TwilightReRedesign-Flat

She remembers all at once what had occured the previous night. Or what had certainly felt like the previous night. From the sunlight streaming through the curtains there were really only two assumptions to make. Either she had succeeded and the world had returned to what it rightly should be. The dance between the sun and moon brought back to rights and the moon giving way to the dawning of the sun once again. The moon, the sky, the stars, the earth they all walked upon. There is no doubt in Twilight's mind that whatever scars they bore now would remain for millenia to come. Even if the outcome had in fact been the second of the two options and the one that Twilight would like to give the least consideration. The outcome that she had failed. That Queen Luna was still corrupted, still a NightMare, a Vampone or whatever term one would use for the creatures of myth that fed on the blood and flesh of their own kin. The second outcome that, either some unicorns took up the mantle once again of bringing forth the cycle of the celestial bodies and Queen Luna somehow wouldn't care, or doing so in secrecy if she did. Or the branching possibility that the Queen of the Moon and the Dreaming did, even in her madness, think of the ponies and the life of the world as as whole and took to moving the heveanly spheres herself across the tapestry above.Twilight remembered that unusually long night sure to be written in the history books as a historic event, right up until the last thing she had spoken to these tentative, newfound friends that she stood at the helm of. These mares that would so easily join her in battle. Even Fluttershy who she knew had to be quaking behind her, didn't shift to leave her as she would be well within her right to. That battle had not been her responsibility and yet they had all. . .They'd all rejoined her. Fought beside her. Helped with distractions even though they knew no combat magic."I know you want to help but unless any of you have been trained in combat magic by a goddess and haven't told me..." Noone had spoken up then. After that, though, everything was a blur of sensory information that making sense of any of it was like pulling teeth.Spike stood next to her, peering over to see that she was, in fact, awake and breaking her out of her thoughts with his presence."Spyridon Sparkle--." She'd been ready to chew him out with affection and concern. What he alright? What had happened? Last she knew he'd been left at the library in Ponyville. This place certainly wasn't that. If she had to guess she'd say they were back at Canterlot Castle but there was a raging ache that stretched over her face deep down into the recesses of her mana font and all throughout the rest of her body. Everything hurt and just keeping her eyes open was all at once too much. Too much light. Too much to look at."Oh thank the Stars you're awake. I thought I'd have to go get the High Queen, or Queen Luna. One of her majesties. Okay. Promise me you won't freak out?." What was there to freak out over? Had things gone worse than Twilight anticipated?She looked around despite the pulsing behind her eyes when she did, made to sit up despite the heavy weight and protest in every muscle and bone. Peeled back the blanket covering her with a ill-thought telekinesis that sent her whole forehead ablaze as her mana font squeezed out droplets of magic and igniting a horn already ladened with exhausted nerves, just to make her vision a reality.And to the background of her son's protests and her own blurry eyesight, Twilight caught sight of what it was that she was definitely not supposed to freak out over.