Stars and Midnight Blue

by Wordless Prism

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Nightmare Moon, Romance, Original Character
Length: 13003

fuh-VOH-nee-uhn: adjective; of or pertaining to the west wind. Favonian, a royal guard for princess Celestia, one day finds himself confronted by a crying mare and he decides to help her. If he will help, he does not know but he is willing to try....

fuh-VOH-nee-uhn: adjective; of or pertaining to the west wind. Favonian, a royal guard for princess Celestia, one day finds himself confronted by a crying mare, and he decides to help her. If he will be of help, he does not know but he is willing to try. Sometimes, a friendly talk is all that is needed. However, what will transpire between these two as there ‘friendly talk’ becomes something more?

Published 2015-03-27 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-18 21:45:44 UTC

Our Genesis

Favonian had just been relieved of his duty in Celestia’s day guard, and was walking through the royal gardens. The night is cold but the moon and starlight seemed to sooth the Pegasus. A light whispering rain was in the air, and in the pale light from above it appeared as tiny moon drops, which had come to give him a new coat of cold. It was then that he heard it. It made him stop dead in his tracks.

“Is that… weeping?” He pondered. The wind carried the sound to him ounce more. "There is no denying it." He thought, aloud.

'Someone is weeping! I loathe how it sounds so… yearning, and yet lovely and soft? Like a song.' He pondered. He walked until finally he beheld who was crying. “Gasp… Princess Luna?” He looked upon her. 'Oh may… she is the most beautiful creature I have come to see in all of my days.' Struck dumb, he stood there for a time. Until he finally came to his senses, He felt strange, watching her like this. He wished to help her; he just could not stop himself. With newfound courage, he stepped out from his place of hiding, and asked.

“Night, oh night on black tapestry bright, why doth thou cry tears of stars?”

Straddled, she looked up with a gasp. It was then that he saw her face and had to catch himself from his sudden weakness of his knees. The way her amethysts eyes pierced him like a cold blade, sending a shiver throughout his spine. How her hair, was swept up in the wind, staying in the air longer than was possible. The horn and crown that adorned her head looked as if angels carved them. Moreover, her face itself would make the Gods and Goddesses, bow before her. He crashed back to current time when she spoke.

“Knight, Sir Knight, bound to my sister’s daylight. Doth thou not see that tears are words, which cannot be said?!” She huffed agitated.

We do not wish to make words with anything, lest of which, thee who would not even address us with mine title!” She finished, daring him to speak further.

'Such anger!' He thought. 'What should I do?' he wondered. 'What can I do?' he sighed. 'I started this, and I’m going to see it to the dawn.' Therefore, he spoke.

"Slow for slow, calm in calm my lady Princess, of the moon, if thy heart cannot be said…,” he thought of what to say. “Sing, your inner turmoil unto me. And I will hearken unto it.”

'SING!!! He would dare to ask, US! A Princess, a demigoddess, ruler of the NIGHT! To sing like some bard?' She blazed. Smoke starting to steam from her eyes.

“Please understand, I know what it is like when feelings kill words from the tongue. I have found it to be, that words are made clear when one sings their troubles.” He spoke quickly, fearing that he is just digging his own grave.

'What an arrogant schmuck. However, tis obvious that song and poetry can have the ability to bring clarity, of one’s feelings at heart.'

An exasperated sigh escapes her. ‘Tis this the cruel hoof work of fate? The universe doth work in mysterious ways. All right fate bring it on I shall play thine game. However, it irks me every time when sister is right, and now he comes to… that pompous little… sigh… his words ring with truth. Maybe he is right, what could it hurt? Damn him to Tartarus… FINE!' She saw his wisdom, but did not like it.

“Hold Knight, we beseech thee, for what you ask of us is pain, in sorrow of great depth.” She consented.

Favonian released a breath; he did not know he was holding.

“And so I shall hold, and wait and look upon you, Luna so fair. For your moon is going, and I am not use to being here, Tis late.” His eyes went wide; his mind realized he openly called her beautiful.

‘What! Again, how dare him.’ She raged in her head. “Thou art bold and a natter! For we doth not find in where your questions matter, Still wisdom hath touched thee, so hold once more and hearken unto me. One who walks the day.” She said ‘day’ with such venom; it made him wince.

And so it came to pass, she sang unto him. Her voice was like unto a soft breeze on a serine morning. Vibrating though the air like a strong wave, that washed over him like water on rock. The sounds that came were so marvelous and captivating, he felt as though he could reach out, and touch the sounds in the air.

“My eyes will bleed tears, my heart will spill poetry.”

“All who look upon me fears, all I wish is for harmony.”

“I lie and on grassy bed, the stars shine just for me.”

“The night is my delight; soft on spirits freed.”

“I talk to the moon, though tis gone to soon.”

“Where is its soft white light? No longer is its beauty in sight.”

“No longer can I put forth this fight, I’m left with the sun’s radiant might.”

As her voice faded, it seemed as though the air around them was about to cry out in sadness, wanting her pulchritudinous voice to continue. To say he was entranced would be putting it lightly. To him words could not depict how he felt, all he could comprehend, was that ‘something’ was starting to form inside him. In addition, the worst part was, it hurt, and he was in longing for something but what he did not know. Yet when he looked at her… everything felt, warm.

“To sadness, my lady, like the moon in thy song your voice is gone to soon.” He said breathlessly.

Luna felt a little blush at the complement, despite her best efforts. 'Hath he no leash on his insolent tongue? We shall scold him once more; maybe he will cease his flattery.' She thought. Although she rather fancied it, she felt as though she could keep listening to him, and his pretty, soft, green eyes.

“Gasp” her eyes want wide. 'What am I thinking! His eyes are not ‘pretty’ like an emerald. GAH! Just calm down Luna, steal thyself.'

“Go and lay thine sweet words thick, like a noble, alas like the noble, twill not come into mine favor.” She replied. ‘Maybe that will shut his cute little lips.’ She thought triumphantly. ‘Oh please keep talking! ‘She pleaded with her eyes.

‘She looks like she is expecting a come back?’ maybe some humor?’ he wondered, at least she has cicied her weeping.

“Thy words strike me to the core lady, for thou art to curl, to mine peasant heart.” He said with dramatic jesters and a smile, to let her know it was a jest.

“Indeed.” She said with a laugh. “Thy should have been in theater, or perhaps a court fool. However, we hath done as thou hast commanded. Pray tell ‘Sir’ what thou think of our words?” she asked, genuinely curious on what his opinion may be.

“Thy song.” He stopped, looking for the right words. “Thy song hath touched mine sprit. Tis so sad, for I look to your timely occupation of night; and I see a heart glowing in the void. To brighten death for those who would sleep. Sad though it is that they slumber whilst your work is awake, my moon take much comfort. For my lady, in a world of blinding gold, thou art a soothing silver.”

‘Please don’t make her cross once more.’ He prayed.

‘How is this stallion not a politician? Or, a poet? Surly he would make kingdoms fall before hi… wait… WHAT! Did he say?'

“Thy moon? Your Lady? Has it come to be that thou hast turned sweet upon us? Thou hast not but seen my face and herd mine voice. Tell us, knight in my sister’s serves, how, can this be?” she asked. She would not dare to revel that his words had pierced her to the core.

‘Who is he to try and woe us?’ She thought.

‘Oh damn me to Tartarus!’ He cursed. “Ah well… You see, your majesty, I hath not the talent of a silver tongue, with the ability to take his feelings from his words. For I am a worrier pure, and honest, I ask for forgiveness.” ‘Why cannot I have a filter on my accursed mouth?’

“So it would seem. Continue knight.” She wanted to see if he really was infatuated with her. Maybe it would not be such a bad thing.

“As you wish.” 'I cannot start lying now, not much good it would do me.' He supposed.

“In truth I’ve not the knowledge as to what these feelings are. It in a sense, tis a pain, yet how something that feels this bliss can hurt is beyond me.” He all but whispered. “It is like unto a soft lump residing in my breast. Tis… painful.” He spoke into the darkness.

'Tis true, he hath succumbed to some enchantment of one’s doing! Moreover, this one is… us.'

Luna lefts her head towered the horizon; gazing into the wake of a coming sunrise. As if, she is looking for something far away.

‘The time for us is over; mine sister is to wake, for we must rest.’ She stated in her mind. An audible sigh escapes her.

“Sadly knight, are time is at an end. For we must lay the moon to rest, and so we to must rest.” She said, clearly saddened.

‘He is a brave one, and honest, honest to a fault! Rather becoming face.’ Her eyes wondered over him.

‘GAH!! Get thy mind out of the gutter Luna, by the stars! To point, yes we think he disserves a gift.’

“Thou hast pleased us knight of day, ask one thing and if it be in our power, it shall be given unto you.” She offered.

‘Oh… she must go? I am in need of rest, but can I feel wiry in her company? Hhmm… she wishes to give me an offering. The only thing I would wish for is…!’ his eyes widened as he came to his conclusion. ‘Come on Favonian, just ask her. What is the worst she could do? Say no? … YES! For it would be the worst! Tis fine… I can do this.’

Clearing his voice, he spoke. “If it be true that I court your favor, I would simply ask to return, here to be in thine presents. If that is not to bold a thing?” he whispered, so softly that only because she is who she is, did she here him.

‘Of all the things; he only wishes to converse with us? We… I can do that.’ She concluded.

“Tis well in our power, to do this thing which you seek, nevertheless, thou hast to come to the night and forsake thy day. Or does not a knight require slumber?” She said with a light laugh.

‘At least she is happy and not cross with me. Honestly? I will do anything she would command of me.’

"Ha-ha, I see, yes it will be as you say, my lady.” He bowed.

‘A bow, tis about time, the hour of formality has long died, but tis still flattering.’ She thought with a small smile.

Therefore, it came to pass they said there farewells.

“Until we meet again; Sir, good day.”

“Till than princess. Good night.”

Sacra Lacrimas

“We just cannot see as to why?” Luna sobbed.

   “Come now your highness, not all is lost. So what if you were cross at a noble? That old stallion, was a pompous ass, he was overly disrespectful! In addition, I know that thy anger got to thee... and when thou yelled at him, he... may have... died. I’m not very good at this.” Nice Favonian, smooth.

"They called us a monster!” she cried.

He put a comforting hoof on her shoulder. “Nay thou art not a monster! Quick to anger perhaps, however, can we blame the goddess of war being cross at a noble acting the fool?” he tried.

“They say we should be named...” she choked. “nig... Nightmare M-Moon!” she stammered.

“Nay not a nightmare, not some beast. A wonder to behold, a fragrance of night to calm a fervor dream.” He spoke softly.

She cried for a time with his wing upon her in comfort. When her tears were dried, she thanked him with a sniff.

“Thank thee for thy friendship.” He put his wing to his side. “But this pain has gone on for centuries. With no form of relief. I will just kill these feelings like the parasite they are, growing and festering within mine heart. However, how doth thy training progress to become a member of the Royal Night Guard ?” she asked.

“Well... ugh damn.” I hate lying to her; of course, it is impossible to do so anyway. “Tis fantastic!” she’s thousands of years old, and if I stare at her hard enough, she will buy what I’m saying.”

Favonian, thou art a terrible liar. What tis it that troubles thee?” her eyes seemed to sting him.

If she truly wishes to know the outcome, so be it.

“Sadly your highness, I failed the mental portion of the final exanimation.” He never made eye contact with her. “So therefore, I will be joining the Night’s Watch.” He finished.

“What, how hath this come to pass?” she commanded.

He stayed silent.

“SPEAK Favonian!”

“I failed from lack of studying. It seems I have hath spent the last few months of basic training in thy company.” He looked ashamed.

“Well… damn. We did not expect that. Well look towards the lighter side.” She tried. “Thou hast spent thy time with us, as thou hast said! Moreover, thy still is in our Night’s Watch, doth that not count for something?” Twas her turn to lay a hoof, on his shoulder.

“But the point of this was to get closer to a friend, Princess.” he looked up from his pity.

“Oh, thou art sweet in thy intentions; however things happen which are out of our control. Maybe an occasional letter will suffice?” she lifted his chin with a hoof.

“I suppose.” Tis impossible to have a hurt heart, when with this mare.

“And on the other hoof, we have been distracted because of thee as well.” She looked off to the distance and frowned a little.

“What! Luna forgive me, I’m so sorry.” Oh (insert your curse word of choice here) he cursed to himself.

“Do not worry mine friend. Thou hast only kept us from our children.” She assured.

“Well that’s an important thing.” He said. “Speaking of which, when will I see this ‘Garden of Shadows’?” he coked an eyebrow.

“Thou shall behold its glory in due time, Favonian.” She knew they were good friends now, but she felt as though he is not ready.

Little did any of them know when he would be deemed ready, they would never get the chance to go together.

“As you wish your highness.” The way she made it sound in her song was amazing. I wish she would let me see it.

“Please, hath we not been friends for the past few months? Call us Luna.” She commanded with a smile.

“So be it, Luna.” He said, bowing.

“Ugh, thou art impossible!” she laughs. “So, we believe tis thine turn to sing to us.” She reminded.

It had become a tradition of sorts between them, to take turns in composing, and pro-forming songs.

“Oh, yes I almost forgot.” He said sarcastically.

“Come now Favonian, thou singest wonderful!” she encouraged.

“Sure I do.” He rolled his eyes. “Tears, by yours truly.” He began, soft but slowly growing in tempo.

“Leaves and snow fall on my face,

My blood wets the grass.”

“I lay in such a peaceful place,

Warmth comes to me in mass.”

“Chorus”

“I lay and wait for Azrael to take my body tonight,

I lay and wait for St. Michael to take my soul a flight.”

“End chorus”

“I’ve got a healthy disease,

The wind rushes though the meadow trees,

Sounds like a symphony of leaves.”

“In this ground I plant this seed,

That when I’m gone,

Still in this ground, here it will be.”

“I christen the moon and bless the sun,

I pray for the ocean and rivers in between,

I sing a hymn for all the earth,

And hope to join the stars above.”

“Oh, to finally feel weightless and free,

But unable to breath,

Unable to feel, unable to speak,

Unable to see.”

“Chorus”

“I lay and wait for Azrael to take my body tonight,

I lay and wait for St. Michael to take my soul a flight.”

“End”

“So…?” he began. “What did thou think?” he humbly asked.

“Twas very good Favonian, thank thee for sharing.” She said kindly. “However, why sing about death?” Luna inquired.

“I’ve been reading a lot of Edgar Allan Pony.” He smiled.

Oh how I love his smile. She shook her head. “Yes we fancy his work as well. Now we have something we wish to…” she was interrupted by a very loud voice.

“LU!... LUNA!! Where art thou?” they herd Celestia’s voice yell.

“We have to be off, same hour tonight?” she asked.

“It will be as thou hast said, good night Luna.” He bid her.

“And a good night to thee, as well.” She chimed.

“Oh, there you are sister.” Celestia spoke as she popped out of nowhere.

Favonian quickly bowed, and Celestia acknowledged him.

“Good morning Favonian, I thank thee for comforting mine sister; we had to attend some very important business.” She thanked.

“Twas a problem not, your highness.” He smiled, and then looked at Luna.

“Hhmm…” Celestia seemed to ponder something. “How long hast thou been acquaintances Luna?” she asked.

“Six months Tia, Why?”She replied.

“Oh I’ve just seen thine friend around every so often and got confused on the time of things.” She said nonchalantly.

“Oh, all right thin, shall we go?” Luna moved to the door.

“Yes thou go on, we wish to check something. We will join thee post haste.” She overly smiled.

“Okeeey, we shall wait for thee.” Something is amiss, and whatever it tis her game, we do not fancy to play it.

When Luna left, Favonian bowed and started to go as well.

“Halt, Favonian!” Celestia Commanded. Unknown to him she spoke in his head so Luna would not hear.

“Yes your highness?” he bowed again, then went stiff as his vision went white, and Celestia’s eyes meat his. She was so close to him her horn was resting on his head; her mane was washed over his back and right side. He could small the sweet spice of tea on her breath when her hot breath hit him. Her voice was no longer melodic and motherly instead mincing and dark.

“We are eight-hundred years older than our sister; we know when a male is smitten with a female. Dost thou lovest our sister?” she interrogated

“Oh, holy-“

“Answer us!” she yelled.

It was then that he understood that they were having this interrogation in his head.

Those eyes, I cannot look away. What do I do?

His mouth worked for him, which sadly is often the case with most everypony anyway.

“Yes! I am so sorry your highness. I didn’t mean to!”

She huffs to silence him. “Doth she know?” she seemed to stare more intently and bore into him.

“She doth know a little, however I’m too scared to bring it up.” He whispered.

“Tis more than ‘just a little’ isn’t it?” she inquired.

“What doth thou mean?” he was once again vary lost.

“We know what thou feelst, don’t lie to us!”

“I know not to what thou speak I swear!” he pleaded.

“Doth thou truly not understand?” she let out a breath, as she stood back up.

“Thou hast what is known as the Donec Diligunt Mortem Syndrome.”

“I’m sorry, what know?” he asked.

“It means ‘Love Till Death’, what thou hast is very complicated. Understand, thy power tis not our power, thy thoughts are not our thoughts, in effect, thy love tis not our love. We Alicorns are different in many ways, though we are the same. When a pony like thee falls in love with one such as us, their feelings mix with our power of love. Therefore, they love as we do, and when this happens, they will never stop loving that pony. Ever, even until death and beyond, or for time and all eternity. Doth thou understand know?” she asked.

“So I have this ‘Dow-nic,’

“’Donec Diligunt Mortem Syndrome’, yes we can say thou dose.” She confirmed.

“What do I do then, your majesty?” he breathed.

“Nothing, we will tell her, we shall be the one who finds out if she returns thy feelings. We know how to do this.” She told him.

“So, is this thy blessing?” he held his breath.

“……… yes it is, we have not seen our sister smile thus in centuries.” At least he is not some gold digging noble.

“Thank thee your highness.” She held up a hoof, to stop him.

“Yes, I must go and do this thing, thou go and rest for a time. Thou will need it.” She left him alone with his thoughts.

“So, what was that all about?” Luna said after her sister had finished raising the sun.

“That was something with which we need to converse, if we could do so in mine chambers, please.” Celestia trotted from the balcony.

Once they had themselves comfortable, Luna tried to speak but Celestia did so first.

“Yea tis about thine friend Favonian and something thou needs to know.” She told.

“Fine to the point then, why art thou harassing mine friend?” she rubbed her temples.

“We have a reason, if thy would humor us?” she sipped from a cup of tea, where it had come from and how it was hot, only she knows.

“We are tired but if thou wish to play this game, so be it” she waited for Celestia to continue.

“We would simply ask for thee to describe thy friend to us.” She sipped from her tea. “What dose thou thinkst of him?” she finished.

“Tis that all?” she inquired. A nod from the larger party confirmed her question.

“Well, as thou knowest he is a young pegasus, with a dark silver cote and pure white mane. His eyes are a sea green; his talent mark is three cherry blossoms, which tells thee what he did before becoming a guard.” She finished, and looked to her sister waiting for a response.

“Very nice, however we meant what are thy feelings to him?” she made herself clear.

“Oh, well he possesses a heavenly countenance; he also has a noble and dignified manner about him. He is not one whom a friend, however intimate, would slap familiarly on the back or turn and twist about when shaking hoofs; such proceedings with him would be as much out of place as with the proudest monarch. Yet there is nay a haughtiness in his character; he is gracious, polite, and friendly to all. Whosoever goes into his presence, in private or in public, feels intuitively that they are in the presence of a great stallion, a stallion of honor and merit.” Luna finished.

“It sounds like thou art found of him, yes?” maybe she does have some feelings for him.

“Yes we are, now what is this all about Tia?” she huffed.

We suppose she deserves to have a strait forward question. “Doth thou love him Luna?” she spoke softly.

“Love! No we do not! Why hast thou asked this?” her eyes went wide.

“Donec Diligunt Mortem.” Celestia said.

“Sorry what was that?” Luna remarked.

“Doth thou remember what tis its meaning?” she asked.

“Yea we do, why?” why would she bring that up out of nowhere?

“In truth, thy friend has succumbed to its effects.” She said bluntly.

“What, how hath it come to thy knowledge? How sure art thine accusations?” she leaned into her.

“We have felt these things before Luna, we know the signs.” She told her.

“How can this be? In order for a being to have Donec Diligunt Mortem, is for the Alicorn to have a loving feelings reflected back onto them.” Luna said.

“So tis clear that thy feelings for him are real. Thou just dose not see them.” Celestia concluded.

Can this be true? How dose one know for sure? We do like him but love? Perhaps tis the possibility of love that will come in time. Yes for this is the answer.

It was then that Luna realized she had said that aloud.

“Yea this could be true Luna, we advise thee to write him letters as he is away. And when we are done with the prayer spell thy could give it to him.” Celestia counseled.

Luna sighed. “If thy think it to be best sister, we shall try. Now can we go to sleep please?”

“Yes, good night sister.” Celestia bid.

“And a good day to you, Tia.” Luna replied.

Yume

To fall up in darkness, to be twisted and spun, then have the cold heavy light thrust upon me. To hear thy voice beaconing, comforting, and so I go to thee.

For then have we found soled ground, to wake and all be made in a celestial manifestation. I lay next to sapphire form, on emerald grass.

Blue diamond sky O’er head, whale flowers bloom on dark rick brush, like radiant embers burning with shimmering ruby and topaz.

I turn to thee, and gaze on eternity. To embrace thy heart for warmth, to feel its beat soothingly.

I have proffered up my heart to thee, when thou were effulgence in Notos breath.

Thy offer up supplication to me, we see recompense of benevolence.

Be shaken not for fear not, thou haste taken part in our heart.

The sinking dawn brings up rain, which through sunlight likens falling crystal tears from the heavens. When the night alters up I will send unto it a kiss, and have frozen it.

Wherefore, all will turn to silver glass, and be as the final one’s dream. For it is a dream, a dream for purity, a dream for golden minds and silver souls, tis a home for wiry and confused.

Be tribulations not, nor sufferings nowhere. This is my home; this is my heart, for this is my dream.

Luna could not help but smile as she read Favonian’s letter, it was on a dream he had of her in a beautiful place of his making. A dream she may have been in, and had a hoof in making.

She held the letter to her chest and fell on her bed, her pillows and blankets were flung to fall where they may, which is sure to burden the servants that already cleaned the bed. She looked at the flower he had sent with the letter. An Althea, a lovely purple plant that looked so innocent in her magic, however, she knew why he sent it to her, for he only sent one. Many flowers have meanings and in this forgotten language, the Althea speaks ‘I am consumed by love’. She pressed the soft petals to her lips.

"How is this, thing we feel come to pass, bliss and joy in the knowing of a friend that loves us. But tis more than love, tis more by the stars we don’t know nor care what it is, all the world be damned we feel. For years we have not, could not dared not to feel and have passion. Forever pushing it down and locking it away no more, tis bursting to overflow. We just can’t get enough, the empty hole inside is filling up.” She kicked her legs excitedly and turned over to get on her hooves. As she skipped to the door on her way to night court, she asked.

“How long has it been? How long since we have seen his face for real?” she said out loud as she walked with some pip in her step.

“We think tis been a month and one half. We need to pay him more visits in his dreams until he returns.” She was walking up to her throne.

“Until who returns your majesty?”

“Aahh!” she nearly fell from her seat. “Don’t do that Ion!” the sea green earth pony assistant blushed at his scolding, and meeped out a small forgiveness.

“Tis alright Ion, we were just lost in thought is all. Now tis just one who has the honor to be in our best interest.” She smiled.

“Oh, has one of the Blueblood Prince boys finally got you?” he teased, to which she scoffed.

“He is not even a noble to speak truth, and so therefore, is very modest and more princely then any foolish boy from the Blueblood family.” She told.

“Well if I may say, they’re not going to be happy about it.” He sighed.

“To hell with them as far we are concerned. What is first this fine Night court?” she asked.

"Well, they will not be happy about it, however, I can say I am most joyous to see you have found someone to love and to hold.” He smiled.

“Aaawww, well thank thee Ion.” She put a hoof on his shoulder.

we will have to send him the potion of prayer, that will give us instant communication. she thought. T'will be in our next letter.

Modoc

Redemption on this road, misty fog is watering our clothes.

Step by step we walk this black death road, by our self, on our own, all alone.

Quicker then falling asleep, what is more beautiful than sleep?

Upon us without warning it creeps, to deep.

Our heart stops and our blood slow, our throat sighs and our dreams flow.

Thus, we will understand a feeling that most will never know.

To raze this house and tear, without this life would any shed a tear.

How long will we hide in the rubble? Shadow in shadow, shade for shade trade, in fear.

How long will lies last? Till our life love’s breath crumble.

To find a balm of woe, the balm of friendship and love in troubled times.

Such a happy thing thou haste given us. Therefore, we wish to give thee in return, with this letter are bound two things.

The first thereof is a vile of a great potion, for once tis drunk if the drinker is inflected with Donec Diligunt Mortem syndrome, t’will give unto them the power to communicate to us once every twenty-four hours. The second item is a feather from mine own wing, thou must devour it for the potion to work. Tis called the prayer spell for in order for it to work thou will have to speak an incantation liken unto a prayer. Please do this so we may hear thy voice at 5:30 A.M.

        Yours: Luna

North-West border of Eq. guard post No. 12, high tower of the main barracks Southeast corner.

After coughing at the complete and utter foul tasting potion and blue feather, Favonian looked up at the source of his pain, the moon. It is worth it. He said to himself. She is worth it.

He got down on his knees and lifted his head up to the sky. Gazing at the stars he hoped this would work, he began.

“Luna, oh Luna. Come to me this night, so that I may hold thy voice tight.” He hoped that would be enough, after nothing happened he took a breath to start once again. Before he could a voice he knew all too well rung in his head.

“Favonian?” he heard. The sound of it sent pricks down his spine as he let out a long breath.

“Princes!” he spoke aloud.

“Not out in the open favon tis vary loud when thou do this.” She told.

“Forgiveness is required it seems, alas we just started, damn” he laughed.

“Forgiveness is something thou is always doing it seems.” She came back. To which they both laughed.

They spoke on many things, they philosophized on books, they spoke of there favorite music, which turned into a friendly argument on who was better, Beethoofen or Mainzart. They told stories of their time apart, and they even told on how much they mean to each other. Talking about love and compassion, and how when he would be able to come back to Canterlot, so that they can spend an evening together somewhere special.

They said their goodbyes and went of to bed feeling loved and in bliss. Both dreaming on the other, with the other. That is however, until a siren of war sounded though the air, letting all know that enemy troops are on the horizon.

A Truth Brought to Light Will Cast a Shadow

   “Your majesty.”A voice from the right side of Princes Celestia was heard, a soft and timid voice that she knew well. Her vary shy adviser and hoof servant, at first glance, the poor thing seemed almost afraid of mares. Her unicorn assistant honestly did not speak to her or in her presence for a few months when he started to work for her.

   “Yea Aland, what tis it which thou needth?” she did not look up from her papers.

   “There has been an invasion attempt by the Griffins, they attacked Fort Bowl on the West border this morning.” he informed.

   Celesta looked up from her pages and looked to him. “Have we the victory?" she asked. “Doth thou have the toll of death?”

   “Yea your highness, we have all these things.” He hoofed a small black book and flipped to the desired page. “These are the injured, and these are the deceased.” He pointed, and then stepped down to let her read.

   “T’were many who were injured, though too few were with death. How many enemy forces were there?” she furrowed her brow at him.

   “There were only fifty Griffins in among them.” He updated.

   “The Griffins may be prideful; however, they would never send so few to such a large defense as Fort Bowl. Could it have been a distraction?” She mused.

   “It could have been, however, our scouts have reported that there are little to on Griffin movements in that area.” Aland said.

   “Art thou saying they came from nowhere? They just popped out of the ground?” she could not believe that her highly trained forces let fifty Griffins slips pass them. She continued to read the death report. Until her eyes found a name that made her stop completely, everything ceased to be, her breath was held, her body tensed, even her main stopped flowing through the air. She whispered the name under her breath.

   “Sir. Favonian Glass; Deceased.” She looked at the floor and spoke as calmly as possible, for she knew a harsh tone would crush the shy stallion. “Doth thou know who Sir. Favonian Glass is?” she looked at Aland.

   “Yea, I do. Is he not the young fellow who is in love with Princes Luna?” he asked back.

   “Yea that he is, tell us, how many know of his infatuation with mine sister?” her voice got softer.

   “Well the hole of Canterlot knows your majesty. They didn’t keep it vary secret.” He said.

   “Were the possessions of the Griffins confiscated?” she folded the paper up, and started to stand.

   “T’was Princes, tis in the armory.” He tried to keep up with her long legs, as they went to the mentioned place.

   Celestia spent the next two full hours examining each thing from the fifty Griffin warriors. She hung her head low as her suspicions were slowly being confirmed.

   They were no Griffin warriors they were mercenaries. In addition, judging by all the Equestrian gold they had, somepony from her land did this. Somepony rich, for they all had gold and lots of it, Celestia is no fool; she knew they sent them to kill Favonian, they could not stand the thought of somepony who was not a noble having the love of a princes. Only she did not know who was responsible among her little ponies, and to bring such a scandal to light in a time of war is a bad move, therefore, she cannot openly find them.

   She got up from her table and made one of the longest and hardest walks of her long life. As she, slowly climes the stares she thinks on how she is going to do it, and prepared herself for the oncoming storm.

   She stops at the door, such a beautiful door. Purely black with a glossy finish, she raises her hoof and knocks on her sister’s door.

Nocturne Nachtmahr

Nocturne Nachtmahr

Darkness encircled about him like unto a Black Hand clasping down over his face. There were no muffled screams and no real dark flame, for it was for all to see and hear, for all to know not to anger her ever again, and by the stars had he angered her.

“Your eminence?” said the earth bound assistant.

“Speak Ion.” Nightmare Moon commanded.

“Shall I send a message to the griffin nation, on that we are to make war with them?”

“No.” her two-tone voice was as cold as ice in his blood. “We will send the message, and the message shall be him.” as she looked back at the struggling ambassador, her eyes flashed with power. Her death for him had begun, but not death fiscal, but of the mind.

Visions of all he loved in this world murdered before him, having their feathers and fiscal identities forcibly ripped from the're bodys. He watched as the murderer took their faces and downed them on, no matter how much he screamed for his loved ones not to, he could not stop them from going into the murderers home unaware of the fate that awaited them.

“My Queen?” asked the dark Bat Pony. The Night looked at her, making her bow deeper.

“Yea, General Comminate?” She inquirers.

“Shall I rally are forces to march on are new enemies?” she shifted her body in anticipation.

“So be it. However, we only wish for thee to attack within the hour they receive our gift.” She looked back to the crying form on the floor, her eyes flashed as she narrowed in on him.

The fiscal pain had started, what seemed as a twitch of her eyes, had turned his very bones into thorn bush vines, having the sharp and rough vines scrape against his insides each time he moved a mussel.

“Did not the ambassador’s family come with him Ion?” she never looked away from her newest plaything.

“yea they did my Queen. Do you wish me to get them?” he asked.

She thought for a time. “We were going to have thee find then burn them. However, go and bring them heather, then put them to the flame.” Her eyes flashed once more.

“As thou commandeth my Queen.” He replied, and then went on his way.

The scream intensified as her new death spell took place. Shards of small glass were magically poured into his veins, mixing with his blood. His heart beet faster, only creating more pain.

She was so intrigued by her newest muse that she did not right away notice the Griffin female and her two checks as they were lit ablaze.

“Pity, we wished to have a little fun with them as well.” She turned back to her newest art piece; eyes flashing for what she knew would be the last time. “Stupid Griffins.” She sighed. “They never seem to last very long do they?”

The last part of her masterpiece, was in two parts, firstly, she turned him to face her then grabbed his face with her hoofs and started to slowly pull in opposite directions.

“Let us see thy face!” she spat, as his face came apart. She then used her magic to fling him on his back. She then conjured a knife and put it to his stomach, cutting him from the top to the bottom. She then reached in and grabbed his heart, which was quickly ripped out. His heart had been taken from him so fast, that the blood was still moving in his brain. Therefore, the last thing he saw was the Nightmare holding his heart in front of her.

“Hmm… so he actually had one.” She remarked as she took a bite then threw the remains on the floor.

“Ion, take them and hang them on Celestia's old tower for the world to see.” She told as she left.

“With no disrespect, my queen, I thought they were going to send them to the Griffin Nation?” he said.

“We are Ion; we were talking about the burnt female and kids. Chop him up and send it away as commanded.” She replied walking through the hallway door.

It will be done as you say.” He bowed.

The batpony mare slammed her mug on the bar table and let out a long sigh.

“Thanks for the drink sir, thou art a nice fellow.” She took another drink.

“Not a problem, thank thee for telling me this story, tis it true?”

“Of course it’s true, I was there. Guarding the East corner of the throne room, for it is mine stewardship. Any and all do say our  Queen Nightmare is all we could wish for but I would never want to get on her bad side.”

“Well then I will take mine leave of thee, there is something I need to do.” He started to go but was stopped.

“Hey!” the mare said. “In case I don’t meet your acquaintance again what is thy name?” she asked.

“My name is Favonian Glass.

“Oh, well my name is Stella Inferno. May the Night guide thee Mr. Glass.”

“Till we meet again Miss. Inferno.” He walked out of the bar and into the Night.

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“How many more of our people’s have come to see us this Night Court?” Nightmare Moon said to her assistant.

“Just one more last minute appointment, your majesty.” Ion said.

“So be it, see them in.” she dropped her head. “We are to weary for this, tis been such a vexing day.” She murmured.

“Announcing, he who is the West Wind!” said the door guard.

“What kind of name is that?” she asked, but stopped as she heard a voice, a voice that was all too familiar. She looked up in shock, as the deep and clear sound of her greatest love speaking as he walked up to her thrown.

He spoke. “Oh Nightmare, Oh Luna who art in the stars, hallowed be thy names; sacra be thy Moon and thy Night. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on moon, sun, and earth, in darkness and shadow, in living and dying, I swear fealty to she, whom I love.

Our loving and kind Mother of the Night, may your light shine down upon me this day that I may be eternally wrapped in the arms of thy warm, loving embrace.

Oh Mother, oh Mother, lead me the way, show me the path, to those who have transgressed, that they may have thy righteous fury brought down upon them, let me, I pray, be an instrument for they will. This I pray in the names of Luna, The Moon, and the Night.

Our Mother, Night Mother of the moon, thy will is on earth as it is in heaven, forgive our sins as we forgive they who repent. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for we are thy kingdom and thy power, forever and ever, Amen.” As he finished, he smiled and climbed up to her and wrapped his arms around her.

“Is… Tis this a dream? Art thou before us?” Nightmare asked. To which he answered her with a kiss to her cheek.

“How can I be dreaming of something that looks as beautiful as the creacher in mine arms

?” he spoke. “No my love, tis no dream that plagues thee.” He started to get down, but was overcome by her arms holding him fast.

“What are these bandages upon thee? We thought thee to be dead. And moreover, where art thy wings?” She looked on in fear as his hoof hushed her gently upon soft lips.

“The Griffin mercenaries captured me and beat me down, I took a great number to death before they pinned me. They took my wings by force so I would not escape. They thin threw me in a pit with wood and tarred more wood and threw it in, then set the tarred wood ablaze. I was able to dig down and hide in the dirt, however, much of the fire liked my back, sealing the wounds from my wings but making many burns. And now I am ugly and scared.” He looked down in shame.

“Hold love, thou art more than thy ever were, and still have love in our heart.” She told, and to this, he smiled.

“Hold us till the stars fall from the heavens, my love, Favonian.” She said with misty eyes.

Much time passed as they spoke sweet nothings one to another. She asked him. “Doth mine face shame thee?”

To which he replied. “Nay, there is nothing in the eternities that would dim thy light.” Nevertheless, something inside him hurt, for yes, he had told her the truth of her face, but twas her heart that was unbecoming to him.

She started to kiss him, and he was overcome with bliss and grief, not able to bare much more, least he loose himself, he had to ask her if the tales and what he saw were true.

“Stop, please stop.” He voiced.

“What, what tis wrong?” she blinked in surprise.

“I have something to ask thee.” His gaze would not meet hers.

“Fine, speak thy mind.” Her eyes were of concern.

“Well, I was in the lower part of the city, and I met one of thy guards and she was likening to a dragon?” his brow came together.

“Yea they are called bat ponies.” She smiled in pride.

“Yes she explained it to me, but to where did they come?” he asked further.

“We made them, for when we changed, so did they who are our most loyal.” She told.

“Well, she told me a story that was hard to believe. If thou would clarify?” they separated, and shook from lack of warmth.

“Absolutely, continue.” She said with a wave of her hoof. She noticed that all were gone from the room but a blushing Ion and one of the Generals of her military, who had a devious smile gracing her as she looked with mischievous eyes.

She sighed. “Ion get us some refreshments post haste, and wipe that look off thy face General Silver Fire!” she blushed as the mare giggled at the two lovers. She looked at the one of her soul and stopped all things; she could tell from his look that something was wrong.

He started solemnly.  “She told of how thou were visited by a Griffin ambassador as he wished to make peace and end Celestia and her Equestria, with thee. She told me how thou killed him, and the manner in which thou did so.”

“Yea our guards do not lie. If there is a problem, make it manifest unto us.” She tried to smile.

His eyes went wide. “I just cannot see thee doing this, and what of old Canterlot? What was it thou didst to them?”

We see, for he is troubled, matters not he will see things are way surly. “Well twas simple, we did what must be done to traitors. We said unto them, ‘And low the hole of this world, now thou beholdest, oh masters of decay, thy servants have done according to thy command. What didst thou think would happen, when thou put flame to mine ire? She spoke; being fired up, for the look on him was not a happy one.

“If justice.” She continued. “Tis getting what thou deserve and mercy tis getting more than thou deserves, we say unto thee mercy hath been in abundant and now justice shall blossom fourth. Was it not thee who said all those ‘our’ moons ago ‘who cares if an overly disrespectful stallion dies’ pray tell what differs from then and now?” she was getting angry and scared for some reason, and this in turn made her more so angry at herself.

“Tis not that he died tis how he was murdered! I do not believe the Luna I know and love would DESECRATE! another person in such a way!” His voice had risen in disbelief, and he hurt internally for raising his words at her.

“WELL THOU BETTER BELIEVE IT!” She yelled back, her eyes flashing and General Silver Fire backed off in fear. After he picked himself off the floor, he held his ground and asked.

“How many… How many hast thou killed without mercy?” he gazed, unmoving.

“…”

“Well?” he pushed.

“……”

“ANSWER ME!” his body shook, and Silver Fire did not know who she was more afraid as she backed up further.

She started to shake uncontrollably.

“The number is beyond thy comprehension.” She seethed.

Tis not happening! Not her, tis just not her! “Was that what I saw? When I went into thy city, through the west gate and for leagues, all there was were pillars of wood and stone, and upon these pillars were impaled people! Mares, stallions, children, griffins, there were some things I didn’t know what were!”

“Yea twas I who did this thing, what of it!” her eyes started to tear up.

“How could she whom I love do thus, one who had a perfect brightness of love, charity, and hope, one who was humble and meek, what happened to her?”  He pleaded.

“Meekness? For there was mine weakness.” She spat.

“Meekness tis not weakness!” he scolded.

“How dare thee speak to us like this!” it was his turn to not reply for he was silent, and did not speak.

“Say something!” she wailed.

He looked to the window, and saw the moon peeking in.

“Luna.”

“… What?” She sniffed.

He looked up to her, sighed, and cleared his voice.

“… I love Luna; she is my Lady, my moon, my dream, my heart, my Princess and Goddess of the Night. And thou art not her, I do not love thee, the one I loved is died.” He looked at General Silver Fire with tears in his eyes, he looked down and choked on his words as he whispered.

“Alas maybe she is still in there somewhere.”

He looked back up to her and was pained as her look of sorrow stung him. “I’m sorry Luna we never saw thy Garden of Shadows.” He looked down from her, and then turned for the door. “Never speak in my presence again, Nightmare Moon.”

As he walked away something inside her broke like thin ice under hoof, making her feel as if she were drowning in cold water. Her face twitched and spasmed, as her breath and heart became hard and raped.

“Thy cannot see in that thy doth not want to see, nevertheless, we will make thee see, oh yes, make thee.” She spat. As she conjured, her magic to do her will.

“A tuff of cloud, rainbows glow, and feather fast not slow.” She hurried as she made her final hope and chance.

“If thou will not come to us willingly, THAN WE SHALL HAVE THEE NONTHELESS!” she shook the hole of the castle as she flew to him and pinned him to the ground. She shoved the love poison vile into his mouth.

“Drink it… DRINK IT!!” he opened his mouth and sealed his fate. He looked up to her with lulled then wide eyes, as Nightmare held her breath.

“Luna?”  He asked, then reached up and touched her face. “Luna, tis you.” He met her in an embrace.

“So tis finally over.” Said a voice from Celestia’s side, it was Gen. Silver Fire, the one who came to not a few days ago saying she did not like how the Lunar Republic was doing things, and she wished to change her allegiance.

“Ney Miss. Silver, there is much to be done.” She said while looking at the moon, that now had her sister’s image upon it. The elements flew up to their alters, she was not able to hold them anymore, with all that has happened, her sister banished to the moon, the people don’t need to know that now the elements of harmony wont respond to her.

“What other things do you speak of?” silver raised an eyebrow.

“Thou must take all thy brothers and sisters to the north; they will be hunted and hated. We will give thee a place to live in northern Equestria.

“If I may ask thee another question your highness?” she told Celestia about what happened with Favonian and Nightmare Moon and she was to curious.

“Just one Miss. Silver?” Celestia teased. To which silver smiled.

“Perhaps one if thine answer is sufficient.” She teased back. “However, what about Sir. Favonian Glass? What has become of him?”

“Worry not, we know where he rest, we shall confront him.” she started to leave. “Take care of thy people Princess Silver, help them and we will talk to thee soon.”

“Princess! What Celestia whit…” she was gone.

A lone figure sat in a garden, looking up to the new mare in the moon. Tears burn his face as Celestia sets down next to him.

“We know what happened between mine sister and thyself.” He sniffed in response.

“Thy name is well known amongst many for thy courtship of our sister. They will hunt thee, wish to hurt and kill thee, we can offer thee home with us if thy wish it.” He turned to her and hugged her. She felt tears on her fur as he shook. She wrapped a leg around him in comfort.

He pulled away from her. “Thy will be to over barred with all of thy people to have to worry for me. I will run and hide, do not be troubled, I  will visit often. My new sister.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at him.

“We would have still come to thy wedding though we were at war. Thy could have sent us an invitation least of all.” She pouted.

“Ha-ha… yah we were not to caring of a wedding at all, but the people wanted one, twas a small thing, I do wish thou were there however.” He said to her.

“What’s done tis done, where shall thou go?” she wondered.

“I know not, maybe east, I’ve been west and south. There tis the north as well, In any case, we shall see thee in time to come. Till we meet again.” He kissed her farewell and went on his way.

Two Weeks Later…

Peace… that is all there is in the dream; there is no place like it in real life, that is how she knew she was dreaming. Princess Celestia laid on a bed of flowers surrounded by golden wheat, with the fall autumn trees and dusty sunset, the golden dust of air looked like she was on the inside of a golden ball, the only distinction between the grass and trees was the wind moving them to and frow.

She let out a long and heavy breath as she opened her eyes and spoke. “Tis vary beautiful Lu, however, to what is the reason thou hast invaded our dreams?” she asked the emptiness. “We were confident that our dream magic could keep thee away.” Her brow met together.

“Was I not the one who wrote the laws of dream magic?” There came a voice from an out of place dark blue form.

“Yea thou were, alas forget not we were there when thou wrote them. Take care how thy hold our dreams sweet sister.” Celestia told.

“Thou still do not trust us?” Luna spoke. “Or is it she thou hates?” she wondered.

“We do not hate anyone, we are just wary. So tell us, why have thou come?” in the blink of an eye she found Luna laying in front of her, the feeling of sadness that took her was of a bleeding heart, for she new tis just a dream.

Luna froze and looked down cast, she knew why she came but it was hard to say all the same.

She took a deep breath. “Doth thou remember are love Sir. Glass?”  Celestia nodded. “Well hast thou spoken to him… about… him and…” Celestia took her by the face to meet hers.

“Yea sister, we know of thy marriage to him. We are happy for thee; however, we do wish to have been there.” She smiled, while Luna laughed.

“To true we wish thou wert there as well.” She cleared her throat. “The reason we have come Tia is that... That we… art with child.” She kept her face down, never looking at her sister. “Tis been a few weeks and though we don’t show many of the signs we know it to be true. We come seeking aid for we do not have the means to give the babe the nourishment it needs, we ask if thou could hel…” she was taken to the ground in an enormous bear hug, all the while the larger Alicorn gave a happy yell.

“Oh happy day! Or night, it matters not we art so happy!” she hugged her again. “Of course we shall help thee with this new soul which is coming to are family.” She exclaimed.

“Thank thee, and there is one more thing, we wish not for our child to be raised on the moon. We wish it to have a beautiful life and not one in a creator, if thou could give it to Favonian. “She asked.

“Twill be done.” Celestia said. “We must awake from this dream Lu the dawn is almost upon us. We love thee.” She kissed her brow.

“We love thee as well Tia.”

The following months were hard for all, the country was wounded and many families who were torn apart were slowly being healed. The batponys went north and founded many places there among them were Hallow Shades, Trotsylvania, and there capital of worship Sacra. Celestia told Favonian of his parenthood to be, and he had a hard time not being able to visit Luna as she went through the first steps of motherhood. Favonian was known throughout the world and therefore all hunted him. He was even shunned by the batponys at one time, he found a place of peace and was there given his newborn son by Celestia. The new colt had yet to be named by his parents.

When the child was of three and one half years, they were forced to run once again, twas an autumn morning they were found by some travelers, word got around of their existence and to the ears of a mare of some reputation. She was widely known for hunting down all who fought with the Nightmare, and had hunted Favonian for all of these four years.

Favonian and his son had reached the top of a mountain pass when they saw that his pursuers had cut him off. He took his son and fled down the mountainside, his son was saved but he was not.

Favonian felt a tear fall down his face and saw it hit the wooden planks below him, his arms were bound and he was gagged. He looked to his left and saw the hangspony with his magic holding the trap door leaver ready to pull and send him to hang. He looked to his right and saw her, that mare who had tracked him for so long, she was ranting to her followers and the townsponys about how he was a monster, and how he laid with Nightmare Moon. Favonian tuned her out as he looked up and saw the moon gazing back.

“I know not if this will work, nevertheless, I will try.” He thought, and then began his prayer.

"De Luna of the stars, I bid thee homage and ask for thy ear and eyes as my last thoughts are of thee. Please hear my words so I may say ‘fare thee well’.” Favonian felt the eyes of the mare in the moon turn to him, and he felt her presence and knew she was with him.

Therefore, he began. “It started out as peaceful laughter but now sorrow sights at its slaughter. For seines thou left, the world is murder.

My mind is blank like a canvas, my heart is empty, color seems to fade, through the trees moonlight dances, and I wish thou were here today, to see that which thou made.

That which thou made is safe fear not, I took him to the riverside, wrapped him in cloth and put him in a basket. My final words to him were the song thy sung so many moons ago, I hope I did it justice. Did it not go something liken to ‘hush now my baby, be still love don’t cry sleep as thou art rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember my last lullaby, someday I’ll meet thee when thy dreams. River oh river of stars, flout gently for me, such precious cargo thou bear, doth thou know somewhere he can be free? River deliver him there.’”

“I hope he will grow to something better than what I have become.” He sighed. “I am so tired Luna, so weary, let me rest, heavens blest, I will weep upon thy chest. Thy Love I keep to mine breast.

Silence while being spiritually feed, pain before and after love, laid to rest.

Here come the will O the wisp, to mine pillow for a kiss.

In mine, dreams sealed a fate, all I wish is for thee to commemorate.

I see ash like snow all around me; the stars were as burning embers as we came to the top of a mountain and saw all those who wish to take our lives. There torches were the stars, likening to thy black night, however, there light was death and thy light is but a memory, no matter how happy, tis just a memory.

Remember as I laid there and felt thy heartbeat? know that I am thine forever, set me mere a fire, don’t leave me alone, take me to the river wash and clean me to the bone. Thou art my lady made of flowers, with a center soul in circles of glass. My greatest hope of a wish is to lay on the hot winters ground, with the leaves flouting away in the river taking all of our cares with them.

So majestic this world is, and so are its inhibitors, from the little rivers to the deep rich oceans, from the small farm hills to the mighty mountain face. Tis sad that I will be leaving it soon, I wonder how twill feel? I will first cry thin to feel cold and mine blood grow thick like ash, I am dead.

Nevertheless, to wake in green pastures, with clear glass sky o’er head.

To finally throw away all aches and pains, to feel wham and no more fear and dread.

To look at the white river bed and see angels beaconing, and strain to hear what was said.

Now I look up and see a swift sun and moonrise, and sigh so beautifully I cry.

And feel peace and am fed.”

The mare had finished her speech and was now giving the sign to the hangspony.

“I love thee, Luna” he felt a kiss upon his cheek, weightlessness, and then blackness.

All was quiet and at peace near the river, until the cry of a babe shattered it like thin ice. The colt was wet, cold, and hungry. The colt stopped as a soothing light came to it; white arms came from above to scoop it up, the colt feel asleep at ounce in the warm arms of Celestia, crying tears of joy at being found as her heart beet lulled it.

“Such a beautiful thing thou art nephew. We have failed thy mother and father to many times, we shall take thee and bring thou up in the way thou should go. Thou will be as a star into the eyes of the sky; thou will be the souls of the seas, having a love matching the softness of the blossom with the soothing sent of pine spice. All the while the iron forged willingness to do what is necessary, for we cannot forget thou art thy mother’s son.” She turned and few back to her home.

Luna was beside herself at the loss of her loved one, she spoke while on the moon hoping he would hear her in death. “The heavy dew is upon us and into trees fade the darkness, the stars are like candles on an alter reminding us of our sins. The remedy of night is an intoxicating fragrance, we miss thee, love thee, and we hurt thee, but we wonder is repentance really harmless.

She told Celestia to name her son, and in honor of both his parents, she named him Prince Glass Moon.

As the boy grew, his fiscal heritage came to be defined, he had the blue mane of his mother, and every now and then a star would appear within his locks, the eyes of the father, however, they were slits liken to his mother. He was a Pegasus like his father having wings so black, when he flew in the night he was often darker than the night sky. His coat was a dark gray with some hints of a metallic sheen that made him look very majestic. Everything about him at first was very beautiful to the sight, until he looked at you with those draconic eyes, unnerving but manageable, until he offered a smile then many would run from him in fear, for he had inherited his mothers fanged teeth, not only the two front fangs like the batponys, but all his teeth like his mother.

He grew and did much, many hated him and so he fought with them, however, he was always welcome in Celestia’s home. Until one day, he wished more than anything to see his mother, Celestia told him it was impossible but he still tried to find any way known to get to her. Ultimately, he failed and could not see her, not even in his dreams, until he had an idea and brought his plan Celestia, he said to her.

“If thou can trap Discord into stone and release him at thy will, cant thy do the same unto me?”

She thought on this for many days and nights, and he would ask her day after day for her answer. Then it came to pass, that she agreed to go along with his plan, and on the 23rd of May as the sun was setting and the moon was a Waxing Crescent. He hugged and kissed her goodbye, he said to her.

“When mine mother comes again she will still be wishing to disseminate her evil, and the heavens shall tremble. Promise me she will be saved.”

“Tis promised, we love thee nephew.” She stood back and as he bowed she let loose her power on him, and he was stone.

All were in tears as she finished her tail, even Shining Armor was wiping away the damp from his face, as Princess Cadance held on to him.

“That is a very wonderful, horrifying, and sad story Princess, but, why are you telling us?” Twilight Sparkle asked Celestia.

“Because.” She said as she gave Rarity her box of makeup to fix her running mascara. “I wanted you all to know the gravity of the situation.” She explained.

“’Situation’ is something happing?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Yes Rainbow Dash, you see there was a lot of controversy from some of the surrounding kingdoms on wither we should let Prince Glass Moon free. They feared that he would turn out to be like Nightmare Moon. My sister and I have only gust been able to make sure we are not attacked by someone when we let him go.” She finished the long explanation.

“Ah have a question, if I may.” Applejack spoke up; she put her hat back on to show she was no longer crying… ‘On the inside’

Celestia looked to her and gave permission to proceed.

“Where is Princess Luna?” she coked her eyebrow.

“She is in my chambers, through that door.” She motioned to her right. “She is waiting for us, let us go in and see her.” She got up and walked through the door.

Luna sat next to a large fireplace with her back to the door; she turned to them and smiled as they came in.

“Happy day to have all of you here with me.” She said.

They all gave hugs in greeting, then got down to the matter at hoof. Celestia walked over to her fireplace and used her magic to bring forth a statue of a young colt a little older than Shining Armor, he had a small curve to his lips and his eyes were down in respect.

Celestia shot out a bright ray of power that hit the statue; it shattered and out fell the weakened colt. He fell into Luna’s arms, his eyes opened and he saw her for the first time in his life, and knew her at once. He reached up and gave her a kiss upon the cheek.

“Mother!” he exclaimed as he hugged her neck. He gave small pained cry and went limp again.

“Your weakness will go away in time, be patient my nephew.” He acknowledged Celestia’s words and turned back to his mother. Luna began to sing to her son, all listened with stillness as her beautiful voice felled the room.

“Come little children; I'll tack thee away into a land of enchantment.

Come little children, the times come to play, here in my Garden of Shadows.

Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrows.

Weep not poor children, for life is this way, murdering beauty and passions.

Hush now dear children, it must be this way, to weary of life and deceptions.

Rest now my children, for soon we’ll away, into the calm and the quiet.

Come little children I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.

Come little children, the times come to play, here in my Garden of Shadows.”

She finished her song and all felt warm and happy. It was then that Glass Moon put his hoof on her lips and started to sing to her. His voice while deeper was still just as soothing.

“I came to thee mother, thou took me away, into a land of enchantment.

Here am I dear mother for now we play, here in thy Garden of Shadows.

I will follow sweet mother, please take me away, through all my pains and sorrows,

Wipe all my tears mother, thy say life is this way, murdering beauty and passions.

I will hush now dear mother, but where are thee this day? I am to weary of life and deceptions.

I rested sweet mother, but now thou art away into the calm and the quiet.

Come now dear mother, please take me away, into a land of enchantment.

Where are thee sweet mother, the times come to play, here in thy Garden of Shadows.”

When he finished, they hugged once more, and cried tears of joy upon one another.

“This is a blessing to be sure, but, why are we here Celestia? Shouldn’t this be a family thing?” asked Twilight Sparkle.

To which Celestia replied. “You helped my sister inter the new world when I was to busy to do so. Now my sister and I think it a good idea for you and your friends to do it again with my nephew. Can you do this for us? you will have visit Canterlot often for he cannot leave here, and I’m sure Luna won’t let him go for some time yet.” She giggled.

“We would be happy to help him.” Twilight said.

“I lovest thou mine beautiful mother. I love thee so much.” Glass Moon spoke.

“I love you as well, my wonderful son.” She told back.

A Letter of a Simple Truth

A Letter of a Simple Truth

Dear Favonian,

      I hope thy travails are easy. We have been to the Griffin land before, however, not in thine circumstance. Our sister is doing all in her power to still the hearts of the Griffins. We believe they are a war-mongering race, and have once again set their eyes upon us. All though our sister can be persuasive, if she wishes.

We. ……………There's………….Listen.

    Okay, let us say just say this, we know of thy love for us. Sister beet around the bush to a point then just told us……. And we……….we are…….our…..for we.   Bear with us!

   We wrote a song to tell thee, twill be on the back of the letter. Please send something back to us post haste.

      Yours, Luna

Page 2.

Thou see us weeping, thy feelings die,

We look out the window as thou go’est.

Please do not say goodbye,

We love thee more than anyone knows.

We need to see thee, love thee, kiss thee, but not farewell.

Love; there is always a place in time, not this here not this now.

Our soul sings when thou art around.

To this castle we are bound, though in thy arms we are found.

Luna sighed when she sent the letter.

   “Take heart Luna, we fallowed Tia’s advice. We were forward and we put our self out there.” She comforted herself.

   “Do we rely love him?” she asked herself. “We feel for him, however, tis it love? Tia tells us of his love. Yet tell us not, for we have seen. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, should without eyes see pathways to his will?” she inquired. “He loves us, and?” she stopped. “And we accept it.” She whispered.

“Tis been lonely here, we do miss him even if he has been gone only a fortnight.” She stated.  “Perhaps we can if given time, to sort out our feelings. Though for now we must off to bed.” She slowly walked to her place of rest, when she would dream, she dreams of a warm and loving friend, which is far away.

  Favonian awoke for his night shift on the border of Equestria and the griffin nations; there he found a letter wanting for him. When he read said letter, his chest fluttered. All he said before going unconscious was.

“Oh, may.”

Requiem

   “Mine moon was a crescent, when we were first in thy presents.” Luna let her words hang in the wind of night, as she looked over a sleeping city. She started though she shook from pain.

   “Exultation we felt as thy precious love filled the courts of our heart. Our soul seemed to glisten, what else could we be missing.”

   “This heart of yours that we adore, this heart of mine has never felt this before. Thou art mine glisten, thou art mine friend.” Her body lifted and she stood tall overlooking her night, as her voice became loud for all to hear.

   “This world will make us, break and bend, alas you’re there to make us, glisten.” She looked to her moon, and felt the wind pick up from the west.

   “Where art thou mine friend?” she whispered. “The stars no longer listen.” She leapt from her balcony and landed outside the palace. As she walked through the sleeping city, she continued. She did not care who she awoke from sleep, nor did she care how loud she became.

   “It’s safe to say we were never alive, a big part us has died and gone away, FOR I HOPE THERE SATISFIED!”

   She yelled her last words, making many ponies that were not already up, to be jolted out of sleep. Her voice changed to something that was as loud though more harsh and menacing than the royal Canterlot voice. She continued with a fire in her eyes, as magic poured out of her being, destroying houses, shops, walls, towers, and anypony foolish to come to close.

   “For if they wish to tear and rend my skin, to bend and break our bone, to have mine sprit and soul fade.”

   Her wrath only grew, as she continued to demolish anything and everything her power could touch. Despite the screams of thousands of ponies, her voice still heard.

   “All will fail in our fury, for now we are the judge and the jury. All will feel mine grip cold, as I bite down on their soul. For we am the terror, I be the death reappear.”

   “Any who would oppose us would not dare, for I am the Nightmare!” she let loose a shockwave of power, shaking the hole of Canterlot. Her teeth were fangs, her eyes were likening to a serpent, and she was as black as her heart now was.

    The city was burning.