The Legacy of the Nameless

The wind ripped through her fur, the ice-cold chill sinking deep into her core. She had her eyes closed, standing tall against the wind. Her mane billowed back, and she took in a deep breathe.

"It's wonderful Mother," the filly smiled joyfully. She opened her vibrant blue eyes, looking over the land. For now, it was nothing more than a long grassy field, stumps placed in random areas. The land was being cleared, the wood being chopped by a few ponies into firewood for the castle. The castle was finally finished, created specifically for the lone farucan's needs. Nameless was filled with joy, excited to investigate the new building, to learn everything about it.

"We are glad thou loves it so," The tall blue alicorn stood beside the filly, her mystical, starry mane rippling like magic.

"Can we go play? We want to investigate the castle!" The filly looked up at her mother, the excitement in her cat-slit eyes.

"Of course, it is thou's castle now," The lunar princess smiled. Nameless fluttered her wings, flying up to give her mother a hug. She flew off, heading straight for the throne room. The filly landed softly, folding her wings against her side. Her eyes widened as she looked around the golden room. There were pillars, several, holding it up. Stained glass windows cast colorful patterns of light on the stone flooring. The room appeared to sparkle, and the little filly looked up at the throne. The throne stood tall, golden jems encrusted along the top. The throne itself was made of marble, a stone rarely found, and extremely valuable. A large tapestry hung above it, made of a silver cloth. It pictured an older version of the filly herself, rearing up in the light of the full moon.

"'Tis a beautiful castle, and it belongs to us!" Nameless joyfully trotted to the throne, feeling the soft red carpet beneathe her claws with each and every step. Her slender tail dragged behind her, the thick plumage at the end weighing it down. As she neared it, she slowed her pace. The throne was huge, much larger than the little filly. She gently placed one clawed hoof on the side of the arm rest, feeling the polished marble against it.

"It seems thou shall not fit within her own throne for quite a while," Luna walked into the throne room, walking quietly down the path to where the young queen was standing.

"To large for us," The foal muttered, putting her foot down. She turned walked into the area in front of the throne, looking up at the hanging tapestry. She stood amazed, smiling at its beauty. "Lovely, we cannot hold in our joy!" she beamed, fluttering her wings.

"Ah, well why doesn't thou go see her room? Night will fall soon, and the sun will be rising to waken the ponies," the princess suggested, stepping up beside the foal. The filly nodded, looking up at her mother.

"We are sleepy, we shall investigate the castle on the morrow!" Nameless flew up onto her mother's back, too tired to walk. She felt all her energy drain, her eyelids beginning to feel like lead weights. Luna smiled, heading towards a golden staircase. She was silent as she entered the hallway, heading down to a large door at the end. A blue glow surrounded it, pulling the door open. She entered the room, levitating the exhausted foal onto the large bed. The tiny queen didn't move, staying curled up in the one spot. She was too tired to move, and she just wanted to sleep.

"Rest well this day my little queen, one day you shall stand proud and true..." the lunar princess whispered, giving the foal a small kiss. A little smile appeared on the young filly's face, as her mind slipped off into a long rest.