At the head of the hall were seven massive thrones of marble, flecked with small threads of gold and silver. They were arranged in a semi circle around a pedestal of white metal, the two arms supporting two of the most incredible jewels Twilight had ever seen in her life. They were levitating on their own power, each about the size of a pony's head. One was as bright and wonderful as the sun, bathing the room with a golden glow that emanated from within. The other was mysterious and ethereal, and from it there was a softer, silver luminance that danced in harmony with the light from the other.