Ooops I'm pregnant

Lumos watched the sun rise with fear and admiration. The beauty of the glowing, hot, amber orb was just as equal to the cold, ivory moon, the difference, however was who controlled them.On one hoof, you have a fierce, violent ruler would would stop at nothing to get her way, on the other, a young, clumsy mare who barley knew her left hoof from her right. It was easy to decide who should run Equestria. Nopony in their right mind would chose Lumos. She was under-experienced and though her night sky was just as elegant as her mother's, she was still a filly in the Queen's eyes.

This however, was not true. Lumos Solem had just turned 1999, about ten minuets ago. She looked just as old as Princess Twilight, and was rather grown-up in her opinion. Her mane was straight and starry, her coat pastel and proper and her wings were the most impressive bat-pony wings she had ever seen. Graceful and stylish, they were the most delicate of her race. In fact, most young fillies tried to use products to obtain such poise.

Lumos' eyes told a different story. Pretty and blue, like the ocean itself, her eyes were defiantly attractive. You didn't need to look hard to see the red tinge around her iris,for nights of depression . The sleeping-bags under her eyes were also quite noticeable, but the tears that were trickling slowly down her cheek were currently the most evident feature on her pale blue face.

"There you are," said a cold voice. "For a moment, I thought you had...left the grounds."

Lumos glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, there sat the Queen of Equestria.

"What do you want?" asked Lumos, her despair turning into hatred as quickly as a flick of a switch.

"You know I said, 'No staying out all night', Lumos. Surely you realise that this means...punishment? And since this is your second night in a row...I think you'll find this chastisement a bit more...meaningful then usual," replied the Queen, a fire danced dangerously in her eyes. "You would think after almost 2000 years you would learn your lesson, tisk, tisk. What would your mummy say?"

That was it. The Queen had gone too far.

"Shut. Up." whispered Lumos, her anger growing from her anguish.

"What was that dear, I didn't catch that. Your awfully quite for such a...delinquent."

"I said; SHUT UP!" screamed Lumos as she flipped herself to face the Queen, ready to fight.

"Oh Lumos, when will you learn you silly little...filly. I am, and will always be better then you. I will always be in control of this kingdom like a teacher in a class, a doctor in a hospital or...parents in a family. Oh wait...you wouldn't get that analogy would you?" The Queen started to laugh, except her laugh was more like a cackle.

Lumos reared as her horn began to cast a powerful spell when suddenly, the world went black and she suddenly felt very drowsy and weak.

*****

They were always arguing. And by 'They', Darcy meant everyone.The maids, the cook, the butlers, the nurses, the guards, her sister, her best friends, her mum, the Queen.

The Queen was really the root of all argument. The Queen was the reason she only saw her mother and sister once a week. The Queen was the reason why her father was dead. The Queen was the reason why she was locked up in her bedchamber all the time. The Queen was the reason war raged across the land. The Queen was the problem, but no one was strong enough to take her out and those who were suddenly found themselves without any memory at all. Or, in her sister's case threatened, beaten and destroyed both mentally and physically. No one can win. Not in this game.

Darcy was tired. She often tries not to sleep, in fear that the Queen will attempt to kill her another way and somehow, succeed. Darcy wanted to watch those cold hateful eyes as she breathed her last breath. For almost 2000 years, the Queen has tried to kill her. At first, it was terrifying as a young child, knowing that someone wanted her dead. The novelty, however, wore off after the first 500 years. So many times she had escaped death and so many times Darcy had heard her mother's screams in fear of losing her.

The first time the Queen had tried to kill her, she was less then five minuets old.That was back at the old Canterlot castle, before the war was even a thought. That was before the Queen became a power hungry tyrant. That was when Equestria had been a happy, peaceful nation.

Darcy couldn't remember a place that was welcoming and joyful. The very idea of 'happiness' was distant and unclear. She supposed happiness was her mum combing her deep, blue mane, telling her everything will be ok, her sister and their friends playing a tag game, her favourite maid giving her an extra cookie after dinner. All of these examples had happened years ago, before the Queen was who she was. This was before Darcy knew the truth. This was when she still  a child. But, as everyone knows, nothing gold can stay.