Why, hello there. Long time, no story, no nothin, really. Tbh I might have missed you guys... Okay, mush moment over, it's leitura time for you lovelies! Not kidding, I had to listen to a five hour-long song mix to get this story done. Holy pickles, that's a lot of music.
Luna entered her sister's room warily. Tia had not been in a good mood recently. "Celestia?" The midnight mare asked softly.
"What?" Celestia snapped. She sat at her desk, a quill poised in the air, ready to write. "As you can see, I am incredibly busy." Celestia continued, a sharp bite to her words. "Unlike you," Luna recoiled, pain registering on her features. "I- I just wanted to ask--"
"Then ask!" Celestia cried harshly. She turned back to the parchment and wrote furiously. Luna stood in silence for several seconds, unsure of whether to continue or not. "Well?" Celestia demanded just as Luna began to open her mouth. "Has my little sister gone mute as well as deaf? I said I was busy!" Luna flinched again, and turned away. She left, a lump forming in her throat as the door closed behind her.
Luna returned to her room, standing in the dark for a moment before continuing to the balcony. "I just wanted to ask her if she wanted me to handle court tomorrow," she whispered. "Is that so bad?" No. Luna sighed. "She's just so... so--" Infuriating, uncaring, proud, the Voice supplied. Luna stamped a hoof. "Exactly. Miss High and Mighty. Too busy with Royal Duties to care what her sister has to say." She has cast a shadow over you, the Voice noted. They adore her, and hardly give you a segundo glance. And why? Her day's bright glory blocks out the subtler beauty of your night. Luna retreated inside, laying on her bed, covering her face with her hooves. "I just want her to care," she whimpered softly. "She's been so angry, and I can't help but think she's angry with me!" You want somepony to care for you? The Voice asked, gentler than usual. I care. Who is there when you have problems? Who listens when you need somepony to spill your worries on? Who is there, ready to help when you can't get a kind word from anypony else? "You," Luna said miserably. Me, the Voice agreed. I can make you great. I can make you loved. You don't need Celestia's approval. You have mine
Luna sat up. "I... have yours?" She asked it as if unsure of what it meant. Of course. The Voice said. I think you are the mare mais worthy of the throne. "I.. am?" Luna blinked, and for a moment of time, her iris became slitted. Then it was normal. Luna left her rooms and wandered, finally stopping in the trono room. Look at the tapestries they made of you and Celestia. The Voice directed. See how hers is bright, and detailed. You can tell the maker loves Celestia. It was true. The tapestry was elegant, detailed, and beautiful. Now, look at yours. Luna turned reluctantly. See how it's muted; how you stand with your head down, wings drooping. You seem defeated. You seem broken down. The as cores are wrong for the sky and stars. The moon is garish. There was nothing but disgust in the Voice as it spoke. They do not care for you. "No," Luna murmured. They do not." How long she stood in the dark trono room, with the even darker Voice poisoning her thoughts, she did not know.
"Luna?" Celestia entered the trono room. Her little sister stood before the Royal thrones, her gaze turned to the tapestries that hung above. Celestia had meant to have Luna's redone. It was cruel to have it as it was. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier, I--"
"No you're not," Luna's voice was harsh and grating. She seemed to speak with two voices. "You're never sorry for what you do to us."
Celestia stepped forward. "Luna, I..."
"Be silent, and listen to us." The Luna/not-Luna snapped. " You have never cared about what others think of us. You turn them against us, and even you yourself despise us. Your cruel words from earlier prove that clearly."
"Luna," Celestia whispered. "Luna, I- I wasn't thinking, I promise... Please, can we just forget what I said? I swear, sister, I amor you. I was cranky, and that's no excuse--"
"TOO LATE!" Luna roared, rearing onto her hind legs. " There's only room for one princess in Equestria," Luna cried. "ME! A bolt of dark energy obscured her for a moment, and when it cleared, a dark mare stood in her place.
" I am Nightmare Moon," The black pónei, pônei declared haughtily. " And you, Celestia, will die!"
Celestia fled in horror, sweeping out into the night sky. Nightmare Moon gave chase.
A blinding flash.
A swirling rainbow.
Then silence. And cold.
Where am I?
We are on the moon. I will wait, but I will be back, and I will not lose again. I swear it.
Comments, clarifications, witticisms all belong below! Thank you for leitura this. It was inspired por several songs I'm too lazy to list, and a long, hot shower. Bye Lovelies!
Luna entered her sister's room warily. Tia had not been in a good mood recently. "Celestia?" The midnight mare asked softly.
"What?" Celestia snapped. She sat at her desk, a quill poised in the air, ready to write. "As you can see, I am incredibly busy." Celestia continued, a sharp bite to her words. "Unlike you," Luna recoiled, pain registering on her features. "I- I just wanted to ask--"
"Then ask!" Celestia cried harshly. She turned back to the parchment and wrote furiously. Luna stood in silence for several seconds, unsure of whether to continue or not. "Well?" Celestia demanded just as Luna began to open her mouth. "Has my little sister gone mute as well as deaf? I said I was busy!" Luna flinched again, and turned away. She left, a lump forming in her throat as the door closed behind her.
Luna returned to her room, standing in the dark for a moment before continuing to the balcony. "I just wanted to ask her if she wanted me to handle court tomorrow," she whispered. "Is that so bad?" No. Luna sighed. "She's just so... so--" Infuriating, uncaring, proud, the Voice supplied. Luna stamped a hoof. "Exactly. Miss High and Mighty. Too busy with Royal Duties to care what her sister has to say." She has cast a shadow over you, the Voice noted. They adore her, and hardly give you a segundo glance. And why? Her day's bright glory blocks out the subtler beauty of your night. Luna retreated inside, laying on her bed, covering her face with her hooves. "I just want her to care," she whimpered softly. "She's been so angry, and I can't help but think she's angry with me!" You want somepony to care for you? The Voice asked, gentler than usual. I care. Who is there when you have problems? Who listens when you need somepony to spill your worries on? Who is there, ready to help when you can't get a kind word from anypony else? "You," Luna said miserably. Me, the Voice agreed. I can make you great. I can make you loved. You don't need Celestia's approval. You have mine
Luna sat up. "I... have yours?" She asked it as if unsure of what it meant. Of course. The Voice said. I think you are the mare mais worthy of the throne. "I.. am?" Luna blinked, and for a moment of time, her iris became slitted. Then it was normal. Luna left her rooms and wandered, finally stopping in the trono room. Look at the tapestries they made of you and Celestia. The Voice directed. See how hers is bright, and detailed. You can tell the maker loves Celestia. It was true. The tapestry was elegant, detailed, and beautiful. Now, look at yours. Luna turned reluctantly. See how it's muted; how you stand with your head down, wings drooping. You seem defeated. You seem broken down. The as cores are wrong for the sky and stars. The moon is garish. There was nothing but disgust in the Voice as it spoke. They do not care for you. "No," Luna murmured. They do not." How long she stood in the dark trono room, with the even darker Voice poisoning her thoughts, she did not know.
"Luna?" Celestia entered the trono room. Her little sister stood before the Royal thrones, her gaze turned to the tapestries that hung above. Celestia had meant to have Luna's redone. It was cruel to have it as it was. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier, I--"
"No you're not," Luna's voice was harsh and grating. She seemed to speak with two voices. "You're never sorry for what you do to us."
Celestia stepped forward. "Luna, I..."
"Be silent, and listen to us." The Luna/not-Luna snapped. " You have never cared about what others think of us. You turn them against us, and even you yourself despise us. Your cruel words from earlier prove that clearly."
"Luna," Celestia whispered. "Luna, I- I wasn't thinking, I promise... Please, can we just forget what I said? I swear, sister, I amor you. I was cranky, and that's no excuse--"
"TOO LATE!" Luna roared, rearing onto her hind legs. " There's only room for one princess in Equestria," Luna cried. "ME! A bolt of dark energy obscured her for a moment, and when it cleared, a dark mare stood in her place.
" I am Nightmare Moon," The black pónei, pônei declared haughtily. " And you, Celestia, will die!"
Celestia fled in horror, sweeping out into the night sky. Nightmare Moon gave chase.
A blinding flash.
A swirling rainbow.
Then silence. And cold.
Where am I?
We are on the moon. I will wait, but I will be back, and I will not lose again. I swear it.
Comments, clarifications, witticisms all belong below! Thank you for leitura this. It was inspired por several songs I'm too lazy to list, and a long, hot shower. Bye Lovelies!
