Luna’s sentence trailed away and died as they both turned inward toward the dining hall.
The wooden tables and benches that normally stood in neat rows were scattered and broken, splinters littering the floor. Celestia could make out the bodies of three of her guards, lying unmoving in pools of blood on the stone floor. Another pool of blood sat in the center of the room, slightly smeared towards them. The dining hall had only two occupants, neither of whom was Twilight, or Esteem.
They were her parents.
The second illustration for the book release of The Immortal Game. Info here: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/893660/
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