no critique The rise of daybreaker

[Dior 162]

The sun had just crested the horizon, casting its warm, golden rays across the peaceful kingdom of Equestria. In Canterlot Castle, Princess Celestia stood on her balcony, her mane flowing gently in the morning breeze. But today, as she watched the world awaken, a familiar weight settled on her shoulders.

“Another day of ruling,” she murmured, glancing at the sparkling sky. Though she adored the sight, its beauty felt bittersweet. Each sunrise reminded her of her responsibilities and the expectations she had to meet.

“Tia?” A soft voice pulled her from her thoughts. Her sister, Luna, stepped into the room with a concerned expression.

“Yes, Luna?” Celestia replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You seem distant,” Luna observed, her brow furrowing. “Is something troubling you?”

Celestia turned away, her heart heavy with unspoken worries. “I’m just tired, Luna. There’s so much to manage. Equestria is at peace, but maintaining that peace is a never-ending task.”

Luna approached her sister, concern evident in her eyes. “You don’t have to bear this alone. We’re in this together.”

“I appreciate your support, but you have your duties,” Celestia replied, her voice sharper than intended. “I need to handle this.”

Luna stepped back, hurt flickering across her face. “Sister, please. I want to help you. Don’t shut me out.”

Celestia felt a pang of guilt but brushed it aside. “I can’t afford to be distracted,” she said, turning her back on Luna. The moment hung in the air, thick with unspoken tension.

As Luna left, Celestia sighed, the burden of her crown feeling heavier than ever. She stepped into her chamber, where the walls were adorned with tapestries of victories past, reminders of the responsibilities that weighed on her. Unknown to her, in the castle's depths, an ancient artifact pulsed with dark energy, sensing her vulnerability and feeding on her doubts.