THE TWO YEAR MARK OF TWILIGHT'S APPRENTICESHIP
"I already said Luna! You can't have an apprentice!"
Luna trembled with the strong urge to tackle her older sister as she stomped through the astronomy tower, her turquoise eyes burning with a deep fury.
She knew that things weren't fair, all through her life, but this was aggravating. Really aggravating. From the day their parents died, King Nightmare and Queen Gloria, the sisters would always be rival in everything. Luna always knew though, that one thing that Celestia would always get, was her way.
With those rose colored eyes and the soft and day sparkling colors of her waving mane, her sister could charm anyone into thinking she was sweet, soft, kind, and a perfect ruler for their kingdom. But sometimes, Luna almost thought she was a demon.
The indigo colored alicorn snapped back, wings spread, "Why do you get one but I don't? You're not a queen Celestia!"
The elder sister glared at her younger sibling, hurt settling into her eyes as she plopped down on the floor onto one of Luna's plush blankets that she dragged up into the tower. She sighed, and a sudden comeback filled her mind and exploded out of her mouth with fury.
"Not yet."
Luna stiffened, anger heating every part of her body as she growled, "What."
Celestia realized her mistake, and panic flooded her gaze as she stuttered, "I-I mean- Luna-," Her younger sister cut her off by stomping onto the deck with the telescope and lashing her wings on the air, flying out of Canterlot and into Equestria beyond.
I will get my own apprentice. Luna thought these words with venom dripping through her mind and into her eyes, making a violent shudder pass through her body. The feeling of magic laced through her as she dropped lower in altitude. Cloudsdale sat potently in front of her, and Luna steered her way towards it.
Young pegasi played air football, while some did tricks, laughing and playing. The site made a small smile tug at the princess's muzzle, but she thought back stubbornly to getting an apprentice. Celestia usually associated with earth ponies and unicorns, not paying too much attention to the pegasi.
She barely even used her wings half the time!
But Luna loved her wings, not minding her horn but still knowing that she could never fly herself into the sky with it. The feeling of rushing wind and the gentle wetness of clouds never ceased to make it feel even more enchanted then magic itself. Wings made her feel free.
The Wonderbolt Academy sat boldly in front of Luna, Spitfire spitting her venom at new recruits on the clouds below. A row of peagsi stood in front of her in attention, all of them harboring fear in their new recruit eyes.
The only two who didn't were a deep red pony with a midnight colored mane, and a pure black pony with a black and yellow striped mane. Yellow stars dotted her tail, and a sliver of silver cut through the bottom of her tail. A small butterfly net capturing a firefly resembled her cutie mark. A bomb represented the deep red pony's.
The two looked fearless as they lifted up their chins at the yelling sergeant, determination coursing through their eyes. Luna couldn't help but admire their courage at the fearful military pony. But something caught her eye as she was turning away.
The black pony was uttering something, concentration splayed throughout her eyes along with the fearlessness. She was muttering a spell!
Confusion ran itself through Luna's blood as she watched more carefully, thinking, But that's not possible. Only unicorns can do magic!
The pegasus continued to mutter the spell, and jerked her head an inch as she finished, watching Spitfire carefully. Suddenly, one of the fire colored drill sergeant's wings turned ten times bigger than the other, and the rest of the crew laughed along with the pony, mischief glowing through her eyes. The dark red pony turned to his friend, grinning viciously. Yes.
Spitfire spat on the cloud, growling to herself as she stalked away quickly to the infirmary. Luna couldn't help laughing at the pure rage look on her face.
Suddenly, a tidal wave of knowingness crashed over the princess. That pony. She was the one. Who needed a horn if you could just mutter magic and make it happen? The mischief pattering through her eyes, the grin she shot at her friend, and the magical pegasus swag.
She was the apprentice.