Готовый перевод Пять добродетелей Твайлайт Спаркл / Five Virtues of Twilight Sparkle: II. The Legend of Two Sisters

Two sisters.

Then, a burst of light.

"Twilight," Rarity sobbed in my ear, "are you hurt?"

My friends.

"Ya need help?" inquired AJ.

Rarity's cigarettes.

"Mmhhm," I said, taking out the lighter. "Thank you for advice."

But Celestia was no longer interested in her little pet pony.

"I'm tired," Nightmare Moon barely whispered. "I'm so tired, sister."

"Once upon a time, there were two sisters."

"They were friends," Princess Celestia began slowly, her face away from me, arms around Nightmare Moon. "There was no-one in the whole world whom they loved as much as each other, and they were happy. One of them... She wanted to become a Princess and rule her country. Rule so that there would be more happiness for all... and everypony would really have a bright future. So that the sun would rise over Equestria every morning."

"And the second sister wanted to be..."

Leaning against the ice-cold stone wall, I recalled my own past. All the petty victories and petty defeats, cowardice and filth, a smooth layer of shit, a series of innumerable bars and glasses of whiskey drowning in cigarette smoke, of random studs whose faces I did not remember and random fillies whose names I did not ask.

I recalled little Spike asking me how to spell 'Twilight.' Laughing Pinky. Dash slapping me on the back—like, "count on me, girl." AJ, with a silent nod, helping me get back on my hooves, understanding me without words. Fluttershy gently pressing the cotton wool to my scratch.

Rarity, oh my, Rarity—her thin arms around my shoulders, the touch of her hair on my cheek. Her cigarettes in my pocket.

And them? What did [i]they[/i] have? One of them wanted to become a Princess, and the second...

I watched in silence as Equestria's Sun went away, supporting with both hands the lean, dried-up body with a blue cloak draped over the shoulders. It was too spacious for her little sister.

"So how does it feel to be a God, Celestia?"

She froze for a moment, standing with her back to me, hugged her sister tighter, and did not answer.

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