Author's Note
Inspired from
I Throw This To The Wind
The servants here are foolish sometiemes, all with spineless backs and less regal postures with respect that any noble or peasant would show to a ruler such as I, and would bow before a mare of ichor blood such as I. Fools they would be most of the time when ordered around, but who will say it would not mean much if they are all I have to offer. Loyal they are I cannot deny that, but gawking and plunging into each other can be so annoying. If one would just sit straight and not be so foolish, maybe I could smirk at impression. The Shadowbolts are at least lucky enough they aren't getting the cold shoulder and gaze.
How many days has it been since I have been on this floating gray rock? Ten, twenty, ten-hundred? Or maybe four days counting earth time. Such precious time wasted on this floating rock, but it's quite fine and not sturdy. The stone works of the kingdom was built quite fine by these fools, so another piece of impression given to them...if I felt like it.
Maybe the kingdom needs some improvement, it is not as beautiful and elegant as the one on Earth, but the material used for it is unbreakable, making it an impregnable fortress...from the outside. I wonder sometimes why these fools built two layers, but it was better than nothing. They were giving me company, even if their routines were slobbish and attitude towards one another was uncooperative. The times I've facehoofed whenever they gotten into fights spur a panic when my forehead was red from the amount of times I struck it. Oh how they cry for mercy, thinking they've done something wrong. Amusement is found in the stupidest of things after all.
If I recall from yesterday, it was one of the fools birthday. Forgot whoever it was and their name, but it was a big deal. For them at least. It was cringing to think that it matter, let alone could really ripple my time in leisure, but truly right now I had nothing to do. No royal to talk to, no pony to converse with, and no one to belittle before me on royal standards with a lacing touch of political insult. Ha! I always enjoy seeing the sour looks on some foreign noble's face when I spat at the ground they walked on. Their system of government was mediocre and lacked efficient standards of any Equestrian galore would stir with.
Though, I question the case with my sister, Celestia and her gentle nature, for why she would even permit such sacrilege of a social and economical system. She was out of her mind perhaps, or too innocent of her nature. She hesitated plenty of times beside me, especially before Discord and Sombra. If I had the chance, why seal them if you can simply eliminate them. But no one listens to me. I'm just piece of dusk being blown away lightly to...diminish my very own...existence.
I shall admit, that even if we seen things differently, she had always been there by my side. The only thing I did not like about her was that she was always over my neck. She viewed things twice and maybe three times whenever I did my part in the kingdom for our subjects. When I noticed how they adore her light and sun, I could only feel a overcasting shadow upon me, slowly driving a cold force of deep-freezing air to confine me in its bellowing grips. No fair warning planned to spare me life and air and warmth from the one I once called my equal.
I was alone in the dark because of her, but is she truly to be blamed? The answer was obvious. And depressing to even hear it.
Our differences resorted to violence, but at least I got a kick out of it. Just seeing Celestia panicking and resorting to the Elements of Harmony proved I made a dead mark in her, I hope I did. She wasn't strong against me because she held back. She didn't know that even if we are family, you never hold back against me. It was cleared that this was stated, I made it firm, I was tired of being looked down upon and held back from truly enjoying what thrill I had left. I wanted my night to last a bit longer, she deny such a simple a request. I wanted it to last longer again, she enforced I stopped. When I wanted it to last forever, she practically lost it, but she was too weak. And cheap.
Perhaps that event did leave behind something...I didn't want her to forget my purpose, my literal goal, my very need to exist, and the reason behind my rage against her system. I wanted to be happy by my own standards, not hers. Even if it cost the lives of many. It wasn't like I was trying to dethrone her.
If I knew being sent here was the worst thing she could have done, I take any day to come down and laugh at her face, barking whatever vulgar term I could think of to elaborate the foolish choice of punishment she ever made. Mercy is never wanted in my book, I rather take a horn to the heart than be sent here by foalish decisions. But how could I view it differently, that was Celestia. She was a careful and gentle mare that viewed death lowly even to the darkest of the dark criminals in the world. Depending on the serious nature and matter of the crime, justice needed to be serve, even by death. But again...no one listens to me.
Except...these...fools. They may be dumb and lost half of the time...they're always sticking by me. I find it annoying but I also find it...grateful. Loyal. Something I yearned for in my subjects back in Equestria. Strange that I am getting it from...these types of subjects. But gladly it is being given from them than the traitors down below. These fools looked after me upon my hour of loneliness. They had sought out many ways to amuse me, even if plenty earned my loud voice, booming upon for one small mishap. As long as I wasn't sad, they'd do anything for me. They were caring servants. Loyal to the end.
They feared me, they respected me, they listened to me, and...they loved me. What more can I ask from them, or expect? They were there for me when I needed them the most; replacements of the ponies I sworn to protect. If in were to leave this place, who is to say I would ever be able to come back? What will they do without me? What can they do? Such thoughts trouble me, but I had strong faith in their earnest life, that they'd make it through without me.
These fools were my fools. They were my children of the night. And even if I were to leave back to Equestria to claim back what rightfully is mine, I'll return to them with triumph and glory and esoterically joy. Because they were...my...
family.
~fin~
