Thirty Minute Pony Stories

There are things written in no history books, sonnets unsung by any poet, and events recalled by nopony. Over the long centuries, I have tried so very hard to not forget… well anything. Alas even my immortal mind can only retain so much. It is one of my great sorrows that I am doomed to watch everything swept aside by the passing current of time. I have tried my best to preserve what little I can remember, but it is a paltry drop to what has been, and will be, lost.

Still…

I remember the old days. They are not pleasant memories, but they are my burden to bear for now and forever. Things were larger back then. Everything was grandiose and theatric, as if creation itself was granting all living things a vitality that is sadly missing today. Myths strode the earth while legends battled over now lost civilizations. It was a time of great romances, unspeakable betrayals, and battles that shook the very heavens themselves.

Oh by the sun, I was so young then. Freshly kissed by the sun and blessed to do its good work on creation. I had such a simple heart then. I wonder if I would have continued on if I knew what was to come. The loves I would lose and the lives I would take. By the sun, they are as uncountable as the stars in the sky.

Still…

I was nothing compared to her. My most beloved sister, who was touched by the moon just after my ascension. Many of my subjects have made speculation and conjecture regarding my history. They say that I burn with the majesty of the sun, that I am as brilliant as the radiant light that fills their land, that I am unmatched in all things. They are so very wrong.

She… she is my better in so many more ways than I can recall. I am a simpleton compared to her, for while I managed only one simple orbit from east to west, she painted the sky with her sparkling constellations all while the moon shifted and changed under her constant care. I am a poor beggar, dressed in rags, compared to the royal presence she commanded with ease. She was an artist, a scientist, and a politician without compare.

Still…

She always told me how we were so much more together than apart. I never believed her until the day she turned against me.

Norse Pony’s comments: Ooh, what a beautifully haunting final line. That penultimate paragraph, where Celestia is comparing herself against Luna and finding herself lacking, is gorgeous and very sad. I also love the idea that “things were larger back then.” That’s powerful and mythic and I just really like it. That paragraph hints at wonders unrevealed, and I’m a fan of that sort of thing. Great work.