Once, She Was a Princess

She remembers searching for the Nightmare forces that corrupted her sister. She remembers that their spectres lingered like morning mist in the valleys even once defeated. She remembers the Mare in the Moon stared balefully when she reared her head.

She clearly remembers thinking she’d give anything to have Luna back. She stamped once, categorically, to oust the Nightmare wisps entirely.

Fate must have been tempted by her offer.

How long has the sky been dark? Did the stars always look so inviting?

Maybe duty is abstract. Like love. Like Fate.

What if those things don’t exist?