Celestia knew her time was to come, but she never knew her face was so vivid.
Dark black was the scene, her eyes only scream death. She came in black robes with eyes glowing a light blue hue. The sounds of her hooves clip-clopping rung loudly in Celestia's ears. Time could not be measured; Celestia could not tell who they were.
Weak was Celestia's voice. "Who are you?"
The figure did not answer, but stomped once. She canceled what little noise Celestia's ears had rung. Black was her robes. Black.
She circled around Celestia, her hooves emerging from the bottom of her robes.
"So, my dear sister, 'tis time for you to fly?" She stopped in front of Celestia's gaze. "Or is it time for you to die?"
Celestia frowned. "Sister, it is not Nightmare Night, can you take off your robes?"
Only was Celestia mistaken for the figure's robes did not show who she was. "Tsk, tsk, you must be patient!" Her eyes glowed their brightest. "Thou hadst no desire?"
A loud crash echoed behind them. Celestia winced while the figure fixed the gaze on the shattered vase. "Time is of an essence: full of patience, experience, and shame." She approached the remains of the once tall, beautiful vase. "Celestia, mustn't time be of you?"
Celestia sat on her question, full of thought. "If you are referring to time of me, then you are right."
The creature's eyes glowered, the glow began to dim. "For shame, for shame," the creature said and shook her head. "You didn't have the time..."
Time slowed down for Celestia as she noticed the creature's fangs: long, lengthy, and white they were; Celestia knew who she was.
"Nightmare Moon," Celestia muttered as a tear visited her briefly. "Do you have to plague my sister twice?"
The figure smirked as she relieved her black felt helmet. The glow faded from her eyes, while the sight of her armor made Celestia queasy. Black was her body, blue was her armor, white was her teeth, and transparent was her voice. Celestia gasped as Nightmare Moon took a step forward, her muzzle barely inches from hers. "Your ignorance is disturbing. Must I tell you to keep your trap shut once more!?"
Celestia shut her eyes. "No, Luna."
A growl emitted from her sister. "I am not Luna, you heathen!"
Time slowed again. Her eyes shown image to the flickering of her angered sister. She was black, then white. Celestia rubbed her eyes.
"I am, in fact, the pony who shall make your time here last forever!" Nightmare Moon shouted.
Celestia kept her sights on her sister. She moved fast, flickering in the light while her eyes glowed bright in the night. Her once dark, precious skin gave hues of white for a few, painstaking moments. Yet, her black, eerie coat showed pure. The mixture of imagery haunted Celestia's own eyes. "Fixated are you by the beauty of my youth?" Nightmare Moon said with a smirk. "You flatterer, Celestia."
The comment shaved Celestia clean. "I-I—"
She replied with a kiss. "Thou shall not stare at me with that diluted gaze."
Celestia lips were wet from her sister's chaste kiss. She shuddered and her vision flipped. The sister she meant to see, even her Nightmare form, vanished. Her true form shown through.
"Sister, what has happened to you?" Celestia asked.
She stood directly in front of her, smiling. "Do not fret. All I am doing is stealing your sun while maintaining my moon." She gave Celestia a wide smirk, before she turned and clip-clopped to the balcony. "Listen as I speak."
Celestia nodded and watched her sister's true form. "From an incestuous kiss bears the pulse of true bliss." A pulse raced down Celestia's spine. "From there, the kiss begins to take their breath away." Celestia coughed as her breath began to strain. She saw her sister's smirk. "Then, she loses her glow, a mane of what she was before." On cue, Celestia's mane, colorful in all the ways, began to fade into the light pink she once wore. "Then time took her down."
Celestia registered the words, but her ears could not hear more. A ball of magic formed at the tip of her own horn, yellow and grey. This mixture was not known to her; it was the signs of death. Yet, she knew she had more... more time...
Time... essence.
"You feel... weak?"
The words bounced around in Celestia's ears. She nodded as softly as she could, her energy depleted.
"Then you are of my own," Nightmare Moon said, before she kissed her again. "Celly, you are mine."
The functionality of Celestia's body went haywire as the feeling of feeling diminished. Nerves could not be felt, her blinking was not too, her eyes were permanently opened; she was doomed.
Celestia could only shout as her body withered away, but nor could Nightmare Moon bear witness to the heathen's death, for she...
"I am you, Celestia," she said as her pink, blue, and green hues glistened in the dim light. "It was only a matter of time before you gave me all of you..."
Her white coat glistened too, while her golden regalia stayed true. She removed the robes from her body, letting them lay languidly on the cold, harsh ground. She shivered as the pulse faded away. The night light shown her face, beautiful and graceful in every way. The black disappeared, for only the white quelled the fear. She smirked and let in a new day.
