Numbness - That's what I felt as my leg broke. I winced at the the resurfacing memories the sickening crack brought to the forefront of my aged mind. My leg was already stitching itself back together, the bone and tissue being healed as if I were a doll at a workshop, simply an object being fixed before my eyes. Pain was a concept that I once knew, but thousands of years of unimaginable amounts of every type of pain would make anyone numb. The tears I shed were from the mental pain I didn't realize I felt, I quickly shut it in a closet in the limitless extent of my mind.
When I finally got back up from the rocky ground, I stretched my flight muscles along with my leathery, thin wings. I snuggled them back to my light grey barrel and yawned, my short but sharp fangs protruding from the top of my wide maw. I didn't need sleep, but it was still an old habit I found myself enjoying every so often. I didn't feel tired, but I would still yawn, as if my body wanted sleep, but the unlimited power it contained wouldn't allow it. I sometimes enjoyed the nightmares the sleep would bring. I would remember ponies, no, people who I had no place to forget. Ponies who only I had the ability to now remember. I tried to think back to the days when I would still wake up in the mornings and collect water for my long dead family, but all I heard were their screams. I didn't wince, or show any sign of emotion, they were my first sacrifices, and the pain of losing them was blocked by all the other deaths I had taken a part in.
Taking in a deep breath through my nostrils, I allowed my pool of magic to overflow, and then guided the pure essence to my wings. Using the charge in my wings, I unfolded them, and brought them down with all my might, flinging myself into the air. The sounds of the night were blocked out by the howling winds. I closed my dull red eyes as to keep them moist. After I began to slow down, and felt my body weight begin to succumb to the forces of gravity, I allowed my wings to go limp behind me, and dived to the ground. I weaved a shield spell, and finally opened my eyes as my makeshift goggles popped into existence. About four or five meters from the ground, I brought my wings forward until I was flying fast and strait. I smirked a little as rocks flew past me, and I flew under rocky overhangs above me. It felt nice to finally be able to fly free after a few hundred or so years I spent being worshiped by a remote village on some random island. I left after they began to make giant, tall, ugly, pony faces and proclaimed they were inspired by me. They were most likely dead. They would have been dead long before if I hadn't shielded the island for every storm or hurricane that passed over the island. I spent the time in a hut, mostly attempting to get them to leave the island. I forget whatever else happened, it wasn't important anyway, they were obsolete, much to outdated to merge with most other civilizations without proclaiming the other people gods for what hey had invented, and feel depressed after they either used them for endless work, or rejected them.
My eyes widened slightly as I pulled up before hitting a mountain. My mind always wandered like that. Sometimes, I'd spend weeks. Thinking. Thinking. Always thinking. I would often think I thought to much. As I reached the peak of the mountain, the star filled sky's masterpiece - the moon - shone onto a castle in the distance. I allowed my speed to dwindle until I was hovering in place. I had heard rumors about a civilization or two on the continent, but I never imagined they were this developed. The castle was almost purple as the white of the wall mingled with the beautiful black of the night. Gold spires and intricate designs covered the entire structure, and it seemed to almost hang over a cliff. Well, it did hang over a cliff, but supports - most likely covered in magical runes to keep it from crumbling - held it aloft. I smiled softly as I saw ponies trotting around the city, shopping, and talking. Maybe I would be able to stay here. At least for a little while.
I landed on the mountain, a thin layer of snow chilling my hooves as I made my way to the edge. As I looked down over the cliff, I noticed how smooth the mountain was, but came to a conclusion after noticing the gravel that had built up at the bottom of the mountain. It must have smoothed the mountain after years and years of erosion. I jumped off the edge, magic goggles still on my betrayingly young looking face and quickly made myself arrow dynamic to build up speed, and slowly began to pull up. The slowness of my constant pulling up and the force of the wind tore my muscles, but they repaired before I would crash. I was again speeding through the cold night air, hoping the ponies wouldn't be hostile, but knowing my luck...
As I flew over a small village that was connected to the castle in the distance by train. Most everypony wandering the streets pointed at me, and said something. I caught a few of the voices say something along the lines of 'Hey, It's Princess Luna'. Whoever this Luna was, I wasn't her. Well, I might have been. My name was lost in the depths of history, behind a closed, triple locked door in my mind. It saddened me as I betrayed my name, changing it everywhere I went. Using my enhanced vision, I spotted a sign at the front of the small town that read 'Welcome to Ponyville'. I'm surprised I hadn't noticed the town until now, especially since there was a large reflective castle in the middle of it. Very poor choice in my opinion, as it clashed greatly with the surrounding area.
As I closed in on the castle, I stopped dead in my tracks. I sensed something... familiar. A magical presence I hadn't felt in so many bland years. I also sensed two more powerful sources near it. I focused on one, and the name 'Celestia' came to mind. The other was who I assumed the ponies had thought I was as the name 'Luna' came to mind. My smile grew as my eyes widened. the third magic source was Discord. The 'evil' spirit of chaos, and my close friend.
