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 CANON AUDITIONS GO HERE, Thread made on Vergess's request
Princess Luna
 Posted: Jan 20 2013, 10:58 PM
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When do auditions end??!


When three auditions for the same character have been submitted, there will be a three day "stragglers" waiting period, before the decision is made.

Alternatively, if the minimum three auditions have not been reached by the time the character in question is needed for plot purposes, then the following dates will be used:

Celesta: March 7th
Mane 6: April 4th

The remaining audition-able canons (Cadence, Spike, Shining Armor, Discord) do not have a plot event on schedule as mandatory (though they can be integrated into more or less any of them), and this have no "end date" beyond the three-audition period.

CELESTIA auditions will close in:




The following characters are available for audition (current number of auditions follows)

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Princess Luna
 Posted: Jan 20 2013, 11:05 PM
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Anyway, here's a Luna application from me.


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The sky was bright tonight, and the moon shone beautifully in the night sky, as Luna sat upon the royal throne, her eyes closed in deep concentration as she oversaw the safety of everypony's dreams – a task that certainly sounded daunting, but to the younger princess was as simple as observing the sky, as long as she kept her focus. Thankfully she didn't have to watch over every dream every little pony had, but for the most part she had to watch the boundaries of the dream world, to make sure the dream remained pure and safe for the fillies and foals who slumbered. If the pony was particularly scared, then she would step in and comfort the pony, to remind them that they were only in a dream, but with so many dreams to keep safe she knew she couldn't do this very often – she had to keep an eye out for other ponies, no matter how much she may or may not have wanted to stay in any one dream.

The princess opened her eyes, letting out a breath she had been holding for some time. She had just been helping a small orange pegasus filly who was scared of a nightmare, but she knew what really scared her wasn't something in a dream, but was a real problem, a fear of being considered weak, which Luna could recall from personal experience all too well. You're not weak, young Scootaloo. she thought, a grim smile coming to her face as she stepped down from the throne. Her time was nearly up for the night; her wings flared as she sprung into the air, her wings carrying her to the main doors. Her sister would be waking up soon, and Luna was heading up to the balcony. Between the eternally-conflicting schedules the two of them had, the only time the two of them really had to talk during normal, day-to-day life was during sunrise or during sunset, when they would meet each other on the castle balcony and appreciate the rising and passing of their respective celestial bodies before Luna retired to her personal chambers.
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If we're gonna have Sombra incorporated into this melting pot of awesome, I might as well audition for him.

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Hate.

It was all he knew now. Hatred for those that dared to stand in his way, hate for those innocent to the world and its cruel, cruel ways. Long ago, he knew things other than hate, as impossible as it may seem. He knew how to laugh, how to cry; how to smile, and even how to love. Love was something King Sombra, ruler of the Crystal Empire, then and now, was intimately familiar with.

Long ago, he loved somepony. She was beautiful; incredible, even. Unbelieveable was the only word he could use then to accurately describe her. Yet... she did not love him in return. No, she would not, or, as she claimed, could not love a mortal such as him. their love would only be transient. Temporary. Lasting as long as he drew breath. So, Sombra, fueled by desire for his beloved, sought to increase his lifespan in whatever ways he could, from simple household remedies, to ancient, dark magics.

Sombra was successful in his endeavors, but at a grave cost. Gone was the pale-coated stallion that sought this wonderous mare's affections, replaced by a monstrous beast with a charcoal grey coat, a smoky black mane, and blood red eyes that shone with a sickly green light as foul purplish smoke poured from his sockets. When the mare rejected him, even after he attained immortality, for her sake, something inside of him broke.

Vowing revenge on the mare for breaking his heart, he grew in power, using the magic found in the crystals deep beneath the once wondrous city to augment his already terrible powers. When the mare and her sister struck him down, he cursed the land that had cheered for their victory, sealing it within the rivers of time until he grew strong enough to return, and planted the seeds of darkness within the mare's heart.

Yes... if he could not have the mare of his dreams, he would turn her into a living nightmare...


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The endless tick of the clock, the ceaseless march of the days, the torrent of the years; after so very long, they all became so very meaningless.

She had seen empires rise, grow, fall, turn to dust and then rise again all over again so many times that she had, at one time, considered it something of a pastime of hers. To watch mortal ponies struggle to be remembered, to be important, to grasp even the tiniest fraction of true and cosmic greatness... only to watch them fail at every chance, as they always had. She was far older than they realized, so very much older than they even imagined. When the planet was still burning and molten, she and her sister flew tirelessly over the oceans of lava; when the land cooled and the seas formed, they instilled the sparks that would one-day make the world what it was: She, the spark of life; her sister, the spark of magic. Together, they had watched them grow with a keen interest; though her sister seemed to take a more childish glee in watching them grow. It was her right, as the younger, but it still baffled her at the time.

That didn't change once intelligence was gained by these creatures that they had spawned, or the others made as side-projects should their first fail at some point. They were still as violent and skittish as when they were simple animals; indeed, had they not intervened at her sister's begging, they probably would have died several times by now. That was the price of instilling a spark of magic into a world: It had a life all it's own, a life that could- and had- grow out of control very quickly. Now creatures of pure magic were running around, and their creations were very lacking in ways to deal with them, even with her sister giving them strength beyond what the would have naturally had.

Seeing her sister so upset by this had lead to her putting her prodigious mind to the task of saving them.

Though they had done nothing to earn them, the one thing that she could do to help them was to share the gifts that made her and her sister so special. But there was still selfishness within her at the time; she and her sister would still be unique to get both gifts; some would get horns, some would get wings, some would remain unchanged from what her sister had done to them. But that was all she would do for them; everything else would be up to them again.

Oh, that had been an interesting few centuries; watching the gifted ones abuse their power over the ones her sister had altered. And she would, however shamefully now, admit to feeling pride in pointing out the shortcomings of the things they had made; feeling so very superior to them for it.

Then came the shades of ice, the ones they gave the name 'Windigo' to, and the land became ice beneath them as their hate grew. The creatures fed into it, of course, but she had never expected their power to increase past their own; nor for them to be able to trap them within their ice.

When the fire came and melted their prison, she was almost overwhelmed by the sheer emotion it contained. Her sister and her had never embraced tighter before that day; and, to her shock and amazement, the source of the flame that had freed them came not from another being like themselves, but from three little ponies; three little ponies of different types who had refused to fall into hatred and bickering like their fellows.

They couldn't help themselves, flying out to meet these three saviors who had surpassed even their divine power.

Oh, such sweet memories the next few decades were. That had been a wonderful beginning to a wonderful age. The Age of Equestria; they had lived and walked among ponies, among their new friends; she found herself finally sharing in her sister's foal-like glee and wonder at all the things beings like this could accomplish, most of all the ones that still remained unblessed. They made such things with their hooves, possessed such dexterity with such a limited appendage, that she felt no shame in admitting she found herself favoring them.

And it pained her to this day that her careless words had started something so horrible.

That one phrase, that one casual utterance of 'Earth Ponies are my favorites'; it was enough to start the dominoes falling. They began to strut around with the arrogance that she had once displayed, claiming superiority from her favor; not taking this kindly, the Unicorns and the Pegasi began to argue their superiority; and it just get escalating. For a time, while things were looking grimmer and grimmer, she and her sister feared they may summon the Windigos once more; but now, what answered this time was so, so much worse than any ice shade could have ever been.

She shuddered still to think of the name: Discord; the physical embodiment of all things chaotic and the source of Disharmony. And he wasted no time in thanking her for summoning him to this new land.

Underestimating him had been a grave mistake, she could see that in hindsight. It had been so long since anything had rivaled her and her sister in might that she didn't even consider the possibility that he might outclass her. However, he wasn't putting much effort into dealing with her at the time; her sister was able to revert her back from being the stuffed toy he'd turned her into and they'd fled before he could turn his gaze back to her again.

It was here that she finally saw what was truly wonderful about these little ponies that she and her sister had made. Even in the face of a creature whose very existence spat in the face of reality and warped it to his twisted whims and ideals, they still fought back. Many fell; some were so twisted and warped by the chaos beast that it became a kindness to put them out of their misery; some were just... gone. Discord had dubbed them boring and just willed them away, never to be seen again. And still, ponies fought on; every sentient creature they had made (quite the impressive list, if she did say so herself) fought against the chaos, spitting his poisonous words back at him and not letting him sow the seeds of his work so long as their last glimmer of hope remained.

It was then that the unicorns proved their worth; using all their magics, some even giving their very life force, to create six magical trinkets with which to combat the chaos. The embodiments of all the virtues that they held dear.

Honesty: To hold firm and never back down when faced with tempting lies.

Laughter: To find the fleeting joy in life when things seemed darkest.

Loyalty: To never abandon your ideals or your fellow being.

Generosity: To give when it was hardest, so that you may yet inspire someone to be better.

Kindness: To show mercy when it was needed, and to place others above yourself.

And Magic: The very same spark that her sister had put into the world at its conception; along with all the hope for the world she had put into it.

It seemed only fitting that her sister be the one to wield that one in particular, though Kindness and Generosity were her own choices after that. She, herself, insisted on Laughter and Honesty; though was hesitant to claim loyalty. She had never done anything to earn that virtue, as her sister had done with all three of hers, and was fearful that it wouldn't accept her using it.

However, she also knew that she must; for the good of this land that had become their home, and to stop the suffering that Discord was bringing upon their wonderful little ponies. Though she still let out an audible sigh of relief when the virtue didn't reject her.

She gave a half-hearted chuckle to herself; the name for those trinkets was thought up more as a joke than anything. If Discord was to represent Disharmony, then the things that opposed him would, logically, be harmony. And, for some reason, 'Virtues of Harmony' didn't seem to roll off the tongue as well as 'Elements of Harmony'; so that was the name they decided upon. And, with three apiece, she and her sister rode out to meet Discord once more.

However, in the years that his 'rule' had gone on, he had long since grown lax when it came to usurpers to his throne. When she and her sister had arrived to challenge him, that arrogance was his undoing. Instead of doing anything to stop them, he actually broke into a song about his greatness and the pathetic nature of ponies and of her and her sister. Now; there was not a day she didn't regret acting sooner, still believing there was something in that song pushed her beloved sister just enough to sow seeds of discontent in her.

Still, she didn't give him the time for a proper reaction. In the middle of a particularly dramatic part of the song, she finally acted; the magical blast of the Elements, combined with the strength of the bond the two of them shared, turned the chimera-like creature into a stone statue before he could even react to having his song interrupted. And, just like that, the era of Discord was finally brought to an end.

Then came an unintended surprise: She and her sister were asked to take the vacant throne.

While it was true that, thanks to their powerful magics, they had taken over for the unicorns in maintaining the day and night cycle, and that they still far surpassed just about every creature in the whole of the world they had started, the thought of them being deities had left their mind in their time among ponies. However, they had also become a symbol; the ones that had beaten Discord; representative of the three pony types and sources of hope.

It was then that Princess Celestia and Princess Luna began their rule over the nation of Equestria.



The regent of the sun finally opened her eyes. There was a long and painful history to her and her sister; and going over it was simply too much for her right now. Even remembering how she once was was a painful experience right now; it broke her heart to remember that she was once so callous and heartless as to consider watching mortal civilizations die over time to be a way to kill time between the eons. That she had once laughed at the fact that some of them were killing each other over petty concerns.

Her time among those early ponies, before Discord had changed the both of them so very much.

It was their first time having friends outside of each other; and the first time dealing with the problems that mortal friends presented. They'd watched them grow old, while they stayed the same, convincing themselves that, even though they'd seen it so many times in the past without reaction, that the ponies they had befriended simply wouldn't die. Even as their aged to the point that they could barely walk without help, they continued to lie to themselves that they would be fine. They lied and lied and lied, right up until the last breath left their first friend's chest.

They hadn't taken it well. Luna had bawled for hours, while she'd just stood there for a long time; eventually, it was just so painful to them that neither of them was thinking straight and they decided to do the unthinkable: They had tried to bring their friend back to life.

And they succeeded, making everything that followed so very much worse. He had begged them to return him to death, he had screamed in agony at the movement of the corpse he'd awoken in, he had broken down crying about how this isn't what he'd wanted. He never once tried to harm them, never once became a danger to anypony else in spite of the maddening agony he must have felt for the days he existed in that state. That made their eventual decision to honor his request and return him to the sleep of death all the more painful; but, with his last moment of undeath, he did give them a heartfelt 'thank you', which eased the sting of it a tiny bit.

After that, they both swore to never defy death again, no matter how much they wanted.

To this day, the images that had been burned into her mind still came to her mind as she watched yet another pony die, reminding her of what would happen if she ever dared try again. And she had been begged by many a grieving family member to bring back a family member, Luna having missed out on most of this thanks to her relatively recent return, and had to turn them all down. Some of those ponies hated her for it, thinking that she could just do things like that on a whim and simply chose not to for some selfish reason; she would let them think as such, just to avoid telling them the truth.

There was so much about the history of Equestria that she kept hidden from her precious little ponies; almost all of the details regarding the time of Discord had been taken out, to avoid them learning of the horrors the beast now loose in their home was capable So much more was expunged from the royal archives regarding their role in early pony culture. It was just too much for them to have known; best to let them fill in the gaps as they saw fit, ponies were good at that.

The sound of laughter broke her from the train of thought she'd been following for the better part of an hour and the Alicorn caster her gaze- curiously- out one of the few windows in the palace that opened.

One of the guards had brought his child to the palace and was showing the still young and wonder filled filly around. It was enough to bring a small smile to the mare's face. She didn't even pretend that she didn't view her subjects as her children; and, as a mother, she went above and beyond to make sure they had almost everything thing they wanted. She prided herself on being a somewhat doting 'parent', and there was always room under her wing for another.

She spread those massive wings of hers now, jumping from an open air balcony and lazily gliding down to meet the foal. There were so many wonderful things for her to see, and Celestia wanted to make sure she saw as many of them as possible.


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 Posted: Jan 21 2013, 05:16 PM
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Name: JM
Applying for: Discord

Discord reclined back on the couch in Fluttershy's house, reading an upside-down newspaper from right-to-left. Next to him, a cup of tea sat on a saucer on the table. The Draconequus took the cup of tea and took a small sip of the porcelain. It had an exquisite taste, just absolutely marvelous on the tongue. With some of the cup gone, the tea spilt over the edges of what remained as the cup was set back down.

The Spirit of Chaos's ears perked up when he heard the clip-clopping of hooves and something clunking around. He looked over his newspaper to see Fluttershy holding a large suitcase in her mouth, apparently having trouble lifting it.

"Oh, going on vacation, are we?" he asked his cripplingly timid friend. "I could really go for one of those, myself. So, what are you in the mood for? Volleyball at the beaches of the North Pole? Hiking in the frozen tundras of Saddle Arabia?"

"We're not going on vacation, Discord," said Fluttershy, grabbing some clothes and putting it in her suitcase. "Um...Princess Celestia has sent me a letter...She wants the other elements and I to go to Canterlot Castle immediately...There's something she needs help with...She's going to send me off somewhere...

Discord's expression went from an amused smile to a pout of seemingly genuine hurt. "You're...Leaving me, Fluttershy?" he asked to her while she still had her back turned to him. He gave an aside glance, showing off a sarcastic, toothy smirk.

"I'm so sorry, Discord," said Fluttershy, looking like she was on the verge of tears. "I didn't want it to be like this, but...but... Fluttershy began sobbing. Discord picked her up and gave her a hug.

"It's going to be okay, dear Fluttershy, I'm sure that if Princess Celestia herself needs you, it's for something very important." While he looked like he genuinely cared from the front, a second head had sprouted from the back, mocking what Discord was saying, sticking out its tongue, and rolling its eyes.

"But I don't want to go! wailed Fluttershy into Discord's chest. He set her down.

"How about this?" he said to her. "Why don't we have a nice going-away dinner! That way, you can take your time to say all your goodbyes to me." With a poof, the dining room table was suddenly laid out with a fancy Itailian meal, and Discord was dressed like a chef. "Ooh, spaghetti! My favorite!" He took a plate of spaghetti, and twirled his fork into it. He soon had the plate coiled around the fork, leaving a messy pile of pasta on the table. He slurped up the plate, letting out an enthusiastic "Mmmm! Delizioso!"

Tears kept rolling down Fluttershy's cheeks. "It's not funny, Discord, I really have to leave now..."

Discord looked distraught. "Oh...It really is urgent, isn't it..." He sighed, handing Fluttershy her suitcase and followed her to the door. He gave her another hug, and then held the door open for her as she trotted out.

"Goodbye, Fluttershy!" he called out to her. "Please forgive me if I forget to feed Angel Bunny!"

Angel Bunny gave him a dirty look.

Discord waited for Fluttershy to be out of sight, and then let the house float into the air and rotate upside-down. He jumped up (or down) shouting, "YES! Got the house to myself! And you know what that means, Angel?"

The bunny's face twisted into a devious smile. Within seconds, the Draconequus and the rabbit were both wearing tank tops and lounging around on the couch, having some cans of Sarsaparilla.


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 Posted: Jan 21 2013, 08:17 PM
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Discord floated through the castle along side Princess Celestia with a bored look on his face. "Now Celestia, I know I promised that I would use my magic for good but can I not have at least a PART of the castle to have my fun with?" He asked, snapping his fingers and disappearing. "I know your all about Harmony but this please is in dire need for a little touching up" He said in an exasperated tone, his face appearing on Celestias Chest piece.

Celestia just groaned. "Discord. I understand your desire to do what your born to do but not on the castle ground, or in a public space. The ponies live by harmony and I would rather ease you in slowly then force you upon the public" She said with a strained smile. While Discord was a powerful magic user he could certainly get annoying at times.

"Always with the harmony of others huh Celestia. Can't teach an old dog new tricks I guess... Well you reformed me but that doesn't count. All I ask is a space to call my own. The Dungeon? that place you had me on display for a Millennium in the garden? Loosen up a little Celestia, I promise I won't destroy the place" he said, having poofed back and was now walking along bored. "You make it seem like you don't trust me with anything let along a small unused part of your castle. What hard could I possibly do?" Discord asked.

Celestia just shook her head. "I can think of many things you could do to cause problems Discord, and while I trust you, I don't trust you that much quiet yet. Your a tricky one and I would like to keep on top of you if you don't mind." She said with a serious but friendly tone.

Discord just sighed. "Look, I know we have had our differences in the past and and we may not still be on the best of terms but I honestly do apologize. We are who we are, and the fact that I haven't gone crazy and made everything all wacko should be a testament to that wouldn't you say?" He asked, stopping her a little. "I really am trying here Celestia and while I know that my word may not be much as I am the spirit of Chaos... I would like a little more leash so to speak" He said as a dog collar and leash appeared around his neck, the end loop wrapped around Celestias horn. "What do ya say hmm?" He asked.

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That is my Discord Audition... Sorry if it's bad >.>


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Princess Luna
 Posted: Jan 22 2013, 07:41 PM
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(And here's a Luna audition I did on another site.)

“How could it have come to this...?” the dark blue alicorn wondered as she paced about the small side-room that her sister had set aside for her in the castle. It had been a week since the Summer Sun Celebration, but her return had been met with... less than satisfactory results. “What has happened to you, sister dearest?”

No. She had to stay strong. She had to bring change to Equestria with her own hooves. “Our sister has reigned for long enough,” she assured herself, “and she is not as we remember her.” After this, she fell silent, hanging her head. “What she has done... We must stop her. We must make her see the error of her ways, make her realize how blind she truly is...”



As a multitude of ponies began to gather about the pavilion, Luna could see numerous guards stationed about. A means to prevent riots, Luna thought, but also a means for Celestia to spy on her. Only once everypony had gathered and sat down did Luna begin to speak.

“CITIZENS OF EQUESTRIA!” she shouted, her voice significantly louder than normal speaking but not quite with the volume and gusto of the Royal Canterlot Voice. “FOR THE LAST ONE THOUSAND YEARS, THE REIGN OF YOUR PRINCESS HAS GONE UNCONTESTED! PONIES EVERYWHERE BELIEVE IN HER AS A GODDESS, A SAINT, A BRINGER OF LIFE. BUT WE ARE HERE TO TELL THEE; 'TIS A LIE!” she spoke, eliciting hushed murmurs. “THIS INJUSTICE HAS GONE ON FOR FAR TOO LONG!”

At this point, a stallion stepped up, breaking the ranks of the crowd to see her directly. There was disbelief in his eyes, a scowl adorning his features. “And why should we believe you, 'Princess'? It's not like there's anything wrong with how Princess Celestia has ruled the land, and now we have some... some... pretender challenging her honor? What is the basis of your argument?” the stallion challenged.

Luna's eyes narrowed as she glared at the earth pony before her. A spy for Celestia, perhaps, to test her? “THE BASIS OF OUR ARGUMENT IS SIMPLE.” she responded, shifting her attention back toward the crowd as a whole. “WHAT RULER WOULD HIDE THE TRUTH FROM HER SUBJECTS? WHAT SOVEREIGN WOULD BANISH PONIES FROM THIS LAND OF OURS ON PETTY SUSPICIONS?” she asked. “OUR SISTER FEARS BUT ONE THING, AND THAT IS CHANGE! THOU HAST GROWN COMPLACENT OVER THE PAST MILLENIUM!” she announced. “PRAY TELL, IF YOU QUESTION YOUR BELIEFS IN US, THAN CAN YOU TRULY BELIEVE IN OUR SISTER, WHEN SHE HIDES TRUTHS SUCH AS THE EXISTANCE OF A SISTER?” she continued, flaring her wings.

“WE UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS NORMAL TO FEAR CHANGE. BUT CHANGE IS NOT ALL BAD.” the lunar alicorn assured the crowd. “CHANGE IS PROGRESS, A STEP FORWARD. AND IF NO GOOD COMES OF IT, THEN WE LEARN FROM OUR MISTAKES AND SEEK TO BETTER OURSELVES, DO WE NOT?” she asked the crowd, allowing herself a moment to gauge the crowd's reaction.
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 Posted: Jan 22 2013, 07:51 PM
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Since Sombra isn't up for audition somehow, I suppose I shall audition for some other pony. Luna it is, then!

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A thousand years was a long time. In that time, Luna had let her own insecurities get the best of her, constantly feeling inferior to her sister, angry at her inadequacies. She desperately wanted to be her sister's equal. Not just because of how much the ponies loved her, but because of how much they adored her day. She let these thoughts stew within her psyche, this negativity eventually becoming the creature known as Nightmare Moon. In that time, she had been sealed within the moon itself left to fester in her anger and hatred. She shivered as she recalled those years. For so long, it was all she knew, but now, such feelings would be alien to her.

Still, it wasn't like she wasn't susceptible to... tantrums here and there, oh no. Immortal or not, she was still a pony, and she remembered another time when she let her anger and emotions get the best of her. It was an embarrassing evening, to say the least, but thankfully, Celestia's student, Twilight Sparkle had saved Nightmare Night and reignited her prankster's spirit with her quick thinking.

Oh yes indeed, there were times when either she or Celestia would start off innocently enough, be it a hoof in a bowl of warm water, or a "whoopee cushion", but sometimes, they would evolve and grow to the point where the would spiral out of control. Only occasionally, though. No, really!

She supposed things like that is why the term "hindsight is 20/20" exists. For situations like just like that. Of course, it wasn't like she was the only one to be shortsighted in their decisions. Luna found herself questioning plenty of her sister's decisions as well, but a thousand years of isolation and a reharmonizing rainbow to the snout tends to teach you to be patient... for the most part.

Though, to this day, she still questions her sister's decision to "reform" a spirit of Chaos, especially the one they defeated over two millenia ago. The idea was ludicrous! Insane! Stupid, even!

But, as she has learned in the past twenty years, sometimes, things work out for the best... somehow.


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 Posted: Jan 23 2013, 06:04 PM
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Hey look, it's a Mane 6 audition!

Rarity had been using the book for quite some time, studying it intently whenever the opportunity arose, which during war times was more often than she would have hoped. It had been tempting for the first few weeks to ask Twilight for help, but out of concern for not wishing to interrupt her friend's business, as well as for her own goal of wanting to get better on her own, she had refrained from doing so, causing her progress with the book to be significantly slower than she would have liked.

A few weeks ago, she had finally mastered something titled “Sentinel” in the book, a spell that let her know how many living beings were in the premises, the spell itself sensitive enough to catch small animals such as Opal or Angel. Currently, she was hard at work learning how to perform a basic magical barrier, the spell she had originally flipped to when she first got the book and couldn't make any sense out of the instructions. Now, though, looking at the spell once more for a second attempt, she could tell that she had made some breakthroughs in her studying, as the spell was no longer complete illegible magical jargon to her, but was now sprinkled with words and phrases that kind of made sense.

From her work on the spell, Rarity had finally managed to create the basic form of the barrier, however upon asking random ponies to test it, she found that, similar to the framework of a house, ponies were able to just walk through it effortlessly. In other words, while she had managed to clearly define the size and shape of the barrier, creating it was something she needed to learn still.

As Twilight approached the boutique, a slight buzzing noise went off in Rarity's head, and she stood away from the book, her horn glowing as a strip of silk was laid between the pages, functioning as a makeshift bookmark once she closed the spelltome. As she entered the main room, her horn glowed once again, and the door opened. “Good afternoon, and welcome to the Car-” Rarity said, realizing who was here. “Twilight?” she asked, knowing that if Twilight was here then she probably knew about the book. “Come in, come in, darling.” she said, a smile on her face as she stepped away from the door to allow her friend room to walk.
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==Audition 1==

It had been twenty years since Luna had returned. Twenty long, hard years of redemption, but they were in the past. Indeed, compared to a thousand years of punishment, a mere two decades of fixing her mistakes had been trivial. And upon that joyous day, the princess would be hosting the Summer Sun Celebration alongside her sister, before having her own party that night to celebrate her return from the moon. Life was good for the Lunar sister.

Luna trotted through the halls of the castle, preparing to make the short flight down to Ponyville for the festivities. It was still rather early by her standards, but for anyone else getting up at noon would be far later than usual. Either way, princess want coffee now. She cantered up to the window at the staff lunchroom, drawing a few incredulous glances from the assembly having their noontime meal, and looked around for anyone in the kitchens.

"Your princess is in need of a drink to supply us with the energy she requires for the day. Fetch it at your earliest ability, please." A quick glance at those around her returned the staff to their food and conversation, while she settled down at the end of a nearby table next to one of the maids.

"Greetings! Are you having a satisfactory day, madam?" Normally conversing with one of the princesses like this was severely looked down on, but when the princess was the one to address you the opposite held quite true. Indeed, Luna could only chuckle slightly as the mare stammered and blushed.

"Worry not, my dear. Answer us when you feel capable of doing so, and no sooner."

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Princess Luna gracefully made her way through the private gardens located behind Canterlot Castle one evening. Of course, the public gardens were much larger, and far more elegant. But this private garden was only open to a select few—the gardeners who up-kept it, and the guards who watched over it. But even the guards only watched the entry way, not even so much as entering the garden when either of the princesses did. The garden offered a place of quiet reflection, a time away from everypony else. Not many knew of the existence of the garden at all, so it was safe from intrusion from most of the castle staff, or any visitors.

The princess took in a deep breath, absorbing the sweets scents and clean air all around her. It was hard to believe that she'd been back in Equestria for twenty years now. The garden, and indeed even the castle, had not exist a thousand years ago. But now she knew the garden like the back of her hoof... Yes, she certainly had spent a lot of time here. She knew the name of every plant, every time a new flower began to bud, she was aware of it. Luna was even responsible for planting some of the night time plant life, after her return.

Walking in the garden reminded Luna of her imprisonment on the moon. Things were lonely, but not as quiet. It was a place to be alone without truly being alone. Celestia was nearby in the castle, and there were all sorts of animals in the garden. Animals were the only ones that could find their way here, either being small enough to dig under the wall, or those that flew came upon it by chance.

Yet, as Luna continued through the garden, she reached the back wall. The end of the garden. It reminded her of the first year or two she was back in Equestria. At first, everypony had avoided her, even the guards. She could easily leave her chambers and walk about the castle, without a single one acknowledging her existence. Had it been Celestia, there would have been no less than two guards in tow at all times.

But she was glad that times had changed. After her first Nightmare Night in Ponyville, the public began to warm up to her. Although she had to work to create a reputation for herself as the princess of the night, the ponies of Equestria were surprisingly quick to accept a second ruler.

It was amazing how many ponies Luna had met that had the word “moon”, or “night” or “star” or “dark”, or other such words relating to the nighttime sky, in their name. And the Cutie Marks were surprising as well. A thousand years ago, the night was a time for sleeping. There was no stargazing, or star mapping, no late night cafes or clubs. But that had all changed in her absence.

Luna was glad for the acceptance and forgiveness of her subjects. Since her return, she had spent much of the time reading countless historic tomes, as well as studying maps of the land. Readjusting to society was just one of the many trials Luna had had to overcome. But in the end, it had all been worth it.

The princess looked up, as something in the night made a sound. She smiled at one of her bat friends, who had probably just woken up to begin his nightly hunting regimen. Noticing the princess, however, he swooped down and landed clumsily on her shoulder. She nuzzled him lightly, and then continued her tour.

She was grateful for the company of the animals in this garden. After all, they had been some of her first friends—although all of the ones she had known upon her first reappearance back in Equestria had passed by now. Still, their kin lived on after them, and Luna had lived to see and care for many of their children, and their children's children. Yes, even if all of Equestria abandoned her, she would still have this place, and its comfort was enough to keep her going.


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I had practiced, played it over in my mind. But, it didn't help to ease the nervousness that was suffocating my body and mind. She'd agreed to meet me, without question... of course, we'd known each other for a long time. We liked to come here together, just the two of us... The small castle garden really was lovely. We'd spend hours out here, together... and somehow, amongst our friendly banter, I'd come to see us as something... more.

But she was a princess... and I was far from being any sort of prince. Still, we had found many common interests, and had spent happy days together. I thought... I thought she was different. Others looked at me like I was a freak. As if I was just some chaotic beast, some random chance of a creature.

The thing was, it was all true. But Celestia—she never seemed to notice. She didn't point or stare, or shirk away when I came near. She wasn't afraid to be close to me. She was the different one.

And she... she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my life. It wasn't because she was a princess. That mattered as little to me as my odd appearance did to her. The way that she laughed, no. Just the way that she SMILED. It made everything brighter around her.

The way she blushed when she was embarrassed... or especially, at the time when we'd accidentally touch. She might shirk away, but it wasn't because of my looks. It was because... because we were more. Her white coat always gleamed in the beautiful sun, her pink mane flowing gently down her neck.. She was a dream.

She was beautiful, yes. And I have an appreciation for beauty. Everything seems more beautiful when compared with myself. Yes... she was most definitely beautiful...

And there she was, coming to meet me, as we'd planned. Though why, she didn't know. I stashed the flowers I had behind the fountain, coming a little ways forward to meet her, so that she wouldn't see the surprise. I hadn't picked them from the garden... that wouldn't do. No, these were wildflowers, picked by yours truly. I thought it would be a nice touch...

The forest was a dangerous place. Celestia rarely visited there. It wasn't safe for a pony. But myself? I was just as fierce as any creature there. I didn't have to be afraid, because I belonged.

I could feel the sweat beginning to build on my brow, though it was late Fall and quite cool out. I swiped my right paw over my forehead as she came closer, taking in and letting out a deep breath to try to calm myself.

“Jangle?” she spoke. “What's this all about? You know that I'm busy preparing for the Winter Festival. But I...” she smiled, in that way she always did. Always so kind looking, toward any creature she met. Even me. I shook my head once to clear it. Now wasn't the time to be distracted. “...I guess this is a welcome break.”

“Uh, well...” I gulped. This was harder than I thought it would be. I took a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine. I'd rehearsed this, played over the scenario in my mind—yes, everything would be perfect. “That is what this is about.”

I pulled the flowers out, holding them in my arms. I stroked one of the petals with a talon, nervously looking down at it as I gathered myself. Then I looked to her, into those beautiful pink eyes, nearly matching with her hair color. “You know, there's a... a dance, at the Winter Festival. And I... I just wondered if... you'd accompany me.”

I bowed down, as most subjects did when meeting her—something that was out of character for myself. It was called for, though. I acted as a gentlecreature should, holding the flowers out to her as I dipped my head. I felt them leave my grasp as she took them, a magical aura holding them in the air as she stared.

And then she smiled, the half confused look leaving her face as she realized what this was all about. Her grin spread across her features, her eyes brightening and her face almost aglow. She sniffed the flowers, taking in the sweet, unique scents of the forest.

As I stood, she nearly leaped forward, wrapping her hooves around me as I returned the embrace. Finally, we weren't afraid to be together, and I knew that she felt the same way. Then again, I had always known it—ever since I'd realized my feelings for her, she, in return, had been stowing away her feelings for me.

“Of course I will.” she whispers, her words tickling my ear and causing it to unconsciously twitch. She nuzzles my cheek, and I wrap my arms around her again, never wanting to let her go. At last, at last, someone who was willing to understand me, who wasn't afraid.

I was in love with her.

But I was naive...

No. THAT was the scenario I'd imagined. I'd played it out in my mind... and in my heart. It had all worked out so well. Maybe it wouldn't go quite as planned... but no. This. This was entirely wrong.

I felt the flowers leave my grasp as she took them, a magical aura holding them in the air as she stared. She didn't sniff them, she didn't smile. She just stared. I stood up, awkwardly awaiting her response, anticipating her reaction.

And then it seemed to register, to really hit her, what my intent was. The flowers dropped to the ground, and I scurried forward with a cry, attempting to catch them. But Celestia barred the way, her horn pointed toward me, and one hoof above the mess of flora on the ground.

Her face flushed red, but not in her cute, embarrassed way. She was angry. Her hooves came down, stomping, once, twice—before she left the now crushed flowers alone.

“This—This is—“ she was fuming, words failing to make it past her shaking lips. Shaking with rage. “How could you even think that I—ME—that we could—“ She let a puff of air leave her flaring nostrils, obviously disgusted by my gesturing of kindness—no—of love.

“I would be disgraced if I showed up with someone—something—like you. How could you even conceive of such a concept?!”

Her words cut through me, but all I could do was stand there dumbfounded. Where had I gone wrong? How could I have misinterpreted the signs, been so far off in observing her feelings toward me? We'd been friends, at least. I knew that much. Right?

Maybe... maybe it was all an act. It had all just been a game to her—toying with me—pretending. When in reality, she was no different than any of the others. Celestia, so beautiful, and so kind, and wise... was a fake.

I clenched my talons unconsciously, my ears burning furiously as I held back tears. She couldn't see me cry. I had been wrong. All wrong. Completely wrong. How could she ever love someone like me? No. She'd called me... a thing. She never had loved me. Never in the way I'd imagined, and certainly not in the same way I felt for her.

So there she stood, her angry eyes penetrating deep inside me, before she turned tail and walked away. She just... walked away. But I thought she would be different...



I thought...



…I thought that maybe she'd understand...



I thought that maybe she'd see the REAL me...



...She could hardly even look at me.



And when she did?



...All she could see...



...was a monster.



She was a dream.



And I was a monster.






I wanted to chase after her, to talk with her. To know what went wrong, what I'd done wrong. But I didn't have to.

I wanted to go after her, as I watched her elegant steps, and the way her hair moved in the breeze... I wanted to so badly... but I knew it would be no use. There was nothing I could do, nothing I could say... I was nothing.

She was a dream.

And I was a monster.

Monster.

So I sat, alone, in our favorite spot. I picked up one crushed blossom, holding it in in my talons, so fragile, as I thought she was. But I knew now, as the tears rolled down my cheeks and nose to land on the bright green grass, I knew that she was heartless.

The day had been perfect. Everything had been perfect, and right. Everything, except... except her.



...She could hardly even look at me.



And when she did?



...All she could see...



...was a monster.












...So I became one.


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“Princess Celestia?” Twilight peered in through the princess' bedroom door, unsure if she was intruding on something important.

“Oh!” Celestia whipped her head around in the direction of the voice. Celestia had been sitting on a rug, staring out the window at the landscape and mountains beyond. She smiled when she saw who it was. “I didn't hear you come in. How can I help you, my faithful student?”

Twilight gingerly stepped inside the princess' private quarters, closing the door behind her. Celestia's smile faded, and her expression was replaced with a quizzical look. “I must speak with you privately, if you have the time.” Twilight's voice was soft, almost timid. Celestia could tell that something wasn't right.

“I always have time for you, Twilight. Come.” she gestured by her side.

Celestia watched as Twilight approached, her slow steps lacking their usual gusto. Twilight did as she was bid and sat beside the princess, though she wouldn't meet her gaze. Twilight pawed at the floor with a hoof, fidgeting slightly. Celestia simply waited, wondering what could be bothering her pupil. Twilight cleared her throat, and Celestia's ears perked in anticipation.

“It's about—“ Twilight paused nervously. “—something Discord said.” Twilight sighed, still unsure of herself. Maybe she should just leave and come back another day—or simply never ask at all. But she was ever so curious, and perhaps even a bit frightened, about what the answer might be or even how Celestia might react.

Celestia herself sighed and gave a small smile, her eyes continuing to rove over Twilight's face. She wrapped a wing around her in a comforting embrace. “You don't have to worry about him, Twilight. What he did—it was hard on everypony. But I promise you, he's not—“

All of a sudden, in a seeming burst of courage, Twilight turned her face toward Celestia, looking her straight in the eyes. “H—Have you ever t—turned anypony into stone?” Just as quickly, Twilight covered her mouth with her hooves, and turned away from the princess. Her body was shaking, her mind racing through a hundred punishments she could receive for being so impudent.

The smile faded instantly from Celestia's face, and she stared blankly at Twilight for a moment before slowly removing her wing and tucking it neatly to her side. Twilight flinched, expecting a rebuttal, but there was none. She slowly turned her head toward the princess, watching her out of the corner of her eye, still fearful.

Celestia had turned away, glancing about the room as if she might find some escape, or to ensure that somepony else was not watching. Then she turned back toward Twilight, but her eyes stopped before she reached her pupil, instead fixating on the floor. She stared at the woodwork, perhaps hoping to find a suitable answer there, but realizing the truth was best left unavoided.

Celestia gave a heavy sigh, and paused a moment before she spoke. “Yes, Twilight.”

Twilight turned to face her mentor, immediately seeing the defeated look on Celestia's face. “But—but why princess? You're always so kind and understanding and generous and caring an—“

Celestia raised a hoof to stop her. Then she turned to Twilight, her face trying to be all seriousness, but Twilight could see a hint of sadness.

“I wasn't always.”

Twilight felt conflicted. She'd practically spent her whole life with the princess. She was never short on patience or understanding or kindness. But Twilight had expected an answer opposite to what she had been given. She had expected Celestia to smile, perhaps laugh even, at such a notion. She wasn't supposed to confirm Discord's words, she was supposed to debunk them!

But, thinking about past events, there was that whole banishment ordeal. Princess Luna had been banished for a thousand years, and she was Celestia's sister. If Celestia was willing to give such a harsh punishment to somepony so close to her, what deeds was she capable of doing to other ponies in Equestria?

There had been silence in the room for several minutes. Celestia finally looked over at Twilight, and could see that she was deep in thought. Celestia never would have brought up past incidents if she could help it. Everypony made mistakes that they regretted—even she.

Twilight looked up at Celestia, and their eyes locked. “But princess—why?”

Again, Celestia looked away, staring out toward the horizon. Her eyes closed as she focused, her face contorting as she worked to bring back long buried memories. The princess opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Instead, she stood up, approaching Twilight slowly with a grim look on her face. Twilight's expression changed from scared to relieved, as she realized the princess was not angry. She stood, awaiting the princess, before she couldn't contain herself.

Twilight rushed forward, pressing herself against Celestia's chest. Celestia was surprised at first, but gently wrapped her wings around her student. They stayed like this for a few minutes, and when Twilight looked up at her, the princess saw fresh tears on her face.

“I—I'm sorry! I'm sorry I asked! I didn't realize—I didn't think—“

“Shh...” Celestia whispered, smiling down at the purple unicorn. With one wing, she wiped Twilight's tears away, while the other stroked her back soothingly. “You did nothing wrong.” Princess Celestia thought hard before she spoke again. “Do you—do you really want to know, Twilight? Do you really want to know why—” she hesitated. “—why I would turn anypony to—to stone?” Her expression was firm and resolute, prepared for whichever answer Twilight gave.

“I—I don't know. Are you sure that—are you sure that you're ready?” Twilight stepped back, examining Celestia up and down with her eyes to be sure she was alright. Celestia turned, moving back to her original position and settling herself onto the floor, her eyes now barely level with the bottom of the window.

“I was never ready.” Celestia began. “The throne was given to me when I was far too young and inexperienced. Times were a lot different then. I ruled with an iron hoof. It was really the only way I knew how. At the time—well, it was after the incident with Nightmare Moon. I was angry with myself, and I took it out on everypony else—in the most cruel way. Even those beyond pony lands heard my name and feared it. I was not a princess then. I was a tyrant.” Celestia flinched at the word, an indication that it was one she was all too familiar with.

“Twilight, I have to show you something. I can't really explain it. You'll just have to see.” Celestia reached a hoof toward Twilight, who was still across the room.

The purple mare edged forward, gulping visibly. She wasn't sure of what was about to happen, or what she would see. But she had a feeling it wasn't going to be pretty. Upon reaching Celestia, she cautiously placed her hoof onto that of the white Alicorn. Nothing happened.

“Twilight.” Celestia looked at her seriously. “What you're going to see is a memory—My memory. Try to remember that it's not real, and there's nothing you can do to change it. It's in the past.”

Twilight nodded, still unsure. But, she knew this was what she had come her for. She wanted an answer, and this was how she was going to get it. Twilight slowly closed her eyes, wondering what secret Celestia was going to reveal—and what others she might be hiding.

Twilight Sparkle suddenly found herself far beyond the castle, in a town that looked much like Ponyville. Before her stood Princess Celestia with several guards, and Twilight almost called to her teacher—when she remembered that this was not real. One of the guards was hauling an empty cart. Twilight wondered what it was for, but assumed all would be made clear in due time.

They were all standing in front of a house, the guards surrounding it on all sides. Twilight moved forward to be closer to Celestia, but as she did so one of the guard's headed for the front door. He would have bumped into Twilight—except that he walked right through her instead. At first, Twilight was confused and frightened, before she realized that she was not a tangible part of the memory, and was not restricted by objects or ponies in her way.

The unicorn guard pounded on the door with a hoof. Twilight could hear scuffling inside, and she peered her head into the building to see what was going on. A mare and stallion were hurriedly pushing three foals underneath a bed in the second room of the small house. Twilight was quite bewildered by these actions, but she continued to observe.

She clearly heard the guard outside as he yelled, “OPEN UP, IN THE NAME OF CELESTIA! ALL MEMBERS OF THIS HOUSEHOLD ARE UNDER ARREST, BY ORDER OF THE PRINCESS!”

Twilight gasped, backing into a corner. She turned toward the family, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight. The mare and stallion were holding each other close, standing in front of the bed under which the foals could clearly be seen from Twilight's viewpoint.

She turned toward the door again as somepony banged against it. A second bang, and she saw the back legs of the earth pony who had kicked the door in disappear. Then, Celestia herself appeared in the doorway.

For once, Twilight was really and truly terrified of the princess. Her eyes stared down at all those before her, a permanent glare on her face. Her expression mirrored her eyes, showing nothing but contempt and hatred.

She moved to the next room, where the couple were quivering. Her cold eyes bored right through them, and Twilight felt herself shiver. She knew what was coming—but nothing could have prepared her for the nature of the outcome.

“Please your highness! We haven't done anything wrong!” The stallion cried out. “Please, have mercy!”

His wife (Twilight assumed) had kept her face buried into his fur, not even daring to look at the princess' menacing gaze. He had a hoof wrapped protectively around her, but Twilight knew that even if Celestia had been powerless, she was still much bigger and stronger. Yet this stallion, in the face of all odds, dared to raise his voice against her.

Celestia continued to glare down at them. The only sound in the room was Celestia's irritated breathing, and the shaky breaths of the other ponies present. Twilight could feel herself growing nervous as the seconds ticked by, even though she was not in any danger.

“No.” Celestia said flatly.

Before they even had time to react, Celestia's horn glowed. Twilight flinched at the burst of magical energy, though she did not feel it. The couple were thrown away from each other, but as soon as they regained their senses, they got up and made a beeline for each other.

But they never made it. Their hooves became like lead, the stone slowly creeping up their bodies. They each reached out a hoof to each other, their wide eyes longing for a last touch. And that is how they stayed, two ponies frozen in time.

“GUARDS!” she roared, so loudly that Twilight was sure the walls shook. The guard who had first knocked on the door appeared almost immediately, followed by three others. He saluted stiffly, awaiting orders, and the other guards followed suit.

“Bring them with us.” Celestia stepped aside to reveal the pair. “I want to put them in the garden, as an example.” She stared at them for a moment, and then her eyes moved to underneath the bed, where the foals still lay.

Twilight gasped. She couldn't—she wouldn't! But Celestia, whether or not she had seen them, turned and left the building.

The guards just stared for a moment, their features blank. Twilight saw one of them shed a tear, and then quickly wipe it away. Even the leader was still for a few moments, before he took a shaky step forward.

“Come on, you heard her. Let's get these two outside so they can be loaded.” All of the guards followed suit, moving slowly forward. They poked and prodded and ran their hooves over the still, stone bodies in disbelief.

“Here, you two.” said the apparent captain. He lifted one of the statues with his magic. “Carefully carry this one. We'll get the other.” He indicated to the fourth guard. The two earth stallions stood next to each other, ready for the heavy load. One statue was placed upon their backs, and they made their way outside to the waiting cart.

“This isn't right and you know it!” the fourth guard said, a little too loudly. The unicorn hadn't picked up the second statue yet, as he was recovering from the exertion lifting the first.

“Keep quiet!” he said. He glanced about the room, making sure there was nopony around to hear. None of the guards had noticed the foals.

“But what she's doing, it's—it's tyranny!” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The unicorn guard slapped the pegasus across the face. “I told you to shut your trap!” He glared at him angrily. But then his face softened, watching the other guard rub his face with his hoof, and seeing the red mark he had left. His voice grew quiet as well as he said, “She'll hear you. Do you want to end up like them?” He gestured to the statue before him.

“Look, I've got a family, and maybe you do too. I'm going to do what I have to to provide for them and keep them safe.” The unicorn said firmly. He picked up the statue, and the Pegasus moved next to him.

“But what if they had a family?” The other guard said, pausing before they left the room.

“I guess they're on their own now.” the unicorn replied.

As they left the room and began to turn towards the door, the unicorn guard glanced over, checking over the room once again. He had thought he was just being paranoid—but his eyes were drawn to a quick movement under the bed.

He stared down at three sets of eyes, his heart leaping into his throat in surprise. He hadn't entirely meant what he had said before. He figured if these ponies did have any other family, they were old enough to take care of themselves, or being taken care of somewhere else. Punishing adults was one thing—but these foals wouldn't have anypony to take care of them.

The unicorn guard stood aghast, before his partner prodded him to move forward. The guard turned away sharply, deciding not to alert Celestia of the foals presence. If she found them, their chance of survival was zero. If she didn't—their chances were still slim, but there were other ponies around in other houses. Somepony would take care of them, he told himself.

Twilight stared at the helpless foals, all of them still too shocked to cry. The smallest one broke free of the others, crawling out from under the bed. The apparent oldest of the three grabbed at her hoof in an attempt to stop her, yelling for her to come back. Then he, too, left the refuge, followed by the last.

Twilight stepped outside to observe once again, her stomach already in knots. She was in disbelief that Celestia was capable of such deeds. She had always been nothing but kind and generous to Twilight. But now the unicorn was seeing an entirely different side to her mentor.

The foals all rushed outside, one right after another. The youngest cried out, “Momma! Momma!”, her tears finally bubbling to the surface. The oldest wrapped a hoof around her, holding her close. Celestia continued on, pretending not to hear.

Each of the guards in turn looked back, each cursing themselves for doing nothing. There were things in life that they all valued more, whether it was their own lives, or the lives of their families. Even if they had done something, they would just suffer a similar fate as those they were bringing back to the castle. Standing up for what was right would do no good. It was not worth it.

Twilight found herself in Celestia's private quarters again, staring up at the princess as she slowly breathed out, bringing herself back to reality as well. She looked down at Twilight, her eyes sad, but the unicorn could no longer see the loving face of her teacher. All she saw was a menacing glare.

Twilight backed away, shock and horror written across her features.

“Twilight?” Princess Celestia said, concerned. She stood, taking a tentative step toward her student.

Twilight backed up more quickly, smacking her rump into a vanity and causing the contents on top to jostle. She looked up in surprise, both at the sudden noise and at the sudden impact. Glancing to the side, Twilight spotted the door, and began backing up towards it, keeping her eyes on Celestia.

“Monster.” Twilight whispered.

“Twilight, please—“ Celestia hadn't heard her, and began approaching again.

“Y—You're a monster! Stay away from me!” she yelled.

Celestia stopped dead in her tracks.

Tears began to fall down Twilight's face as she reached the door, flinging it open. She gave a long look at Celestia, trying to find the pony she once knew. But with a shake of her head, she disappeared.

After a moment, her head peered around the door at Celestia. “How could you?” she said, her voice cracking, before she turned and ran as fast as she could down the hallway.

Celestia stood dumbfounded. She waited so badly to chase after Twilight—to try and explain. But she knew there was no excuses for her past sins. They were her burden to bear, for as long as she lived. She had tried to hard to bury those memories, both in her own mind and from the history books. But she could never truly forget.


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 Posted: Jan 24 2013, 10:49 AM
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YEAH! A PINKIE AUDITION!!!

So, this was my Pinkie audition from Legends Prime. On Legends Prime, there was a backstory about the Mane 6 being elsewhere in the world dealing with diplomacy and such. Here's a little skit I wrote about Pinkie escaping from where she was being held.

"SURPRIIIIIIIISE! YOU FOUND ME!" squealed a certain pink annoyance that has plagued the minds of bronies since the beginning of time. She had been found! The one and only Pinkie Pie! That's one Element of Harmony down and five more to go!

"Wait," said Pinkie. "So if I'm the first Element to be found by you ponies I don't know...I'm super duper SPECIAL! We need to have a PARTY!!!!" jets of confetti spontaneously shot up from the ground as Pinkie pointed her party cannon at the audience. Then her eyes went wide as she got an idea, and she put the party cannon away. "But maybe I should save the party for when we find the others so it can be an even more SUPER DUPER SPECIAL and PARTY-RIFFIC party! But if I have the party now, I can eat cake now.... AW IT'S SO HARD TO CHOOSE!" Pinkie covered her eyes with her front hooves. Then she sprang back to life.

"GUMMY! YOU CAN HELP ME! Gummy, should I have a party now, with all these ponies I don't know but would probably make AMAZING friends, or should I wait until the other Elements are found so I can party with the friends I already have? Or maybe I could-"

"The pink one!" shouted one of the guards of the country that was holding Pinkie Pie. "Get her! She's trying to escape!"

Pinkie jumped up in the air, bursting with happiness. "Are we playing TAG? I LOVE TAG! You're it! Come on and chase me!"

The guards, of course, chased her. But Pinkie had a trick up her...she didn't wear clothes, but she pulled her skin back as if it was a sleeve and pulled a piece of rope out from it. She threw the rope towards the sky, and pulled on it hard. Two anvils fell, one for each guard. The guards lifted the heavy pieces of iron from themselves, but now they were smushed and flopping up and down like accordions.

"Tee hee! Now you guys look like accordions!"


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A Shining/Cadence audition thread is going to be in the pub, with me auditioning for Shining Armor, and Perfect Reflections auditioning for Cadence.


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Many wish me dead, and to few I am. Too bad things are never as they seem...
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She is the moon. It is not merely some part of her, some aspect that she controls, anymore than Twilight Sparkle is can so simply control her mind, or Fluttershy giving heart.

And so the moon controls her in exchange for her control over it, and she obeys because to do otherwise is to lie to herself. It is not as if the waxing and waning cause her any trouble. She is not the steady, piercing light of her sister, and has no need for her concrete predictability.

The moon goes dark, a black blankness in the sky behind which her beloved stars hide away, and she too becomes less than herself. A small thing, mundane as any unicorn, for all that she has strength and flight. And in these times, she is at rest in the waking world, though she moves about it with thoughtful eyes. For the substance of her has moved like moonlight into the surreality of dreams, which bend to her whims. Her own, those of others.

In the dark heart of the new moon, she could break sleeping minds and restful souls with ease, though she can hardly light her own candles. She could mold them into something else entirely, she could remake their very livelihoods.

It is a dark power, and she does not stray into it.

Not anymore.

But it is there, all the same. A taunting, teasing reminder that while Celestia is the elder, the first born light of day, there are battles that even she cannot win.

Once upon a time it was a torment to ignore, but now it soothes her. Some ponies still forget that she too is a Princess of Equestria, but the dark, rich dreamworlds of new moon's nights never forget her, and in those mindscapes, the little ponies of Equestria are hers, not her sisters.

It is more than enough to keep her peace.

But the new moon is only one drifting piece of her. She grows with the night sky glow, and the Princess that most know is her soul on the wax, the bright, romantic creature who perhaps does not always understand why ponies have the rules they have, but lives to please them nonetheless.

As the nights grow lighter, her body grows longer, and her mane begins to move with the winds of the empty space between moon and land. The glittering jewelight of the stars begins to glint within her, as her coat darkens towards the blue-black of the midnight void.

Then there is the height of her power. One day of twenty eight, when the waking world too trembles as the soulworlds had two weeks prior. When she stands as tall as her sister, her mane an emptiness on space itself which does not glow with starlight, so much as erase everything behind it to reveal the true star sky in the long distance.

This is the form that the nightmare has once upon a time given her the power to keep.

This is Luna of the Full Moon, and ever since those molded over centuries, though she wishes to leave her solitude, every twenty eighth day is spent in singular exile.

She cannot stand the horror. She wanted only their respect, not their fear. And until the memory drip drizzles away- or until little loved ones like her Pip beat the image into one of adoration and not submission- she hides away. Her reputation is not tenuous, and perhaps she is paranoid, but better safe than sorry. She cannot afford to slip down the path of hatred again, and fear breeds it so well.

After her night of silent sorrow is spent, and her body begins to wind itself down once more, she becomes something else a new once again. Where the waxing moon is a kindly trickster, longing only to bring light and joy, the waning quarter is a quicksilver blade, so sharp that her words don't prove themselves injurious until minutes or days later. After all, she is their kindly princess of safety in the dark. She would not be cruel, even as she cutcutcuts away at the things that must be removed.

Many of Equestria's longest standing laws have been written on the waning moon's darkening nights.

And then, of course, just as she begins to run out of things to turn her mind's rapier upon, there is the new moon once more, the rush of comfort and power and grounding respect.

And so she begins again, refreshed. The climb, the peak, the descent, the reprieve. On and on, in an endless cycle, a game that never grows old.

Because Luna is the Moon Princess, and she has no need of the stability of the sun.


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A note:

Now that JM has won the audition for Discord, he is no longer auditioning for Shining Armor or Pinkie Pie.


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Twilight Sparkle audition time!
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Twilight bolted upright in a cold sweat; the visions she had seen... they were too intense, too surreal. She wasn't sure, but she might have screamed when she woke up. In fact, she probably did if the way Spike was hovering over her sporting armor made of several pots, pans and pillows was of any indication.

"Twilight, are you alright? I heard some screaming, and I thought it might've been Discord up to his morning prank routine again." he said in between breaths, leaning on his hockey stick for support.

Oh, if only it was...

"I'm fine, Spike. It was just a bad dream. A really, really bad dream." she said, her breathing slowing down to a normal pace.

"Was it the Alicorn dream again?" he asked, blinking a few times.

"No it was--" she blinked in return, as if unable to believe what she just heard. "Er, yes actually. How did you know?"

"Last time you screamed that much from a bad dream, it was because you thought Shining Armor were going to have a kid." he said, peeling off his haphazardly made armor.

"Oh. Right, that dream..." Twilight shivered. The mere mention of that dream made some nasty images bubble up from the depths of her memory. Ones she'd rather not see for a long time. A really long time.

"C'mon Twilight, let's brew you up some tea. It'll help you calm down."

"Thanks, Spike. I'm real glad to have you around for times like this..."


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 Posted: Feb 2 2013, 10:47 PM
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Twilight Audition




The day was bright and early, the sun was just barely poking over the horizon and Sugarcube Corner was just starting to smell of freshly baked goods; all signs looking to be the start of another one of Ponyville's under-appreciated lazy days. While it was no secret that the small town was rather... 'exciting'... at times, ponies didn't seem to realize there were times when the town was just a small town, with nothing happening outside of a mix-up with the weather schedule, and even those were rather rare as well. Yes, today was looking to be a good day to be a pony.

Unless you were a certain purple unicorn.

Twilight Sparkle was many, many, things to a lot of ponies: Savior, Student, Friend, Daughter, Sister, Foal and even Crush; however, one of the many things that she could be was also 'Panicky'. Today, while it had started with her easily getting up while Spike was asleep, was rapidly descending into something that she couldn't control.

It turned out that, while making her list of things that she needed to do for the day, she had found herself missing one of her jars of extra extra ink.

"Where is it? Whereisitwhereisitwhereisit!?" The element of magic dashed back and forth between the various drawers and cabinets in her library, frantically searching for the missing jar. She had checked the spots for both her ink and extra ink, seeing if the errant item had been misfiled, but had found only the properly stored jars; the same had been true when she had looking where the scrolls and quills were stored, and the extra quills and scrolls and the extra extra quills and scrolls, and even the 'really, really, extra, only use in an emergency to contact the princess quickly, quills, scrolls, ink and magically bottled dragon fire in case Spike wasn't around' storage.

Her mane was starting to get frazzled and her eye was developing its nervous twitch again. She had to find that missing jar, she had to, otherwise she would be late making the list; and if she was late making the list, she would have to rush through making it to; if she rushed through making it, she might miss some of the things she had to do; if she missed getting some of the things she had to do down, she might forget about them entirely; he she forgot about them, the might be important; and if they were important and she didn't do them, then she-

Twilight's hoof caught on a loose floorboard and she tripped, derailing her panicky train of thought as she landed face first next to her desk.

The unicorn groaned, shaking her head as she worked to clear the daze it had been lost in, then saw something glimmering beneath the best. Her violet eyes finally focused, then sparkled once she realized that it was the missing far of extra extra ink. "There you are!" She levitated it out, standing up and telekinetically carrying it over to complete the set next to her waiting scroll.

"Now then," she cleared her throat and started dictating to herself out of very ingrained habit, "item one: Create checklist of the things I need to accomplish today!"


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CELESTIA AUDITION
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Princess Celestia awoke one morning, just as she always did, ready to tackle the affairs of the day. Something nagged at the back of her mind, something that she was forgetting today. She ran through a list of current affairs, things she needed to tend to—but none of them were satisfying the feeling.

As she stepped out of her room, however, she noticed a peculiar box sitting outside her door. There was a blue ribbon around the box, and a tag attached. Celestia levitated the tag closer to her face in order to read what was written on it.

Happy Birthday Celestia
Love, Luna

Birthday?

It suddenly clicked in Celestia's mind. Today was her birthday. Of course, she'd stopped celebrating her own birthday long ago. There was far too much to do to take a day off. Anyway, she got invited to and hosted enough parties and events during the year to make up for that. Celestia had nearly forgotten that she actually had a birthday... It had been so long. So many years had passed...

Perhaps it was really because Luna hadn't been here to celebrate with her. A birthday just wouldn't have been the same without—Well, that was in the past now. What was done was done, and anyway... today should be happy. If Luna wanted to celebrate her birthday, than that's what Celestia would do. She could use a day off, in any case.

Celestia realized that she had been lost in thought and was still holding the mysterious package aloft. She pulled off the bow, and it fell lightly to the floor. Lifting the lid, Celestia saw a blue lump of something. Pulling it out, she could see that it was a scarf. A rather long one at that too.

It was a dark blue, exactly the color of her sister. There were white crescent moons adorning each end, melded carefully in with the rest of the scarf. It wasn't sewn, but... Celestia couldn't remember the correct term for this type of material craft. She examined the tassels at the each end... The entire thing was well made and quite beautiful. But where had Luna gotten it, exactly?

Celestia found herself at the doors of the dining hall. She'd been so wrapped up in examining the gift that she hadn't realized she'd subconsciously made her way to her routine destination. Well, breakfast first, and then there was the matter of—No. No working today. Everything could wait. Everything would wait.

Celestia took the scarf and wrapped it around her neck. The castle wasn't particularly chilly, but it wasn't exactly warm, either. Besides, it was the perfect time of year for scarves, even if it wasn't normal attire for Celestia to wear. Celestia had tailors asking—no, begging to make her all manner of custom outfits and accessories—but to each she declined. She had no need to wear frilly outfits or expensive jewels. Everypony knew that she was the ruler of Equestria, and there was no need to flaunt that.

She pushed open the doors, and was surprised to see Luna already at the breakfast table. Luna's head swiveled around as she heard the ancient door squeak on it's hinges, announcing the new arrival. She looked a bit surprised to see her sister, though exactly why she wasn't sure.

Celestia made her way to the table, noticing Luna picking at a bowl of oatmeal. She took a seat directly across from her sister. It would be easier to talk that way. The table was lavishly adorned with fruits and breads and even pastries...but Luna had chosen such a simple thing for herself.

“G-Good morning, Celestia.” Luna stammered quietly, staring at a silver spoon she was swiveling around the bowl.

Celestia wasn't sure what he sister's silence meant. She'd given her this wonderful birthday present, and was now strangely silent... Well, perhaps she'd come around. Celestia began to gather different fares from around the table. But the silence persisted, and Celestia couldn't stand not knowing why.

“Luna, oatmeal? Are you crazy?” Celestia blurted.

Luna stopped her merry-go-round motion and looked up at Celestia. Then she simply shrugged, laying the spoon down inside the bowl, but returning her eyes back to it. Celestia was about to suggest that Luna try one of the tastier pieces on the table when her sister spoke first.

“You don't have to wear that you know.” Luna mumbled.

Celestia paused, her mouth open in anticipation of a raspberry pastry she was levitating before her mouth. She set it down on her plate, her complete focus on Luna now.

“Why wouldn't I want to wear it?” Celestia asked, confused. “It's perfectly lovely, Luna. Wherever did you get it?”

“I—I made it.” Luna's head drifted up slowly to meet her sister's gaze. “I was making it just for myself, for practice. You know that I used to like crocheting, and it's been awhile since I've been able to do it... But I just got so excited that I made it far too long before I even realized it, and then I remembered that it was your birthday. And since I couldn't wear it anymore I just thought it might be nice to give it to you, but it really isn't your color and there are probably loads of mistakes on it and—and—and you don't even wear scarves!” Luna's voice had been steadily raising as she'd gone on her rant, and she breathed just a bit faster than normal from her sudden explosion of words.

“Luna, you are being ridiculous!” Celestia said. “The scarf is beautiful. I will treasure it always! And it's absolutely the best time to wear it, seeing as it's Fall. And you know what else Luna? WE are going to have cake!” Celestia clapped her forehooves together, and an attendant quickly came to her side. Celestia whispered something in his ear, and he trotted off quickly. Celestia scooted the bowl of oatmeal away from Luna and pushed her own plate away.

“But—“ Luna protested, reaching for the breakfast that had been snatched from her, even if she hadn't been eating it.

“And—“ Celestia apparently hadn't finished. “—we are going to celebrate YOUR birthday!” She pointed a hoof at her sister at this statement, smirking. Luna herself looked at Celestia in surprise.

“But it's not—“

“Doesn't matter.” Celestia interrupted. “I've had far too many. And you've celebrated far too few.”

Luna opened her mouth, and then closed it, sighing. “Alright.”

Celestia beamed, but she could see that Luna still wasn't into the whole thing. She tapped a hoof on her chin, thinking. Then her face lit up as she thought of the perfect thing. “I know! We'll go down into Canterlot! You haven't had a chance to see it yet. You'll love it Luna! I can never find enough excuses to get out of this castle to see it myself either. So it will be fun for the both of us!” Celestia was grinning. She could also see the tiniest bit of a smile creeping up on Luna's face.

“I, uh...I might like that.” One corner of Luna's mouth lifted, much as she tried to hide it. Celestia beamed down at her sister, not even trying to hide her own excitement.

And then there was cake. It was nothing really extravagant, and the cooks had whipped it up surprisingly fast. It was just a round cake, although it was a bit larger than average. On top were the words Happy Birthday Princess Luna. There was a single small blue candle, as requested by Celestia. The frosting was a dark blue, much like the color of Luna herself. The wording was white, a perfect contrast against the dark background. Luna gasped when she saw it.

“But it's still not—“

“I meant it when I said we were going to celebrate YOUR birthday. I'm just sorry that the cake couldn't be more extravagant.” Celestia said, solemn.

“No—no it's perfect!” Luna's face lit up.

Celestia smiled down at her sister, glad that she'd finally struck the 'happy Luna' chord. She quickly cut out two generous slices of cake, although Luna's seemed significantly bigger. As Luna grabbed a fork, she glanced across the table, where Celestia was already chowing down on her slice, free of silverware. Celestia looked up and noticed the confused look from her sister.

Luna glanced at the fork she held in the air for a moment. But then she tossed it behind herself, shoving her muzzle onto her plate. This really was a lot of cake... Then again, it had been a long time since she had any cake. She gulped it down with gusto, and when she was finished, she cleaned her plate of any frosting or crumbs. She really was acting like such a foal... But she didn't care, and neither did Celestia. It made her happy just to see Luna happy.

Luna licked around her lips, her tongue making happy smacking sounds. Celestia, giggled, covering her mouth with a hoof.

“What?” Luna asked, her smile replaced by curiosity.

“Oh, nothing Luna.” Celestia made her way around the table to her sister. “Just that you missed a spot. Right HERE.” Her tongue made a slurping sound as it ran up Luna's cheek. The blue pony let out a squeal of surprise as she shivered. Celestia just grinned down at her.

“T-That tickled!” Luna exclaimed. But then she burst into laughter, amused by her sister's foal-like antics. She wasn't sure if it was just an act to make her feel better, or if Celestia was really having fun herself. Luna rubbed a hoof against her face, attempting to clean off the slobbery mess.

Then she groaned. “Oooooh, I think I ate too much cake.” she leaned back and rubbed her belly.
“Well then...” a sly smirk spread across Celestia's face, “...if you can't walk...” she suddenly slipped her neck under Luna, using her head to push her onto her back, “...I'll just have to carry you!”

She began to walk towards the door, but Luna started to flail in protest. “I can walk myself!” she flapped her wings, and Celestia felt Luna's weight leave her backside. She promptly landed on the ground next to Celestia, and after dusting herself off, pranced forward with her head held high. But Celestia could see the sly smirk on Luna's face through her high-and-mighty act.

“Hey, Lulu! Oh little Lulu!” Celestia called, following after her.

Luna stiffened at the nickname, pausing before the double doors that led to the hall. “D—Don't call me that!” she stammered, turning to Celestia with a blush.

“Why not, Lu?” Celestia shortened the name this time.

“B—Because Tia—“ Luna quickly covered her mouth with her hooves at her slip-up on her sister's name. “I—I mean Celestia. We're not kids anymore, so it's not funny.” But her argument was weak rather than angry.

Celestia bent down and nuzzled her sister. “Okay. I promise I won't call you that...” she suddenly threw open the double doors, racing through the front hall to the entrance of the castle, and calling back over her shoulder, “...in public! Come on Lu!”

Luna stamped a hoof before chasing after Celestia. She caught up, just as Celestia opened the door to reveal the city of Canterlot spread out before them. Luna blinked in the sudden flash of sunlight beaming into the hall, shading her face with a wing.

Wow, Canterlot was huge, Luna thought. Canterlot hadn't even existed a thousand years ago. There were so many cities and towns that Luna didn't recognize. Equestria had once been her home, but nowadays she felt like a stranger in a foreign land.

“You know what, I've changed my mind.” Luna turned to walk back inside.

But Celestia was too quick, and she grabbed onto Luna's tail with her teeth, pulling her out the door. “No you don't.” Celestia managed around a mouthful of hair.

“Gah!” Luna exclaimed, attempting to pull away. But Celestia was bigger and stronger, so it was no use. She stopped in her struggle, allowing herself to be dragged down the first flight of steps, and giving a blustery sigh in defeat.

Celestia let go, satisfied, but Luna stayed put on the ground. “Come on Luna!” Celestia stuffed her nose under her sister's belly, urging her to get up. Try as she might to stay in a pouting mood, Luna began to giggle.

“H—Hey, that tickles too!” she hopped away from Celestia. But her sister was satisfied; at least she was standing.

“Well, I wouldn't have had to do that if you had just walked like you claimed you were so capable of.” Celestia said sarcastically.

Luna stood, a scowl on her face now. But she looked into the wise, kind eyes of her sister, and couldn't help but smile. It started out small and reluctant, but quickly spread across her face into a wide grin. She rushed forward, pressing her head against Celestia's chest.

“Thank you.”

Celestia bent down to wrap her neck around Luna in an embrace. They stood like that for a moment, sharing in the joy of finally being together again. Then Celestia straightened, turning toward the marvelous city of Canterlot. “Come on, let's go.”

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Before her recreation, Celestia's memories are a muted, confused mess, faces worn away and voices long forgotten. They have the impure, greyscale quality of mortality. It pains her to recall them, because there is so much that is truly forgotten. Ever since she became what she remains today, she has never lost a memory to anything but force. Although it is almost absurdly easy to not think about something, the knowledge is there forever, ethched rainbow bright on the inside of her skull, only waiting to be summoned. She often chooses not to remember things, because life is easier in that way, but with the exception of her infancy, she can never forget them.

And so the occasional recollection that she has forgotten them brings her such pain. She has betrayed the love of her family. If she even had a family. The days of Discord were LDIAGRHKT and hard enough to understand even when they were happening all around her.

But she thinks... she believes... she has memories of memories, moments of past recollection engraved in immortal stone of earlier travels through a long lost mortal mind, that tell her she was... was...

She had no wings, she knows that much, and little more, and even with centuries of experience flight is to her as unnatural as it is exhilarating, and she indulges in it only sparingly. It seems wrong, a betrayal of her birth, to take advantage of her wings too often.

If she had a horn, she cannot recall it, but she believes her sister did not, for Luna treats her magic as Celestia views her flight: something strange and valuable and not quite of herself.

For Celestia, though, magic is as easy as breathing. It surrounds her, pulling through the illusory glow of her mane, and ruffling the impossible strength of her feathers, and bringing to her the impressions of health or horror that bless or plague her land and her ponies. Perhaps she was a unicorn, then, in those dim days, for everything, to her, comes back to magic. The rich, subtle magic of the earth, twisting light and water into fruit and fowl. The raucous, roaring magic of the wind and weather, bringing changes of season and joy to hearts.

And of course, the magic that everypony regards as such. The spark and crack of energy flowing from an unknowable source and altering the world to the whims of its weilder.

Or perhaps she was an earth pony, towering strong and tall above those she chose to protect, an immovable object, as sturdy as the mountainside beneath the castle. IT wouldhave meant nothing in a time when mountains may as well have been butterflies, but it would have made an impression. And now, with the world ordered as it should be, what was she if not a gardener? She brought light and warmth, and beneath it the flowers bloomed and the animals flourished, and even her ponies, once so scared and so bitter, had matured into something beautiful.

Maybe her first gift had been growth, not magic.

Sometimes, though, she wonders if there was no before at all. Discord had done many impossible things at the height of his power. Conjuring goddesses from the void would not have been beyond him then, if it even was now. Without the submission of an entire world's population, he is not nearly so powerful as he once was. But it took only a single town-and two panicking orincesses- to give him the strength to turn lawn to soap and clouds to confection.

In those days, he could have made them both as pretty little toys, more resilient than the usual, practically sparring partners. He could have fed them false selves and conjured reckonings to make them fight him. Perhaps he had grown bored with power. That would have been like him.

It is a thought that brings her the same pain, no matter how often she bears it. The idea that she is not like her little ponies. And how absurd it is for that to hurt her, because she isn't. She looks like them and she speaks like them, but beyond that there is no resemblance between the immortal sun princess and her mayfly subjects. But maybe once there was, and she clings to that belief in the way that some foals cling to their mother's legs when the first see her. When they first gaze upon the impossible thing that she is, with magic so lush that it leaks out through her mane into a dizzying rainbow that looks more like a void than a dance of lights, impossible depth spinning into eternity, with endlessly long legs, spindle thin and yet powerful enough to move mountains, wings impossibly large and every feather gleaming perfect, a coat so white that nothing can stain it but the dancing rainbow of her mane and tail that give her a pearl's sheen.

She is nothing like them, and she wants to be.

She wants to return to that impossibly vague brush of pink tail and golden coat that she cannot actually remember, but likes to pretend she can.

Luna has always been distant from her subjects, adoring them from afar, scarred by the memories of death and death and countless death. She has no trust in any of them, fleeting as their lives are.

But Celestia revels in that, in how temporary they are. She bathes in it, tries with wild desperation to appreciate every moment of their short, short lives that they give to her so generously. She cannot be one of them, so she surrounds herself with them in a mad crash, and she pretends for so long that it almost seems true.

Luna cares for everypony, would protect them and praise them, but she loves no one, save perhaps Celestia herself. It is the only way she can find to stay sane.

Celestia loves them all, recklessly, perfectly, painfully aware of how much a tragedy every one of their deaths is, how they weigh eternal on her soul. But she loves them anyway, because they love her too, though she could have become a monster, though she could have become a tyrant or a madmare like Discord before her. They love her, and for them, she will give everything. Her magic, her heart, her very life if such were called for.

Isn't that what love is? Being willing to do anything, just to keep them safe and happy?


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Here is my Spike audition


He curled up under he blanketnas the sun rose and tryed to wake him . Only to wake to Twilight calling for him looking for him he guessed as he got up. Tukig his blancket into his bed he rushed down the old wood steps of the library and into twilight's study where she was lookin at the books.
"Spike do you know where that book of ancient spells and incantaions is?" Twilight asked pulling a book out of the a section of the spell section of the library. Spike paused and looked at he book sselves and tryed to think back to where he put it. After a minute or two he remebered. "Yeah Twilight give me just a second."he said bolting back up to the loft and looking under twilight's bed. He chuckled as he pulled out a ztack of books that he knew twilght was reading. He looked threw the stacks and found it knowing twilight had read it a few nights ago. He picked it up and took a deep breath. In an instan engulfed it in flames sending it down to twilight and then picked up the stack. He went down to the latter and began to put the stack away keeping out only the top book. He was curyous why twilight was reading a book about dragons. He hid it and went to twilight who was already deep into the spell book. "Twilight I'm going out for a bit." He said knowing that she would just nod.

Spike sliped out the front door with the book tucked under his arm. He found a nice quiet place to sit and begin to read the book, but pinky and some odd brown maned pony ran by befor he could start. He shruged and opened he book not minding the two. As he looked threw he book and became entranced by its information he lost track of time. When he finally closed he book and looked up from the pages it was just beginning to get dark. "Oh man I've been out all day twilight must be worried sick." He began to run back his little clawed hands gripping the book.

As he reached the library and went in side nothing had changed. He quickly began on his chores thinking that twilight was just in the other room. Afer hours of organozing and practicing using his breath he finished. Everything seeming to be fine that was untill he went into twilights study. She was gone and the study was a mess. "What happened here it looks like a tornado came threw here ." He said ass he began to pick up the books. About halfway done wih the pickup did he see he that there was a odd circle around he book podium and the spell book that twilight was reading floated. He droped what he was doing and carfully walked over to it saying " what he heck is going on here?" As he steped into the circle and got up to read the book the cricule began to glow "beware ye whom reads his for the words are binds that change your life." As he read allowed he books on the selves behan to float of the shelves and fly around the room the clutter on the ground begining to join it."binds so true and strong that they will also change the world. " just then twiliht broke into the room as large steel chains having literaly begun to come from thw ground and wrap the library. Twilight was to late thouht. "Fate take thy place." He finished as eveything went black.

When he woke up twilight was reading the book again but she looked terrified. "Spike what have you done ive got to remove this spell" she said as he got up now seeing that he had a pair of odd golden bands with short chains on his wrist. "Hug twilight what happen?" He asked stumbling over to her. She turned to him crying. "Sspike why spike you you fool of a little dragon why did you read the book?" He looked at her confused as the chains lifted towards the door. "Ssspike go my assistant complete your geasi and co e riht back home." She said not goving him any warning or anything just pushing him out the door with a blanket a small pack of food and the book he was reading that day.


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FLUTTERSHY AND RARITY IN ONE AUDITION!

The day was fresh and new and bright, the sunlight streaming through in gentle shafts and lightly filling the treehouse cottage with liquid gold.
Fluttershy was awoken bright and early by the hard -thunk- of a carrot hitting her square in the noggin, the small white bunny sitting atop the dresser and tapping his foot impatiently.
"Oh, Good morning Angel!" she chirped lightly, a sleepy smile gracing her innocent little features. The little pegacorn fluttered out of bed, turning to gently smooth the sheets down before heading right to the kitchen, glancing over at the book that Angel had set out for her. "Oh, is this what you want to eat today?"

Angel narrowed his little eyes, and Fluttershy took that as a 'yes', beginning to prepare. Discord had come by to visit just yesterday, so she was only mildly surprised to find that the water faucet produced chocolate syrup instead of water.
"Oh, my..." a hoof went to her mouth, but luckily she had a well outside--and while she was there, she may as well feed the chickens! Angel was not quite pleased with this, but he did adore Fluttershy despite his horrid mistreatment of her. It was easy to see why Discord had been won over by such a sweet pony. Her footsteps were delicate and light, and carrying the bucket of water was easy with the help of the other critters, all abuzz so early in the morn' to assist the element of Kindness in all her pink and yellow splendor.
Just as she made her way into the door, a delicate and ever so refined voice called to her over the small bridged walkway,"Fluttershy, Darling!"
"Oh, good morning Rarity." She was always happy to see the unicorn, the element of Generosity had always proven herself to be such. Though she came off as aloof and sometimes even selfish, she truly was one of the most generous and giving ponies she'd ever had the pleasure to come across, going so far as to pay for their weekly spa-treatments together.

Rarity smiled, her hair crimped and propped up today, her oval glasses perched low on her snout," Oh, I was just wondering if you'd be so kind as to model a new outfit for me?" With a glow of her horn, the clothing was offered. "I spent all of my time attempting an Old French Couture style, and I'm sure it would just look fantastic on you." The outfit, a series of gentle sunset yellows, golds and reds with hints of robins egg blue seemed to swathe the little pegacorn, bringing out her natural beauty. "Oh, go ON, Darling! In fact, keep it--I'll make one for everybody!" Rarity exclaimed, a spark of renewed vigor in her eyes. The creativity was beginning to flow through her once again, bringing excitement and joy to her little gallop as she slipped back into her boutique and began to work.
Stitch stitch stitch thread thread thread it was all coming together in the most perfect ways she could imagine. Bold and brave, brilliant and colored for RD, the competitive streak in the pegasus clearly shown in the string, aerodynamic angles of design. Modest and compact, though sleek and stylish, rather vogue for Twilight with deep shades of navy blue and lavender to bring out the pink and violet in her mane, and something that can double as work and pleasure for AJ, earthy-tones of brown, oranges and yellows that came together in an outfit that could just as easily move from Manehattan to the farm in the blink of an eye. And oh, Pinkie. Hers was most certainly the most fun, a surprisingly stylish bright, sunny yellow with pinks and blues as well, surprisingly opposite of the pastel that decored Fluttershys'. Oh yes, and one for Spikey-Wikey, a rather dapper top hat. After all, he did so seem to love the stylish hats and suits that seemed so common in Manehattan of all places. Oh yes, Fashion Police, stop right there~! A hoof was brought up to her horn as she dropped back dramatically onto her couch. "Oh, I need to make the new capes for Sweetie Belle!" she almost forgot! Her darling little sister who grated on her nerves and made her grind and grit her teeth in vexation, the one she'd never trade for anybody in the world.
Soon, the marshmallow pony was right back at work, a smile gracing her features as she glanced at the series of mannequins that held the brand new Spectrum Series for her dearest friends.


Meanwhile, Fluttershy had decided to hang up the outfit, as she wouldn't wish it to get dirty while she was working, a delicate smile lightly painted onto her face. A song hummed from her as she fluttered about the rest of her home, cleaning the birdhouses and perches with a gentle touch, surprised to find that the little critters had already helped to set the table for breakfast. Except Angel, whom was still rather annoyedly tapping his foot and pointing expectantly at his wrist--and just WHERE was his damn carrot and cucumber salad?
"Oh, I'm sorry Angel, I'll get that finished for you right now." she soothed him, setting down to pull out the wooden bowl to mix the tossed salad in, cutting the carrots herself and making sure they were perfectly arranged. Angel seemed satisfied the first go round, and Fluttershy gave a joyful smile of pure delight.



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