The Life and Lies of Princess Celestia
Once upon a time, in a land that had yet to be named, there was a small town named Canterlot. In this town is where the story begins. In this town, there lay a house, nothing extraordinary, a worn down, gray, wooden house that lay on the outskirts of town. In this house, however, a rare event was about to occur. The miracle of birth was about to happen. This miracle would bring forth two of the land's most revered ponies. This is where the story begins.
The season was winter, but there was no snow on the ground. It had been, for the most part, a dry winter. Snow hardly fell on the land, which was happily accepted by the Earth Ponies. They disliked the snow, as it did not allow them to grow any crops. The Pegasi also were not very fond of the cold, as it would make their wings sore and not function properly if left unchecked. The unicorns, however, relished in it. They bundled up to protect themselves from the elements and would head outside where they played games with it. The Pegasi and Earth ponies knew not how they could enjoy the cold substance so much, but they never really bothered to ask. However, this is getting off track.
The hour was early in the morning, and everypony in the house was asleep. The stallion lay in his bed, lying next to his pregnant wife. They cuddled together, partially for warmth, partially for enjoyment, and lay unmoving as they slept. Then, as quick as a lightning strike, pain struck the mare. Her eyes flew open and she began to scream, startling the stallion half to death. She continued to scream with pain. The stallion quickly used the back of his arm to rub the sleep out of eyes.
"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked frantically. She stopped screaming, still breathing heavily. She turned her head to look at him. Her face was beaded with sweat; her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and happiness.
"The babies are coming." She said. The stallion sat there for a moment, dazed and unsure of what was going on. Then, a few seconds later it registered that she had just told him his children were about to be born.
"The babies are coming!" He exclaimed. He leapt out of the bed in such a hurry he tripped over the blanket.
"Damn." He said as he hit the wooden floor. He quickly rose to his hooves and hurried over to the other side of the bed where his wife was currently attempting to get out. He lowered himself so that his chest was almost touching the floor.
"Here, I'll carry you." He said.
"For Pete's sake Harry, I can walk." She said agitatedly. She recoiled at how angry she sounded.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"It's alright. Now, go ahead and climb on." He said. She nodded and gently lowered herself into his back. He had never been a star athlete, but he was able to support his pregnant wife with the pure adrenaline that coursed through his body.
"Come on!" He said and quickly made his way out of the house.
He galloped through the town as quickly as he could, not stopping even to catch his breath. He came to the corner of the coffee shop where they had shared their first date and turned, the hospital wasn't far now. He could hear the clop of his hooves echoing off the walls of the silent street. The town was still fairly new, and the path he galloped on was made entirely of dirt. A few ponies came to their windows to see what was going on, groggily rubbing their eyes with the back of their hooves. They watched as he galloped to the hospital, some even cheering him on. Everypony in the small town loved to see new foals. Eventually the stallion could see the hospital come into view. He galloped as fast as he could so as to get his wife the medical attention she needed as soon as possible.
Finally he burst through the hospital doors, frantically shouting for somepony to see to his wife. A few of the nurse ponies ran out from behind the counter, one going to get a wheel chair for the wife. They helped the mare into the wheel chair and desperately tried to calm the stallion down. They wheeled the mare into the room where their children would be born. The stallion did not follow them, as exhaustion caught up to him. He collapsed into one of the chairs in the waiting room and closed his eyes, immediately falling asleep.
A few hours later the mare was beginning to go into labor. She screamed in agony from the pain she was experiencing. The clock on the wall read 5:30 AM. The sun would be rising soon. The doctor urged the mare to continue pushing. She did as she was told, eager for the pain to stop. A nurse stood just beside her, using magic to wipe the mare's forehead with a rag.
"Alright, Milly, just one more giant push." The doctor said. She gave one more huge push and screamed as she did so. The rays of the sunrise shone through the window just as the sound of crying could be heard from the newborn filly.
"Congratulations on your new filly." The doctor said wrapping up the newborn in a blanket. She knew they weren't done yet, however.
She spent the next fourteen hours with little pain, but the pain intensified at around 7:45 PM. The sun was setting and as it did so the pain intensified. The stallion had awoken from his nap and was now pacing around the room nervously. As the mare began to scream he rushed over to his wife and held her hoof in his. He urged her to breathe when she wasn't pushing. The mare took deep breaths as she was instructed and found it to be quite helpful. She continued to push, trying to get this second child out of her body.
Finally she was urged to give one more big push and she did so. The final rays of the sun vanished from view as the filly was born. This filly was smaller than her sister. The filly cried as the doctor wrapped her up in cloth and handed her to the nurse to take to the nursery. The mare breathed a sigh of relief, grateful it was over.
A few hours later, after the mare was cleaned up and everyone had finally calmed down, the mare and her husband walked into the nursery to see their two newborn children in greater detail. They stood behind the glass and searched for their children.
Finally the stallion spotted them and pointed in their direction, the mare following his gaze until her eyes fell upon the two wonderful bundles of joy. The eldest of the two was white. She had a horn atop of her head, like her mothers. She also had the beginnings of a beautiful mane. She smiled as she slept contently. The mare smiled at her. They turned their attention to their second child. This filly's skin was black as the night. She also had a horn on her head and the beginnings of a beautiful mane as well. "What are we going to name them?" The stallion asked. The mare pondered this. What would their names be?
"How about Lucy and Wendy?" The stallion offered. She shook her head. She wanted their names to be unique, to mean something.
"I think I know what to name them." She said. He looked at her expectantly.
"How about Celestia and Luna?" She asked him. He considered these names. He had to admit, these names were far better than the ones he had picked. He looked back at the fillies and smiled.
"Yes. Those are wonderful names." He said.