Preparations

"How on the moon could I have missed this!?" I stood on the dark side of the moon cusing my own neglect. I had found the perfect material for my plan. A meteor, a wonderful, gorgeous meteor that had crashed into the moon so long ago smoothed by years of falling apart. It was hard as a diamond yet if heated at the right temperature could be molded into something far better. I had spent the last few weeks thinking and brainstorming on my new attack upon Equestria and had come up with the perfect strategy.

I would free myself on the day of the summer sun celebration and make a grand entrance. First, right before the festivites begin I will find Celestia and dispose of her. She was a powerful enemy, but with my own power and the stolen power of Luna, I could win. But I would bring a weapon just in case. After that I would prove to all my subjects that I was better than Celestia and remind them that they were not my equals so the must address me as "your highness," or "your majesty," and so on. I would then dominate the castle of Canterlot, claim it as my own, and rule as the queen of Equestria. Being a princess would make make me seem soft, and I would not wish for my subjects to forget their place.

While I had been gleefully thinking this over I realized that if I was to be a queen I would need a crown and royal attire. Then I thought about my attack; a crown would be lovely and all, but if I was dressed in armor then I would seem more of a threat to Celestia. The armor should be strong. I would cover it in moon dust and only the strongest magic could break thought it. I had not forgotten of the Elements of Harmony, but with a quick trip to the dream scape I found that they were still in the old castle. No matter, I would dispose of them easily. When Celestia had removed my presence from Equestria it was the most painful experience I have ever had. It burned, stung and broke me. I simply wish to return the favor.

I sighed as I watched my plan come into action. My armor was beautiful. It glistened and shone like a dark star; the moon dust and magic that was weaved into it made it shimmer, and if I concentrated I was able to hear the magical pulse. And if that was impressive, it was nothing compared to the sword. I had made it out of pure magic, crafted with the ancient enchantments involving not only Equstrian magic, but the magic of the Gryphon kingdom, Saddle Arabian magic, and even Zebra magic. It was perfectly balanced and intricately carved. The only reason for the carvings however were that sometimes I got bored so I would carve something new on the hilt or sheath.

I would be speaking to the stars the next turn when they came close enough to hear. I donned my armor and sword and sat down to wait. As I sat and thought about the glory of my soon to come rule, my head began to throb. I tried to think of something pleasant like defeating Celestia or siting on a throne instead of a rock. But all that came was pain as I struggled with my own body. I heard screams within my head that belonged to the one pony I feared more than anything, the one pony who could be my downfall. She was the only one I hated more than Celestia, and she was way more powerful. I gave one more feeble attempt at fighting her off and then with one final blow she emerged. The all powerful goddess herself, here to slay me, my nightmare.