#ashleavesequestria

[ash-adventures]

Celestia: History remembers crowns because crowns are easy to see.

It remembers the throne. The court. The banners. The day and the night. The moment ponies finally looked to us and saw something worth following.

But I remember the road before that.

I remember hunger. Fear. Dust. The silence after ruin. The shame of needing help and the terror of trusting it.

And I remember the strange young monster who fell from the sky carrying food instead of violence.

Long before Equestria knew our names, Ash taught us how to stand. How to strike. How to endure. How to survive without becoming only survival.

Before crowns, there was care.

Before legends, there was family.

[ash-adventures]

Ash: Don’t call it goodbye.

Goodbyes are for people who think distance gets the final word.

They were there when I had nothing. Before the crowns. Before the wars. Before Equestria decided what kind of monster I was supposed to be.

They were two scared girls on a road, and somehow they became family.

So no.

This isn’t goodbye.

The door stays open. They can visit. Leave. Return. Take their time.

And when they are finally ready to become legends instead of rulers…

I’ll still be there.

[ash-adventures]

Luna: Truth does not make pain noble.

It does not polish the wound. It does not make loss graceful. It only tells thee exactly where the blade entered.

I have known what Ash refused.

I have known it for centuries.

But old wounds are poor scholars. They do not care what is fair. They only remember what once felt like abandonment.

So yes.

I am hurt.

And because I care for him, he deserved to hear it plainly.

[ash-adventures]

Celestia’s Note:

“I knew the day would come.

That is the cruel little mercy of immortality. You see partings long before they arrive, and still, when they stand before you, they wound as if they were sudden.

Ash was never mine to keep.

But he was family long before Equestria learned to call him anything else.”