Meteorite

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Their faces said 'I'll explain'. I would be keen about that explanation but I was too busy being petrified in fear as the Lapis flashed red yet again and several voices yelled "Abominable!" along with murmurs about disgrace and "being our mothers' flesh and blood at its finest".

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]|I{•------» Third Person's POV «------•}I|[

Cynthia and Celestia looked down at the cell floor as their older sister paced along one side. They weren't scared, they were... well, they couldn't describe it. It was as if they were concerned for her but also they weirdly felt guilty. They hadn't even felt this strong guilty sense when they had murdered their own mother, the sole reason they stood in the current situation. 

Celebriar stopped pacing and looked up at them. Her eyes had that look people tend to have when they hear of betrayal, yet her eyes shone brightly with the rage which comes with the knowledge of betrayal. 

None of the sisters had the heart to continue the conversation, or rather scream-and-cry fest. Cynthia could swear she heard Celestia wince as Celebriar inhaled, trying to collect herself and spoke in a soft whisper, "So, let me get this straight... you... killed our mom? That day? The day you fainted?"

The twins nodded as the oldest continued, "And you didn't think to tell Adel? To tell me?" You would expect her voice to break at the last bit, expect her to feel the deepest level of betrayal, from her own sisters, but no, her voice remained cold as ice crystals and just as sharp. Celebriar had gone through her words over and over, she wanted it to hurt her sisters. Just as their secret had hurt her. It was well-known to Celebriar that words, when carefully planned out, were sharper than knives and hurt worse than poison. That was something she had picked up from their mother and was very careful to use, using it strictly against the deepest of offenses towards herself. 

The tiniest speck of regret might have sprung in her heart as she said the words she would never be able to take back. And she knew that. "I am definitely shocked, to say the absolute least," she spoke again, keeping her voice in absolute control and only letting a portion of her hurt seep into her words. "But, why? Why did you lie? Why did you not tell anyone? Adel? Me? You know, your sister ever since you were born?"

Celestia knew how to play peacemaker and when to play peacemaker. The latter skill was one most lacked. Feeling the air buzz and thicken, she decided it was time to step in, "We just weren't close enough, sis-"

That's when Cynthia said something which could be the reason why they made enemies out of the ones closest to them, "You seemed to like me better when I lied," she said, her voice cool with the smallest hint of venom, which despite being small was clear through her statement.

If that hurt Celebriar, her face didn't show it. Celestia tried again, "Hey, we just weren't clos-"

"And you seemed to like me better when I fit into the unrealistic, perfect princess cookie-cutter mould," Briar cut in. Her eyes had a slight moist sensation about them yet they did not betray any emotion. Her gaze lingered on Thea for three heartbeats before she she looked at Tia and her gaze softened. Sighing the softest, smallest sigh she went to a corner of their jail cell and lay down.

Cynthia huffed, angry tears brimming her eyes and went to the opposite corner to lie down.

Even minutes later, Celestia was confused to say the least. Twin? Or older sister? She let out an audible sigh which went unheard to her sisters who were in deep sleep due to their tired eyes and because people often wish to sleep and forget reality when stressed or upset and some are lucky enough to be able to accomplish this feat without overthinking. Celebriar and Cynthia happened to be a part of those lucky few. 

Celestia stared up at the ceiling, unconsciously thinking about the uneven bricks while consciously focusing on her two sisters. Why must they be so immature, she thought frustrated for even the most patient and placid people had limits to how much they can take. 

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The trial is today, was my first thought as the sun rays came through the tiny barred window. I saw Tia sleeping, drool sliding down her cheek. Then I saw Briar and my mood was effectively ruined. The bright sun rays soon filled the tiny jail cell, waking up my sister and the one I do not wish to be the sister of.

"Good mor-" Tia began in her usual cheerful way.

She paused when she saw the guards marching up to get us. All of us gulped, knowing exactly what comes next.

Inwardly sighing, I looked down to the floor and followed Tia out, willingly stepping on Briar's toes and being immensely satisfied as she hissed in pain.

As I stepped onto the "arena" I forced myself to not look up at the thrones. Our thrones. I stood behind wooden doors in a narrow hallway. It was the like wings of a stage. Except the stage was the one of a flop play. One where the audience boo-ed and threw rotten tomatoes at the performers. 

I couldn't hear the people's please, begs for sympathy or their defenses. The doors were almost sound-proof. Almost. I could still hear the audience shouting in anger, heck I could feel their anger coursing through the walls along with the jury's gong sounding every few minutes either saving or dooming a citizen. With a sour taste I realized Briar had been right, thought I wouldn't want to admit it.

As if on cue, I felt Briar lean in behind me. "Go with Tia," she whispered, "I'll follow too, it's better if we go in together." It was better, for then we wouldn't come up with lies which contradict the others' "Please," she said again, "trust me." I grimly nodded with no emotion on my face.

I spaced out while I catastrophized and came up with solutions to the theories I had overthought. My body seemed to turn to jelly and my mind blanked while my thoughts were numb as our turn approached.

I gulped. Here we go, I thought as I followed my younger twin out on to the arena in front of a furious crowd, even more due to us, 'special cases', as they said.

The crowd yelled in anger as I winced silently. This was going to be one long trial, which would either save or doom us. Doomed, definitely doomed, I thought as I sent a silent prayer to anyone ready to give me a second chance. That didn't look like a possibility as the crowd raged and fumed. Heck, I could feel their anger on my skin. I prayed harder as the jury called, "Princess Celestia, Princess Cynthia and Queen Celebriar"

The crowd once again yelled in rage.

Gods above, save us.

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I spew some trash:

I'm kind of winging it so bear wimme please-

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