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I follow Celestia and Luna to their home, watching as they stop abruptly before the front door, glancing at each other and seeming to communicate silently. After a mere moment of hesitation, Celestia charms the door to open with her horn, and they walk in together, their entrance met only by their parent's shocked expressions.
"Celestia? Luna?" Ivory questions, rising from the tattered rug where she had lain. "What—where have you been? We've been so worried. You told us you were with the Apples to try and help them grow the trees with magic, but, when we asked them, you weren't there. Don't ever do that again!" Luna's head droops, her lip quivering, but Celestia, swallowing her fear, steps forward with her head held high.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Celestia responds in a calm, controlled voice. Ivory seems confused as she steps towards her daughters, wariness clear on her face. "I hate to do this, but I'm sure you anticipated this since you heard of the prophecy. Yes, we know of it, as well. I always knew we were special; we are a combination of unicorn and pegasus, born to purebred Earth ponies. It's illogical, yet here we are." The adult ponies—who, now that I look at them, were considerably shorter than Celestia and Luna—exchange a look of absolute panic, but Celestia continues before they can speak. "Look, Mother, Father, the thing is... We don't belong here. We don't belong anywhere. We aren't even supposed to be out in public according to you because we are so different. It isn't your fault, so don't feel guilty. We can't help the world now, not when things are so precarious. You know as well as I do that it would be best if we leave. Maybe, if and when the three kingdoms join forces to end this deadly winter—it's caused because of the pointless feuds, you know—we can come back and completely restore peace. I do hope you understand." Tears fall like raindrops from Ivory's eyes, but she nods anyway, knowing deep down Celestia's words are correct.
"Where will you go?" Ebony asks softly, allowing his mate to lean against him for support. "You will be called a disgrace if you enter pegasus or unicorn territories." Celestia is unable to answer. "No matter. I hope that, wherever you go, it is a place far from here, a place where the weather does not damage the fragile balance of the world. I hope you will be happy." A single tear falls from his eye, and he wipes it away with his hoof absentmindedly. Luna races forward, nuzzling her parents as she cries silently. My heart tugs for her, paining me to see the sorrow she is experiencing. Celestia maintains a neutral expression for as long as she can before moving forward in silence, her eyes misty. Her parents seem to understand, and they welcome her into the awkward hug with one outstretched foreleg each.
It lasts less than a minute, and Celestia has regained her composure in that short time frame, her face a mask of stone once more. Without another word, she canters to her room, Luna following shortly after. I remain still, watching how Ivory and Ebony cry without making a sound. It is heartwrenching, to see the parents I never knew I had cry over me, but I can not do anything. It is just a memory. After a few minutes, the sisters return, patched saddlebags around their necks.
"I'm sorry," Celestia speaks, her voice clear and void of any emotion. "I love you. I hope to see you in the future." Her parents nod, and, as the sisters fly out the door without a second glance, the only thing they do is wave weakly. It is the only thing they can do.
With a speed she had not demonstrated before, Celestia propels herself towards the boundary between the Earth pony and the Pegasus kingdoms, Luna struggling to keep up and me flying easily in pace with her. She knows Luna is too far behind, her sadness taking over her physical abilities, so, high in the sky where no one can see, Celestia lets a single, pure tear fall from her eye. She is a master at hiding her emotions from others, but that does not mean she is apathetic. Her feelings are too strong for her, but she simply releases her pent up stress on her wings, forcing them to work themselves to their limit.
She reaches the borderline in record time, her wings aching, as she pants heavily, immediately proceeding to pace with anxiety as she waits for her sister to catch up and for Discord to arrive. As she paces, she whispers to no one but herself.
"What am I getting myself into?" she asks herself in a meek voice, shaking her head at her own humility. Luckily, she does not have to worry too long, and Luna lands on the ground beside her older sister, her eyes wide but her brows lowered.
"Celestia, what is the matter with you?" Luna demands, showing a side Celestia had never seen before, a side of rashness and defiance. She and I both are shocked., but Celestia hides it well. "Why would you just leave me like that? I thought you cared about me." Luna turns away. Celestia, motherly instinct kicking in, moves to her side, draping a wing over her sister's neck.
"I do care about you, Luna, I promise. Don't ever think otherwise," she whispers, refusing to reveal her reasoning for abandoning her sister. At that, a huge gust of wind blows over the sisters, sending them into a fit of panic before they realize what is happening. Discord drops to the ground, his wings already folded to his sides and his knees absorbing the entire impact of his fall. He appears confused—concerned, even—, but he wisely remains quiet about the topic.
"Are you ready to start a new life?" Discord asks immediately, his expression proving he is still skeptical. Celestia narrows her eyes, stepping towards him and raising her head high.
"Yes, I am ready," she announces, stomping one hoof on the frozen ground. "Don't doubt me. I'm not the weak filly I used to be, and you know that better than anyone." He smiles grimly at that, nodding as he accepts the truth.
"I know," he replies softly, his voice causing Celestia's anger to melt. "I just worry that you're making a rash decision." Softly, she nudges him with her knee.
"I'm not. I'm ready to do this. I need to do this. I feel like nothing will get better while we're here," she admits, bowing her head a fraction of an inch. After taking a deep breath, she lifts her head, her confidence reappearing. "Never mind that. We need to move. It's going to get too cold for us soon." Discord, his eyes almost sorrowful, spreads his wings in response.
"Right, follow me," he orders, lifting off the ground and waiting for the others to follow suit. "I have a place in mind. It's past the far edge of the unicorn kingdom, and it's uninhabited. I checked with my parents to make sure. We don't have much time. We have to fly fast. You up to the challenge?" He directs this last question at Celestia, staring into her eyes with a twinkle in his. She grins slyly, the last of her misery disappearing so it rested at the back of her mind.
"You just better hope you can keep up," she taunts, shooting off into the sky immediately, her mane flowing freely in the wind. Discord laughs merrily, speeding after her as he spirals in the air. Luna waits a moment, her eyes narrow for the briefest of seconds before she blinks and shakes her head, bringing back her expression of innocence. In a fit of panic, she frantically flaps her wings, desperate to catch up to Celestia and Discord who were already mere specks in the distance.
I follow, keeping a slow pace, a pace even slower than Luna. The new side of Luna scares me, not because I had never seen anything like it—I remember when she transformed into Nightmare Moon—but because she was so young. My memory of her has always seemed so much later, when I had been full grown and she had only a few more years left to grow. I guess I was wrong, about a lot of things.
This running away business disturbs me; I cannot believe I would have abandoned my people. I had imagined Celestia would have backed out, but she seems so cold now, so emotionless. It scares me more than I can ever express in words.
As I follow the group, keeping a close eye on Luna, I wonder what will happen in the near future. How will Celestia and Luna become the leaders of the new land of Equestria when they are not there to help the tribes find harmony?
The only way I can find out the answer to my questions—all of them—is to watch. I just hope that, by the time my adventure here ends, I will have learned the source of my problems in the modern world. If I do not, I fear the pain that is being expelled from and hidden in the young alicorns will only worsen my situation. It is not being selfish; what I am watching is simply a memory. I cannot feel sympathetic for something that I cannot change, something that has happened two thousand years before the current time, and something that I could no longer consciously remember.
Even so, everything I have experienced so far has made my spirits plummet. None of the horrors I have been recorded in history for facing have happened yet. I simply fear how the situation can get worse, but I know it must do so in order for the present time, my time, to make any sense.
And I think that fact is what scares me the most.