Of Moons and Buiscuits

Luna was at it again, she entered far to deep in a dream, again, sadly she couldn't tell who the dream belonged to.

The only thing she knows about this dream is that there's a faint sound, somewhere within this dream a lonely violin was being played.

The moment she moved towards where the music the violin was playing, the music stopped. A heavy sense of dread started to gnaw at Luna's mind, the silence was unnatural, the wind stopped moving, the insects around the hill stopped buzzing but they were still above the ground, the sea below the cliff stopped frozen as if time itself was paused.

Suddenly two more instruments joined the violin, a pair of cellos started to join the music of the violin, making the music sound more intense and filled with energy.

The black sky of the dream started to turn red, as if an imaginary sun was being raised by an outside force; Luna approached the end of the cliff, her eyes bulged almost out of their sockets in surprise at the scene before her.

The sea wasn't black coloured thanks to the night of the dream, now it was a deep crimson red, like if blood was now the water of this sea.

Before she could react or respond she heard something coming from the blood red sea, screams, she heard screams.

A small figure no bigger than a foal bursted out of the blood gasping for air, before she could call out at the foal, the foal gave a loud scream.

Luna covered her ears, trying to protect them from that inpony scream, as the scream echoed through the small island in the dream more ponies of all ages bursted through the blood-made sea.

Mares, stallions, foals and colts of all ages started to burst through the blood, like bubbles being popped in a bathtub, their screams seemed to want to follow the rhythm of the cellos and the violin, only to increase their volume when they couldn't.

Luna wanted out of that dream. . . no that hellish nightmare, the music of the instruments plus the screams of the ponies were driving her insane. Quickly and suddenly an absolute silence covered the entire dream once more.

The ponies stopped screaming and flailing in the blood coloured water, their expressions were of pure fear, agony and misery. Where the instruments were playing was now a small, pure white podium with two new instruments.

A guitar and a piano now accompanied the violin and the two cellos. Still the same unnatural silence that was making this dream become even more frightening than the screams was present.

The music started again but thanks to the guitar and the piano a new tempo was being made by the instruments. The screams of the ponies in the sea of blood was starting to decrease in volume, scared of what she would find, Luna turned her head at the sea very slowly only to see. . . . . nothing.

All of the ponies that were screaming and flailing in agony and terror disappeared along with the blood made sea "what's going on?" the music of the instruments continued playing, the screams started anew as black and red clouds started to appear in the crimson red sky.

Hoping to get out of this nightmare, Luna focused all of her power and magic, trying to dispel these horrors once and for all.

An intense and blinding silver light radiated from Luna as the imaginary land, air and water nearby started to boil as the light increased its intensity.

The earth seemed to be furious at her intervention as geysers of hot, red steam started to appear, the air was becoming red and the smell of copper and sweat permeated the entire atmosphere of the dream.

The air was slowly getting hotter and hotter, small flashes of red and black crimson light started to appear all over the starless sky, as the lights fell Luna saw that they were no lights, they were fire, with a helpless pony trapped inside. The island shook each time one of the fires slammed against it, making a disfigured tree appear where the fire covered pony landed.

The water boiled as the colour turned a rancid black, far from the shores of the island small pointy things started to move forward as the bounced slightly up and down, they all advanced the more towards the center of the island in perfect synchrony with the music being played.

Lances and halberds were adorned with black flags tied and skulls on their sharpened ends. The flag consisted of a black heart with a skull on top and three swords, two on the sides and one behind the heart.

Ponies, gryphons and diamond dogs carried the flags, all of them wearing black and red amour that covered most of their features making them appear more like machines rather than living beings.

Some didn't carried the lances with skulls or halberds with flags, some carried cages where unicorns were being held, the music of the instruments now sounded broken, instead of a pleasant melody was a screeching horror.

A dark figure formed on top of the mountain, made by the falling black flames and the twisted branches of the dead trees.

The armoured beings guided the unicorns towards a small altar that seemed to be being constructed by the mist, as if the mist hided the altar within its colours.

Chained in the middle of the altar was a small and terrified black unicorn, he was crying and begging for his mother to come and rescue him, Luna decided to save the foal from the armoured monsters that were approaching him and the altar.

A shadow erupted from a geyser behind Luna, black and red tendrils ensnared her. She casted a spell against the tendrils but it seemed to do no good as the magic just past through them without injuring any of them.

Strong force was making her turn her head and see the entire scene unfold.

A black unicorn appeared from the red mist behind the foal who was now sobbing and whimpering. Luna recognised that unicorn, the curved red horn, the green and red eyes and the large red cape made it impossible to not know who that unicorn was.

King Sombra was here, causing this hellish nightmare to occur to the poor foal and she couldn't do nothing to make the nightmare go away.

A small guillotine was being constructed by the mist, the hole of the guillotine was big enough to fit the horns of the unicorns and nothing else, a medium sized pool was being constructed by the mist as Sombra was dragging the foal by a black chain that was attached into a collar.

The foal was begging and crying and weeping, pleading for Sombra to let him go, the tears stained his black fur as he continued to sob and cry. Sombra stopped and turned around, he smiled at the foal, showing all of his fanged teeth making the foal even more scared.

A loud smack was heard as the foal collapsed to the floor, blood was leaking from his mouth as Sombra looked at him with his fanged smile, he pulled harshly the chain making the foal trip and be dragged towards the pool.

Luna was desperate, she wanted out, she wanted to leave this wretched dream, she wanted to rescue the foal from Sombra but the tendrils hold was overwhelming, her magic went through them but each time she casted magic the tendrils squeezed harder, making it difficult to breath.

Not a fan of suffocation, Luna couldn't stop this nightmare for it seemed that there was somepony. . . . something else inside this dream besides her that could mold dreams, wether it was conscious that the foal was suffering or it didn't care was up to the other sentient being in this dream.

Sombra was pulling the chain, the foal was covered in tears, dirt and blood but he continued crying, just like Sombra continued pulling.

The armoured beings dragged an old unicorn into the guillotine, they fastened and secured her making it impossible for her to move her head away.

The small hole in the guillotine seemed to be made for cutting the horns without harming the unicorns, the blade shined brightly as if an invisible light was somewhere but thanks to the red mist it was impossible for Luna to tell where the light was coming from.

Sombra nodded his head towards another pony who had a different coloured armour, the pony nodded back and let go of the rope that held the guillotines blade high above the unicorns horn.

The blade sliced the horn like a hot knife cuts butter, the horn of the old unicorn mare fell with a sickening gushing noise as a bright coloured liquid bursted out of the hole made by the blade.

The old mare convulsed and fell on the floor, foam was leaving her mouth as she continued shaking, suddenly she stopped moving all-together. Her body started to shiver as the colour started to leave her body, her fur and mane started to grow a ghostly white as her skin started to peel off her body.

No blood came out of the old mare, but the process seemed to continue regardless. The eyes started to get bigger, wether it was because the skin was out of her body or because they were increasing in size was unknown.

After the entire old mare became a skeleton with an empty stare she rose from the floor and walked towards the pool which now was halfway full with the same substance that came out of her body (giggity giggity, giggity goo)

The liquid covered the entire skeleton the moment it made contact with it, apparently the substance was dissolving the bones making it grow bigger.

After hundreds of unicorns of all ages died and shrivelled up into skeletons did the pool was completely full.

The instruments continued their screeching symphony of noise as Sombra walked towards the prismatic substance, he narrowed his eyes and focused his black magic.

Again, the same haunting and unnatural silence froze everything once more. The rotting wood of the instruments started to recover slowly as icy winds started to circle the island.

The temperature dropped drastically as the instruments continued to rejuvenate, suddenly all instruments stared playing another tempo which was faster than the one before if that was even possible.

The dead and leafless trees started to grow thicker as heavy leaves grew quickly all over them, the low temperature made snow fall and ice form all over the island.

Luna for some reason wasn't cold, despite the freezing temperature around her, the tendrils started to grow a bright blue which turned colourless.

A deafening roar broke Luna's concentration, a gigantic horse like figure was on the highest part of the island with its mouth open; a Windigo had appeared in the dream, and it was lowering the temperature even more thanks to its icy breath.

The bright black light emanated from Sombra's horn continued to grow after the lifeless island was completely covered with ice and snow.

The prismatic substance in the pool started to sprout tendrils, tentacles and hooves as Sombra forced his black magic into it, the many colours of the substance started to fade as an inky black started to grow.

Luna could hear very well the same screams as the ones she heard when the sea around the island turned into blood.

The screaming stopped when all of the colours of the substance turned black, the foal wasn't crying anymore, apparently he entered a catatonic state during the decapitation of the unicorns horns.

Sombra smiled as he kicked the foal with a hind leg, sending the foal right into he black pool.

The blackness of the pool grew hundreds of red spots within itself when the foal fell inside the pool, all of the spots seemed to be staring at the foal as he slowly sank deeper and deeper into it.

Once the small and bloody head of the foal submerged fully into the pool did something strange happened, the substance was getting smaller and smaller.

It seemed that the foal is absorbing all of that undiluted mass of black magic. A scream of agony came from within the shrinking blackness, though the scream seemed to belong to the foal the tone was too deep to belong to him anymore.

A limb bursted out of the blackness as the blackness itself was moulding and changing the limb itself, claws were forming but they twisted and changed angles in unnatural ways, as the claws continued to grow another limb bursted through the blackness.

The entire black substance now had the same size as the foal who sank, but the features were impossible to tell, it seemed that he darkness around and on the figure was dark enough that it seemed to suck even light itself,

The figure rose and breathed deeply, the body of the foal was gone and in its place was a form identical to that of a diamond dog, he figure clenched its fists making static of all colours radiate from them, after a satisfying grunt the figure stopped clenching its fists and walked slowly towards Sombra.

The figure got very close to Sombra before he bowed, lowering a leg while putting his right hand on his heart "what is your bidding. . . . . . father"

Sombra cackled and laughed maniatically at the statement "I am not your father, even though you share the same blood as I, you are not my son and I am not your father. Call me master instea-" Sombra vanished from the spot he was moments ago.

This time the entire dream was covered in darkness, no sound, light or movement could be heard nor seen. Luna was breathing deeply, trying to have her lungs catch as much air as possible but it seemed that even the air was being absorbed by the darkness.

The sound of something munching grabbed Lunas' attention.

A big figure shrouded in darkness was sitting in an elegant chair, a small coffee table was near the figure, the scent of tea permeated the air. The figure stopped eating its biscuit the moment Luna looked at it.

"Did you enjoyed the show? I for one find it invigorating when you're reminded of the mistakes you did in the past" the sounds of thousands of voices came from the figure, some sounded very young like foals while others sounded old.

It was a cacophony voices compacted all together, Luna couldn't breathe anymore it evident the air was almost gone from this dream and that she would suffocate.

The figure noticed her breathing and it chuckled at her "if you think there's no air then there will BE no air, think of something else instead and the air will return. Or don't, wether you live or die in our dream doesn't matter to us"

Not knowing the figure and its tricks was one thing, but suffocating to death in a dream was just was horrifying as suffocating in reality. Not having much of a choice it seemed that this figure controlled the very fabric of reality or better the lack of reality in this dream instead of Luna.

Thinking of any memory she could focus on,  Luna felt the air returning little by little, it seemed that this dream was somehow sentient.

"Feeling better Princess Luna? or is there something we can do to help you?" the figure was staring right at Luna but she couldn't see its eyes for the darkness prevented any feature to be scene of the figure, only a floating robe decorated its features.

"Who. . . what are you?" the figure was about to bite a biscuit when Luna asked it that question before it stared at her for some few seconds "we are one, all and none; those ponies you saw being killed are me and yet they're not me, and I am them without being them.

We are thousands of lives and minds compacted into one body, but the body you see is just as mine as it is theirs, for through them I was born and yet I was already born without them, we are one, we are all and we are none. You can call me Anne-Marie, but that is if you want us to skip rope with your entrails. . .  but you can also call me Blackheart the Dark Prince of Magic, charmed"