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How Many Princesses Does It Take

by Georg

Chapter 2: Power Failure

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Celestia sat huddled over her desk amidst the warm darkness of her castle bedroom, with a pair of candles by her side providing the only light. There was a sense of urgency to her motions as she scribbled away on a note with a quill clenched between her rigid teeth and an intent gaze that never left her frantic writing for a moment.

Well, she was applying ink to the paper, but 'writing' was probably not a good description of her activity. 'Slowly turning her own coat into Princess Luna’s color by way of splatters' probably was more fitting. Her entire muzzle was ink-black with little rivulets of ink still dripping onto the table as she wrote, and several empty inkwells lay scattered nearby, with their contents having been poured into a water glass so that the Princess of the Sun could dunk her tightly-clenched and somewhat frazzled quill in without tipping it over. Again.

With a faint creaking of the door, Princess Luna proceeded slowly into the bedroom, casting a bright hornlight around herself as she paused for a moment to watch Celestia write in such an awkward fashion, then strode slowly up to her side.

"So..." said Luna, casting a long, evaluating look over Celestia's head, and in particular, her un-lit horn and limp pink mane. "Power's out again?"

"Fuse blew," said Celestia, somewhat muffled due to the quill in her teeth. "Didn't want to take a couple hours to go looking for a spare in the desk drawer downstairs. This is too important."

Luna giggled. "Fear not, sister of mine. I hath been careful to always carry a spare." With a glow of indigo magic, Luna removed a small metallic object from her mane and floated it over to the base of Celestia's horn. It only took a few moments to install, and the golden light of Celestia's magic filled the room once more, allowing her to spit out the dripping pen.

"Thanks, sis!" Celestia gave Luna a quick inky nuzzle across the neck and pulled another fresh quill out of a box with her restored magic.

"Think nothing of it." Luna scooped up a wad of tissues in her magic and started mopping at her damp neck before the ink could dry. "Although I have to ask. What's your hurry?"

"I just remembered I never told Twilight about alicorn fuses, and I wanted to get a letter to her before—"

A coil of dragonfire smoke curled up in front of Celestia's horn and resolved into a wadded-up mess of sodden parchment, dripping with ink and embossed with a great number of exclamation marks. It plopped to the desk, slowly adding its own ink slick to the splatters and blobs of ink Celestia had already spilled, but quite clearly scribbled at the top of the crumpled sheet were three familiar words, although in an unfamiliar fashion.

Dear PrinccFsss Ce1azTja!!!!!

There was a long moment as both alicorns stared at the dripping piece of parchment, then a brief frustrated sigh as Princess Celestia turned to her sister. “Luna, do you think you could—”

"I'll leave you to your task," said Luna, sweeping gracefully out of the room. “Good luck!”

Author's Notes:

Inspired Kudzuhaiku’s post on the power being out at home.


(Seriously, I get inspiration from all kinds of things.)


Posted in honor of a thousand people up-thumbing this silly story. Thanks, guys!


(Now what in heck am I going to do if *two* thousand people upthumb it…)

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