The Battle of Colissia

       I rummaged through my dresser drawers until I found it. The picture was of me, a brown stallion, and a beautiful young girl of about 4 years old, smiling at the camera. Why did she have to endure this? Why? It was bad enough anyways, with the father always being gone.

But her mother was me, and I hadn’t seen her for over 10 decades. She was lucky that she was only 18 right now. I couldn’t have lived if she were dead after all these years. “Oh my dearest daughter, I shall find you. I promise,” I whispered to the pictures. It was then that I noticed Celestia in the doorway.

“Luna, you had a daughter? Who with?” Celestia bombarded me with questions about my past. I felt rather uncomfortable, and kept leaving her questions unanswered. Sheesh, can't I ever have privacy? She kept asking, until I finally exploded.

“I would rather not speak about it! It is my personal business! Get out!” I knew I had hurt Celestia, for she looked crestfallen, but she had no right to dig into the past. What happened was over. I was alone again, and it was my fault. Why did I let myself become corrupted? After Celestia left, I went over the group of ponies going with us. It had originally just been me, Twilight, Fluttershy, the pink one, the fashionista, the cowgirl, and Rainbow Dash. However, the group ended up with Sunset Shimmer, Adagio Dazzle, Trixie the Not-So-Great, Dischord, Shining Armor, and Flash Century joining us.

How did we get into this mess? Ugg… I give up. With that, I raised the moon and started off Night Court.