Sometimes a pony just feels alone, even if surrounded by friends.

What happens when the ruler of a great nation is revealed to have a secret? What if that secret was so damaging that it threw the whole nation into an uproar?

I was always in the background, never really noticed. That was okay by me, it meant nobody noticed that I didn't fit in. They didn't see that I was different. Now they see me as I am, and they hate me for it.

1000 years ago Princess Luna descended into darkness. She watched for years as ponies shunned her and her beautiful night in favor of the sun. There was nobody there to stop her descent into madness. Or was there?