The sun is brighter than she ever imagined.

When Luna returned, she came to Celestia first. Few words were said. Luna wanted revenge; Celestia accepted it.

She had never thought the sun to be so bright, so warm, so majestic.

So horrible.

Her plan is in motion. The Chosen Ones are on their way, searching for a power they already possess.

Celestia is well aware that they could very well fail. Luna might even kill them. Celestia would remain here forever, and she would welcome her fate.

Maybe then her heart would finally stop aching.

After

It was finally over.

After a thousand years, the Nightmare had returned. And thanks to the Chosen Ones, so had Luna.

Celestia knows she has no right to ask for forgiveness. What she had done to her was horrible. Despicable. Evil.

But she had spent a millennium waiting, trying to fill the hole Luna left in her heart with something, anything. But like square pegs in a circular hole, nothing would fill it.

Celestia asks, and for a moment, she is afraid.

Luna cries, and runs to her sister, and at long last, the Luna-shaped void is filled again.