Essence: Past, Present, Future

by IceQB

Chapter 1: Mi Amore Diane

"... go pack your room this instant!" yelled Celly.

"But I just packed yesterday!" I cried out, the two of us engaged in an argument in inside my room.

"And today, it's in a mess again. You need to start learning to be organized, Diane. And I want you to learn how to be more independent, and more self-reliant! You're already mature enough to know what to do. I shouldn't be telling you all of this!"

"But... I just woke up!" I whimpered.

"No buts! Do it. Now!" And with that, she stormed off in fury, leaving me standing in my room, which was littered with strewn pillows and messy cushions. My oak table was in a mess, and my beautiful glass windows were laden with dust.

I hated to admit it, but my room did look like a typhoon blew this room apart, but it would have gotten messier after I packed it, so why bother anyways? Why does she even care about the state of my room? And why did she have to be so controlling all the time? I mean like, I had grown up! My adolescent ages had gone by for crying out loud! Puberty was a thing of the past, but why must she still treat me like an ignorant kid?

I threw myself on my bed, and buried under one of the many pillows, then yelled muffled cries in despair, taking my frustration out on the soft goodness. I laid still, head facing towards the bed, as I hoped for time to past faster so my day could end faster, which wouldn't happen if I didn't pack my room, Celly was bound to check, and would demand I fix all abnormalities or deviants with her definition of a 'pristine-conditioned' room.

I sat up, contemplated on my next action. Clean the room? I had to do it some time. Sleep? That sounded good. Stomach? Growling; I was hungry. And it kept snarling its invisible teeth at me, begging for me to swallow some digestible material to satisfy its hunger. I knew if I wanted an early lunch, I had to do what Celly wanted me to do.

I let out a sigh and dragged my feet over to the side of my bed. Then I began picking up all the pillows with my horn, and placed them in an orderly fashion on my bed, straightening the grooves at the same time. Lastly, I folded my blanket and fixed my bedsheets, and my room looked tidy already. I levitated the cushions to one side, and grabbed a broom and dustpan and swept the entire room. Once the floor was clear of stuff, I began to wipe the windows with a cloth, allowing sunlight to actually shine through. I shut one eye in response to the change of lighting, which had perked my room up, revealing trash all around my room. How I missed them when I swept, I was unclear, but I put down my cloth and started sweeping again. That was when Celly entered my room again. Doesn't she EVER knock?

"I see you're cleaning, but I would have finished the entire room by now. I will come back one more time after ten minutes to check. If it's still not up to standard, make you own lunch, okay?" And before I could react to her sudden motions, she left the room once again.

The nerve! Did she just compare me to her? I'm not weak! I'll show her!

I proceeded to my drawers and pulled a mouse trap out, then placed it right in front of the door. This prank was more as a revenge, although I know I would enjoy this. After that, I went back to sweeping, picking up all the trash and throwing them in a huge bin outside my room. My floor was finally spotless, and I proceeded back to cleaning the windows. As I concentrated hard to finish my task, without any warning, one of the guards appeared behind me, tapped my shoulder and signalled that Celly was on her way. But the windows aren't done! Oh no...

Taken aback, I lost concentration, and the window I was cleaning shattered. After taking a moment to get back into reality, I then enabled a spell to fix the broken shards and piece the window back once again. The shards floated in mid air and connected itself like a jigsaw puzzle, then reattached itself to the window frames. It was as if nothing happened. Plus, the windows looked cleaner than ever.

Phew, just in the nick of time as Celly walks into my room... and accidentally kicked the mouse trap away...

"I see you have finally packed your room. Well done sister. Now let me check." She bent down low and reached up high, checking for trash and misplaced objects, but after searching at every nook and cranny, she hadn't quite believed the feat I just pulled.

"Wow. It's actually clean... except for... this pillow." She levitates a pillow that had been in the middle, disturbing the tranquility of their existence on my bed. "You see this corner here? There's a dirt mark." I squinted at it, but all I could make out of that was a clean pillow.

"Oh come on, Celly-"

"Sister, by now you should know how to address me. I need not tell you how to address me again, do I?”

“Okay, whatever, Celly,” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes at her. "But this pillow is clean! There aren't any dirt marks there!"

"If I say there is, then there is! Guards, get rid of this pillow! It's filthy, and does not belong here!" Celly then threw my heart-shaped pillow out of my room, which one of her many guards ran after, grabbed it, and disappeared down the hallways. I stood there in shock, not believing what she had done. Obviously, for one, there wasn't any dirt. She just threw my pillow out to hide the fact that she was wrong.

"Wait! Don't!" I cried out to the guard who ran away.

"It's okay. I'll just get you a new one. There's nothing special about a heart anyways." I felt a chill run down my spine.

"You're... cold..." My eyes stared at her hooves, refusing to make eye contact with her for her atrocity.

“Get over it.” sighed Celly as she shook her head. “There are more important business at hoof. Let's not forget today is that day where you go seal Discord once again. It's your job to make sure he doesn't come out, and if he does, oh boy, you and I will have a lot of stuff to talk about, and you'll be the one cleaning up all the mess!"

"Why can't you ever do it?" I questioned my... sister.

"Only you wield the strength to do it, something I can't comprehend why so. But only your magic, which I permit you to only use to seal Discord and nowhere else, can do it."

"Oh come on, that's a lie." I rolled my eyes sacarstically. "You're the most powerful being, second being Luna, and you can't even perform that magic?"

"Just do whatever I say, little sis. I'm the most powerful, like you said, so just listen to my orders, okay?!" demanded Celly.

"I don't take orders from annoying sisters, especially one that lies to me."

"I'm not lying! It's just... it's different! I can't do it, no matter how much I want. It will be SO much easier for me to handle."

"Oh now you're-"

The room filled with shouts from both of us, threats bouncing and echoing off the reflective surfaces of the walls. The guards stood nonchalantly a distant away, and assumed the bystander role, too used to our daily bickering to bother intervening. Back and forth, sarcastic and hurtful remarks, some of which had clearly defined ill-intentions, swung like a pendulum, with both of us trying to gain the upper hand in this argument that presented no winners.

I, for one, had admitted she's the most powerful being. But I refused to admit she lacked the power to re-seal Discord. Luna... well she was an exception to this argument; she actually worked to safeguard the night, while Celly just reads manuscripts and scrolls daily to 'protect' us all. In fact, I believed she wanted to skive off work that could have potentially been hers, but assigned it to me so she would had to do less. I had accused her of being lazy numerous times, but... she just... doesn't... LISTEN!

In the heat of the argument, I said something that made Celly turn red. I couldn't remember what it was, and it was certainly too late for me to take it back, but clearly, Celly was steaming out of rage.

"Guards, all out." Celly commanded. Like obedient soldiers, all of them left the room, and shut the door behind them. Now, there were only us two left in the room.

Oh now, things were going to get serious, wasn't it? If Celly wanted some privacy, it meant real business. Celly stormed closer towards me, but then, just in the nick of time, I spotted my saviour. The nearer she came closer to me, the wider my grin actually formed on my face. Just another one of those bad hair days, eh Celly?

“LOOK DIANE, JUST- AHHHHH!!!!” she screamed, her long, overflowing hair flailing wildly with the mouse trap clamped tight, refusing to let it go.

It was just too funny. She missed my trap once, only to activate it once again due to sheer rage. Oh, this day couldn't get any better. I tried to hold in my laughter, but my facial expression didn't bother masking it away. As usual, she tried to rip it off forcefully, which results in... well, a Princess with a bald head might as well be the next world wonder.

“AHHH! GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF ME!”

I couldn't contain my laughter any more. As I burst out laughing, Celly's eyelids flew open, revealing her white, pearly eyes. Her mouth was as wide as her eyes were, and her hair was in a frantic mess. She kicked wildly and managed to successfully, or rather, unsuccessfully, pull off a few strands of her hair.

When she finally ripped the mouse trap out (along with some more strands of her hair), and realised what was stuck to her mane, I swore she turned even redder. Her eyes were tinted with a shade of dark red and her wings flung out almost instantly. You could hear the ground being scratched by her hooves as she tried to regain posture, with her eyes locked onto my non-sorry laughing face.

“PRINCESS MI AMOR DIANE! YOU WILL GO THIS INSTANT! I HAVE ALREADY SENT TWO GUARDS TO YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE. THEY WILL ESCORT YOU ONLY TOWARDS THE AREA. YOU ARE TO GO. NOW!” she ordered, with a slight hint of malice in her tone, “AND YOU BETTER MAKE SURE YOU COMPLETE YOUR TASK, OR ELSE.”

I could have sworn Celly was really mad at me. Not the usual mad though. Unlike my other fights with her where she would just yell at me, her horn acted strangely. For a slight second, her horn glowed blood red, and sparks were trickling off it. Her eyebrows creased as if to focus on some magic, but at that point, I was laughing too hard to care about what she was going to do to me.

Her horn then glowed from red to yellow, and as I looked up, her horn seemed to have encased the room with a bright blast of light. I shut my eyes for a second, blocking out the huge ray of light from potentially burning my eyes. After a few seconds, I re-opened them, and found myself standing alone in the room. with the few strands of white hair that got brutally pulled out lying on the floor.

“Uh, Princess Diane?” a guard popped his head inside the door frame. He was as stock built as every other guard pony, but his muscles were obviously trembling under his skin from the sound of Celly's loud, commanding voice, as well as the bright explosion of light coming from my room. You could sense his nervousness stemming from his incessant tapping on the floor.

“Princess Diane? Are you ready to go?” asked the guard once again.

This time around, another a similar looking guard pony, one with a slightly lower voice, revealed himself and spoke. “If we don't go soon, we might get chided by Princess Celestia. So please hurry Princess.”

“Fine." I sighed, knowing that I have no choice but to embark on this little quest. "Guards, escort me to the front door.” As practiced everyday, the two guards stomped with a force that would have shook Earth, gripped their weapons as tight as their hooves could and raised their head up high.

“Lead the way Princess Diane,” saluted the two guards, whose sharp, dangerous eyes looked ready to kill anyone who dared to cross my path.

“Follow me. I commanded. “Oh and prepare my carriage. It's going to be one long journey to Earth.”

My body tingled as I proceeded towards the main doors of the castle; I couldn't help but feel that Celly was up to no good.

Author's Note:

Revised edition. My old chapter was AEGAEGAEHAEAEFAE...
-H

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