Days were long, time was forever. At least things were never changing in to which my kingdom is to be run. By myself and my dearest sister who's just only returned to me a few years ago. A delightful time for me to be reunited with my only living family as my parents have died in combat to protect the future of their kind.

I couldn't find myself to be happy anymore. I had lost my final student as she graduated to become one of six of the most powerful tool Equestia had to defend itself. I could tell Luna was worried when I had found out that neither of us could bare a foal of our own. The process would destroy the Zygote before the first month ended. I had only but magic to blame, and it was my own.

My room was were I could only find myself to be into tears because of this fact, but 'twus only a fear that was proven to be true which only caused my suffering to worsen. A fear any female would have in the back of their minds to not bare a child of their own, to pass down themselves to another and so on...The feeling was like being around death, and I had known that feeling, spoke to Chrone himself a few times. However that was a story for another time, and I am left again inside of my room, protected by countless safeguards not even Discord could bend the rules of reality to pass through to check on my condition.

My mind was also blocked, when I dreamed, I felt my sister trying to push through my mental blocks by force to speak to me, but I had always managed to push her away. Pushing everypony away was all I had felt like doing. I had not wanted my subjects to see my tormented, and depressed state. I was a model, a symbol of hope and harmony whenever they looked to Canterlot. They spoke with my name in their everyday language such as "Sweet Celestia" ,or "Oh my Celestia!", this only lead me to think more about them to how they saw me.

I was a princess of a kingdom, a diarch who ruled with her sister, and a teacher to a many but truly only one, her name was Twilight Sparkle, who was in fact able to bare a child as even her eggs were infused with her magic, covering it in a protective shield from the magical radiation her body gave off. She was the embodiment of magic, and was a unicorn to begin with, as I was born as an alicorn with no natural way to bare a child. My parents were the the creators of the universe, laws that dictated everypony else didn't apply to them.

While I made my way back to my chambers with a pair of guards following close behind, I heard a suffering cry, one that made me want to tear up. Somepony had left a child abandoned. I looked to my guards frowning at each of them.

"Do you hear something crying?" I had asked softly.

"No princess, I don't."

"Neither do I, sorry, how do you hear something crying?"

"Inform my sister that there is an issue." I said looking at the unicorn guard to my left. "I need you to search the castle for any abandoned pony."

"Princess, we don't hear anything crying. Perhaps you are just tired?"

The crying had whispered away, and soon vanished. I shook my head, rubbing it gently with a nod. "Maybe you are right Hammer." I rubbed my eyes, and opened the doors to my chambers. "I retract my statement sirs, have a good night, and inform my sister instead that it is her time to raise the moon for another beautiful night."

"Pleasant dreams Princess Celestia."

"And you." I nodded, closing my door gently.

I stepped inside only to fall onto my bed, wetting it with my own tears. The prospect of putting on a smile as a false statement to my true emotions were taking much of my strength. And I did this every night that I knew I would never have a child to call my own, never would such a thing happen. Immortals weren't supposed to have children I suppose, Chrone told me immortal souls are costly, and drives most insane, he saw many gods fall. I however was not a god, but to live until the sun burns everything. Then, when everything would be over, and I could sleep.

        I've tried committing suicide when I was much, much younger, when I banished my sister I had remembered I would only wake up in my bed.

        My pillow began to feel very damp from my sorrowful tears, and my head began to pound like somepony was banging a hammer over my skull as if it were an anvil. I doubt I'd make a good plate to make a sword when I can't even bare a child.

        Standing from my bed, I walked over to a portrait of my parents. My mother a tall white alicorn who had beautiful strawberry red mane, and my father was a bit taller, a huge set of wings and a horn placed atop his blue coat. His mane was a deep black color with specks of white dots running down his mane.

        "Mother...father...please...why would you make me female when you would know I would want a child?" I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. I knew they could hear me, wherever I spoke to this picture of them, I felt a heavy feeling in my chest, like I was being pushed under their great power. "Please...answer my cries, or do you wish to see me suffer? Do you like seeing me cry!? Do you enjoy that I will suffer until my death, knowing full and well I will never bare a child!?!? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" I turned away from them, huffing as I fell back onto my bed.

       So I laid there for sometime, asleep in my own land to further cry my sorrows. I am not one to stick to devastation, but I had no way to pass on what I had to offer. I've been through dozens of unicorn and earth pony stallions, each with their own mating abilities, yet it seemed as though I had not what female unicorns had. My poor children would burn before they were even moving, to think of how many little unborn foals crying in the summerlands because they could not live. It was my fault they couldn't.

"Wwaaaaaaa! W-wwaaaaa!"

        There were those cries again, my ears shot up with the rest of my body. I opened the balcony doors, and the crying was louder, coming from the garden. I took fight, the full moon tonight shone a brilliant orange as it was the harvest moon, and helped me see a little more clearly.

        The crying was more distinct now, and as I landed, I felt myself driven forward. The crying was out of distress, and I felt my heart jump forward. I did too, right through a bubble that was keeping it from being seen, and there it was.

        Crying in front of me was what looked like a hairless baby ape with just a little bit of red hair on top of its head. Over its stomach was a card, and I picked it up with my magic. To my surprise it said:

No, we don't~

I nearly dropped the note from my magical hold as I gasped, looking down at the baby who looked much like an ape. My heart began to flutter, and I began to cry. I fell to the side, holding the child in my hooves, crying that I had what I always, truly wanted. My parents weren't the ones to give me such wonderful blessings as this child. They were always quiet, and never meddled in the affairs of Equestia as I had demanded of them.

However, this one time, I had asked them without asking to have a child of my own. No it was not a pony, no it might not be from this world, and no it may not even be truly mine. But I was desperate, adopting was too much of a hassle, and would've caused too much unwanted attention, not to mention the rumors. I know I am not the one to say this as I have tasted power and been in royalty all of my life, but if I had adopted a foal, they would be much like how my nephew Blueblood. His heart was cold as winter stone, and he was greedy, he was also a bit of a prick.

"Oh my little one...what shall I name you?" I sniffed happily, a small smile growing onto my face. The baby had stopped crying the moment I had began to hold it. I saw it was clearly male as its little stallion hood poked out without a sheath. Pondering of a suitable name for him, I had thought about where I was born. The summerlands is where my soul was created, and where I had lived until I was sixteen. Another name I had heard these lands be called by other nations was, Zion..."Yes...Zion will do for you....Zion Everfree." Next Chapter: Chapter 2 : Hard Explanations Estimated time remaining: 32 Minutes