wings swords and the moon

This story begins over a thousand years ago.

A sisters quarrel and a great evil.

The evil of a oncoming nightmare.

A great thunderclap was heard in the distance, everyone ignorant to the oncoming danger continuing there hard labour on the barren land.

Nothing grows in the dark of the eclipse that has plagued the land for weeks on end.

The people of equestrian are starving.

Celestial sits in her room powerless from exertion and the sapping nature of what is known as the nightmare.

Celestial though is made of stern stuff through her kind, endearing yet resilient character.

The  nightmare may have taken her sister but it won't take her. This was a lie it would take her eventually and it would make her enjoy it.

But for the time being nothing came but a warmth then nothing.

Then the moon sank beneath the hills and mountains of old where the very founders of this land had made amends with one another.

Celestial in awe of seeing her charge again in so long dropped her lower jaw in simple adoration.

The nightmare was gone or so it seemed but as celestial searched the castle a daunting realisation occurred to her.

Luna the night mother was gone, her beloved sister was gone.

What had happened.

Had she defeated the nightmare.

Taken it some were else, what in equestrian had happens.

As her sister ran from room to room in the rather empty feeling castle luna watched a small sad expression of two things.

Sadness overwhelming sadness. There was something else though that was more obscure anger and a rath that was not satisfied.

As these avents unfurled a sacrifice was made for reasons yet to come apparent for the excess  of  a thousand years.

This is were it was made.