Celestia's thoughts that she has over the years. just a bunch of one shots all based around Celestia and what she thinks of things
Celestia's thoughts on matter throughout the years and what she thinks of things. after all when your an immortal you have a lot of time to think. will be a bunch of one shots string together varying in length.
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I embrace the tea pot in my magic lifting it and slowly pour it in my cup. I watch as the liquid begins to pour like a waterfall and the cup being the rocks in which it hits. I can hear the flow of running water, as if I was standing right there I can feel the light breeze that comes from it. I can feel the calmness that it invokes in me, the subtle feel of its touch on my face. I feel welcome by it accepted by it and as I watch like so many other things in my life I see its end approaching it not knowing that it’s about to stop its flow till another is to come along and replace it. And just like that the once strong flow, it ends in a few drops. Drop, drop, drop…. I see that last of the ripple strike my cup, and I see it settle down to a still motion. The steam starts to rise from the fresh poured cup of tea and I just stare at it. stare and stare as the steam starts to disappear, I bring it to my lips and take a sip the smooth liquid helps quench my thirst just a little bit. So I take another, then another and soon the tea that brought that little bit of happiness is no more. Yes, life is like a good cup of tea, best enjoyed warm and taken in sips. Before you know it, there are no more sips to be had. I stare at the now empty cup and wonder should I ever share a cup of tea with anyone? After all, they could only ever really enjoy a sip before they too become like the cup in which they sip from.
I sip some of tea from my favorite cup and stare up at the darkened sky. I feel my robe rubbing against me, and my wild mane moving sometimes in front of my eyes. It seems to have a mind of its own, as if it wanted to be in my way as much as possible. I smiled at the silly thought and let a small giggle escape my lips. After all, there is no need to be so formal when no one is around. The cool air of night touches me, and I feel not cold, but warm, thinking it’s my sister’s touch that in some way, she misses me as much as I miss her.
I close my eyes for a moment and take in the smell on the breeze. I could swear that the smell of roses were in the air tonight. My smile grew, and I open my eyes. I look back at the brightness that is the moon and whisper. “Hello sister, I know it’s late for you. After all, it's almost time for the sunrise. I know we have had our share of problems in the past, but I hope we can forgot about those transgressions…” The moon does speech back, but like every night I continue to talk to her, as if she were right beside me. “You know, I just found the most amazing little filly today, she has a lot of potential. I think she will go very far. She could even be another Star Swirl! Wouldn’t that be great? I love that pony, though he never got out very much. Say Lulu, want to see paint the sky today? Want to see my art for old time’s sake?”
I wait for a reply that I know won’t come. She never answers me anymore, after all the Mare in the Moon business. “So I was thinking maybe today I would paint the sky with some purple and a bit of pink with a hint of orange to start with and go from there. What do you think?” “…” “Yes, I know the orange doesn’t go well with it, but at the same time, the contrast might make it look all the more beautiful, you know?” I smile up at the moon, as I begin to cast the magic to move it and the sun, so they would start to switch places. I then begin my art of painting the sky, as the sun slowly begins to rise. The moon is visible just long enough to see the sunrise. I sip from my now cool tea, not even minding the now bitter taste, all the while, I smile knowing that at least Luna would get to see my sky today and hopefully she can see the love I want to give her.
I pour another cup of tea set down on my balcony and just watch as my morning art slowly disappears and the pony’s start to rise from their slumbers. Soon I will here knocking at my door and my day will begin again maybe today it will be something special maybe a noble will only want her favor or maybe the villagers neighbor is only a spy for the griffins today after all the cabbages are a state secret.
I hear birds singing in the distance, telling the world that it’s time to rise and begin anew once again. I sit there and listen, while I watch the sky. The new sounds of a city becoming alive sound down below. The trot, trot, trot as the maid or guard comes to get me and bring my morning report and breakfast. I hear the light knock on the door. “Your Highness, may I come in?” Ah, a maid today. “Yes, you may enter.”
As she enters, I take note that she is a young earth pony in a standard maid outfit. Her hair is done up in a high ponytail and her cutie mark is hidden from view. She is carrying a tray with my breakfast on it, along with a letter with the Captain of the Guards’ seal on it. That lazy captain hasn’t been up to giving me these report in the last few months now. Though when I think about it, he is getting up there. I might want to start looking for a new one soon.
I take the letter and open it. It’s nothing special, just stating that nothing has happen last night, and all is well. I then take my breakfast next and dismiss the maid. She leaves, with the shut of the door behind her. I stare at the meal before me: a simple honey and oats cereal with butter toast and a new tea pot with sugar off to the side. I take a few bites before the morning breeze hits me. It’s warm and comforting, yet for some reason, I feel so very cold and unwelcomed.
You know what I love about cake, the fact that there is so many to choose from. Chocolate cake, vanilla cake, carrot cake, pumpkin cake, and so many others. The list goes on and on! It’s wonderful! Nothing can compare to cake besides tea. For tea is just as diverse and goes well with so many things, including cake. I just can’t get enough of it, even after all of these millenium, cake has proved me something no other food has, something new to eat. Yes I know there are new foods to eat but are they good to eat? Do they look appealing to eat? Will there be a new version of it next year for me to eat?
The answer to this is sadly more often than not no. Now I have to ask? When is appropriate to eat cake? Why after every meal, besides breakfast and any snack time. It can even be done on all holidays. You see, those few extra pounds you may get from it is a small price to pay if you can have something that can be made out of everything.
Think about it what can’t you make into a cake and make taste delicacies, at the very least interesting. You can’t think of it can you I know I can’t and I have been around for a while now.
So when I wander into the kitchen late at night for that midnight snack, looking for that little piece of goodness in the world, don’t judge me too harshly for it is but one of the few new things I get to enjoy on a constant steady. Oh, don’t think I don’t see you watching me from behind! I know you’re there, wanting some of my cake. But I’m going to tell you a little secret. You never know what I may want my next cake to be made out of. Keep that in mind. After all, I will be watching you, as you watch me.
Have you ever been lost in your dreams before? Have you ever had to find your way when there was no guiding light? Have you ever truly experienced true fear? No? Well then.
Let me tell you of a warning a ghost once gave me. “If you see a path of zero light, do not go down its path, for only pain it shall cause, as your inner truth it shows.
I found myself lost. In a castle of familiarity, yet I could have sworn I have never been there. So when I came upon a spilt in the road, one could say, I could not do anything else but sit. Which path should I choose? The path of with no light or the path that looked well lit from the moonlight that came from its open windows. I then heard something down the darker path that peak my interests, the dripping of water.
Drip.
I try to look down it, its darkness seemed eternal. I tried a light spell yet it illumined nothing. My interest was now further heightening by this mystery. I had to know what was down there what its shadows hid.
Drip.
There it is again. I think I should go, for only the fool I would be to sit here all night, wondering about what it could be, instead of finding out. After all, I have been wandering these halls these past few hours anyways. What do I have to lose? Besides maybe being bored to death by wondering?
Drip.
I start my way down this dark path, yet I find it hard to walk. It feels as if something is trying to drag me down. I start to not trust my own legs to navigate this darkness, as they start to lead me astray and into things. I start to trip on things, that as far as I can tell, aren’t there. I feel my heart to start speeding up as I go farther and farther. It starts to feel as if something is watching me. I look back, still able to see some light from where I have come. It seems to taunt me, saying “Come back, come back before it’s too late.” I go on.
Drip
As I edge farther and farther from the light, as the main hallway dissipates. Leavening me with only darkness for company. I notice my breathing has speed up a little more, since I could now hear every breath I took. I feel my chest start to ache from my heart pounding, and I feel my sweat dripping down my face. This place, this hallway wasn’t right. I don’t know why. It feels wrong somehow. “You should have listened to are warning now your fate is sealed.”
Of course the ghost is back, as if I wasn’t on my last nerves already. I felt a breeze up ahead. Strange there shouldn’t be one this strong in a sealed hallway like this. I walked on further listen to my breath as is got heavier, and heavier. Where was the drip that I been following gone? Surely it hadn’t stopped? Where was it? I try to slow my breathing and listen for it.
“…”
But nothing comes, nothing at all. Where is it?! Where, I need to know! I took a few more cautious steps forward now, and I hear a splash. I just stepped in something. I try to feel it, but it feels familiar yet strange, like my mind refuses to recognize it. I decide to lick it, hoping that it would unfreeze my mind. I slowly brought up my hoof and licked it. The taste was brass like; I stood there a moment trying to comprehend this. But nothing came to me. I am frozen in place, a confused look on my face. Then above me, moonlight starts to shine in, right where I stand. The light that it gives shines a red liquid on my hoof, and a small puddle of it before me, as well as a creature lying there presumably dead. “Huh?” was all I could say, The confused look not leaving my face. What am I looking at? What is going on?
Then as if on cue, a trot comes to be, at first so quiet that a whisper would have been loader, then as it comes closer and closer, the hooves that are trotting along, moving to a slow rhythm, unlike my heart, which now was beating faster than any drum. What is coming? Why is it moving so slow? Does it know I’m here? Does it want to frighten me? Does it want me so scared, that I wouldn’t dare to move, as it devours me? What is it, and why does it scare me so much?
Then the light shines on it. I have shut my eyes, right before my mind can register it, as if my body is waiting for it to devour me where I stand. My mind not, wanting to register what the last thing I see is. So I stand there, eyes closed, breathing erratic, heart pounding like mad, waiting and waiting. Yet the end does not come.
I slowly open my eyes pecking at it, wanting to know what it’s waiting for. At first I saw nothing but darkness yet, as I focus my gaze. I notice a white coat with a multicolor mane, though it was stained in blood, it doesn’t look like it is from its own injuries, instead from another’s. I look at its face. It has some blood splattered on it, as if it had been splashed on. I can’t help but stare. I turn my head sideways and the beast did the same. I turn it the other way, and it follows. Just then, my mind catches up and figures out that I am looking at myself.
I blink and look more closely at the body on the floor. It has a darker coat stained with blood from the slashes that stain its body. The body is as unmoving as they come. I look at the face, seeing if I can place it. All of a sudden it hit me, it is my sister, and it looks like I have killed her. I’ll… wait where has she gone?
I look everywhere, yet I could not hear, nor see her. Then some of my hair falls into my face. Blood stained bangs, to be exact. “What?” It was all I can say.
I wake up in my chambers, screaming, breathing heavily, sweat running down my bangs. I look around, trying to figure out where I am. I feel lost. l feel scared. What had I done? Two guards come barging in, asking if I am alright. At this moment, I calm down enough to truly see what is around me. Familiar furniture lies around with a picture or two on display. At this moment, I come to the conclusion that I am indeed in my chambers. I take my hooves and whip some sweat away, saying to the guards that it’s nothing, I just had a bad dream is all. They look reluctant to leave. I slow my breathing down and assure them nothing was wrong it was all just a bad dream.
They leave, closing my doors behind them. I close my eyes, soon after I had assured it really was a dream. I start to drift to sleep again. I then hear something, something that shouldn’t be.