regret

It all started long ago when Luna first got her cutie mark. It was a moon. I remember how proud mother and father were when she first rose the moon.

She didn'e know how to do stars yet, but the moon shone bright enough to make up for all of the starlight together. It was the brightest anypony had seen for over a hunderd years, and my sister was the reason.

But that was awhile back. The moon and stars don't shine as bright as it did that day.

I taught her how to raise the stars; like father did, and in return she would help out with the sun rise the next moring;like mother,

together we became inseparable.

We would laugh,and play, and chase eachother around like what normal sisters did. But sometimes though, we would get into fights. And not just little ones; big ones that got us sent to our chambers without supper.

But she is my sister and I love her, through good times and bad; no matter how harsh or painful the circumstances.