The night was cold, it wasn’t even supposed to be night. It was midday. But the Princess of the sun couldn’t bring herself to raise the star her, now, banished sister hated so much.

Celestia’s ears were still ringing from the blast of the elements that had taken her sister away mere moments ago. Despite that, despite the noise of panicked guards and servants, she could hear the humming coming from the last active element of harmony in front of her, taunting her.

She griped her broken sword as the adrenaline still pumped through her veins. She took deep uneven breathes as she was unable to look away from the glowing element.