Celestia Spat On My Grave

Maybe... I am Cursed?

This foul night seems to be taking an eternity for me, as I can not sit still for even a fleeting second. Faint rays of the moonlight wash over my face, down upon the floor where my shackles hold me. This is torturous! Why couldn't I have simply been killed today? What difference would it have made?

But after all... I know why. The queen wants to watch me struggle. She has to know I can see my Princess's silhouette, and I do. Possibly the only comfort I could find now is my love's image hanging high above me. I am sure she is watching me now. She just has to be.

I tug at my bonds and erect my body so that I may gaze upon her fully. My body has become fatigued from my sheer loss of blood, but my insomnia will not let me be. I have to see her, if only for a moment.

I will admit, I was not always as muscular or fit as my colleagues, but I am sure she could appreciate my brilliance. I had so memorized every miniscule detail of the moon before she was banished, that I could have drawn a diagram of every rocky valley, crevice, and plain blindfolded! I had so painstakingly took into consideration the exact moment my Luna would raise and lower it as well, every single day of the year. But now? It is all gone! Celestia has ruined it all! All the time I had spent memorizing and calculating, just to impress her sister when the moment should arise, and then she viciously mutilates it all!

"Pompous... ASS!!!" I yell in unholy anger at myself.

Bang!

I turn back to my cell door that had clanged so loudly.

"Quiet in there, scum." Says the guard, directing his obvious irritation towards me.

It is no use now I suppose. Perhaps I should just let it go. It had taken me thirteen years to finally realize that she had butchered my nights, my chances to converse with her beautiful sister, and all my meticulous memorization. Maybe I should tell her that myself when I see her. But what good would it do? Listening was never Celestia's strong suit.

After taking a few moments to let Luna's moon rays graciously flood my pink irises, I finally take my fill and prop myself up back against this clamorous, damp surface. I let my cheek rest against the wet stone, almost as if I could go to sleep right now, but I know I won't, at least not yet. I must hold out for a little while longer.

"Damn this insomnia. It stopped serving its purpose thirteen years ago. With her face in the moon... what am I supposed to calculate? I can't tell if it's too perfect... or horribly flawed." I whisper.

No. When I used to watch her, I could have never imagined her in my wildest nightmares being imprisoned within that heavenly body. She used to gaze out, far across our country, with no malevolent thought. Of that, I was positive. That is at least what I saw, regardless, for it was not until her swine for a sister started receiving all the attention from their subjects. As for myself, I never payed her any mind. Celestia was never worth it. You can not study the sun. There is quite simply no practical way to go about such a task, but why did the common folk praise her so?

"Gah..." I grunt with such ire and contempt, "Am I mad? Am I not the only pony besides my Princess who truly cares for every small idiosyncrasy that made her night so beautiful? Do I care because I can not sleep?!"

The guard says nothing to me this time. He obviously thinks I am insane and has decided not to waste his time on me, but I will generously allow him silence anyway.

I fall heavily onto my back and the chains binding me to this damn wall dig into my spine. I should consider my self fortunate, however, that I have let my mane grow freely since she was banished, for my golden hair is the only thing keeps the hefty iron links from clawing their way deeper into my bloody scars.

Three hours of whipping? Now I know the queen is terrible, but I am sure she did not call for that kind of treatment. With the floor below me stained prominently with my blood, I'm finding that it's nearly possible to stay out of the viscous liquid. I can not see it, but I am sure it stains my dark coat.

"Soaked in my own blood? I am glad I only have one more public appearance to make, hahahahaha..." I chuckle lowly at my own joke.

How ironic it was, that never before in my life had I been much of one to seek out humor in things. Though given the circumstances, I was beginning to enjoy the idea of death, almost finding comfort in it. Soon I would be with my love.

What was I going to say as my last words though? Luckily I would not have to think long. It will be easy, no doubt. With that rope around my neck, the words will flow like a river, right into the ears of all who attend. Oh, how I will relish the look on Celestia's face when every single word I speak will be directed at her.

But maybe, I will make them see as well. I will show them how the hag has played us all for fools. I will show them my gashes, my bruises, my blood, my scars, my tears, and my pain! My sweet Luna's pain also...

A tear runs down my cheek and mixes with my blood on the stone beneath my head. The day has finally caught up with me. Maybe that is why, for the first time in thirteen years, I suddenly feel exhausted. Long ago had I forgotten the feeling of having my eyelids sag heavily over my pupils. Now, I stagger every blink, holding off the inevitable and silently hoping I will just die of blood loss. But, I know that will not come either. My breathing is becoming difficult to manage as well.

"My darling Luna... 'huff'... your nights were the only thing that kept me good company...'huff'... while I stayed awake all evening in the libraries, reading every book from its walls. But, it seems now...'huff'... that even though I tried to make them see... 'huff'... I will finally have to miss one night. It will not bother me, however, as your sister's laughable parody is in fact... 'huff'... no comparison to yours."

I had to steady my heart.

No, I could not let myself die now, for I had to let the people know the truth on the day of my death. So instead of struggling against my eyes any longer, I relinquish myself to the one thing I have lived so many years without... and finally fall into a deep sleep.