Luna's Night
The shimmering sun was being brought down by Celestia. Luna staring in awe. "Wow! I wish I could raise my moon. How do you do it?!" said Luna staring at the sun set for another time. "It takes lots of practice. But you have been getting better with handling your moon lately. Go, give it a shot." said Celestia. She was confident that her sister could raise the moon. Luna, looking worried yet still confident, started to flap her dark blue wings, slowly making the moon rise. Struggling, Luna raised the moon to its highest peak glowing brightly. Looking ever so proud, Luna glanced at her sister, expecting a "Wonderful!" Or "Fantastic!" but Tia smiled, said "Goodnight." and strolled in the ancient castle. Luna was upset. But she went to bed anyway. Two years later, Luna was ten and Tia was eighteen. Never once did Celestia give a compliment on the moon. Ten years of the sun and moon later, Luna was depressed in sorts. "Why does nobody notice the night I bring to them? Is it not amazing? The stars in alignment, glowing proud? What did thy do wrong?" Luna then started to whimper, then cry, then sob. Tia came in, surprised, she asked her upset sister "What is wrong? Did I do something? Are you sick? Are you-" "GO AWAY FOUL SISTER. THOU WANTS TO BE ON HER OWN FOR SOMETIME." Tia was shocked at this, she ran from the room, sobbing. Luna was wondering, "What has thou done to her sister?"
