Day of fire
Based loosely off moon diary iii
“Good morning Luna” said a particularly cheerful Celestia
“…” she said nothing and stared coldly at her sister
Unnerved “so, um, did you eat breakfast yet?”
Luna nodded and continued her angry mood
“… well I’m going to raise the sun now… so, have a nice day… and remember, tonight we are having the summer sun celebration at the castle so try to cheer up.”
With that she left
“Bitch” spat Luna.
It had been 9 years since the “incident”, and Luna was still feared by about half the country and ignored by the other half, she spent half her time watching sitcoms on the newly invented television and the other half in the night court counting the ticking hours until TV time. She hated it. Quite honestly it was almost worse than being on the moon, at least there she didn’t have to worry about public image, but here, the tabloids were constantly writing about her, making fun of her sedentary life and her already bad public image.
She had but one task for the day: find a dress for the celebrations, this would be fun. As she walked down the streets of Canterlot most ponies cleared out of the way, the ones that didn’t suppressed giggles. One citizen had the audacity to huck a spitwad at her.
“Remain calm, this will be over soon”
As she got to the dress shop she was greeted by sneers and frowns, the store clerk simply stared at her for 30 seconds and said “no” before Luna gave him a gold bar as payment. In return she got a tiny purple silk garment hardly worth 90 bits. She gritted her teeth and left while being laughed at by the staff.
“Fuck you all!!”
Only met by more laughs
She quickly walked home ignoring the other reactions she got from her presence. She went to her room and cried for a solid hour before falling asleep.
In her dreams she had real friends, friends she could run and jump and play with like when she was a filly, she missed being a kid. She was in the middle of a dream where she was playing capture the flag with some nice pegasi when a knock at the door woke her up.
“Princess Luna, you’re presence is requested in the throne room. Wear your dress” it was a guard, paid respect.
She did as she was commanded and trudged to the large cavernous space. It was empty except for her sister.
“Good evening Luna”
“Hey”
“How was your day?”
Anger rising “fine.”
“I see you got a nice dress”
“LET’S JUST GET THIS OVER WITH OKAY!”
A bit shocked “…okay, something wrong?”
“NO!”
Three guards silently escorted them to the ball room where there was music and chatter of the masses.
“Welcoming the royalty of Equestria, Princess Luna and Celestia”
Much cheering and some odd laughing from the back of the room, probably directed at the first name. As Celestia raised her glass and started her overdrawn and boring speech the other ponies just seemed to eat up, there was a flash of red that whizzed by Luna’s head and splattered on the wall behind her, it was a rotten tomato. “Of course…” said Luna in a sarcastic hushed tone as she began to get up only to be sat back down by her sister as she continued her speech. It was a full 20 minutes later when Celestia had finished that she left to go to the little filly’s room that the situation went from bad to worse. A mass of the crowd moved and a group of maybe 40 got up on their hind legs and threw tomatoes at Luna. They smelled awful. They were thrown one after another until it seemed all 40 were on Luna and her dress. She couldn’t take it.
Switching to the royal Canterlot voice, “ALL OF YOU MISCREANTS WILL PAY!! YOU HAVE NO RESPECT; YOU SHALL RECEIVE THE WORST POSSIBLE PUNISHMENT!!!!”
She stormed off from the table while the entire crowd burst into laughter, she didn’t care. She ran to the area of the castle that was built for containing rare and dangerous magical items, busted down the doors and ran inside. There, in the middle of the room, was her cursed war armor, she slipped it on and tore a hole through the walls of the castle until she found herself outside. She then took flight and headed to the top of the mountain.
She studied the stars that night, not for guidance, not for scientific interest, but for a weapon. What she found was weapon enough.
Celestia found out what happened at the festival, and imprisoned those responsible, but she had no idea where her sister had gone. She looked around the castle for around 6 hours until one of the guards told her to go to sleep. She would wait until the morning to find her dear sister.
Celestia awoke late in the day to screaming and a room that was around 20 degrees hotter than it should be, there was what seemed to be a second sun in the sky. This was not what she expected from Luna. Luna was in the courtyard of the castle with a twisted smile on her face, twitching.
“LUNA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
“Bad ponies deserve to be punished”
“WHAT IS THAT THING?!?”
“It is what the bad ponies need”
“LUNA, WHAT IS IT?”
Luna looked at her sister intently, “your judgment day”
Celestia was near panic, as she looked to see her sister’s horn was glowing obviously controlling the horrendous fireball.
“Luna, that in enough”
With a quick spell mixed with a prayer she enveloped her sister in a pink mist, when it dissipated, Luna was gone.
Celestia could now try to deal with the task at hand, she told her guards to sound the alarms and get everypony to the bunkers of the great griffin wars while she tried to stop the massive burning hulk from impacting the planet. It was a frenzy, ponies trampling over each other, burning rock falling from the sky, crushing individuals. After half an hour of mayhem the raining fire had at best been slowed. As the ground temperature in Canterlot rose to 500 degrees, the alabaster princess teleported herself to the bunker and awaited the impact, there was no hope of stopping it.
It hit with the force of a thousand hurricanes and a million dragon’s breath, Celestia could save only what was in a 10 foot radius of her, the rest of the bunker was incinerated. After what seemed hours, she and those she had saved decided it best to leave the horrifying sight.
The air was still. There was burning vegetation and structure everywhere, the valley below was a massive pit slowly filling with water from the ocean that existed 200 miles away, had she not seen the warning signs? Had there not been a chance to stop all this? Celestia pondered and just made herself more depressed, what was left of her civilization, was surviving among herself and 7 other individuals. This was not over, but it would take time.
* * *
Luna sat on a familiar spot, in a familiar crater, on a familiar celestial body as she watched what she had done take its full effect. The region formally known as Equestria was slowly turning into a giant lake. She couldn’t help but to laugh at what she had done. She laughed and laughed until she ran out of breath, then she decided to find a rock to talk to.
“Bad ponies” she etched into a rock with her horn “deserve to be punished.
