The ponies cowered under the moon, crying for their Princesses to bring out the sun as the full moon hung in the sky well past noon. There had been no word from either Celestia or Luna since the moon had risen the previous night.
And as the panic and wailing reached it’s peak, the moon continued to stare down at a simple plain, occupied by seven ponies of various race. The only sign of life in this isolated field was the bitter tears and sobs from the pure white alicorn. Her eyes roamed over the six unmoving bodies of the Elements of Harmony, the six jewels of the greatest magic known to all had become naught but stones, powerless and next to useless.
Celestia’s gaze finally turned to the moon that stood out in the sky, her cries of despair continuing to echo across the plains as she called for her sister.
It was then that six lights appeared around the moon, sparkling brighter than any star had ever shined before. And all at once, familiar voices assaulted her from the depths of space and beyond.
“Oh monarch of the Sun, do not cry for any who have fallen this night.”
She visibly shivered and stood at attention, staring up at the moon and the dancing lights, scared to even draw a breath.
“On the longest day of the thousandth year, we shall aid and awaken the Mare in the Moon”
The lights flashed again, the stones that had once been the Jewels of Harmony glowed as six marks were etched into them before becoming dull stone again.
“We have cleansed much of the Nightmare within, but can no longer wield the Elements.”
The lights shined brighter still, six beams of light ranging from violet to pink converged on a single spot in front of Celestia, combining and shaping a large violet egg with purple spots. As soon as it was formed, five of the lights surged towards the moon, leaving only a single spark in the sky.
The voice that came forth was distinctly male, and very old. “When the time is right, this egg shall hatch for the next Bearer of Magic. And as sure as the bells on my hat, the next one shall be the pony to bring the rest of them together.” The voice sounded almost happy as it continued. “Do not cry for us my dear teacher, we shall do our duty and ensure the Princess has a good rest the entire time. Now dry those tears, you have a lot of work ahead of you.”
The lonely monarch stared up at the moon as the last light disappeared, her horn glowing with power as it began to descend beyond the horizon.
And all at once, there seemed to be a tentative cheer from every town and village as the sun began to rise.
Norse Pony’s comments: Ooh, I love the worldbuilding in this. “The stars” who will “aid in her escape” being the old Bearers of the Elements is a brilliant idea, as is the idea that Spike was created to find the new Bearer of Magic. Oh jeez, I’m having so many worldbuilding feels right now. This is a headcanon I’d love to see more of, I tell you what.