What are My Parents like?
They Exist. There is no more precise and direct way to put it. It's like I was just a fantasy in the face of a real pony in their presence. Mother Is the Perfect Existence or said another way the Perfect Empathy. Father Is The Perfect Reality or looked at another way the Perfect Wisdom.
Mother was white. Father was black. Neither were wicked or cruel. Nor were they indifferent or cold. To look at them, was to look at a window into a whole reality unto themselves. When their wings opened, they stretched from one end of the Their domain to the other. Their wings touching and overlapped was true divinity. My Mother's horn and my Father's were each circled by set of tiny horns that reminded me almost of a crown.
Father was logical and rational, but there was nothing machine like about him, nor was he rigid or callous. No sapient life, or potentially sapient life, was insignificant to My Father. To know Him, is to know you are.
Countless Stars shined within My Father, endless possibilities, to look at you him, to be within him, you'd have never been so free.
My mother, oh My Mother, she was wonderful, she was simply beautiful, there is no way to describe the light that shined from her in a term you can comprehend Twilight other than LIFE. I know you ponies like to think of the spirit world as the land of the dead, but spirits have a life all their own!
Oh, I didn't mean to cry. I- I'm sorry Twilight, it's just been so long since I've seen Them.
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Starlight landed on the nearby cloud as Twilight and Spike arrived, looking apprehensive. The dragon towered over her by now, and magic all but poured off the alicorn. They had just come from a fight in the present, and a fight with Starlight before, and they looked ready to turn this loop into quite the battle. However, they were given pause by Starlight's approach.
"I'm...I'm going to lose."
"That's right, you're going to lose."
"No, I mean...I'm going to lose now."
"What do you mean?"
"My spell, Twilight. My anti-aging spell is failing. I can't hold it much longer."
"Oh. Oh..." Now that she looked, she could see a few threads of gray mixed in with Starlight's mane.
"This is it then; you finally get what you want. Was it worth it?"
"For my friends? For the world? Yes, it was. Are you going to try to stop the race this time?"
"...No, I'm...I'm done."
"Was it worth it?"
"You asked me, now I'm asking you. Was all of this worth it? Keeping us here, going through these loops for hundreds of years? Was it worth it?"
Starlight shook, the emotion she'd been holding back pouring down her cheeks. "...no." Twilight waited; she continued. "I thought it would feel good; I...I've gotten as much revenge as I could get, and yet it...I spent hundreds of years, and what do I have to show for it? This...this was my entire life, and now it's...it's all come to nothing. I couldn't beat you. I couldn't win. And now I'm going to...to..."
Twilight stood as impassively as she could, made easier as her own feelings warred within her. Anticipation and regret, sadness and hope, it was too much for her to let out, not now.
"Twilight...I'm scared." Starlight took a tentative step forward.
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