A pony sword pierced her head, her own cutie mark set into the metal there. She reached up with one shaking hoof, pulling it free. It tumbled away off the clouds at their hooves, vanishing from sight. “You h-have no idea… the weight I’ve carried,” Princess Celestia said. Somehow, she did not seem so large anymore, so imposing. Lucky saw her differently now—as Harmony saw her. A small, fleeting thing, barely wise enough to grasp the smallest fraction of its intention. Yet she had also dedicated herself to the protection of all life on Equus—and had given everything.