On the Seventh day of ‘Warmings eve, My silver gave to me…
Seven Scars reopened

Six Silver’s Screaming!

Five Luna’s Smirking

Four Tender Moments

Three Memories

Two Heartwarming stories

And Some Much needed Company~!

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The two alicorns stood on opisit sides of the study, there was about ten pases between them, might as well have been ten thousand. The two alicorns had locked eyes, and neither wanted to back down, too many mistakes, too many wounds never sealed to risk losing even a simple staring contest.

Hope blinked first.

“...Sunn-...Princess Celestia...it is nice to see you again.” Hope bowed his head slightly, wincing at his slip up, he could see that from the second he messed up celestia’s surprise had turned to a cold anger.

To his surprise, instead of attacking him, celestia simply stood tall, a bit too tall though, her legs too streight and head to arched. A clasic sign of hidding ones real feeling. “...I wish I could say the same to you Warmonger Hope of Alicornia.” Hope winced once again, she didn’t even hesitate, why did he expect her to hesitate?

He stood tall, trying to keep up with Celestia’s farcade of calm. “I...would it be out of line for me to inquire how you have been? It has been more then a Millenium since I last layed my wery eyes on you?”

“Yes, yes it would be.” The responce was quck, concise.

Cold.

Hope bit his lip, he knew she woulden’t be easy to reason with, he KNEW she would react like this.

He just didn’t relize how much it would hurt.

Still though, hope kept his head up, his warmonger training kicking in, if he could surivive combat with pure darkness incarnate then he could survive this damn it.

“...ah...well then I supose I may as well get right to business.” Hope took a deep breath.

“I found it.” Celestia stopped, stopped moving, stopped glaring...stopped breathing.

“...you mean?” Celestia started, her calm cold demeanor shattered, Hope nodded quickly.

“Yes, the Cristal Soul...the talasman of hate, the artifact designed to take the raw hate out of the world and prossess it so the cristal heart may release it as love.” Hope rambled on, hoping to keep her in this moment of weakness, so that he could see HER...not the farcade she put up.

Celestia stood there, her legs shook slightly, years of hidding her emotions doing nothing to stop it, her breath grew ragged.

“Why?” Celestia spoke between gasps.

Hope looked down, not being able to meet her eyes. he continued. “I...in the easturn badlands, the changlings there have become corrupt, at first I suspected the darkness, but it appears they found the artifact and corrupted it on their own...I...I felt it only right to inform you of it.”

“You know that isn’t what I meant” Hope shook his head at Celestia, a silent plee for her to speak no more.

“I...Celestia, I...I need to...damn it...the artifact...it is our responcibility...our DUTY to deal with it.” Hope relized his poor choice of words a second too late “...I-I-I mea-” He drew back as celestia’s weakness turned to an angered rage.

“IT IS ALWAYS ABOUT DUTY WITH YOU IS IT NOT?” Celestia got right in front of Hope, practically breathing right into his face, they stood at eye level, with hope being ever so slightly taller.

“...you...you KNOW Celestia that that is not what I meant.” She scoffed at him turning and storming across the room.

“Yes, OH yes, I know exactly what you mean Hope, you are just the perfect little warmonger arn’t you? Wind you up and march you straight to battle! Doing your job without question! WHO NEEDS EMOTIONS WHEN EVERYTHING YOU DO BENEFITS THE GLORIOUS ALICORNS OF ALICORNIA!” Celestia practly spat out the name of his former home. Hope had had enough, his voice shook as he rased his own voice. She would not insult his home, his BROTHERS.

“YES, Because you TOTTALY never benefited from us Warmongers doing our duty, its not like you lived in the lap of luxry with the damned BENIFIT of being able to question us!” Hope spoke his hidden anger bubbling to the surface.

“HAH! Yes because its not like us flying around, taking whatever we needed from the mortals ever made THEIR lives worse and if it did, WHY WOULD WE CARE! They are just lesser beings, anti-alicorns i think i heard silver call them, who exist to server our every need!” Celestia snaped back, hope shook his head.

“What is it with you and these mortals Celestia?!? You are a GOD to them! You rase the SUN, you could dominate EVERY RACE if you wanted to! Yet you let them tie your hooves, you let them put in laws limiting your influence and power! DO YOU NOT SEE? They only take advantage of what you can give them!” Hope saw something snap in celestia’s eyes.

“WELL IT IS BETTER THEN WHAT WE DID TO THEM! WHAT YOU DID TO THEM! WHAT...what I did to them…” Celestia stopped yelling, and suddenly coulden’t meet his eye.

“You...when we found the cristal heart all those years ago...they were a happy bunch, sure, they were primitive...but they were so open and trusting, they knew of the horrible attrociteces our race inflicted on them...back before Alicornia was created...but they didn’t care. We were guests in their kingdom.” Celestia let a small smile touch her face.

“Their Cristal princess, such a kindly mare, wanting to use the heart to make life better for every mare, stallion...colt...filly...even us alicorns...she was afraid of attracting the darkness though, so I offered her our protection, that the Alicorns of alicornia would pledge to keep the heart safe so that its power may be used for good.” The smile on Celestia’s face died.

“But you...you coulden’t stand to go home to Alicornia with the job only half done...what would you say? The star Warmonger unable to finish a simple mission? In fact, my act of compation only made the sitiuation worse, isn’t that what you said in the report?” Hope’s face contorted, as if he was in phyiscal pain.

“we both know it was more complicated then that…” Celestia ignored him

“So you came up with the most BRILIANT of plans, didn’t you? The darkness was coming, you needed to keep the artifact safe, and you coulden’t move it or they would follow us home…” Celestia’s voice grew darker with each word, Hope stood strong, he woulden’t give her any more pleasure of seeing him suffer.

“...that briliant mage, oh so well timed in his aperence, he was far older then you and me, he had lived among mortals for so long, he had even learned something imposible, how to hide himself from the darkness, so that it would not be able to find him...very useful for an disgrased Alicorn who had his wings hacked off and was thrown from the side of Alicornia.” Celestia felt herself grown sick as she continued, but she could see that it was disterbing Hope just as much so she pushed on.

“It was a realy simple deal, he’d hide the heart from the darkness, keep it safe and sound...and in extange...all you had to do was kill one single mortal princess. That was all, then...he’d take the throne, and you could go home a hero.” Celestia looked at the Alicorn, her eyes burning with hate.

Hope looked up his eyes cold “I did what I had to do. And I would do it again if it happened.” Celestia shook her head.

“You...you just don’t understand do you? You are just like them all, it was Alicorns like YOU which caused the mortals to be fed up with us and TURN ON US.” Hope stood up, he would not be insulted like this.

“It was NOT the pathetic mortals who defeated us, it was our fallen brothers.” Celestia laughed in spite of the situation.

“No, thats what the school systems tell you, you know what the mortal archives tell me? The ones NOT filled with propaganda like ours? Our FALLEN BROTHERS, only managed to kill about a thousand alicorns. Not the four thousand that we claimed they did, what our fallen brothers DID do was show the mortals, that we are not above them, they may see us as gods, but WE ARE NOT.” Celestia shook her head, the same smile touching her face.

“Three thousand alicorns died to mortal blows, because they didn’t relize that the mort-...that MY little ponies are far stronger then you give them credit for.” Hope sighed, running a hoof through his mane, she was talking madness, she had spent far too much time with these mortals, he prayed to the soul of his fallen king that the same herstacy never touched his thoughts.

“Celestia...I know, I understand, that you feel guilty, you have every right to, I never said that the loss of life was something I enjoyed experiencing.” Celestia looked up at him, surpirse crossing her face, Hope relised he was getting through to her, he just had to keep pushing.

“Celestia, growing up, I had a dog, I loved that dog with all my might, it was a loyal dog, and it did everything to protect me, I played with it, I trained it, I learned things from that dog and it learned things from me…” He saw Celestia’s face change slightly, the slightest hint of sympathy...he had finaly found the right words, he could finaly make her see.

“One day...I was off on a mission to find a relic guarded by golems from the old days, my dog sniffed it out, but I got cocky and walked right into an ambush.” Hope looked into celestia eyes, he could see her nodding, a frown touched her face.

“...the golem came right at me, its blade held high to slice me in half...I had no time to react…Then my dog...my fatful dog, pushed me out of the way, and took the blow for himself.”
Hope saw tears in celestia’s eyes, and he relized he was crying as well. He had finally found the story that clicked, that they both had felt and knew.

The loss of a loved one.

“I was so...angry, I destoyed every golem, I let none even have a pepble to reform into...and I ran to my dog, I wanted to be there when he left this world, it only felt right…” Hope looked down and shook his head.

“I held my dog in my magic as the poisoned blade took its effect, I looked into its eyes and...and I realized something...that there was no spark...there was no moment where the light drained out of its eyes, I loved that dog and it loved me, but we were not the same thing. There was a hundred dog, and they could all love me, and I could train them all to be exactly like the one I lost. But I, I was different, I would never love a dog like the one I first lost, I could remember that pain, and I could let it go and move on. Celestia, these mortals...they are not like you and I, they cannot move mountans and shape history, they cannot change destiny! They are simple creatures Celestia, and though I understand why you fell in love with them...they will never have the capasity to be the same and the love you feel for them.” Hope finished, a smile on his face as he looked up to see the mare he knew from so long ago, the one who he could hug and laugh with and

“get out.”

Hope froze, he saw celestia’s eyes, her tears long since evaporated by the fire that now burned in her eyes, her teeth forced together, and her horn charged with magic.
“Sunny? wha-what did I say” Hope took a step back and gulped, he had messed up again, but he could fix this, he just needed to find the mistake and fix it, he could still do it.

“Get out of my castle, get out of my kingdom, and if you ever call me Sunny again I will show you what a sunny day looks like on the surface of the sun.” Hope winced, he didn’t undesrstand it, she and him conected again he felt it, he saw it!

“Why! I’m right and you know it!” Hope tried to take control of the situation, but failed when he quivered when the color of celestia’s mane begain to be replaced with what looked like flowing magma.

“I have but one thing to say to you, Shielded Hope...you may say that your dog was LESS then you, that he coulden’t feel the same thing you did, but the dog knew that when he threw himself in front of that blade that he would die. You say that you loved that dog as much as it loved you. But if it was your dog about to be killed, would you have jumped in front of that blade?

“..” Hope could only stare at Celestia, a hundred words trying to get out, but none of them worthy of the burning eyes that staired into his soul. Hope looked down.

“Think about that. My little ponies are hardy, independent and strong, and in a world that was build to destory US, they prospered. Yet, they cannot survive forever, because of what WE did, what WE set in motion, they have to suffer for our crimes, I dont care if I die defending a thousand ponies from a threat we created or just one, you may see it that because we came first WE are the superior ones...but we were destoryed by our own pride, and yet they were not. THEY survive in a world we fled because it was too dangerous.” Celestia took a deep breath as she returned to normal.

“We are the ones who are undeserving.” Hope looked at Celestia a conflict of confusion and sorrow.

“...is there any words I can say to change your mind” Hope spoke, pleading for a task, something, ANYTHING he could do to bring the mare he loved back.

“No” and with that, Celestia’s farcde returned, just as cold as when he first entered the room.

Hope stood back up, he didn’t even remember when during his pleading he had gotten down. “...Well then, I do not think that there is any more reason for me to be here, is there?” Hope said, his voice as cool as Celestia’s, he had spoken his peace.

“You can leave the files on the cristal soul on your way out.” Celestia turned around and walked back towards her desk. Hope sighed as he turned to walk towards the window to leave again.

He turned around one more time “...Celestia?”
Celestia didn’t even look up “Yes Hope?”

Hope bit his lip “Merry Hearths Warming...I think that is the one that is coming up, yes?”

Celestia’s gaze softened ever so slightly “Yes...that is the one, Merry Heath’s Warming Hope.”

Hope smiled ever so slightly, with a nod of his head, he sliped out the window. Leaving a file full of maps on the table by the window.

Celestia, walked behind the desk and sat down, going back to writing apologies to the different Nobles who attended the ball, she’d have to re-do this one to Fancy Pants though.

Somehow, it must have gotten snow on it and now it was all wet.

Author's Notes:

HEY everypony /)

i finally took your suggestions and got some more help with the fic. i tried to focus less on silver haze and more on celestia and hope + world building for this chapter to set up for the future where we return to silver and his adventures after the 12 days are done. i read some online tutorials for writing and now i’m back and ready to write better!!!!! Both Hope and Celestia are major antagonist for silver, so I decided to give them a bit more background to go on, just to make silver’s enimies a bit more sympathetic!!!!!

BYE EVERYPONY!