Anthologie101

The moon triumphed over the covers of clouds, the night was still young and the souls of the earth below were finally beginning to rest for their daily, or nightly, slumbers. All of this waiting and aching to return home and a thousand years was over. A thousand years was finally over.

But, which moon was Nightmare Moon sent to?

She looked to her wrist as if watching a clock progress in time, but the joke was on her as she possessed no clock. A thousand years surely had to have approached its end already, right? Or, was it due to the fact that time is so distorted in space that she should not be measuring with time at all, but rather the force of gravity protruding from this hunk of rock and its magnetic field?

If a second did not work, then she did not know what else, save omnipresence or omniscience or a mix of both, could possibly fare in her interest to be of any help to her now.

"Well, I got my wish," the old mare growled at her friend Skippy, who was lying next to her back hoof. "At least I have you, Skippy... perhaps I should just leap down to the miserable rock and hope for the best... though, I never really knew how I was getting down once my time was up anyway."

Skippy, in the mare's imagination, spoke to her in a blur of text so fast it overloaded the servers of her mind still running on a thousand year old dial-up. She took a few seconds out from her day to (partially) realize the rock had just coldly insulted her. Skippy was from the dark side of the moon, after all. Tom X9, a boulder claiming to be Skippy's senpai, said all the rocks from that side of the moon were cold and edgy. Of course. They were rocks. And taking that the moon rotated, every single rock had been on the dark side of the moon at some point or another. This made Nightmare Moon amazingly paranoid.

"I need to get off of this rock," she told herself aloud in the vacuum of space. She knew she was loud, but to be so loud she could be hear in the vacuum of space? That was pretty impressive. "Shut up, Skippy! You know nothing of me! Nothing! All those times I sat on you and your friends mean nothing! Absolutely nothing to me! Do you hear me?!"

Skippy gave her the silent treatment, sitting as still as a sitting duck sitting as still as a rock. For the first time in a thousand years, Skippy did not respond to her.