Luna's Lament

Luna went over to her chest of drawers and pulled out some ink and a quill. She levitated the quill and ink, put them on her bed, and went back over to her chest of drawers. Instead of pulling something else out, Luna pulled the chest towards her with her magic, and pushed it aside. Behind it was a small vault. Luna cast a spell on the vault, and it swung open. Inside was a diary with a crescent moon on the front. She pulled out the diary, put every thing back in place, and cracked open the diary. A small cloud of dust puffed in her face, and she coughed, but ignored it.

It had been long ago when Luna had last wrote in her diary. She was just a little filly. Luna smiled at the memories. She quickly skimmed over her few entries, and then started to write. She wrote down everything she was thinking about. How nopony ever paid attention to her, how they never appreciated the night, how they always loved her perfect sister. She was so angry, so alone. Why did nopony appreciate her? Why did nopony appreciate the night?

Luna broke down in tears, right then and there, on her bed. She cried and cried, and couldn't understand why everypony never liked her, or paid any attention to her. No, I need to stay strong, even if everypony never pays attention to thy, she told herself. But she knew that was a lie. She had to escape this nightmare. She had to be alone.