to the armored stallions in her old dialect. “Keep watch and remain in the throne room until Our return.”
A collective affirmative was the response as both Luna and Twilight promptly left through the double doors. Alone in the corridor, Luna turned to adress Twilight. “Well then? What is the matter?”
Twilight shuffled nervously in place, furtively shifting her gaze here and there. “It’s, ah—” She hesitated. “I ah… I’m not sure how to put this.”
“Come now, Sparkle, you can confide anything that bothers you with me. Speak your mind.”
To this encouragement, Twilight breathed deeply for a moment to collect herself. “Do you think,” she slowly said, fumbling slightly with her pauses. “That Celestia may be… well, wrong?”
The Night Princess pouted pensively, musing over the question. “What do you mean by that, child?”
“I mean exactly what I said.” Twilight pawed at the carpet, looking downtrodden. “Could she make a bad judgment call?”
Luna snorted at the query. “We are not infallible, Sparkle,” she said with resolution, holding her head high to emphasize her status. “We may be nigh immortal, but we are not gods. Recall your brother’s wedding: my sister was among those who failed to see through the disguise of that wretched changeling.” Her eyes narrowed. “Are you having second doubts of your position? As I saw it, you appeared to be quite keen about it.”
“Well, yes, I was.” Twilight looked up to her elder. “Now I’m obviously not.”
The cogs in Luna’s head spun, working hard trying to understand what could possibly have changed the young one’s disposition for the new title. She was about to ask her why, when her eyes flared up in realization. “You spoke to him.”
Twilight’s eyes widened. “You mean Reason? He’s actually real?” she asked in disbelief.
“Of course he’s real—he tried to reason with me before the nightmare took hold over me. I just—” Luna shook her head. “What did the human tell you?”
Twilight grimaced. “He told me enough to doubt her,” she spat. “He thinks that Celestia made me a princess just to send me off because she thinks that I’m a threat.”
Luna’s jaw tensed up, recoiling slightly at the claim and looked away. That was not lost on Twilight. “You knew!?” she accused angrily.
Knowing that withholding would be pointless, Luna sighed before turning to the fuming alicorn before her. “My sister did speak to me about this plot, yes,” she finally said. “I was wholly against it!” she added defensively at the sight of Twilight’s deepening scowl.
Twilight brought her forehoof to her muzzle. “I… I just can’t believe that she would even do this to me!” She began to pace. “After all that I did for her! I worked on every single assignment that she gave me!”
Luna cast her gaze downwards. “Sparkle…”
She did not hear Luna and resumed her furious pacing. “I spent years of my foalhood away from my parents to study under her!”
“Sparkle,” Luna said more firmly.
“I even helped save Equestria like three or four times, and this is my reward!? That no-good, double-dealing—”
“Twilight!” Luna shouted, finally regaining the pacing pony’s attention without resorting to the Royal Canterlot Voice. “I am very well aware of my sister’s loathsome scheming,” she said, her voice and eyes unwavering. “But I will not have you insulting her in my presence.”
“What do you want me to do?” Twilight gestured in a dramatic fashion. “Keep calm and carry on as if nothing’s happened?” She shook her head. “No, no, no, no—I have every right to call Celestia out on this, whether she’s your sister or not.”
“And you would be correct to do so, but she is my sister.” Luna’s eyes shone with unfaltering tenacity. “And I love her dearly in spite of her dastardly deed. A thousand years of exile did not temper my love for Celestia; your arguments shan’t cripple our sisterly love, no matter their merit.”
Twilight’s expression grew cold. “Does that mean that you disagree with me?”
In contrast to Twilight’s expression, Luna’s own expression turned sullen. “No, child. As I said, your anger is justified and I do not dismiss it. I...” She glanced sideways. “I did not anticipate Reason’s involvement in this sordid affair.”
Twilight’s eyebrow piqued, but otherwise did nothing. Luna continued: “I believe that my sister did not consider Reason in her plan.”
“Why?” Twilight asked, her eyes still narrowed.
“She did not mention him in her scheme.”
The young mare snorted. “That’s all?” she scoffed. “Well, it came back to bite her in the flank, didn’t it?”
Luna pouted once more, but not out of sorrow. “It would appear so,” she coolly said, her eyes wandering the length of the quiet hall. “’Tis odd, however—Celestia is a skilled planner. Few things are left unconsidered in her plans.” Her azure eyes fell back on Twilight’s own. “Why would she overlook an influential factor such as Reason?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Twilight snarked with a roll of her eyes. “Maybe she expected me to roll over acceptingly because I revered her!” She let out another snort. “Well I will not stand for this!”
Twilight opened her mouth to continue, but seemed to think better of it. She seemed to focus on Luna. “Hang on a second,” she said. “If you don’t approve of what Celestia is doing, then why didn’t you confront her?” She lashed her wings out. “Why didn’t you tell anyone about this?”
It was Luna’s turn to scoff as she whipped her tail sideways reflexively. “Do you think me as foalish? Of course I challenged my sister and her appalling plot.” She sighed. “But my sister’s banishment decree has placed me in a difficult position. She was correct of the corruption within me, and justly imprisoned me. I, by principle, cannot be against her.”
Twilight stammered, her eye twitching slightly. “You-you…” she fumed, barely restraining her tone, “…you coward! Just because yo—”
“How dare thee insult Us in Our presence!?” the Night Princess boomed in her Royal Canterlot Voice, her wings flared and her eyes glowing with white magical fury. “We are an ancient being with terrible powers and We care not for thy unbecoming brashness! Watch thy tongue, knave!”
The abrupt show of force had silenced Twilight with an awe-inspiring whirlwind of magical energy and thunder. It was a wonder how the cracks of lightning did not scorch the carpet or any of the nearby tapestry.
As abruptly as it had appeared, the magical energy dissipated and with a blink of her eyes, the white glow was gone as well. Luna no longer appeared furious, but her frown still showed that she was clearly upset. “Do not think that my inaction is willing, as my wings are bound.”
Twilight seemed to have calmed down, decidedly humbled by the storm of magic. “But if you can’t directly confront Celestia, then why don’t you try to talk to somepony?”
A sigh escaped the Luna’s lips. “What good would it do, child? My past is muddled with misdeeds and my unruly attempts as Nightmare Moon.” Her azure eyes conveyed an air of sadness. “Ponies still do not fully trust me. Only the foals would listen, but what parent would believe their child’s assertion that my sister, the goodly princess, would do such a horrid thing?”
Twilight’s ears drooped. “I’m…” She didn't seem quite sure what to say, her wrath now gone from her voice. “I’m sorry for insulting you. I’m angry, but I shouldn’t take it out on you, princess.” Her head sagged, eyes closed. “I just thought that you could offer me some advice as to what to do.”
Luna was still, quietly thinking over something. Perhaps... “I cannot assist you directly, Sparkle,” she finally said. "However, I am more than willing to support you if you do confront Celestia herself.”
Twilight’s eyes shot open.
“Yes, it would work,” the Luna said, a smile forming alongside the plan in her mind. “You are my sister’s protégé, a national heroine and a Bearer. Your challenge shall not go unheeded by the common folk, and perhaps that is what is needed to do what is right.”
The shrunken pupils on Twilight were very telling. “You want me expose Celestia in front of everypony,” she deadpanned.
“Indeed.”
“And have me face the possible ire of Celestia.”
“Yes, that is a risk.”
“And go against the whole coronation ceremony we had earlier today.”
“That is a given.”
Twilight groaned. “That’s exactly what Reason told me to do.”
“That human does have a knack for hatching such daring plots.” Luna beamed. “Then I suggest that you follow through with that plan.”
Luna looked on the young one with hope: it would be a difficult thing for her, considering her relationship with Celestia. To think that she had been lied to all this time... “Princess?”
Twilight's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yes, Twilight?”
“Do you think that my friends and family will be on my side if I do this?”
Luna mused on the query. “If your friends and family are truly that, then I do not see them turning tail when the time comes.” She offered an encouraging smile. “Do not fret, your friends will not abandon you and I trust that your brother shall convince Cadance of assisting you in your plight.”
Twilight gave one last look at the dark alicorn. “Thank you, Luna.”
Luna shook her head. “No, Twilight Sparkle”—she bowed her head—“I am the one who must thank you. Your actions shall forever change our nation’s history.” She smirked. “My sister was correct in one thing: you are truly a special pony.”
They exchanged their farewells and parted ways for the last time as equals, for Luna was now convinced of what Twilight would do:
That night would be her last night as Princess Twilight Sparkle, Luna decided.
The sun shone brightly over the Royal Gardens and tweets and chirps filled the fresh air. Along the gravel path trod a young alicorn, bare of regalia. Twilight found the tranquil setting somewhat ironic, as she considered the political storm that hung over Equestria.
It had only been a week since she denounced her title and her former mentor, exposing for what she truly was: a conniving and manipulative luddite who had no intention of advancing the nation so long as it was stable and content. The public clamor was swift—the aristocrats and nobles immediately called into question Celestia’s legitimacy and had formed their own senate that comprised of various influential families. It was still in its infancy, but the nobleponies had set themselves a long-term goal of eventually being able to vie for governance of the country.
The biggest shock came from the Crystal Empire. Once Cadance learned of the scheme and explained that she was once a powerful unicorn who was turned into an alicorn princess to be kept on a leash, she and Shining Armor seceded from the Principality of Equestria out of disgust. The Crystal Empire was now no longer an Equestrian protectorate and had gained its own independence.
There had been some fears over a possible civil war, with the Crystal Empire separated and the Canterlot nobility threatening the viability of the Principality. Fortunately the public uproar was so great to convince the hasty replacement of the head of the Royal Guard to back down. Celestia, with her Guard unable to assist her in her claim of the Crystal Empire and the Bearers as well as her own sister having turned their backs on her, admitted defeat and stepped down from the throne in shame. Thus Princess Luna sat at the throne and has promised to step down as well if the Equestrian people did not want a princess in power. For now she would be the interim government while a referendum got under way within a few weeks.
True to Luna’s word, Twilight’s friends and family joined her side once the cat was out of the bag. Much to her surprise, when exposed in front of a full court, Celestia did not so much as growl at her former student in anger; she just stood there as Twilight told her that she would not comply with her plan. Not once did she lose her temper, and dealt with the ordeal with all of the dignity that she could muster.
Regardless of Celestia’s reaction and handling of the situation, public opinion of the ousted princess was at an all time low, and many people simply did not want to see her on the throne. As of now, Twilight presumed that she had gone into hiding somewhere in the Griffin kingdom of Häukland as she had sympathizers in the queen's court there.
And yet...
Twilight did not feel like she had actually achieved much—yes, she had her opportunity to chastise Celestia in front of everypony and she just stood there, unflinching and unblinking as an angry Twilight explained in excruciating detail the plot against her. At the end of it, the Sun Princess just nodded, admitting defeat and up and left the throne room.
Everyone had told her that it was a victory—that a bad pony was forced out of the good nation of Equestria. But Twilight did not feel victorious. The feeling was comparable to having an opponent walk away from a game of chess that was still in progress. She technically won, but it just wasn't the same, and here she was experiencing the same sensation, only tenfold.
And to think that Celestia hadn't even offered her own excuses, her motives why. She had simply agreed with what Twilight had said in the throne room. It was exactly as Reason had hypothesized. It almost felt too easy. Even the threat from the Commander in Chief of the Royal Guard was curiously downplayed. The elderly unicorn in charge, Testudo, was staunchly loyal to the crown. He wanted to take the initiative and suppress the dissent, and yet nothing happened: no military uprising, no tactical movements, no crackdowns. Not a single incident had been reported.
The whole affair smelled wrong to Twilight.
In her musing, she had stumbled by the stone-white statues that adorned the main area of the gardens. In an attempt to put to rest a question that hung in her head, she walked to one statue in particular. The bipedal human, dressed in suit and trousers, was in the same position as Twilight had seen all those years before: static, silent and very much not alive.
Reason and Logic, she thought to herself as she read the plaque on the pedestal. “I owe everything to you,” she muttered, looking up to the solemn yet unmoving eyes of the statue. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be with my friends right now.
A long deep breath emanated from Twilight as she splayed her wings to look at them. That was one thing that she couldn’t change. The implications of being alicorn were still unknown, as Cadance was an alicorn for only a decade. It wasn’t clear if she and Twilight were truly immortal as Celestia and Luna, which brought in it of itself more unfortunate implications. To think that she could live forever and her friends and family—
A shudder ran down her length as she finished that thought. For a brief moment, Twilight wondered how Luna and Celestia dealt with the curse of their blessing. It remained to be seen if she would have to suffer the same.
“My, my, my, look who’s here!” a familiarly nasal voice exclaimed, snapping her out of her deeper thoughts. Looking to the source of the voice, she found a confused conglomeration of mismatched body parts.
“Discord,” Twilight said without, surprisingly, disdain in her voice. She eyed the draconequus with minor curiosity who was helping himself to a large glass of chocolate milk. “What are you doing here?”
“Same as you, I think,” Discord replied casually, drinking the glass but not the actual liquid inside. “Just having a stroll down memory lane. You’d be surprised how many good memories I have of this place.” He finished his glass and tossed the milk into a bin which he conjured out of nowhere while he took note of the statue nearby. “Ah, Reason. I do believe you two have finally met?”
“Yes we did,” she answered, somewhat surprised. “You two know each other?”
“Not much more than you do, I’m afraid.” Discord grimaced, folding his incompatible appendages. “He never return my calls, you know: a bit of a downer really, though not as much as Celestia.” He turned to Twilight, offering her a lion paw. “Oh, and by the by, I’d like to thank you for what you’ve done.”
Twilight’s brow arched at the paw. “What for?”
“Why, for spreading chaos my good girl,” he said with a great toothy grin. “You single-hoofedly managed to turn the whole Equestrian government on its head and caused a lot of distrust in the current establishment. Even I would have had to work hard to achieve just that.” He clapped. “Bravo.”
A sense of alarm spread in Twilight’s mind. “Wait, what?!” she cried, stumbling back at Discord's declaration. “But I did the right thing! You—" Twilight's eyes narrowed. "You’re not thinking of starting up trouble again, are you?”
Discord looked offended. “Heavens, no! I’ve buried the hatchet the last time, and I have no intention to dig it up now.” A lump of dirt with a handle sticking out of it appeared in his claw. “Look! See?” he insisted, pointing to the so-called 'proof'. “It’s still there.”
She ignored the dirt and again narrowed her eyes at Discord. “What do you mean by ‘now’?”
With a poof, the supposed hatchet disappeared while he cast his gaze away and twiddled his opposable digits in a poor attempt to look innocent. “Weeeell…” He leaned in close to Twilight’s ear. “I might —I repeat— I might have considered going against my word to not cause chaos just for the sake of it.”
“What!?”
He brought his arms up to calm Twilight, recoiling slightly at her outburst. “Woah, woah, woah! That was then, this is now. Thanks to you, that mischievous little idea’s gone from my mind!”
Twilight stammered and faltered to follow up. Discord nudged her in a friendly matter. “That’s good, and you know why? That means that I don’t overdo it and really get chaotic. That’s what you ponies want, isn’t it?”
“Yes…” she said slowly, still eyeing him with narrowed eyes. “But what I’ve started isn’t chaos, it’s change.”
To this, Discord brow knit in confusion. “Of all of the people and the bookworm doesn’t know?” he said. “Methinks you need to revise the meaning of chaos.”
He conjured up a large tome and opened to the appropriate page. Pulling reading glasses out of thin air, he cleared his throat and began to read. “’Chaos: complete disorder and confusion; (physics) the formless mass that supposed to have existed before the creation of the universe; (philosophy) the unwarranted and/or unforeseen change from the established order.’” Discord emphasized the last entry before grimacing. “Oh drat, they used my old sophomore picture…”
“Lemme see that!” said Twilight as she bustled through the draconequus’ furry midsection trying to catch a glimpse of the alleged definition. All she saw was an intricately detailed picture of a smiling Discord by the definitions before he slammed the dictionary shut.
“See, Twilight?” he said with an innocent smile, discretely making the dictionary vanish. “As weird as it is coming from me, I am a stickler to the rules. Chaos can be brought upon by any form of sudden change to what was established previously. And you”—Discord pointed at the pony—“managed to do that with that little exposé on Celestia’s dirty laundry, and so, I won’t interfere.”
She refused to believe him, shaking her head forcibly. “But—”
“Twilight,” he said, his tone and expression suddenly growing stern. “I am shocked, shocked I tell you, that in spite of your fallout with Celestia, you still think chaos as a bad thing like she did.” He coiled around her in a serpentine fashion. “Sure, when I broke out a while back, I did it to further my vengeance on the princesses.” Discord sneered. “Especially on Celestia—she sort of deserved it.
“But”—he leapt away from Twilight and looked dreamily upwards in the sky as the sun’s beams on him somehow grew more radiant—“after I have been shown the light by your friend, Fluttershy, I’ve learned that chaos doesn’t need to ruin lives for it to be chaos, and pure and unadulterated chaos would lose its charm after a while.” Discord turned his attention back to the pony and procured a large bag of popcorn. “It’s much more interesting to see what sort of chao—changes, that you ponies can achieve by yourselves, especially if he”—he pointed to Reason and Logic—“is going to run things backstage. Did you know that humans were deliciously chaotic?”
Twilight recoiled at the claim. “Really?” She glanced back at the statue and back to the draconequus with an arched brow.
Discord grabbed a clawful of popcorn. “I see the discrepancy, Twilight Sparkle.” His head morphed into that of Twilight and, in perfect mimicry, spoke in her voice. “’How could someone like Reason be chaotic? It doesn’t make any sense!’” Twilight-Discord began to crunch on the fistful of popcorn, a bored look on his (her?) face.
Dismissing the very peculiar sight of her own head on a draconequus body, Twilight thought that she had an answer to her copycat’s question. “Let me guess; his kind changed? A lot?”
Appearing by her side in his normal self, Discord grinned. “Ding-ding-ding! Give the mare a prize! And guess what? Humanity thrived because of that.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “Yes indeed. They might have had a couple of hitches here and there, but all in all, they got to be on top of the world because they dared and pushed their limits and changed.
“Well,” he piped up, rubbing his claw and paw together, “I’m off on vacation!”
Twilight couldn’t help but be curious: “Where to?”
“I’m thinking Häukland,” Discord replied, as he donned a bright ocean-blue shirt with floral patterns. “I hear that the weather over there’s great this time of the year. Plus”—he put on a pair of reflective orange shades—“I want to say ‘I told you so’ to Celestia over and over agai—”
Twilight shot a chastising stare at him.
“What?” he asked lamely, pulling up the shades.
“Discord…”
“Ugh.” The draconequus huffed. “Fine. I won’t pester her while I’m there—satisfied?”
Twilight nodded vehemently. “Yes. Don’t cause trouble while you’re gone then.”
Discord laughed as he picked up a shoulder bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Make sure that you do while I’m gone.” And with a snap of his claws, he disappeared.
As entertaining as this meet up with her former nemesis was, worries crept up Twilight’s mind. How bad would these ‘hitches’ be? And was this the way that would ultimately her kind to greatness?
“That,” a voice behind her said, “is for you to decide.”
Twisting around to see nothing but the immobile statue of Reason, a nagging suspicion told Twilight that she might have imagined that.
Regardless of her worries, she smiled, optimistic about the future. She couldn’t tell what time would bring to Equestria and what troubles it would have to face, but she had nothing but hope for their future.
Besides, she decided that she had found her true calling. Looking up to the sky and imagining all of the wondrous possibilities that awaited her people, she beamed at the thought of meeting up with her best friends later in the day.
A good friend: that’s what she would be.
Hi everyone, this is my third story on the site, and this time it has nothing to do with TCB.
Needless to say, The Magical Mystery Cure left me with a bad taste in my mouth when I finished it. I'll get into an in-depth critique in a blogpost later, but my greatest gripe was the fact that Twilight was crowned princess when it didn't really make sense in the episode's and in the whole show's context. I know that the whole 'Alicorn Princess Twilight Sparkle' was a marketing ploy for more toys and the writers didn't have much elbow room in making it work, but I found their excuse for the coronation pretty lacking and their reasoning full of holes. This, is in essence, my stance on the whole affair.
I realize that much of what I wrote here is headcanon, but I tried to base as much as I could on the canon of the show. But seriously Hasbro, you have to explain how alicorns work and their backstory. Otherwise stuff like this will pop out.
I don't have anything else to say other than I hoped you enjoyed my take to an alternate ending to the season three finale and maybe see some my stance here.
Comments, as always, are very much appreciated.
2594634 If I'm not mistaken Cadance was a pegassus not a Unicorn before becoming an Alicorn Princess. I love his and I actualy agree with may things. Faved.
Interresting story.
I think The Magical Mystery Cure was a pile of manure, the whole cutie mark thing was the opposite of everything that was told and hinted for 3 years on the show, and the coronation make no sense, just like you said.
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That's what the Crystal Hearst Spell Book stated. As far as I am aware, it's not pertinent to the show's canon. I treat is as an alternate canon.
And oh my gosh! This got featured! I'd like to thank my pre-readers boredhooman, Cyberphantom and Demon Eyes Laharl, and you of course for making this happen!
Well played, master.
Still, it´s difficult to believe such a change like removing Princess Celestia from Government after thousand of years in power can be succesfully archieved in only a few weeks, with a 100% public approval (99% counting Celestia) and without chaos (the non-harmless) variety. Any revolution uses to demand bloodshed and strife before things get right (or not). "Dusk Dangerous Games" has a more realistic approach to Celestia (control) vs Twilight (freedom).
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But that's the thing, as Reason and Discord said, there will be hitches and obstacles. The senate that the nobleponies set up? That's barely representative of the Equestrian people, but it is the next logical step after the thousands-years-old principality. Small steps and changes which can (and mostly will) be painful to go through. But ultimately they are heading in the right direction.
Ooh... Im liking this.
I never really liked the "mystery cure" episode as I found it kinda shallow, so Im glad I read this.
I find it quite clever the way you portrayed Celestia and her little ploy to keep her peacefull rule while keeping conflicts to the minimum (It makes sense that a millennium old monarch would fear change and stick to the ideals off eternal peace)
So.. Good job and ill make sure to eat a cookie in your honor.
Me likey! I do happen to like the 'Celestia-secret-tyrant' idea, and this hit the JACKPOT, BABY! /5 mustaches!
Awesome read! Will we ever know what happened to the human(s) that made things turn out as they did?
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If we do, then I won't be the one who wrote it.
You know I've always had a special place in my heart for these kinds of stories. Well done!
Very nice. A longer version would had been preferable, instead of the fast-forward process. I could have seen this taking a turn towards the dark theme, maybe with Celestia objecting to step down from the throne. Twilight, as Reason said, taking babysteps; relaying information to her friends, coming up with plans to expose Celestia. etc.
It was a nice read, but it has more potential in my opinion.
I must say, I really like the approach you've done.
I'm not afraid to say I dislike Magical Mystery Cure's execution, and therefore the episode as a whole.
This story greatly exemplifies the concerns of the rushed nature of the episode, and if not rushed; the execution.
What I love most however, is that you keep everyone in their legitimate mindsets; such as Celestia stepping down 'quietly,' and Luna afraid to cause more discomfort.
This earns a favorite from me, because this is a story that looked between the lines of the show, and took that to create a great take on what could happen in a no-boundary environment.
That part with Discord was very poignant.
Also...
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I had considered writing Twilight's revelation and her act of exposing Celestia, but I decided against it because it would drag the story far beyond what I had intended. I do not mean to write an entire series stemming from this story, I do not trust myself to be able to do so. I am more than willing to allow others to take up from where I left the story and proceed from there.
I agree that there could be more, but I believe that this is just the right amount for a simple one-shot.
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I am glad to see that you agree. That honestly does a lot to give me faith in our community after having seen so many so ready to defend MMC in spite of its flaws. I do not contend your enjoyment of the finale, but I aimed to show its flaws in execution and internal logic and formulate a possible scenario continuing from where the MMC seemed to be going. Nothing more, nothing less.
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Well, there really isn't anything stopping another writer from filling in the gaps or continuing it.
Maybe the story from Celestia's point of view after she stepped down?
With Discord totally saying 'I told you so over' and over again?
Maybe a continuation of the story set a year later?
How much progress could be made with a brilliant mind like Twilights?
Or, like you said, an alternate version, where Celestia refuses to step down?
As Reason said: "That, is for you to decide."
The possibilities are there.
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The story certainly uses some plot holes in the series effectively. Perhaps you would consider continuing this universe a bit. It has a lot of potential.
It is stories like these that burrow a special place within my heart.
First off, I'd like to say that when I took a first glance at this story, I thought that it was going to be some random human interacting with Twilight. But when I actually took a moment to actually read it, my expectations were blown away. This would seem like a proper closure for the final episode of MLP:FIM, asking the questions "Why was Twilight Sparkle made a Princess?", "Where was Luna and Cadance's voices throughout it all?", "Just what consequences can the leadership of a watchful mother be?" and many others. Were I a bit more reckless, I dare say that this would be a bit of a deconstruction just like "Lesson Zero" was a deconstruction for the idea of sending daily friendship letters to Celestia. It is only a shame that many more stories do not hold this sort of analysis to their contents.
Thumbs up and placed in my favorites. Great work.
Hmmmm, I both like and not like this story at the same time.
Personally, I kinda liked MMC, but that's because of preference and how I just personally see it as a powerful completion of Twilight's character arc and how far she's come, I just wanna make that clear. However, despite my preference, I DO understand people's stance against it and I do see the faults and holes in Twilight's ascension (as well as the flaws in Equestrian society like the military) and the many unanswered important questions like you, or rather the character Reason, have put forward and analysed here. They are indeed very glaring and did manage to get me to look at the whole episode in a much more skeptical light like other arguments against it have, even though I still am personally okay with Twilight's ascension.
However, I do have to point out that half the strength of this story is like you said, due to your headcanon and interpretation mostly of Celestia and her motives, and whilst they were very well reasoned and executed, at the end of the day, they are only that. Now, yeah, she very well be underhanded and scheming, but then she may pure as the driven snow, it's all down to how we see it, so I guess that's what we have fanfiction for, eh? Really, I suppose I can't fault you for that, with maybe only the exception that I just personally don't like "Tyrant Celestia". And hey, I will give you credit that here, she's not just some evil conniving monster, but more of a well-intentioned extremist that is doing what she believes is best for her people though like every over-controlling parent, she's doing more harm than good.
Also, just wanna point out, you NAILED Discord's character. And it was satisfying to see the argument of chaos not being something inherently bad brought, as well.
But let me ask you this: the first two episodes of Season 4 are in fact going to deal with the issue of the downsides of Twilight's ascent to Princesshood. Depending on how they handle it in those episodes, do you think they could possibly soften or alter your stance to the whole issue in anyway?
Still, all in all, this was indeed a very well handled and argued case against the Alicorn Twilight issue, even though I personally and surely many others reading this are on the opposite side of the fence. Well done.
You good sir might have started another verse for writers to write with .
Personally I like this story a lot :3 and would love to see other writers make spinoffs sequels and such great job with this fave and upvote
Beautiful story-- well played.
Stories like this have always made me wonder:
Would people/ponies/whatever-species give up anything in exchange for peace and consistency, or would they be willing to give that up in exchange for the unknown? It seems like whenever it fully reaches one side (if we were this to a pendulum) of the spectrum, there's always a small group apart from that majority that gets it swinging the other way again, creating a perpetual "clock." Great, now I'm going to over-analyze this...
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart Rest forever here in our hearts The last and final moment is yours That agony is your triumph
Yay, technology stagnation! I've been working on aplot outline that revolves around the mismatched technology sets throughout the series and I'm glad that Somepony has finally picked up on it! Anyway, I love this story! Great job sir, great job!
2595520
I fully understand and respect your opinion. I never wanted to convince anyone that I am right and that my own headcanon is the be-all-end-all continuation from the finale. As I have said, this is only my interpretation and what I believe would be the consequence if the show were to continue. Granted, this is just the first of the so-called 'Twilicorn' trilogy, so it still remains to be seen if anything what I've said here holds up.
I am willing to forgive MMC, but the fourth season pilot and the follow up better have a damn well good reason or explanation for this. I'm hopeful, but I'm not setting my expectations very high, don't want to be disappointed.
2595493
As I, 2595443 and 2595548 have said, if people wish to continue this, they have my full permission. The possibilities are endless, so long as they are coherent.
2595558
That's one of the great questions of philosophy, isn't it? One that might never be truly answered.
2595598
You.
I freaking love you right now for getting that reference.
I have mixed feelings about this. I've never liked Oppresslestia because making her into a modern tyrant tends to break the character. This story skirts that line nimbly. So while I don't particularly like Celestia being cast in this kind of light, the motives and results fit and make sense.
I just worry that Twilight hasn't fully considered the ramifications of pushing Celestia fully out of power at the request of a little-understood creature who professes change for its own merits - both for herself and the rest of the ponies. It just seems so very drastic.
So what about Celestia?
I think therein lies my problem with so many 'Celestia is bad' stories. Luna nearly killed everyone - or at least just tried to implement an eternal dictatorship - but deserves a second chance. Celestia doesn't. Why?
I'm a little confussed about one thing.
Celestia turns alicorns into princess because she want to keep then under control, but
Does she want only female alicorns rulling and only the ones she can control?
Does the fact that all the alicorns are females is beyond her doing? or she is responsable for that too?
Why didn't she turn the main six into alicorns?
I din't undestand that part.
2595714
You already say it.
Luna nearly killed everyone - or at least just tried to implement an eternal dictatorship.
And she was punished for her actions.
Celestia needs to be punished as well, maibe not in the same way as Luna, but still. When I say punished I mean justice.
Hmm a very interesting and well thought up fic about Alicorn Twilight. An odd twist on an HiE as well. All in all pretty damned good story, eh?
2595689
Give me a 3 billion people, 3 planets that are 100% similiar, and god-like powers and I'll give you some results.
*1 billion remain as the control group and are responsible for themselves on the first planet.
*Another 1 billion are given the circumstances to be completely peaceful at the expense of personal freedom on the 2nd planet.
*The last 1 billion are given the the 3rd planet and start as a technologically-based nation without any kind of ethics to hold them back.
At the end of the experiment (after say, 200 million years) I will mark any changes, including attempted revolutions and changes in society in all 3 of these nations and release my findings.
My personal favorite question is: Is knowledge a countable infinite or an uncountable infinite?
2595714
I'll be honest with you: if I had my way, the finale would've turned out completely differently and have made much more sense than it already does. As it is, it tells me that Celestia is a underhanded schemer. I don't want to see that sort of Celestia, because I personally find the idea of a 'bad' Celestia a tired trope as well. I've written this because this is honestly what I got when the credits rolled.
And yes, Twilight (and all of Equestria, really) is taking a big risk by ousting the one leader who has proven to work so far, and as Discord and Reason said, there will very likely be huge obstacles to overcome before things truly get better.
As for not giving Celestia a second chance... the thing is that Luna had been corrupted. She was no longer herself and was not fully in control of her faculties when she threatened eternal night. Celestia on the other hand was willing and aware of her actions in the context of this story. One could make the argument that she still ought to be given a chance, but as I see it, the populace still very much remembered the failure of the defense of Canterlot from the Changeling invasion. And who knows? Like 2595762 said, there's still the opportunity for a second chance, it just will take time for people to be willing to forgive.
2595721
No, Celestia having only turned females into ponies is just a coincidence. Were Cadance a male, she still would have turned Cadance into an alicorn princess.
2595781
I think you could only answer that question with certainty if we know the answer to this question: is the universe finite?
Twi you sexy beast!
"The rule of the Princesses has ended. But with them no longer ruling over Equestria fades the faith of the masses. And without our faith, the Elements of Harmony will not protect us. Sure, the new system will keep our nation afloat, but it is only a matter of time until the other civilizations take advantage of this situation. In the eyes of our illustrius leaders we have won.
But in this hour of victory, we taste only defeat. I ask why. We are Equestrians, guardians of all that exists. The roots of the world have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun towards which all intelligence blossoms. And the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered. I stand before you. Accused of the sin of ensuring Equestrian ascendancy. Of attempting to save us from this fate where we are forced to... recede... The other species stand as the greatest threats in the world. Refusing to eradicate them is a fool's gambit. We squander eons in the darkness, while they seize great triumphs for their own. The Mantle of Responsibility, for all things, belongs to Equestrians alone! Think of my acts as you will. But do not doubt the reality. The reclamation... has already begun. And we are hopeless to stop it."
-Attributed to Frosty Gaze, leader of the Supremacist rebellion of 1038, who had plans to combine the Elements of Harmony with unknown magic for unknown reasons. Examination proved theories that he was working on a device identifiable as a 'Weapon of Mass Destruction' that would have been able to destroy all multicellular life on the planet and even having effects reaching far into outer space Reports indicate that he and his accomplices had help from an unknown entity who is known only as the Mad Titan.
2595837
That excerpt almost makes me want to continue this.
Almost.
2595782 Thanks for clarifying it.
Have a moustache my good sir
You mean Fluttershy?
2595874
No worries, I'm happy to help explain my story.
And much obliged for the fine 'stache, sir.
2595880
How in the hell did that slip past not just me, but three pre-readers? I apologize, I'll get on it.
2595782
I guess my hint was too subtle.
Twilight is a huge hypocrite for enjoying being a 'good friend' to five ponies while completely ditching her friendship with Celestia. She's directly tossing out her lessons from Griffin the Brush Off (dealing with a difficult friend), Sonic Rainboom (being there for your friend), Green Isn't Your Color (communicating with your friends), Over a Barrel (understanding and compromise), Return of Harmony (friendship is worth fighting for), The Cutie Pox (be honest with yourself and others), Secret of My Excess (be kind and generous), One Bad Apple (the entire episode mirrors this fic to an extent; minus how the end plays out).
Several other episodes' lessons may also be indirectly hurt by Twilight's actions: Winter Wrap Up (working together), Party of One (expect the best of your friends because they should have your interests in mind), Lesson Zero (don't let your problems grow out of proportion), The Last Roundup (don't hide from your problems).
2595762
I'm going to backtrack a little on my position.
As far as we are aware Luna reached a point where Celestia's entreaties were having no effect on her decisions. Essentially Luna's second chance was 1000 years ago. But she had to be stopped and so she was punished. Her reinstatement is her third chance.
As far as this fic goes, Twilight never tries to reach out to Celestia, so Celestia doesn't even get a second chance.
After thinking about it I think this story breaks Twilight's character.
Right, so: unholy fuck, that was well done. Granted, it was very logic bomb, and I'm not going to lie and say I was perfectly well entertained, but you clipped along right quick and got to the main points swiftly and portrayed all the characters exceedingly well. Very good work!
There's a fairly substantial hue and cry for a continuation, but let me break the combo by cautioning you against trying to continue this universe. for it lends itself far too easily to massive despair cannon and I can't help but fear a melodrama, a civil war, multiple instances of characters dying bloody deaths, and a massive dragon that was once Spike laying waste to the countryside, all for fairly flimsy reasons.
2595781
Speculative multi-universal fanfiction of three different Equestrias, AHOY!!!
2595923
Now, you would've been right if Twilight had reacted the way she has if Celestia decided to force her and her friends to pay the tickets for the Grand Galloping Gala. The thing is that here she's been lied to and, as a result, been kept away from her parents. Again, headcanon galore here, but in the context of this story, Twilight's reaction over abandoning Celestia is actually justified when she was about to be sent away from her friends, her family, and everything that she loved.
Now I'm not saying that the two can never again be friends; in time wounds heal, but for the time being, Twilight simply does not want to be with Celestia, the one whom she's supposed to trust as much as if she were her own mother and who broke that trust.
Again, if you think that I broke Twilight's character, then alright, I won't hold it against you. I'm just presenting it as I see things. You may see things differently than I do, and others see them differently from the two of us.
To continue the tradition of pedantry established by the prior comments, "protectorate and its own independent state" ought to be rephrased; had become? became? developed it's status into? The phrasing must be your own, because your writing style is smooth and better than most published novels I've read, but hey, I'm here to pick nits.
All that aside, this is a fantastic piece of fiction; not just FiMfiction, but fiction as a whole, and I look forward to finishing it.
-edit- There's a few minor problems, but they can all be dashed away as stylistic choices or not containing enough nits to pick. And, despite my overall predilection towards dubstep, I found the Kid Cudi rap song "Dat New 'New'" fit shockingly well with the latter two-thirds of the piece.
2595968
How in the devil are silly mistakes like this one slipping through the net? Nuts!
And what do you mean by 'looking forward to finishing it'? Do you intend to do so or do you expect that I continue this? I have already said this before, this is as much that you'll have from me of this universe.
2595850 Damn! So close!
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2595985
I hadn't finished it at time of my persnickety comment. I've now finished unforseen consequences and I'm working on The Familiar Explanation. I... I read pretty quickly.
And hey, mistakes slip through all the time. I'm working on editing a friend's fic before he publishes, and every time he puts something new, I reread it. I've done this 5 times now, and I find some new problem every time.
2594634
It's going to suck when season four completely destroys this story since the writers will probably come up with someway to fix things.
2596068
Quick as a hiccup, aintch'ya? I'm surprised at how quick you are. There ought to be a medal or something for that.
2596071
I honestly hope that they do. If they can fix it it would be great.
2596079
Alright, I'd love to be flippant, but the Familiar Explanation, coupled with tabbing back and forth to my friend's horror FiMfiction, is leaving me running dry on the happiness-o-meter. I'm sure rewatching an episode or two will do me a world of good, but right now I am not there.
2596082
My TCB fics are tagged as 'Sad' for a reason.
2596090
Ya got a point there, but the horror tag is holding a lot more relevance for me now. So far, your fic is simply intriguing.
Huh. We've been carrying on a conversation in comment replies, and it's CIVILIZED. Mayhaps I've been on Youtube too long.
Sidenote; I am a rather new brony, converting shortly after the Season 3 Finale (though I didn't notice it at the time), so- is there some form of chat function on this site? It would make a lot of sense.
2596104
There is, but I don't use it personally. You might find others who you can chat with though.