>Daybreaker made no move when Luna magically tore the throne room doors off their hinges and threw them at the throne
>She made no move as Luna magically bound her
>She made no move as she saw the Elements begin to circle her, mirroring how Celestia used them all those centuries ago
>She simply closed her eyes as she felt her body being torn from Equestria and magically sealed within the sun
>When they finally landed, Daybreaker tore herself away from her goody four-shoed counterpart who had forced the two into paralysis
>Celestia made no move as Daybreaker attempted to beat her with her hooves or when she attempted to blast her with a spell
>She simply looked back at her home
>As memories flooded her mind she started to feel tears form
>Memories of raising Twilight like the daughter she never had
>Reuniting with Luna
>Meeting Anon, her gallant knight from another world, and how she slowly but irrevocably feel for him
>The countless sleepless nights she spent simply watching his chest rise and fall
>Seeing the near imperceptible pulse of one of his heart's arteries pumping again and again
>A pumping that would eventually stop
>She had to remember it all
>Every moment of his life, even if she had to lose a few nights of her own
>Then she came
>With whispers of things so sweet, of a perfect world
>Where his beating heart would never stop
>Celestia refused to fall for a lure so false
>It was like a hook with no bait
>Then one morning she found the strangest of things
>A leather book, charred black, like it would turn to ash at the lightest touch, but was stronger than any stone or metal
>A book that only she could see
>Celestia desperately wished she'd never opened it
>She berated herself over and over again, as if her self-flagellating would reach through time and stop her back then
>In the book, was a spell
>One that would grant Anon the same immortality that she and her sister shared
>A feat thought impossible
>But it was true, the arcane calculations were perfect
>The harmonic convergence of runes were in perfect synchronization
>But it was incomplete, and she wasn't learned enough to complete them
>She could have gained the proper knowledge, over several lifetimes of study
>But by then it would be worthless to her
>For so many days and nights that sickly sweet voice kept promising her
>Over and over again it reminded her of what could be if she just relinquished control for an iota of time
>It broke her heart, but she remained stalwart in her defiance, her mind iron-clad, if not creaking ever so slightly at the thought
>Then
>The straw that broke her back
>A new spell, in the same book, with the same arcane perfection, in the same sinister calligraphy
>A spell that would allow interspecies coupling
>She was driven mad by desire, and felt like she had no strength left
>But when her sun was going dim
>He came
>Her husband could always tell when she needed him
>But this time he had no clever remarks, no witty guesses at what troubled her mind
>He simply pulled her close, and held her tight, like she were smoke and his arms were all that held her together
>Thinking back on it, as the solar corona licked her hooves, that wasn't too far from the truth
>Celestia broke, and fell into him, letting her sadness and weakness wrack her body with sobs and tears
>Eventually though, her tears ran dry and she became too tired to sob
>As she slowly fell into Luna's realm she felt him cradle her and carry her to their bed
>But as he placed her down, and brushed aside her mane, she felt it
>A wrinkle
>Prominent and deep
>How long had they been together
>All she could remember after that was fire
>Fire, and screams
>The fire that shot from her very core and melted the stone foundations of her home
>The screams of her dear pupil, and sister to stop and regain herself
>The screams of the night guard who flew to strike her down, as her day guard, bless their souls, could not bring themselves too
>Finally, their were his screams
>The screams of her most trusted soldier
>The screams of her devoted husband
>The screams that nearly shook Canterlot off the mountain as he cleaved a vicious path through those who would see her harmed
>Even through the haze of her memory, when all was smoke and fire she could remember him
>How he looked at Daybreaker, saw through the madness and fire, and saw her
>He didn't know why or how, his face twisted in confusion
>But not in betrayal
>Even as she threatened to burn down their home he still saw his wife
>Sadly, she was all too aware of what he was willing to do to keep her safe
>For three nights and days he fended off any who approached the high court where Daybreaker sat, reveling in her mirth and triumph
>He stacked the bodies like sandbags
>Diverted the molten stone to create a moat
>Daybreaker's magic never touched his body or mind
>He simply refused to move
>His stalwart loyalty almost caused Celestia to chuckle, as she recalled him telling her how he'd "be by her side, even when Canterlot fell off the mountain"
>Eventually though, Equestria had to be put first, and her sister took up the task
>Her attempted assaults on Anon's mind proved fruitless, her attempts to dissuade him nearly cost her a wing
>But she conquered him by sword with ease
>Not that he did not give as good as he got
>A clear vision of her beloved younger sister breached Celestia's mind, one eye sealed shut by the blood running down from her head
>The limp in her gait, and gash in her side
>All these images stabbed Celestia's heart and mind, over and over
>Looking past her sister she saw Anon, motionless behind the door he'd defended for so long
>Propped up by the spear impaled through his shoulder
>In that moment Celestia felt all her rage and despair surge into her horn, and she focused the magic onto herself
>Rooting her, and Daybreaker in place
>Damning them both to their solar prison
>Her only wishes, were for Anon's name to be forgiven, and for her sister to stay safe
>As the memories cleared and her tears turned to steam Celestia was abruptly pulled back to her new reality by a shriek most vile
>Feeling her anger swell once more she turned on her demonic counterpart and focused whatever magic she had left squarely on her
>With a horrified scream that was cut off before it could leave Daybreaker's lips, the spectre dissipated
>She'd reform, in time
>But it would give Celestia a few centuries of silence
>Perhaps she'd dream

>Back in Canterlot, the deed had been done, and the declarations had been made
>Celestia had been banished and Luna would reign as sole-monarch for the foreseeable future
>In this moment, Luna desperately hoped she was weaker than her sister
>Hoping that the spell would bind Celestia for a century or two less than it had bound her
>There would be no accurate way to predict, until the first cracks in the arcane seal began to form
>Luna pondered this new era that was fast approaching
>She'd have to takeover Day Court
>Reestablish herself with the noble houses
>Integrate her night guard with the day guard
>Ensure her night guard did not antagonise the day guard for their refusal to fight Daybreaker
>That's untrue, no one fought Daybreaker, not even her, Anon was the singular obstacle
>She'd also have to make addendums to Anon's role in this
>Assuage the fear of the general public
>Then she'd have to rebuild the mostly melted Canterlot
>Either that or relocate the capital entirely
"Thou hast left us in a state of discord and unrest that hasn't been seen since before the unification dear brother"
>She received no answer
>She never received an answer
>Not anymore
>Only silence
>The same silence that had permeated her very being since she banished her sister 15 days ago
>She knew Twilight and Cadance were undoubtedly doing their best to keep the clamoring public and nobles away
>She spat at the thought of the trivial, mundane problems they'd bring to her "Vultures and vermin the lot"
>Even as her anger swiftly rose her despair rose all the swifter
>She had not just lost a sister today
>But a brother as well
>Both felled by her own hoof
>Celestia would return, shaken, but intact and most likely scorned by her subjects upon her return
>Luna wasn't sure if her sister's other half would fare as well
>After she had completed the sealing ritual, Luna had rushed back to Anonymous' side
>Her spear had not torn any organ tissue, or split any artery
>Her only intention was to restrain him
>A quick scan showed that he was alive, but dying quickly
>With everything in ruin, and the royal staff scattered, Luna turned to the only spell she could think of to aid her in this situation
>A harmonic petrification
>The same spell that sealed Discord
>Luna had no doubt in her mind that her grievous misuse of the elements had cut her off from them for good
>But at least they were merciful enough to give her a chance to save her family
>Before a mob could rise, she pulled Anon into the depth of the Canterlot mountain
>If Discord's release had shown anything, an extreme outburst of emotional turmoil could undo the binding
>An angry mob's passive mana output would surely sync with Anon's frozen emotional state and free him
>So he had to be sealed far away from prying eyes
>She only wished she could make him more comfortable
>His stone visage made for a sight most grim
>Face twisted in rage and determination
>Sword held high as if to bring it down with enough force to split the earth
>Shoulder impaled cleanly with a spear equal to him in size
>Blood stains clearly visible, even as stone
>Luna's only wish, was that she may be spared a few moments each day to visit him
>With a sorrowful sniffle, one most unbecoming of a monarch, the moon princess rose from the stone cold floor, hooves shaking, and head held low
>A new era was beginning, undoubtedly with Twilight and her niece to help her, yet she never felt more alone