“Kill if you must, but never hate; horse is grass and hate is blight, the sun will scorch you soon or late, die wholesome then, since you must fight.”
It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
After serving Equestria rather justly for more than a millenia, the once enormous line of a majesty’s patience is starting to wear thin through each passing day. An unfair, and involuntary outrage fit of will later, Princess Celestia carries a small knife to take revenge on her sleeping sister.
Thus, it is so the land could only bear to watch the sun scorching the soils of the evergreen. The new queen rises, with the former face of a gentle, sunny fairytale long gone. However, despite all the large depositions of power given, the queen was not happy. At times, there were days when she could not sleep, when guilty memories plague mire thoughts; and it did not help dealing with a group of rebellious ponies out to seize the throne.
Perhaps, there was more to be seen under the threatening demeanor of a seemingly hungry tyrant. Perhaps, a part of undeniable kindness remains in need of reignition towards the light once more — that of which, we can only hope. This cannot possibly end well, can’t it?
