You're probably wondering where the Hell I've been on this story. Well, Arguing with myself. They say it's the first sign of madness. I say it's the best one. Enjoy the chapter written by the boy who loves to hear himself talk!

Celestia closed her bedroom doors, locked them, and set binding spells on them that Discord couldn't break. She knew what was happening and that all she could do right now was wait. The injury was... severe, to say the least, but he would live... probably. The gift of the alicorns would kick in and restore his body to pristine condition, but how that would leave him mentally was yet to be seen. She would need time... so much time. But even more than that she would need to keep him safe while his body restored itself.

"Princess Diane Celestia why was I not told that he's her-"

"Shutup!" The ruler barked at Twilight. "I need to think."

The unicorn's jaw dropped. Never in all her time as the mighty alicorn's apprentice had she flat out told her to shutup. The command held all the authority of a cracking whip, sharp, reinforcing the will to obey. While the unicorn stood dazed, Celestia's  mind raced at a mile a minute, carving out so many scenarios that might happen, good bad and the worst. Sadly, she knew that Seamus was probably not going to make it out with his memory intact. He would either be a spitting mad nutter or a dazed, innocent but confused foal. No in between, just those two options.

"Gather your friends, tell them... come here and guard this room with their lives. Nothing gets in or out unless it is me or my own personally assigned guards. Anypony else, kill them. I am not one to take such drastic measures under soft circumstances, this isn't any sort of soft circumstance. This is life and death for Seamus. Nothing leaves or gets into that room besides me, you and that boy. Understood?"

Twilight reeled; this was a part of Celestia she had never seen before, this was the Celestia the country feared, the hard edged warrior face of the great ruler. This was the mighty Celestia who had destroyed half a million miles of land for her people and settled it, nurtured the country with her firm, iron hoof.

So the mare nodded, feeling as if she had the best job in the world. Keep the most precious living being alive safe. Seamus was the third alicorn, and nothing in the universe could change that. Celestia began to walk away, but stopped and turned back to Twilight, an unnatural gleam in her eye.

"You... you can go in. Just do not touch him at all. It will be the death of him. Now... I will give you one more job, it is a job I wouldn't entrust to anypony else. His mind is rebuilding, but in the wrong order. His memories, his past is happening now, he is living it. If you can do one thing more, shepherd him through his memories and make sure he retains his sanity. It will be all he has left once he wakes up. Don't touch him, just guide him and be there for him. Good luck."

Twilight stood in front of the bed, sweating and trembling like a leaf in the harsh winter wind. This was... awful. Half of Seamus' skull was torn off, small edges of magic were creeping along the edges, repairing the wound. That was a wound that would have killed any other living thing besides an alicorn. So his entire brain was repairing itself, resetting. Purging.

"Wait a minute..." Twilight said to herself. "That doesn't make sense. His memories wouldn't-"

Suddenly it made sense, it all made perfect, absolute sense. She was the pony the princess trusted to guard him. She had said she would be there for a long, long time. She had told her that this was going to be a long process. And then it clicked. The doors slammed shut with a bang and locked, impossible to open. The windows were covered by slabs of concrete and every entryway to the room was barred. Nothing was getting in or out. She would be stuck there with him until he woke up. Nothing would get in or out. Not even air, she would have to produce her own. Sadly, it was going to be a few months before anypony opened the doors to that room. And during that few months, she decided to go poking around in Seamus' head.

What she found was that the Princess had lied. His memory wasn't repairing itself, it was doing the opposite. In order to keep him from diving deeper into his depression,  Celestia had set a curse on him that would erase all of his memories. Everything, Sky, Melody, Jakben, all of it. She could raise him to be how she wanted and there was nothing even Twilight could do. Well, almost nothing. In a few places where the memory was strong enough, she could save it from being burned like the rest. It was a long, painstaking process, but having nothing else to do and months to get it done, Twilight got it done post haste.

With nothing else to do she decided she would live a bit in his past, looking at his memories with Sky. It was so sad, seeing him die after sharing all those wonderful moments with him. Eventually she had to pull back to her own body and recuperate, having been traumatized herself from living that foul, untimely death. Dust settled on the room, and Twilight decided that she would put herself to sleep until somepony came to get her. Who she got was the last pony she wanted to see, the pony that she had trusted. The pony that had trapped her in this room for months on end.

"I'm so sorry." Celestia whispered. "I needed a protector and a pony who would preserve his most important memories."

"Why didn't you just do it yourself!"

"Because I... I would have restored it all... and he would have suffered even more. I had to make sure that only... only a few memories were preserved. Just... forgive me."

Twilight just shook her head and walked out, eager to see the light of day again.

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