A/N: As I said, chapters 3 to now will be linear, but after this, I'm not sure how it will play out. For those of you that know what Parthenogenesis is, you have an idea of what's going to happen in this chapter. For those of you that don't, this will be a nice surprise.

Now to answer the review(s)-

The Midniyt Stalker: I know my chapters can be short, but this way, I can post almost everyday (When I'm not otherwise indisposed). But this chapter, due to what's going to happen in it, will be slightly longer, depending on how fast Twilight's thoughts travel (Now that I think about it, this may be the shortest chapter yet, barely scratching the 1000 word requirement for upload, because of how fast Twilight thinks and acts). In addition, I'm glad you like the story, thanks for the compliment.

Raindrop Splash: Sorry for the two day wait on this chapter, but, well, the end note will tell why it took me so long. And Pinkie will come back into the story in chapter 7. I know that much. And I think you'll like what happens to Twilight.

NOTE: I do not own MLP or most of the characters used within (Adam & Eve are mine, see chapter 3) All other characters are the property of Lauren Faust and Hasbro (Until I buy the biggest share of the company)

Wow, this was a long author's note, but here's the story.

And so we go

PARTHENOGENESIS

After Luna left, Twilight's thoughts traveled back to a time before she was a Princess, back when she still had Celestia to talk to.

"Oh, how I miss you, Celestia," Twilight said to the empty room, sadness in her voice, "I miss always having someone who I could talk to about anything, and, even though you weren't always the most talkative, you were the best listener. I wish you were still here, even though I know that you had to die. But someday, you will return, and I can't wait. Maybe next time you'll be a better princess, and actually pay attention to your subjects. What do you think? Can you do that?"

Twilight waited for a response. When none were forthcoming, she fell to the floor, gentle sobs shaking her body. "Why did you have to be so oblivious?" she asked between sobs, "If only you had paid attention more, then this would never have happened. You'd still be here, we wouldn't be at 'war' with Gryphonia, and I wouldn't be crying on the floor here. I'd be standing at your left hoof, with Luna at your right, watching as you ruled Equestria, learning from you. And I'd still be free to research ancient and forgotten magics, long since lost to all but the oldest books."

Twilight perked up at her last words. "OF COURSE! I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier! The book I found in the restricted section, the one that explained the magic of Immortality, oh, what was it called? SPIKE!"

Spike poked his head through the door, "Yes, Twilight?"

"Do you remember the book I was reading a couple months ago? What was it called, The Flec, no that's not it. Was it the Mec…? No, that's not right either."

"Do you mean the Necronomicon Equus?" Spike asked, a puzzled look on his face. Why Twilight would ever want that book again was beyond him. It was beyond creepy. The cover looked and felt suspiciously like a pony's skin.

"YES! That's the one. Can you bring it here please? On second thought, just send it on your fireline. I know you don't like touching it," Twilight said, noticing the look on Spike's face.

"Can do, Twilight," Spike said, "Can I get a Restricted Access Pass? The librarian said he won't let me in next time if I don't have a pass, and frankly, he creeps me out almost as much as the book, so I'd rather not deal with him again."

"Here you go Spike," Twilight said as she filled out the form and handed it to Spike, "And I don't see why you don't like Shattered Silence. He seems perfectly normal to me."

Spike quickly took the pass, eager to get this over with, "You should get the book in a couple minutes."

"Thanks Spike!" Twilight yelled after the running dragon, before closing the door to her quarters. She turned to her Isolation Room, a room she had magically remade with the specific purpose of containing magic, for when she was practicing dangerous spells, and started preparing the magical runes and wards she would need, all memorized from the Necronomicon Equus. By the time she was finished, Twilight felt a pulse of magic on the edge of her conscience, signaling that Spike had found and sent the book she had asked for. With barely a thought, Twilight used her magic to pull the book back into Equestria from whatever world dragon fire sent things. She was mildly curious about what that world, if it was a world, was like, but that was an experiment for another time.

Levitating the Necronomicon in front of her, Twilight flipped through the pages, looking for one she had seen when she had first read it. She was turning the pages so fast that she almost missed the one she was looking for. Written on this page was a spell for finding and bringing a soul into an object of the caster's choosing. The magical formulae were complex, almost too difficult for even Twilight to understand. Almost. She concentrated her magic, making the necessary changes to her technique as needed. This was no beginner's spell, that was for sure.

As Twilight neared the end of her casting, her magic suddenly fizzled out. But she didn't get mad or throw a fit, like most Unicorns did when a spell failed. No, Twilight had more patience than that; she knew that spells failed sometimes, no matter how perfectly cast. With that in mind, she stepped away from where she was standing when she attempted the spell, and cast a much simpler one, designed to show the caster what had happened in a room in the last few minutes. Twilight watched herself as she cast the spell, looking for anything that may have caused it to fail.

As she watched, Twilight noted that her front right hoof was maybe half an inch off, and though that may not seem like much, magic is a very exact art, much like engineering or construction. A single mistake can cause the death of not just the caster, but also of everypony in a certain amount of space around the caster. So, while the Forensic Spell was still in effect, Twilight used her magic to mark the exact area her hoof had to be in.

After the Forensic Spell wore off, Twilight stepped back into position and began casting the Phylactery spell again, making extra sure that her hoof was in the right position. There could be no mistake this time. Twilight finished the spell and used her magic to 'watch' as Celestia's soul traveled towards her, while her physical body looked at the clock on the wall. 3 A.M.. She had been in this room for 6 hours. But now, Twilight barely noticed the exhaustion as the soul of her oldest friend and teacher approached her.

Suddenly, Celestia's soul disappeared from Twilight's magical view, leaving the Princess of Magic completely confused. She performed a soul scan spell over the entire room, but she couldn't understand the results. The spell was detecting two souls, right where she was standing. This couldn't be possible, unless…

Twilight then felt something she had never felt before, but had heard described by Mrs. Cake, when she had been carrying Pound and Pumpkin. This feeling, it was pregnancy, but how would she explain this to her friends? To Luna? How could she tell them that she was carrying the Solar Princess, when she had never even been with a stallion?

Twilight's mental cry could have been heard all across the world if she had wished it, but she only wanted one Mare to hear it, "HELP!"

A/N: Sorry I took so long to get this chapter out, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect (Not to mention I kept getting distracted. First it was the Hobbit, then it was Minecraft, and then World of Warcraft (I'm thinking about writing a WoW/MLP Crossover.)) I know I suck for taking so long to post this. But the next chapter should be out tomorrow, and I will be in it. It's already planned, I know how the chapter's gonna go, so it shouldn't take too long to type out. See you all then.