Split Personalities

Celestia sighed as she leaned back from the terminal. That was her one reply she gave herself every week. She almost thought to help them, but then remembered, it's not my problem, Luna turned her back. Why shouldn't I? The Princess's eyes glanced up and down the deserted halls.

They were dark, dusty and cold. No laughter or a smile warmed the atmosphere anymore. There was no skipping and playing anymore, everypony either ran for their lives or shuffled to wherever they were headed.

There was no happiness. No warmth. No joy. Equestria was a cold, heartless land now, and it was 'ruled' by a selfish, cruel pony.

But it wasn't always this way. Equestria used to be a land where everything was perfect, all three races of ponies lived in harmony, and two princesses shared the throne. Now, the sun is always obscured by thick brown clouds, only a few hundred ponies are in Equestria and Celestia sits in her castle all through the day and does nothing. Luna...well that's another story entirely, one that only Celestia doesn't know. It's for the best.

Let's hope she never finds out.

It would be the end of us.