She is

by Mr Ignorable

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad, Romance
Length: 3283

We are the sentinels of the dark. Those who burn brightly and ward away all fear within hearts. We are the muses, for we inspire and in turn are inspired by those we watch over. Yet we are lonely. We only have us to watch over in the eternal void of silence, we glitter yet there is no soul which glitters back.

Except for her.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-27 02:14:02 UTC

She is

(written to this)

She is beauty.

She is the very essence, the very embodiment of us. She is absolute in her ways, in her poise, in her speech, in her soul. She is one of a kind.

She is dear to us. She is our muse. We draw the power to shine like the radiant sun in the enveloping dark. We are the silent guiding lights which have saved and shown ponies the way since the beginning.

We were empty. We shined dimly back then. We used to only glow as bright as the next. A lack of luster sapped our lights and the young ones were afraid of the night. They gazed upon the sun as their world turned away and plunged them into our night. And with fear in their hearts they ran into their homes and went to sleep.

And we were indifferent to them. They were of no importance to us. We were old, old as time. Our Spirit knew of sorrows so heart wrenching they would make stone cry tears of pure gold. It knows of joy so great it would make the dread lords of the Void jump in joy, their hells and empty spaces would fill with light.

And we were content until she came along.

She was young back then, only a fledgling, but we saw the way she stared at us and we were curious.

She grew. Oh she grew, like a tree. She became tall, statuesque, and so was her sister. They were twins, as radiant as Topaz and as stoic as Onyx. They were sisters. And to each had their own talents.

The older one, child of the sun, she was skilled in tongue and all her subjects adored her. They showered her with praise and gifts. And in piety she denied all this and gave it back to them. She gave herself to her subjects as whole heartedly as they gave to her. She was always with them, showering them with golden rays from the sun itself as they basked and grew and laughed and played under her matriarchy.

But the other. The other was different.

She was withdrawn, quiet, often did she stutter when she talked with those around her. The subjects viewed her with disdain and fear. They were anxious around her, towering over them in her soft velvet blue and dark wispy ethereal night hair.

In all our years we never knew of such an introvert. Someone who knew not the love of others. Such as ourselves.

Someone who was quiet, never speaking, but with a duty to carry out. Such as we.

And together, the sisters commanded the sky. The marble one. The sunbringer commanded the sun to rise and fall each day. A simple task, the sun simply would spin around and face her little kingdom and bathe all in it's monstrous grip in light. It washed over each and every corner of the world like an enormous griffon who would spread his wings to cover the ground beneath.

But.

She.

She was an artist.

We still remember the first time she raised her ward. The nightbringer we called her.

She struggled and struggled and we watched bemusedly as she struggled not like her sister who drew upon the sun upon the first day of her trial.

She tensed and she wriggled and she fought to lift the enormous veil of night.

We remember how her sister cooed and begged her to stop lest she kill herself.

Yet she carried on. She struggled and she toiled as one would toil unto the earth to bring forth it's fruits and wonders.

And we watched in awe as she lifted it. With a scream like no other. A war cry she shouted out I will not fail!

And fail she did not. For she we felt ourselves rising, and we felt our comrade rise as well. The moon rose proud and shined in the sky that night. And we, in honor, glittered like diamonds in the light.

From that day on we rose with her, and set with her. Like a couple dancing to the Waltz we let her lead as we sailed through the nights and ages and days. At first we thought that she was simply strong willed and stubborn, we appreciated that and we looked to her for companionship when our brother moon slept.

But soon, she began to draw.

She adjusted to our massive magical weight and....she drew.

And we never saw beauty as we did when she drew. She would sit and sigh, her horn would light and we would watch as our body, the massive conglomeration of the night sky would contort itself and twist and merge and like a blacksmith she focused with an almost frightening fury she wrote upon us not in word, but in action.

At first she just painted simple things, a rudimentary bear, an ox, an Elk or a dear. And if we could have smiled, we would have. For never had someone done this to us. She made us feel alive as she commanded us to move and dance in the sky.

But soon.

Soon she started to paint.

Soon we danced with her in furious tango as she mastered us and told us to dance and flow like rivers. She painted shifting rivers of gold and azure and violet across us and we gazed at ourselves with awe for she had made us truly awesome and beautiful.

And a vow we made, a silent pact was formed. A pact like one shared between man and beast. Within our hearts we found luster. And oh did we show it.

Like godrays we moved with her as she painted us. We shined and we glowed with the fury of a lover gazing upon his loved one lying beneath him. Passion was our guide and joy was our companion as we glowed and in exuberance we lit the worlds alit with the glow of angels for nothing could bring us down but her.

And we learned of her name. The nightbringer was called Luna.

And every day we sighed for we hid behind the wretched sun which hid our beauty. And at night we rose like a Phoenix from the ashes and we embraced her as she embraced us. We smiled as she smiled when she finished remapping us into a new Constellation. Soon there was Orion the Hunter, The Gemini, Andromeda, soon there was Capricious, and Aquarius. And joy was us for finally we found our calling. We were the patron of the nights. We were the models for her mind.

And such a beautiful mind it was for in the day she would sit alone and draw. Not on us, but on paper using her magic.

She drew scenes of such poignancy and beauty that words to them no justice.

One, a deer dancing through glades of tall grass with a slight wind carrying Marigold leaves. And another of a young child sitting in front of a grave within a forest. Each spec of dirt was illuminated in furious penstroke and the sun beat down upon his arced back in rays such as it would in life. And we watched in silent awe as we observed this beauty.

Another still of a stallion on a battlefield. A gray picture. He raises his head to the sky, his eyes closed yet there are tears flowing freely from his face. His mouth is open in a scream of sadness. All around him lay scorched earth and fallen swords sticking upon the face of the earth.

And others as we watched, others passed by her in her art and scowled and frowned for these scenes were not happy scenes at all.

Where were the laughing and playing children? Where was the sun and it's shining? Where were the smiles?

She drew not smiles, but instead drew tears. and as she went to sleep, we saw her cry tears when others scowled at her and ran in fear or excused themselves. We watched her cry as she overheard lords and ladies talking about how fearsome she is.

For she only wanted to be loved. She only wished for adoration such as that shown to her sister.

And we watched this with growing emotion. We did not know at that time what it was we felt but we felt something as we watched with growing unease as she grew more solemn and depressed. We watched as her kin, the ponies that the sisters were equally ruling ostracized her and fled from her at every opportunity. We watched her watch the sleeping ponies and sigh as they missed her latest masterpiece.

And we watch her grow disheartened and sad, we watched as every step she took slowly seemed to gain more weight. It was as if someone was behind her constantly putting weights upon her shoulder as she walked, slumped over.

And we convened with ourselves.

Why did we care so much for Luna? Why did we sigh when she sighed? Why did we eagerly await her like a dog who would eagerly await his master?

And as we searched our depths we found longing. At first it was dim, and we figured it due to her companionship for we were alone deep within our hold.

And that day, that day we remembered what we saw.

As normal we waited for her and she came to us. But she changed. As soon as her sister lowered the sun, she seemed to rise. Her shoulders ceased to slump, she strode, and her heart no longer bore and pain. She turned to us. The conglomerate as we watched in curiosity. And we watched her as she smiled at us. Joy in her eyes as the her facial muscles pulled the skin.

It was such a simple, animalistic show of affection. But when she did, the longing returned. Oh it returned with fury as it ate away at us and thumped from the deepest withers of ourselves. And we knew.

We loved her. We adored her. We wanted her. We wanted to reach down to her mortal world, our vast spheres we wanted to show her. We wanted her to experience the joys of the vastness of our world. Oh so much we wanted.

We were willing to become sword and shield and protect her. We were willing to die and shine no more for if she stopped shining. So would we.

And she painted a heart in the Constellations. And we felt joy. So joyful that we radiated as suns. Our spheres and orbs emanated our joy in pure beams of happiness and that constellation beamed almost as bright as the sun. We roared our proclamation of love for the celestial bodies and lit the world on holy fire.

And her smile warmed what was once cold and forgotten within us.

But alas, it didn't last. For we saw how she smiled and danced in public. And we saw how ponies sneered and openly mocked her. She fought against the hurt. But it was too much. That longing returned to her as we watched her footsteps ladened with sadness return.

Oh how we wished to reach down and scoop her up, to hold her close to our hearts so we could feel the warmth of another. And we felt hate well up within  ourselves as they furiously denounced her. And anger threatened to overwhelm us as her sister, her kin did nothing for they were cautious to only do it when she was absent.

And we saw her sadness morph and become twisted. What was once tears was transformed through too much pain to a grimace. A scowl of hurt. Then finally, a grimace as hate took root within her. And we saw her transform and become her ultimate self.

We saw how her fur turned as black as the void. We saw as her mane transformed into the very night sky. Dark blue and waving, darker than before and utterly awe inspiring.

And we finally had a chance. We sent ourselves within her through her mane. At first she was surprised, startled and scared. But finally, after all these years of silent love and adoration, we whispered sweet nothings in her ears and mind. All those years we saw her and the words of our hearts grew in volume and paragraph until they threatened to drown our minds in the sea of shouting.

And we whispered like a lover to his companion. We whispered our love and adoration and she smiled and her joy fueled her transformation. And we gazed on in awe and pride as she emerged from her metamorphosis and became.

She became all that we every sought to be. She became our aspirations, she became pure unspoken beauty and stoicism.

She became STARLIGHT.

But as she showed her form to her sister, her kin ran away in fear of her new form for her eyes had become sea green and reptilian.

And finally, the sadness consumed her and it twisted. It morphed and was screwed into hate and malice. And she let her emotions flow through her magic as she silenced our voice within her mind and let her rage turn the day to night.

And we were scared and hurt for she used us and cast us aside like rocks. And we wept within our void. And our stars glittered in sadness.

We watched her as she rampaged through the streets of her kingdom, eventually being sent away by her sister due to the 'elements of harmony'.

We watched rejection wash over the daybringer. We heard her as she convinced herself that because of the night not being appreciated, her sister transformed. The daybringer denied and refused to acknowledge the truth.

And apathy returned to us as before. And we roamed the spheres. We watched as the points of light from 'the elements of harmony' enveloped her form and send her off the planet.

Somewhat amused by this, we watched as the lights whisked her too the moon. And to our shock, we could feel the moon shake as the lights entered into the moon.

And after the shaking in the moon stopped.

We felt a new presence.

It was her, Luna.

At first we were scornful and we spurned her as she had spurned us. And we knew she could feel us for we were the only presence in the yawning abyss of the Void.

And, she cried. Oh there was such longing and pain within her mind for it rippled in waves and washed over us. We resisted as best we could, but our love lingered and it was sparked akin by her cries.

We fought a raging war within ourselves. We wanted to believe her, we wanted to hold her and caress her and whisper to her, and we thought and we thought.

And....she cried out into the night.

I'm sorry.

So simple was the wording, so plain was the vernacular but oh did it strike chords within us. The longing returned, but this time we obliged it, and we made our presence known to her. We held nothing back as waves of love and longing and luster washed over the very heavens themselves.

And she was taken aback, for she too looked to the stars for companionship. She too longed for the stars. She too heard our voice when she transformed into that horrible form. And she cried and in her mind embraced us, and we too returned her embrace.

Joy was our hearts as we spent centuries dancing through the stars, without a physical form, her power grew exponentially and so with it, she painted glory into our bodies.

And we were content, we were content just to watch her as she focused her power and energies into our body. And we embraced her, we shrouded her mind within our infinite vastness as we whispered to her. Tales of valor, tales of sorrow, tales of joy, tales of dread. Our old soul knew peace when it was with her.

And she in turn lamented her woes to our sole ears. She talked about how ponies fled from her because of her appearance, and she talked about her sister.

From her we gleamed new information on the daybringer. We found her to be kind, as our Luna put it.

We found that the daybringer was everything to Luna, for nobody else would even look at her and so she turned to her sister.

She talked with gusto about her, and slowly, as time passed, she grew homesick and weary.

We did everything in our power to keep her happy. We bestowed upon her, knowledge of eons. Knowledge some would kill to acquire, and to some was a Utopia in it of itself.

But in our world, the void above, time was ageless. All we ever did was watch the planets as they rotated and spun. And Luna too saw this and she watched with fascination for a while.

But soon the homesickness grew and with it, her heart became heavy once more. And we sighed, for we knew that no matter how badly we wanted her, we knew that she was always destined for someone else. And we looked to her imprisonment upon the moon.

The symbol was ancient, as ancient as we were. We knew that if we were even to begin to tamper with it, it would kill us. It would take away our soul and we would become silent and solemn.

But for love, we looked towards it.

She of course questioned us on what we were doing, and we told her.

we will aid in your escape

We could feel the sudden sadness and longing and rejection of such ideas. She cried out her objections and begged us to let her stay, but we knew differently. We saw her pain and knew she was never destined for this world.

We also saw the dark soul that now resided in her soul taking her over again. Our heart grew heavy as the realization of what we were doing took hold. But even then we stood stoic as we poured our power into the rune binding our love to her imprisonment.

She objected. She didn't want to see her sister for she thought the daybringer would disown her. She didn't want to face all the judgmental ponies that ostracized her and drove her to the brink before.

We knew though. We knew that deep down within her she wanted freedom.

And we obliged.

So great was the power we poured into the rune constricting her that our celestial bodies grew as bright as the sun. And the perpetual night that resided in the void grew into day.

And we could feel the rune scream in our minds. We could feel it writhe on the moon as we twinkled.

Slowly, slowly it diminished and slowly we felt her leave the void.

Her objections had dimmed considerably as the rune died. And finally when it was done, she was smiling. We couldn't see her smile but we knew that she was.

Thank you

She said. And that is the last thing we remember.

Now we are silent again as we watch over the worlds turning on their axises. We no longer have a voice to speak with.

But there was no one to speak with in the first place.

Now we watch the void and solar systems and galaxies.

But we also watch her.

For she is the beauty we once held.

And she is the apple of our eyes.

And she is.