The silence following her proclamation was rivalled only by the silence she’d found on the surface of the moon during her exile. In truth, some small part of her was amused by the look of complete and utter surprise on her Sister’s face, Celestia caught without any of her masks in place, exposed before the Court for what was likely the first time in living memory. A hundred lifetimes of planning and scheming, guiding Equestria to where she wanted and needed it to be, a hundred lifetimes of making contingencies, of guiding bloodlines and alliances, it all came down to this.

“You can’t be serious,” was all Celestia could find to say, her wings fluttering before she could suppress them. “You can’t do that.”

“We assure you we are most serious, dear Sister,” Luna replied evenly, “and we most certainly can. If there is a law that says otherwise, please do bring it to my attention for I am unaware of any such proscription.”

The great hall was still silent, noble and common pony alike staring nervously at each other, wondering if they should say something, do something, caught between the urge to flee and the knowledge that they were about to witness something that was truly once in a lifetime.

“Equestria has always been ruled by two Princesses, Luna.” Celestia finally pointed out, her tone measured, careful, each word picked with as much care as a Diamond Dog might sift through gravel in search of jewels. “You’ve only been back with us for a handful of years, things are returning to normal at last. Why would-”

“Equestria has not always been ruled by two though, has it? How quickly we forget, it would seem.” Luna pointed out with a deadpan look. It brought her little happiness to see Celestia shift uncomfortably in place as her barb found its mark. “Regardless, it shall be going forward, never fear. Your protege Twilight Sparkle has been chafing for greater responsibility, for greater purpose following her ascension. This would seem an opportune time for us to step aside and allow her to assume the mantle of the diarchy.”

“You can’t just QUIT, Luna!” Celestia finally snapped, rising from her throne to glare down at her Sister. That look was legendary. It had cowed entire armies, made grown stallions soil themselves and brought peace between warring tribes without a single word being spoken. “You are the co-ruler of Equestria! Alicorns do not just turn their backs on their responsibilities!”

Luna stared back up at her, her own expression calm and unruffled. She waited till Celestia had composed herself and sat back down before she spoke. “Sister mine, before we delve into the why we are doing this and the why we can do this, we have a question for thee. Where is our throne?”

Celestia blinked, pursing her lips a moment. “Your...throne?” she echoed. Celestia turned to stare at the single golden chair that sat atop the dais. Her eyes darting left, then right, then returning to her sister.

“Indeed. In our former castle we ruled equally, both with our seat of power, both taking court together. In this castle, however, even in the years since our return, there is still only thy throne. The one I must borrow for my Night Court.”

Celestia stared at her. “You can’t be serious. This is about seating arrangements?”

“Among other things, aye,” Luna glibly replied. “But let us put that aside and ask thee another question instead. What has become of the celebration of our longest night? I see the Summer Sun celebration continues in earnest, but where is the Midwinter Moon festival of old? Oh, forgive me, we both know the answer to that, do we not? You repackaged it. Rebadged it. Stole it from me and called it Hearth’s Warming instead. And what was this new national holiday? A celebration of unity and harmony. A powerful message for a lone alicorn attempting to hold a diarchy together by herself.”

Celestia sagged back in her throne, her expression once again schooled to neutrality, but Luna knew her sister too well, could see the subtle tightening of the muscles in her jaw, the narrowing of her eyes, the telltale twitch of the tip of her tail as she fought to keep it from thrashing.

“And then shall we move on to the topic of your former students?” She didn’t wait for a reply this time, pressing the attack even as Celestia sank lower still in her seat, her expression darkening. “Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle are only the two most recent. Could you have been more transparent, sister? Your desperate need for a surrogate to replace me during the years of my exile is both touching and humiliating in equal measure. Twilight Sparkle’s recent ascension is simply more proof of thy scheming and plotting, ensuring that there would be a replacement for me should your plan with the Elements fail.”

“That...that was not my intention when I took my students, Luna. They were never meant to replace you. You’re my Sister! How could anypony ever replace you?”

“Because despite all your plotting, all your ruses and deceptions, you are far closer to the common pony than you would ever admit, dear Sister. Your heart aches, the same as any other. Part of me is flattered you missed me during my banishment.” At this, Luna paused, her expression darkening, mane roiling in an unseen breeze. “While the other resents that you thought for even a moment that another could take my place.”

“Enough,” Celestia sighed, covering her eyes with a foreleg for a moment. “You’ve made your point, Luna”

“No, Tia. It is not enough. Not nearly enough for you to understand how serious I am,” Luna snarled, colouring her words with a hint of the Canterlot Voice that made the windows quiver in their frames, “This is no childish whim, no act of bad temper or ill-humour, no act of grandstanding to make a point. Let me be most clear on the actions I take today. I abdicate my throne. I resign. I quit. I relinquish the crown of Equestria and all that goes along with it in favour of our newest Princess, Twilight Sparkle. From this day forth I return to being simply Luna. You have ruled alone for a thousand years and this great land we have forged will not collapse overnight because I am once again gone. In truth, and let there be no lie between us on this, some will be glad to see me step down. The taint of Nightmare Moon is not so easily swept aside.”

The court remained silent until Celestia drew a slow, shuddering breath and rose from her throne, lifting a wing and levelling it at the crowd of ponies. “Each and every one of you is forbidden from recounting anything you have just seen or heard. There will be an official announcement in due course, should one be required, but I will not stand for gossip in the meantime. I will remind you that we have records of every pony that attends court so should rumours begin to spread, it will be a simple matter to track down the individual responsible. Court is over for today, my little ponies. Please leave us in peace, it seems my Sister and I have much to discuss.”

For a moment, no-one moved until one of the guards stamped a steel-shod hoof imperiously on the floor, the sound ringing through the silent chamber. “CLEAR THE COURT BY ORDER OF THE PRINCESS!”

Finally, as if all at once, the crowd slowly turned and funnelled out the doors held wide by the golden-armoured stallions of the Solar Guard. They were the last to leave, turning to bow low to the two alicorns before they pulled the doors closed behind them, leaving the sisters alone.

Celestia slumped back in her throne, rubbing at her forehead with a hoof. “Luna...I’m not blind. I know you’ve been having trouble fitting in, that we still have a long way to go before things are the way they were before but you don’t need to do this.”

“But you still do not see it, dear Sister,” Luna sighed softly as she stepped onto the bottom step of the dais, gazing up at the confused white alicorn. “Things already are the way they were before. You are on your pedestal and I...I am confined to the shadows once more.” She smiled sadly before she turned away to trot across the smooth, polished floor to one of the windows, gazing out over the city. “The wonders you and your students have brought to the world. The harnessing of magic and technology to create things we had only dreamed of in the midst of our cups. Medicines and marvels and weapons beyond our imagining. Creations to allow earth ponies to fly, ponies to communicate over vast distances without the need for cumbersome scrying spells, weapons that ensure no-one would ever be foolish enough to challenge us….but in the midst of all this, where is my place, Celestia? What use am I? A thousand years behind the times, as out of place now as I was before the Fall.” She sighed softly as she focused on her reflection in the glass, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth before she looked back over her shoulder. “Do you remember what it was like before this? Before the unification of the tribes?”

“I...remember a lot of sleeping on cold, hard ground,” Celestia admitted as she slipped her crown from her head and laid it on the floor beside her throne. “Weeks of being hungry all the time and dreaming of the days we could lie in bed till noon and have a gaggle of handsome stallions bring us breakfast in bed.”

Luna chuckled softly at that and nodded. “That was part of it. But there was freedom, Tia. I and thee against the world, forging our destinies, the sun and moon standing shoulder to shoulder, bringing the tribes together beneath our unified banner, when we truly ruled with one voice.” She sighed softly as she turned from the window to look back at her sister. “There is still only one voice that rules Equestria, but it will never again be mine. Be proud of what thou hast achieved, Sister. You have made Equestria strong, prosperous and peaceful, but your destiny is no longer mine.”

“Then what is?” Celestia sighed as she descended from her throne. “What are you going to do, Luna?”

“Travel, I think.” She gathered her magic and before Celestia could say a word, the two alicorns vanished from the throne room, reappearing on the balcony outside Luna’s suite, gazing out over the roofs of the city, over the rolling green plains to Ponyville and the mountains beyond. “That way, perhaps.” Luna mused, waving a hoof to the south as she moved to prop her hooves on the parapet. “Perhaps we will see what lies beyond Zebrica. There are still unknown shores and untamed wildernesses beyond the borders of what we know, lands that we have not set hoof upon since before we ascended. I think I would like to know what has become of them in our absence.”

Celestia moved to stand beside her sister, almost touching, lifting her forelegs to mirror her sister’s stance. Even in the tower, high above the streets, the sounds of life in Canterlot reached the two and Luna allowed herself the tiniest smile as she gazed down at the city’s inhabitants. “Look at it,” she whispered, her wing lifting and coming to gently lay over her sister’s back. “Look at what you made, ‘Tia. What you made. When I was banished we but ruled the wilds of the Everfree and Canterlot was naught but a village with dreams of one day becoming a town. You took it and turned it into the crown jewel of Equestria. Without me.” She let her wing fall away as she turned to face her sister. “You were fine without me, sister. You will be fine. I know it for sure.”

Celestia didn’t say anything at first, didn’t even look at Luna, her eyes fixed on the horizon. This felt like a conversation that should be had at night, twilight at least, not under the blazing morning light of her sun that left no room for dissembling or evasion. She tried to find words to argue with her sister, to dispute the claims she’d made, but…

“I’ll miss you,” was all Celestia could find to say in a voice suddenly thick and unsteady with barely contained sadness. She turned, wrapping Luna up in a desperate hug, smothering the smaller pony beneath her wings, burying her face into that star-filled mane in an attempt to stifle the sound of her sobs. “I’ll miss you,” she repeated. Each time somehow sadder than the one before. Tears of regret for opportunities squandered, for not seeing what was right before her nose, for failing her sister once again, for losing her all over again so soon after getting her back. How long had it been? A handful of years. What was that when you measured your lifespan in centuries? A blip.

Luna wrapped her wings about her sister in turn, nuzzling against Celestia’s neck as she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. The right thing to do? Certainly. But that didn’t make it any easier.

“I will keep in touch,” she promised. “I will…send postcards. And knick knacks from my adventures. You will need to dedicate a room to storing all the tourist kitsch I will send back to you. Thou wilst need to open a new wing for all the stained glass windows I will need to catalogue my feats and heroism. But…” She stepped back to cup Celestia’s chin with her hoof. “They will be the feats of simply Luna. Not of a Princess.”

She smiled and leaned in to press a kiss just under Celestia’s horn. “Now. You must speak with Raven, yes? Thou hast much to prepare. Arrangements to make. Announcements to compose. Letters to write to Twilight and to Cadance. Mine own departure will be quiet, on this I insist. No fanfares, no pomp or ceremony. Tomorrow I shall leave the castle and the city to begin my journey. I have already spoken with the Night Guard Quartermaster and he shall see me adequately equipped and provisioned.”

Celestia shook her head with a wry smile. “How long have you been preparing for this?”

“Some weeks now,” Luna admitted. “With the aid of some of the castle staff I have been quietly wrapping up my affairs. I am, I believe, quite able to support myself for some time before I need worry about finding additional funds.” She tapped a hoof to her chin. “I should be comfortable for a number of centuries of modest living, I believe.”

Celestia blinked, not able to hold back a quick laugh of surprise. “You never did do anything without preparing first, sister,” she marvelled. “I…” She trailed off. What to say? So much unsaid. So much of it didn’t seem to matter in this moment. Instead Celestia returned the kiss, brushing her wing along Luna’s cheek as she stepped back. She schooled her features, a quick flash of her magic banishing the tearstains from her coat. “Travel safe, Luna. I love you.”

“As I love thee, ‘Tia.” Luna replied as she lowered her head in a bow to the now lone ruler of Equestria, “Rule wisely and well.”

In the wake of Luna’s announcement, the wheels of bureaucracy began to turn in earnest to smooth the passage of this new development. As ponies pored through ancient tomes hunting for precedent and procedure, Princess Celestia dictated a letter that was to be sent out to a select group of friends, family, and interested parties whose help would be needed to break this new development to a citizenry who were, perhaps a little unkindly, often seen as being quick to panic.

Here are some of the reactions.

Ponyville

“SHE DID WHAT?” This near scream was followed by frantic hyperventilating as Spike looked on. The little dragon sighed, used to Twilight’s occasional histrionics by now, and reached for the emergency water bottle he kept for just these occasions. Three firm spritzes later and the now soggy alicorn sighed as she flicked her dripping mane back from her face.

“Thanks Spike.”

“No problem, Twilight.” Spike set the bottle back down on the table, picking the newly arrived letter from Princess Celestia up from the floor and peeking at the contents. “Whoa.” His eyes went wide as he scanned the flowing text. “Luna can’t do that, can she? An alicorn can’t just not be a Princess, right?”

“I don’t know.” Twilight finally admitted, as much as it galled her to admit there was a gap in her knowledge. “I just always assumed…” she trailed off as she dropped to her haunches. With a flash a towel appeared, hovering in the air before her as she dried herself off. “Maybe only two sprays next time?” she quickly rubbed it through her mane before teleporting it off to the library’s laundry basket.

Spike continued to read the letter, then paused, eyebrows lifting. “Did…you see what Celestia said she was going to do about it?”

Twilight sighed, retrieving the letter and scanning through it again as she snorted a damp strand of her mane off her nose. “Accept it, apparently. Why? Did I miss something?”

Spike shifted in place, wringing his hands together. “You might want to read all the way to the bottom this time. While you do that, I’m just gonna go to the kitchen and start making a really, really big pot of tea. I think we might be needing it.” He didn’t wait for a reply, turning tail and scampering from the room without a backward glance.

Twilight blinked. Huh. That was kind of weird, even for Spike. “Let’s see here…okay. Following the abdication of Princess Luna, no ceremony when she leaves, no forwarding address, Twilight Sparkle to serve in newly created post of Adviser to the Princess, well that all seems-wait what? To serve as WHAT?” She stared at the neatly printed text as if she somehow expected it to say something else. “But…how? Why? SPIKE! Take a letter!”

The Crystal Empire

The letter arrived on the tray along with their breakfast. Shining Armor was the first to open it, holding it in the blue aura of his magic as he munched on a piece of toast. “Wha-” he coughed and spluttered as he inhaled the next mouthful instead of swallowing, finally managing to dislodge it after thumping himself in the chest with a hoof. He snatched the letter back up, watering eyes widening as they flicked over the text.

“Cadance!” He called.

“Yes dear?” Came the response from the couple’s bathroom over the sound of running water as the alicorn prepared herself for another day of helping the crystal ponies adapt to their sudden and abrupt return to a world that had almost forgotten them. “Have they got our breakfast order mixed up again? I swear those ponies sometimes get so distracted.”

“No, no. Breakfast is fine.” He shook his head as he re-read the letter, “It’s what came with it. A message from Princess Celestia. You might want to come and read it.”

“Ooo. What’s Auntie Celestia saying now?” Cadance trotted back into the bedroom, the pink alicorn’s face still damp from her morning wash. “Twilight hasn’t accidentally opened a portal to some other universe where there’s alternate versions of us that walk around on two legs and wear clothes has she?”

Shining blinked as he slowly set the letter down. “Noooo.” he drawled, “That’s…a really specific thing to worry about. Is there something I need to know?”

“Nope! Nothing at all!” Cadance sat on the bed, reading while she picked up a toasted muffin and nibbled thoughtfully on the end. “Oh. Huh. Well. That’s going to make things interesting,” she mused.

“Interesting?” Shining’s eyes bulged as his wife’s nonchalant tone. “Luna’s stepping down! Our enemies might see that as a moment of weakness for Equestria. The griffons might take it a sign of instability and make a push at Equestria’s borders. The Changelings might regroup and decide to have another try at conquering Canterlot when there’s one less Princess there!” He pushed the blankets down and slipped from the bed to pace back and forth. “We need to speak to their new captain of the guard, coordinate things to make sure there’s not even a hint of weakness. Maybe even try and suppress the-”

His increasingly frantic tirade was gently but firmly cut off as a glowing pink aura surrounded his muzzle and pressed his mouth shut. “Shining, enough. I know you’re worried for Auntie Celestia, but I guarantee you she’ll be fine. You’re not the Captain of the Equestrian Guard anymore, and your replacement is more than capable. You trained her yourself, didn’t you?” She waited patiently until Shining nodded. “So you know she’s up to the task. The griffons won’t try anything, they’re barely organised enough to keep their own borders secure, and the Changelings won’t try it while the Elements of Harmony are still in play.”

Shining muttered something and his wife smiled, the pink alicorn releasing her hold as she turned her attention back to the letter, humming to herself. “If anything I think it’s Twilight we need to be most worried about. We both know how she’s likely to react to that last part.”

“True. Do you think we need to start packing for a visit to Ponyville?”

Cadance beamed at her husband. “You read my mind, Shiny. But first, get back into bed and we can snuggle some more while we finish breakfast. The fate of Equestria can wait till we finish our tea.”

Canterlot High

Principal Celestia turned to look thoughtfully at Vice-Principal Luna. “You aren’t thinking of quitting, are you?”

Luna paused, setting her pen down and looking up from the pile of papers she had to grade. “I…No. No, I had not. I am quite happy here. Why? Has someone said something?”

Celestia pursed her lips. “No. The idea just suddenly popped into my head.” She tapped her lips with her pen. “Huh.” She gave a little shrug and turned back to her own stack of paperwork.

The Changeling Hive

“Report.”

The changeling drone prostrated himself on the hard stone floor before the dark spires of Chrysalis’ throne, legs and insect-like wings splayed in submission before his monarch. “Initial reports from our spies in Canterlot have now been confirmed, Majesty. It would seem that Princess Luna has given up her crown.”

The queen of the Changelings leaned forward, the dim lights of the hive making her chitinous back glow with a sickly green hue. A long, black tongue, glistening with a dark ichor, slipped out to drag along her lips as she tasted the emotions swirling through the air. There was a subtle rustling from around her, a whispered chittering, as the entire hive tensed and shifted in excitement along with their queen. “How interesting. Have we also confirmed the report that Luna intends to travel alone? Without a guard or escort?”

The drone risked a glance up at his beautiful and terrible queen and nodded. “Yes, Majesty. One of our other spies overheard her speaking with Princess Celestia. The two argued about the need for protection and an escort but Luna insisted that she be allowed to move as if she was merely a common pony.”

Chrysalis’ smile widened to display long, sharp teeth. The drone shrank back, fearing that he had said something the queen disliked, only to gasp and quiver in near ecstasy as the warmth of pure, freshly harvested love surged through him. He whimpered, his glowing eyes closing as he lost himself to the pleasure of it, feeling the gnawing hunger in his belly withdrawing till it was the barest whisper. He opened his eyes to gaze up adoringly at his generous monarch. “Th-thank you, my Queen.”

Chrysalis grunted and flicked a hoof to dismiss him. The drone rose, staggering slightly from the after-effects of the rich and filling meal. He left, followed by the envious stares of dozens of eyes. Chrysalis uncurled from her throne like a languid feline, rising to her hooves and slowly circling the room, weaving her way between the ragged spikes of rock that ensured no attacker would be able to simply charge right up to her throne with a knife.

“Malphigian.”

A form detached itself from the shadows at its queen’s command. This drone was bigger than many of her hivemates, her chitin shining, her horn razor sharp. “I serve at my Queen’s command,” she rasped as she bowed her head till her horn touched the floor. “What is your bidding, Majesty?”

Chrysalis continued to move as she spoke. “Gather up ten, no. Twelve, of your finest infiltrators. I want them posted on all the major roads leaving Canterlot. I want additional infiltrators in every tavern, inn, hostel, waystation and stable where our former Princess might bed down for the night. I want her found.”

Malpighian nodded. “As you command, Majesty. And when they find her?”

“They are to report back so we can gather additional forces.” Chrysalis stated. “Once she has moved far enough from the safety of the castle, we will strike. We will overwhelm her with more drones than she can hope to repel.” She suddenly turned, grasping Malphigian’s face between her hooves, her emerald green eyes blazing with a sickly light. “She will be brought back to this hive and once cocooned she will provide enough love and magic to power this hive for decades! No more living on scraps! The failure at Canterlot will be nothing but a memory and we will be triumphant!” Her voice rose until the very room resonated with every word, the surrounding drones hissing and chittering with excitement!

“As my Queen commands,” Malphigian replied as she bowed once more and turned to put her Queen’s plan into action. Soon. Soon they would never be hungry again.

Canterlot - Offices of the Canterlot Daily

“You’re sure?”

Nosey News nodded eagerly. “Princess Celestia tried to order every one to secrecy, but you know what ponies are like. They can’t resist sharing a story.”

Peppermint Page, editor of the newspaper, sat down behind his desk, chewing thoughtfully on the toothpick that seemed to live permanently in his mouth, staring across the expanse of folders and papers at Nosey.

The unicorn fidgeted in place under her boss’s regard. “I swear it’s legit, boss.” Nosey insisted. “We’ve got to get this out in the evening edition! We can’t be the only paper that knows about it.”

Page pursed his lips and sucked air through his teeth, absently rubbing a hoof over his thick brown moustache as he stared at his less-than-favourite reporter. “This ain’t gonna be like that Pigasus debacle again, is it? Because y’left us lookin’ like some two-bit gossip rag when ya went harin’ off after that load’a hooey”

Nosey coloured, ducking her head down to try and hide behind strands of her long, black hair. “No,” she muttered. “No, boss. I’ll stake my job on it. I heard it from one of Jet Set’s servants who heard it from Jet Set himself. The Princess said she was abdicating the throne and there was nothing Celestia could do to change her mind.”

Page grunted. He chewed on the toothpick as he rocked slightly in his worn leather chair, the wheels squeaking as he moved. “Will this servant go on the record? I’m guessin’ not as the Princess tried t’keep it quiet” He rolled the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, clicking his tongue thoughtfully.

“We’d be inviting a load of shit from the castle if we broke the story…” he mused out loud as he slowly spun in his chair. “But if this source of yours is right, if you ain’t just pullin’ this out your plot, this’ll be biggest story since Princess Luna’s return. Hell, this might be the biggest story ever!” He spun his chair back around to face Nosey. “Now what kind of newspony would I be if I let that slide?”

He slammed a hoof down onto the intercom on his desk. “Staff meeting, my office, five minutes ago! I want all senior writers and all the legal team in here, and I want the front page for the evening edition held!” He released the button and jabbed a hoof at Nosey. “You got half an hour. Write it.”

Canterlot - Barracks of the Night Guard

“Settle down. SETTLE DOWN! Oh for the love of the night, ATTEN-SHUN!”

The thunder of hooves slamming to the floor brought a brief moment of silence. Night Guard Captain Ember took a slow, deep breath. Calm. Must remain calm. Can’t treat them all like the toddlers they suddenly seemed to have devolved into. She shook herself and lifted her eyes to meet the ranks of the Night Guard that stood at attention before her.

“At ease. And keep your mouths shut, if you’d be so kind.” She growled, waiting until the rustling and shifting had stopped. “I see scuttlebutt goes ahead of the official announcement. As none of you seem to have the patience of a foal at Hearth’s Warming, I suppose it falls to me to clear the air. The rumours are true. Princess Luna is step-DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?” She thundered as the room erupted with noise, ponies gasping, arguing, and then quickly falling silent again. “Celestia’s sainted tits! Will you lot just hold yourselves in check for one godsdamned minute so I can get through this and THEN you can resume your panicking on your own time. THANK you.”

She sighed, loudly, tipping her helmet back to rub between her eyes at the headache that was coming along nicely. As if this whole thing wasn’t enough of a kick in the knackers. “Princess Luna, our Mistress, is stepping down. Let’s be honest, nopony here should be surprised by that. We’ve all talked about it, gossiped about it. Even heard the Mistress herself grousing about it when it’s just been her and us together. We knew, WE KNEW, this might happen.” She raised her voice again to drown out a rising murmur from the ranks. “We knew,” she repeated, “and plans have been made. She’ll argue with us. She’ll fight about it, but in the end we’ll win. We all know what will happen the moment she sets hoof outside of Canterlot, don’t we?”

Heads nodded and looks were exchanged. None of the Night Guard were fools and, bless their Dark Mistress, she could sometimes be a little headstrong when she got an idea in her head. To think that she could just walk away and be one of the common ponies? There were too many threats to Equestria lurking in the shadows, too many enemies who would see a lone alicorn as an opportunity too tempting, a prize too precious to pass up. And they would take chances where otherwise they might have held off.

Ember let the silence stretch for a moment. “I will be taking volunteers. Four of you. Unmarried ponies without foals only. I want the Mistress guarded day and night. You’ll work in pairs, which means you’ll need to get used to daylight duty. You’ll be issued a helmet with tinted lenses to protect your vision during the daytime alongside your usual issued gear.”

Ember started to pace slowly across the room, taking the time to make eye contact with every one of the batponies in the front rank. “Understand this. When you volunteer, this isn’t just for a shift. Or a week. Or a month. We don’t know how long the Mistress will be gone or if she will ever return to us. This posting could be for life. The hope being that by that point, any threats to the Mistress will have been neutralised.”

She paused to let that sink in as she let her gaze sweep the room once more. “I’m not going to do anything as daft as ask for volunteers to step forward or any of that flickerpic nonsense. You can drop your names into me after morning training.” She paused once more and sighed. “Just…think about it. Understand that you might never come back to Canterlot, or even Equestria again. Who knows where an alicorn might wander?” With that she straightened back up, thumping her hoof to her breastplate.

“NIGHT GUARD!” She bellowed, “Who stands in defence of the Mistress?”

The response was immediate. “We stand!” roared dozens of voices in unison, every batpony there standing a little straighter as they recited the Night Guard creed.

“Who stands in defence of the night and the dream?”

“We stand!”

“What do we do when our enemies surround us and our comrades fall?”

“We stand!”

“What do we do when the ground quakes and the heavens shatter?”

“We stand!”

“Night Guard! What will we do when all is lost?”

“WE WILL STAND.”

“Dismissed!”