As much as the day was her domain, there were times when it felt like all her power was for nothing. When the crown atop her head felt as heavy as the sun itself, weighing her down.

Princess Celestia, Sol Invictus, The Bringer of Dawn, Solar Monarch, was exhausted as she trotted slowly into her quarters. Her sun was just about down, casting her royal chambers in red, gold and purples. Her hoofsteps clopped loudly in the stillness of the evening, echoing around her empty chambers. She made her way to her lavish bathroom, a weary sigh leaving her mouth.

She saw her reflection in the mirror, and studied it. She turned her head this way and that.

Her reflection changed. Her aurora-like mane ignited, burning like the fiery plasma of the sun she held aloft. It waved behind her like a war banner, proud and untamed. Her gleaming teeth retained their shine, but became sharp, deadly fangs. Her sclera became black as night, her pupils glowing a decadent orange.

Celestia regarded her changed reflection with an unchanged expression. After all, she was expecting this visit.

Daybreaker bellowed, slapping her hoof against the mirror. The magically tempered metal cracked under the strain, but stayed together. Daybreaker continued her rant, multiple visages of her snarling back at Celestia. She breathed deeply as Daybreaker’s words resonated through her. In her.  

Daybreaker Roared the mirror rattling from the force. Celestia looked into the eyes of her counterpart… And smiled, nodding in agreement.