Chapter Three: When You Stare into the Mirror, the Mirror Stares Back
“Luna, do you ever think we'll see Mummy and Daddy again?” Celestia asked as she stared at the ceiling of the princesses' shared room, lit only by the starlight of the window. She had no idea what time it was, but when the moon comes up you should be in bed, right? “They said Queen Mummy had gone away and Daddy was busy, but that was so long ago...”
“Yeah, I guess all we can do is wait.” She turned over, her sheets wrapped around her snugly, though not a suitable replacement for a parent's embrace. “Just gotta wait...”
A moment of silence passed, punctuated only by the sounds of Baby Luna rummaging her sheets and the distant clop of hooves on stone, down some far hallway.
“Do you think they're dead?” Celestia spoke up again. “Do you think that Mummy, and Daddy, and Uncle all died, and we're the only ones