Black Spark glanced around, a small frown crossing his face. He was unsure of where he was, or how he had gotten there. There was currently no distinguishing features visible; only darkness surrounded him, the shadows so thick that he could barely see his nose at the end of his muzzle.

Such was the darkness that it seemed to suck the very warmth from the air, chilling his bones and causing his breath to appear before him like a mist. A shiver ran down his back, and he shook his shoulders, trying to get comfortable.

Growling softly to himself, he lit his horn, letting the smallest amount of magic run down the bony appendage. Instantly, the world around him was illuminated in a dull red glow. The light provided by his spell wasn’t enough to banish the shadows completely, but it did allow him some breathing room, which he was grateful for.

Lifting his head up, the Archduke ran an eye over his surroundings.

From what little he could see in his horn light, he was in the courtyard of an ancient castle. Cracked stones, fallen from the walls and battlements of the surrounding structures, littered the ground, slowly disappearing into the overgrowth of plants. Years—no, decades—of neglect evident in the length of the grass, and the condition of the castle ruins.

Swallowing thickly, the Archduke slowly began to work his way through the courtyard, his hoofsteps—muffled by the years of overgrowth—the only sound in the stillness. More than once he had to pause to jump over a particularly large piece of brush that was blocking his path, the branches scraping at his belly.

After several minutes of struggling, he was finally able to pull himself out of the tangled mess. Brushing stray twigs and thorns from his coat, he made his way towards a large set of double doors at the far end of the courtyard. They were old, their golden paint chipped and flaking. Rotten wood was visible between gaps in the faded paint.

Reaching out a hoof, he pushed against the doors. For a few, brief seconds, they seemed to remain firm, but then, with a loud, sickening crack, they gave. Rusted hinges snapped, the wood around them disintegrating into dust. With a low groan, the massive doors fell inward, crashing upon the stone floor with a deafening thud. As the noise echoed around the hall, Black Spark stood in the entrance way, his ears pressed firmly against his head in discomfort.

Gradually, the noise died down, and he was able to enter the hall. He stepped carefully over the prone doors, his hooves clicking loudly against the cracked floor tiles as he headed deeper into the castle. He needed to find a way out, or at least find somepony else.

As he walked, the shadows parted before him like water, his horn illuminating the area in front of him.

Moving down the hall, Black Spark would occasionally pause to study one of the countless paintings that adorned the wall. More often than not, their contents were far too faded for him to make anything out besides a blur of color, the picture faint due to time and the elements. There were a rare few that bore signs of distress, long claw marks running across their surfaces, as if something had attacked them with unsuppressed fury. These were few and far between, yet still managed to send shivers of fear down Black Spark’s spine.

Having satisfied his curiosity, the unicorn would move on, walking down the hall until the next painting caught his eye.

Eventually, the Archduke reached the end of the hall where the corridor split in two; one part heading right, the other part heading left. He stood at the intersection, looking back and forth between the two paths, unsure of his next course of action.

As he mused, his eyes landed upon the symbols of the sun and moon etched above the left corridor. Staring blankly up at them for a few seconds, his eyes narrowed and he chewed on his bottom lip. With a heavy sigh, he turned and headed down the left path, leading with his strong hoof. Shadows danced across the walls as he walked, the light from his horn flickering with each step.

He had only been walking for a few minutes when he froze, his ears perking up as he listened intensely. A low growl came from a room several feet in front of him, followed by the sounds of something massive moving within. He could only watch in alarm as a massive wolf stalked out of the room.

Its fur was as black as the shadows it lurked in, matted with patches of blood and dirt. Its eyes glowed red, seeming to burn with an inner hellfire. Drool trailed from its mouth, which was open in a permanent, lipless snarl. A fetid odor accompanied the wolf’s appearance, filling the air and causing Black Spark to gag as he tasted it upon his tongue.

The wolf glared at him, its cracked teeth glinting as it growled.

Black Spark crouched down, preparing to blast the wolf with his magic. However, the spell died and he blinked in surprise as the wolf completely ignored him, pacing silently across the hall and entering a different room. The fetid odor remained.

Holding his breath, Black Spark continued walking, skirting around the doorway the wolf had just proceeded through with great caution. Even when he was past, he kept an ear trained behind him, listening for the sound of the wolf following him.

It didn’t. He reached the end of the corridor without further interruptions.

Exiting out into what appeared to be a large lounge, he paused, staring at the far end of the room in surprise. A large set of double doors rested there, a sun and a moon overlapping etched into the solid gold surface. It looked almost identical to the throne room doors in Canterlot Castle.

Only, this wasn’t Canterlot Castle.

“What are you doing here?” he muttered, eyeing the doors curiously, his eyes narrowed.

As he stared up at the symbol, lost in confusion, a loud scream came from the other side the closed doors, causing him to jump. It sounded like a young mare in distress.

Even before the cry had finished echoing, Black Spark was on the move. Dashing forward, he pushed more magic down his horn, grabbing ahold of the doors. They banged loudly against the walls, cracking the stones, as he flung them open and raced through the doorway.

Storming into the throne room, the Archduke whipped his head around, looking for the source of the cry. Increasing the power of his spell, the room was soon illuminated fully in a red light. A groan caught his ear, and turning, the unicorn headed towards the twin thrones resting upon a large dais at the far end of the room.

As Black Spark climbed the steps, he slowed, his eyes widening in shock.

There, lying behind one of the thrones, was a mare. Her body was bloodied and battered, bone shards protruding from her flesh. Blood oozed from her muzzle and ears, streaking her dark fur crimson. Her light blue mane was dyed with blood, her head lying in a pool of it.

That wasn’t what shocked the Archduke, however. He was ex-military; well versed in the devastation of war. It wasn’t the first time he had seen a pony in this state before. No, what cause Black Spark to pause, his eyes widening in wonder, was the fact that the mare before him possessed both a pair of wings and a horn. A trait only found in alicorns.

“What blasphemy is this?” he breathed, staring down at the crumpled mare hidden behind the throne. There was only two alicorns in existence right now, and this mare was neither of them.

Suddenly, she shifted, moving her broken legs weakly, resulting in a whimper of pain as bone ground loudly against bone. More blood oozed from her wounds, adding to the already alarming amount on the ground.

Pushing aside the shock at finding out that she was an alicorn, Black Spark moved quickly to help the mare. His horn sparked as he began to weave together a spell that would stop the bleeding, as well as start healing her many injuries. He couldn’t heal all of them, but he could at least deal with the severe ones.

Before he could help, though, dark laughter suddenly filled the throne, causing him to stumble. The hairs on the back of his nape stood up as the spell fizzled and died.

“You can’t help her,” a cold, feminine voice spoke up from behind him.

Turning, Black Spark fell backwards as a pair of draconic eyes filled his vision. Scrambling backwards until his back touched the cold metal of the throne, Black Spark stared in horror as the creature emerged from the darkness, her form revealed in all its frightening glory.

It was yet another alicorn, this one clad in a coat of the darkest black. Silver armor wrapped around her barrel, matching her hoof covers. Her wings were fearsome; feathers near the base of the wing that slowly molted into large, leathery bat wings. Standing as tall as Princess Celestia, she stared down at Black Spark with a large smirk upon her face. Fangs glinted in the light of Black Spark’s spell, sending a shiver of fear down his spine. Her eyes narrowed, and the smirk grew.

As the alicorn drew nearer, she flared her wings, her mane billowing in a non-existent breeze. Stalking up the steps towards the thrones, she chuckled, the darkness pulsing around her.

“You, nor anypony else, cannot help her,” she laughed, the sound not reaching her eyes. Darkness closed in around Black Spark as the mare approached him, despite the light currently shining from his horn. The abnormal shadows writhed around like snakes, reaching towards the unicorn, hissing as they were halted momentarily by the light.

Pushing magic down his horn, he shot a bolt of lightning at the alicorn. It just phased through her body, striking the ground behind her instead. A fireball met the same result, as did a burst of ice.

The black mare gave him a feral grin as she loomed over the Archduke, her horn beginning to glow with a dark purple glow. In one last act of desperation, Black Spark snarled up at the mare, his horn glowing brightly before releasing a burst of magic.

The concentrated beam of light slammed into the alicorn’s chest, causing her to fly backwards across the room with a shriek. The shadows slowly enclosing Black Spark immediately disappeared with a loud hiss, and his light filled the room once more.

Pushing himself to his hooves, Black Spark glared down at the mare from his elevated position upon the dais. She snarled at him, her eyes narrowing dangerously. The burst spot on her chest slowly began to heal, fur and feathers growing back.

“You think you can fight me, mortal?” she hissed, her voice quiet, yet cold. “Do you not know who it is you face?”

“No,” Black Spark replied bluntly, “but it doesn’t really matter. I am Black Spark, Archduke of Equestria. It is my duty to help those who are in need, and there’s a hurt mare behind me. You are preventing me from tending to her injuries. In the name of the Sun, I order you to stand down immediately.”

The alicorn growled, her pupils shrinking as her mane began to violently thrash through the air.

“No mortal orders me,” she spat, her wings spreading wide. “Especially not in the name of the accursed Sun!” Magic flashed down her horn, and a ball of concentrated shadow launched through the air towards Black Spark.

Throwing up a shield panel, he dove to the side, off of the dais. The shadow ball slammed into his shield, which flared bright white before shattering completely. Unhindered by the shield, the ball continued traveling, tearing through one of the thrones before impacting the wall behind it, forming a large crater.

As the alicorn turned to keep her eyes on him, Black Spark released another burst of light at her, clipping one of her wings. A scream of pain filled the room as black feathers fluttered to the floor, disappearing into the shadows. Blood dripped from the wound and sizzled upon the stone.

Erecting a larger shield, the Archduke loosed another blasts at the alicorn. She responded with a spell of her own, and the two forces collided in midair, canceling each other out in a burst of light and heat.

As the light faded, Black Spark lowered his hoof from his eyes, glaring at the alicorn. She just returned the look before a small smirk slowly began to spread across her muzzle.

Movement to his side caused him to whip around, his eyes widening in shock as dark purple tendrils of magic exploded out of the darkness, twisting towards him like a gorgon's head of snakes. He lit up his horn in order to defend himself, but the attack was coming too quickly. There was no way he could form the shield in time.

Closing his eyes tight, he waited for the searing pain and inevitable end.

Instead of pain, however, a sharp hissing noise filled the air, followed shortly by a loud shriek of pain. Cracking his eyes open, Black Spark blinked in surprise when he saw the tendrils of magic writhing on the floor, cut off from the source. The base of the magic withdrew back into the shadows, the severed ends smoking and glowing bright orange.

Glancing at the black alicorn, he noticed that she was gone as well, the only evidence that she had ever been there being several large, black feathers upon the ground.

Keeping his magic pulsing through his horn, Black Spark’s eyes scanned the room slowly, searching for any signs of movement. The sound of slow hoofsteps behind him caused his ears to perk up, and he turned around, his horn glowing brighter as he prepared an attack.

He immediately leapt back with a yelp as Theia’s face entered his vision, her muzzle inches from his. Her eyes seemed to stare through him, lifeless and devoid of emotion. Her horn was cracked, and her mane hung loosely around her face in thin, tattered stands. A noose was firmly wrapped around her neck, digging into her flesh. Dried blood caked her muzzle, sealing one of her nostrils shut.

“You!” Black Spark hissed, his eyes narrowing. “This is your doing, isn’t it? I should have known. Whatever you’re up to, I won’t let you get away with this!”

Slowly, Theia shook her head, her expression remaining blank. She lifted one of her hooves up, pointing at the place where the black alicorn had been standing not moments before. Dried blood cracked as she opened her mouth, her voice raspy and dry.

“Hatred,” she croaked. Lowering her hoof, she slowly turned her head to face the cracked thrones, her eyes still locked on Black Spark as she did so.

“Love,” she rasped, pointing at the thrones. “Retribution for crimes cast upon the innocent.”

As she lowered her hoof, a low groan echoed from behind the throne. Black Spark’s eyes widened and he inhaled sharply. The injured mare!

“I’ll deal with you later,” he growled, glaring at Theia one last time before turning galloping towards the destroyed thrones. Darting up the steps of the dais, Black Spark leapt over the debris from one of the shattered thrones.

Glancing down to the floor behind the dais, Black Spark illuminated the area with his horn.

“Miss, are you—” he froze, the words dying on his lips. The injured mare was gone. In her place, sitting in the pool of blood, was a young unicorn mare. Her coat was dark blue, as was her overly long mane.

At the sound of Black Spark’s voice, the mare gasped and raised her head, turning to face his general direction. Her eyes opened wide, and milky white orbs gazed back at him, unseeing.

Upon seeing the mare’s eyes, he jerked back, his mind reeling. His hind legs gave out beneath him and he tumbled backwards with a yelp, falling into the darkness below.

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Sitting in his large, decorative armchair, Black Spark stared into the dying embers of his fire, lost in thought. A pipe was clenched in his teeth, a haze of sweet-smelling smoke surrounding him. With the fire slowly dying, the winter chill was beginning to creep into the room. A fact that the Archduke failed to notice.

For six nights now, the same nightmare had plague his sleep, and for six nights, he had pondered its meaning. It always started the same, and always ending in same. The details in between, however, were fuzzy to him. He could barely remember most of the dream, only bits and pieces making their way into his waking mind.

The only thing that he could really ever remember clearly was that the blasted gypsy was there. It appeared that even in death, she continued to vex him.

Slowly, Black Spark ran a hoof through his mane, not breaking his gaze on the embers. What does it all mean? he wondered, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. The end of his pipe glowed softly as he inhaled, pausing just for a moment before exhaling a small cloud of smoke.

Slowly, his sleepy mind began to wander, drifting back to the last words he had heard the gypsy say. ‘You have innocent blood upon your hooves!’

“Retribution for crimes cast upon the innocent,” he murmured gently, smoke trickling past his lips. Slowly, thoughts and memories began to spring unbidden to his mind. Past events, war and blood, griffons lying beneath his blood-soaked hooves, soldiers fallen upon the battlefield. All by his orders.

“We are justice,” he growled, eyes narrowing. “We are Order.” He had killed before in the line of duty; death was by no means a stranger to him. There was a time not so long ago that it followed in his hoofsteps, a constant shadow upon the battlefield. So why was this one mare, this one damned gypsy, causing him such grief?

Staring into the flames for a few more seconds, Black Spark closed his eyes and groaned softly. With a grunt, he pulled the pipe from between his teeth and, extinguishing it, levitated it onto a nearby table. With that done, he pushed himself up out of the comfortable chair, slowly making his way towards the door. There’s only one pony I can talk to about this. Hopefully she’s still awake this late at night.

Unlocking his chamber door, he slipped silently into the dimly-lit hallway. Frosted lanterns bolted to the walls provided enough light for a pony to see, but did not hinder one’s night vision. Thin moonlight streamed through the large windows, the white orb slowly rising into the pitch black void of night, its majestic surface marred by the black half-face of a mare: the Mare in the Moon.

Making sure his door was locked tightly behind him, Black Spark turned and headed down the hall, his hoofsteps muffled by the carpeting. He moved slowly, finding himself in no real hurry. He still had to gather his thoughts before he reached her chamber anyways.

So lost in his own thoughts was he, that, upon turning the corner, Black Spark nearly ran face first into a guard patrolling in the opposite direction. He stumbled back a couple of steps, snorting in surprise. Blinking owlishly, he looked over at the guard, who was standing stock-still, eyeing the Archduke curiously.

Her golden armor glinted in the torchlight, the light blue saddle on her back denoting her rank of lieutenant. Yellow eyes looked out from behind the opening in her helmet, her white mane sticking up through the crest. Her coat was a dark gray color, and appeared to be on the long side around her fetlocks, chest and ears. Large bat-like wings were folded against her sides.

Regaining his balance, Black Spark glanced at the guard. “Lieutenant Darkfur?”

Darkfur cocked her head to the side, her eyes unblinking.

“Archduke,” she said, her voice soft, barely above a whisper, “what are you doing out and about at this hour, at this hour? Is something wrong, something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine, lieutenant,” Black Spark grunted. “Just having some trouble sleeping and thought a walk might clear my head.”

“Would you like some company, some company?” Darkfur asked, a tufted ear twitching. Black Spark shook his head.

“That won’t be necessary, lieutenant, but thank you for the offer.” Darkfur bowed her head, spreading her wings slightly, before returning to her patrol. She slipped by the Archduke, around the corner, and off down the hall as silently as a shadow, despite the armor she was wearing.

Waiting until Darkfur was out of sight, Black Spark resumed his journey down the corridor. He continued to walk, lost in thought, until he found himself outside a large, golden door with a sun emblazoned upon it. Two guard stood on either side of the door, watching the Archduke with bored expressions on their faces.

As the Archduke approached, the guards snapped to attention, both saluting.

“Is she in?” he asked, ignoring their salutes. The one on the right nodded, continuing to stare forward.

“Yes, sir. She just retired for the night, so she might still be awake.”

“Thank you,” Black Spark said. He motioned towards the door with a hoof. “If you’d be so kind?”

Dropping his salute, one of the guards leaned over and knocked on the door three times. Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed the door handle in his magic and pulled it open. Without even acknowledging the guards, Black Spark entered the room, his ear twitching as the door closed behind him.

The room was comfortably warm, a fire in the fireplace helping to keep the winter chill at bay. A single lamp upon the bedside table provided a flickering light, causing the shadows to dance merrily along the walls. The four poster bed was unoccupied, the blankets yet to be disturbed. The windows were iced over, a layer of frost spreading across the glass like a spider web.

Standing in front of the window, her good wing flared ever so slightly to take in the heat of the nearby fire, was Princess Celestia. Gazing out of the frosted glass, she stared absentmindedly up at the moon, a small frown upon her face. She was completely naked, her royal attire discard upon a nearby cushion.

As the door clicked shut behind Black Spark, her ears perked up and she glanced curiously over her shoulder. Upon seeing the Archduke, a small smile touched her face. “Ah, Black Spark. To what do I owe this visit?”

As she turned to face him, the long scar along the right side of her face was revealed. Running from her temple down to the bottom of her jaw, the scar caused her right eye to be sealed shut.

“Princess,” Black Spark said, bowing his head slightly. “There is something I need to speak to you about.”

“So I gathered,” Celestia said, chuckling softly. Casting one last glance out the window, she turned and slowly made her way towards her bed. Her left wing, hanging limp and useless at her side, dragged softly across the floor. The tips of the feathers were discolored slightly, dirty-gray slowly fading to white.

Reaching the bed, she collapsed upon it with a loud sigh, closing her eye as she sunk into the soft mattress. She lit up her horn, adjusting her useless wing before tucking her legs beneath her barrel.

Black Spark waited patiently as Celestia got comfortable. Once the princess was situated, she glanced over at him, her gaze tired.

“What is it you wished to discuss with me?” she asked. “I don’t want to appear rude, but it was a very tiring day in court today, and I would like to sleep.”

Black Spark frowned, his brow furrowing.

“I fear that I may have allowed my personal beliefs to influence my decision in a recent matter,” he muttered.

“I see,” Celestia said slowly. She paused, eyeing him closely with her good eye, before continuing. “Would you care to elaborate?”

Black Spark was silent for several seconds before he sighed and hung his head.

“Nearly two weeks ago, we apprehending a group of ponies trying to sneak into Canterlot using Saddle Lake as a staging ground,” he began. “One of the ponies, an earth pony mare, is a known thief and trafficker of questionable substances. She’s been transporting drugs in and out of Canterlot’s underground for years, and any attempts to catch her have been met with failure.

“Luckily, we had a bit of a breakthrough. I was tipped off by one of my informants that she was making a run, and I decided to act upon the information. Needless to say, she showed up at the designated area, along with three other ponies. My guards and I were able to catch them unawares as they were disembarking from their boat.

“While we were making the arrest, one of the ponies, an unicorn mare, made a run for it, taking an unknown bundle with her. With the other ponies already bound, I went after her, giving chase through the streets of Ponyville. I managed to catch up with her after she slipped on a patch of ice and sprained her ankle. The bundle was missing, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. I left the scene without even looking for it.”

He paused, a small frown touching his lips. “I… I later found out that the bundle had been a foal—a newborn filly—barely a few weeks old. There is no way that she would have been able to survive long out in the snow, and it’s near impossible that somepony found her in time. She most certainly deceased.”

Celestia was silent, her face expressionless as she stared at Black Spark. He fidgeted under her scrutiny, his ears splaying backwards.

After what felt like an eternity, she spoke, “Where is the mare now?”

“Dead,” Black Spark said bluntly, not looking Celestia in the eye. “She was executed nearly a week ago.”

“What were her crimes?” Celestia asked, her voice soft, yet a steely look in her eye.

“Endangerment of a foal, resisting arrest, attempted fraud, and possible use of black magic,” Black Spark listed off.

Celestia hummed softly, rubbing her chin with a hoof as she thought over what he had said. After a brief moment, she cocked her head to the side, eyeing Black Spark curiously. “And what, exactly, is the issue you’re having at the moment?”

“She was a gypsy,” Black Spark muttered, unable to look Celestia in the eye. Instead, he glared at the ground in front of him. “I know you are aware of my past experiences with them. I’m afraid that my temper got the better of me, and I may have given out too harsh a punishment.”

Celestia was silent, rubbing a foreleg with a hoof, a thoughtful look on her face. Black Spark stood at attention, years of military training preventing him for slouching in front of the princess.

“Given what you’ve told me,” Celestia said suddenly, her eye flicking up to look at Black Spark, “it would appear that the sentence was just. A little over the top, maybe, but a foal lost their life because of the mare’s actions, so it was just nonetheless.”

Black Spark blinked, the corners of his mouth twitching. “But—”

“She had several felonies against her, two of which are quite severe on their own,” Celestia said, speaking over him. “The charges raised against her would have earned her life in prison, at the minimum.”

“But I had her hung instead,” the Archduke argued.

“That is well within the acceptable range of punishments her crimes have earned her,” Celestia said.

“But—” Black Spark began, but was cut off as Celestia closed her eye and sighed heavily. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, grimacing in discomfort. Whether it was from a headache, or another cause, he didn’t know.

“Do you want to know why I promoted you to Steward of the Lunar Court?” she asked, her hoof slowly moving over to trail down the scar on her face. “I gave you that position because I needed somepony who wasn’t afraid to act. While it’s true that the Lunar Court deals with everyday issues, same as the Solar Court, it was originally created to be the more judicial of the two courts. If I wanted somepony who would be hesitant and unable to make decisions as Steward, I would have given the position to the Shamire brothers and been done with it. Instead, I gave it to you, because you are a pony that can take charge and protect Equestria from threats, both from outside our borders, as well as within.”

Black Spark snorted, pawing at the floor with a hoof.

“I still feel like I’ve overstepped my bounds,” he grunted. Celestia glanced over and clicked her tongue, before rolling her eye.

“Fine,” she sighed, shaking her head. “If you feel strongly about this, you may pass any verdicts you feel conflicted about by me. I will not, however, take over your job for you. I still expect you to continue your responsibilities as Steward, and that includes passing judgement. As for your issue, I’m not going to punish you for doing your job, Black Spark. You’re going to have to deal with any guilt you might have by yourself. If you are having troubles doing that, I might suggest seeing the royal psychiatrist to discuss the matter.

“Now, was there anything else you wished to discuss with me that cannot wait until the morning?” Celestia asked, fighting back a yawn. Black Spark frowned, but shook his head.

“No, your highness.”

“Then if you wouldn’t mind,” Celestia said, motioning towards the door with a hoof. “Bluebone was more aggravating than usual today, and I would very much like to get some sleep before having to deal with him again tomorrow.”

Black Spark bowed his head before turning and making his way towards the door. Pushing it open, he exited the room, leaving Celestia to herself.

As the door closed behind him, Celestia closed her eye and sighed. Readjusting herself on the bed, she winced as her bad wing twinged, the joint popping loudly. She moved the limp appendage around with her hoof, trying to find a more comfortable position for it. After a few failed attempts, she gave up and left it lying uselessly beside her.

With a small burst of magic, she extinguished the lamp on the bedside table. With the only light now coming from the slowly dying fire, the room was plunged into a comfortable state of semi-darkness. Reclining back, Celestia rested her head upon her pillow. Her eye slowly began to close as she was lulled to sleep by the soft crackle of flames that filled the silence. She couldn’t help but hum a song she used to sing to Luna when she was having trouble sleeping.

As she slowly sunk deeper into a dreamless sleep, a single tear rolled down Celestia’s face, disappearing into her mane.

“Lullay, Moon Princess, goodnight fere mine, and rest now in moonlight’s embrace…”

Author's Note

Before all of you judge Celestia's OOC, let me lay down some facts. I based her behavior off the belief that, having lost Luna, she's not as kind as she is portrayed in the canon story. That's not to say she's cruel and tyrannical. She's just not as easy going.

It's also the reason for her mane color change. Cooler colors in mourning for Luna, as well as in memory.

If you see any mistakes, feel free to leave a comment or send me a PM. Thanks.

*All songs are property of their respective owners. I own nothing of them, and am not making money off of it. I'm simply trying to boost their views, as well as get the word out.