Dreams of the Heart

Chapters

Chapter 2: Healing
Chapter 3: The Reward
Chapter 4: About Town
Chapter 5: Back at the Farm
Chapter 6: The Dinner
Chapter 7: The Morning After
Chapter 8: Sweet Dreams
Chapter 9: The Discussion
Chapter 10: The Daydream
Chapter 11: Revelations
Intermission
Chapter 13: Longest Day
Chapter 1: The Battle
Chapter 12: Under the Moon

Chapter 2: Healing

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 2: Healing

The time passed slowly. The devastation lay as a open wound upon the earth. An equally devastated alicorn lay amongst the desolation. She had caused this ruin, and now she had become one with it.

The birds stopped chirping. Suddenly it became deathly silent. Then there was a crack of twigs, a rustle of leaves somewhere out there. It grew louder, it grew nearer. Suddenly it stopped. A figure stood, surveying the devastation and the lifeless Princess Luna....

***

Voices could be heard. They sounded near and yet somehow distant, inaudible. Luna felt warm, intensely warm. And she couldn’t move. Was this death? Was this the death that the immortal alicorns knew o so well yet had not experienced, a passage that awaited everypony except them? No, she could feel. There was pain, a dull pain, an ever-present and all encompassing pain, but a life-affirming pain. She struggled to open her eyes. The scene was blurry. With great difficulty she focused her eyes, making everything clear. She was lying in a bed, heavy blankets stretching out before her. She lay in a bed, in a very plain room, but she was not sure where she was. Suddenly Luna became aware of an IV to the right of her bed. A small tube ran from the suspended bag down and under the blankets. She must be in a hospital, but where? In Canterlot? She had visited the hospital in Canterlot, and the rooms were not this plain. Then where? She thought back, trying to clear the murky haze and assemble the jumbled pieces in her head. She had gone out to investigate a strange sense, something amiss coming from the Everfree Forest. She encountered her foe. They battled across the night sky. She had triumphed. Or had she? Luna thought back and remembered the form in the crater. It was lying there, but she wasn’t sure about its fate. Everything after that was black.

She lay there trying to reconstruct her night. But the voices brought her back to the present. She had fought on the edge of the Everfree Forest. If she had crashed into the forest, then this was most likely…. Luna thought, becoming acutely aware of the ache in her head. I know this place, I’ve been here she thought. This town, this small town. It is where they hold the, the, the Nightmare festival. She knew the name, it was lurking in the shadows of her mind. She reached out to it, and drew it forward: Ponyville.

Ponyville. The Ponyville where the Elements of Harmony reside. The Ponyville where a Princess Twilight Shimmer lives. No, where Princess Twilight -, Twilight -, where Princess Twilight lives. The Ponyville where she had captured her sis-. No, that was a darker time. Luna let those shameful memories slip back into the darkness, a slide aided by her aching and confused mind.

The doorknob turned and the door swung open. In floated a clipboard suspended by a red glow. A unicorn walked in, the face obscured by the clipboard. After a moment it moved out of the way revealing a red unicorn sporting a black mane and wearing a white doctor’s coat. She recognized this pony, she had known him back in Canterlot. It was – she had trouble remembering.

“Princess Luna, I see that you are awake,” he said.

Luna starred at him, trying to remember. He saw her effort at trying to the piece memories together. “Doctor Ratched, the royal physician.” Ah yes, Dr. Ratched. She had seen him only twice since returning, though he had been the royal physician under her sister for a number of years.

“How – .” Luna had great difficulty getting the word out, it being more of a soft murmur than anything else.

“You very nearly died from your injuries.” He floated the clipboard back in front of his face. “Seven broken ribs, a fractured wing, internal bleeding, massive blood –.”

“Doctor Ratched, may I have a word with you?” A cream colored unicorn with a brown mane appeared at the door. He wore a doctor’s coat and sported an electrocardiogram for a cutie mark.

“Just a minute. I am informing the princess of her injuries,” Doctor Ratched said, casually dismissing the doctor at the door.

“Doctor Ratched, a word with you now,” the doctor at the door said. Though not yelling, the was much force and irritation in his voice.

“Very well.” Doctor Ratched turned to Luna, saying “I will see you in a few minutes.” Doctor Ratched walked through the door, a blue haze pulling the door firmly shut.

Luna could hear voices in the hallway. At first, they were soft, but eventually they grew louder. Luna couldn’t discern the words, but she could tell the conversation was getting heated. Then, silence. A gentle voice could be heard through the door. Was that? Yes, it was her sister, Princess Celestia. More discussion followed. Then the door opened again and the cream colored doctor walked into the room. A blue glow quietly shut the door behind him.

“Princess Luna, I am Doctor Horse, the head physician here at Ponyville Hospital. Let me assure you that you are getting the very best possible medical care. We have a whole team of specialists monitoring your condition.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “My apologies. I did not know Doctor Ratched would come in here and disturb you with details of your condition. He is an outstanding doctor, but between you and me, I’m afraid his bedside manner needs some work,” Doctor Horse said with a heavy sigh. “You have sustained bad injuries, but with time, you can expect to make a full recovery. I know you have many questions, but please, you need to rest.”

“Celest-” Luna struggled, her word still a murmur.

“Princess Celestia is here. She has been here for the last six days, never leaving the hospital.”

Six days?! Did he say six days? Had she really been here six days? She didn’t remember any of it. What did Celestia think? Hopefully she did not believe Luna’s running off into the night was a prelude to another coup d’etat attempt. What about the moon? Celestia must be pulling double duty. “Celestia” Luna threw what force she could muster into the word.

Doctor Horse looked surprised at the force of the word, but spoke to her in a calm, soothing voice. “Your highness I assure you your sister is here. Princess Celestia has refused to leave until she knows you are okay. There will be plenty of time as you recover to speak with your sister. But now is the time for rest. You must recover your strength. I give you my word that when you are well enough, I will bring your sister to see you.” He stepped toward the door and stopped. He looked back at Luna and said “Please get some rest. We will be here for anything you may need.” Doctor Horse carefully opened the door, and stepped through. He turned, looked at Luna, and gave a reassuring smile before gently closing the door. Luna stared at the door, wanting to talk with her sister. She had to explain what had happened. She had to make sure it had been defeated. But quickly, her eyes grew heavy, and her vision grew dim until it turned to black.

Princess Luna was asleep again, recovering from the battle she had narrowly won.

***

Luna awoke from her sleep. She opened her eyes. Darkness filled the room, the only light coming in from under the door. And it was quiet. The only thing she could hear came from the soft blowing of air through the heating system. It was night, she could feel it. Was it that same night, or had she been out for several days? She closed her eyes, trying to decide how long she had been asleep. She would never come to a definitive conclusion, slipping back into sleep within moments.

***

Luna would wake and slip back into sleep several more times. Each time her vision returned more quickly, her mind pieced together the past with greater ease, her time awake ever increasing. She even managed a few short conversations with the staff. But still, ever-present was the pain.

***

The door creaked open. In came a white pony bearing a red cross for a cutie mark, a simple nurse’s hat sitting atop her pink mane. She quietly walked over to the IV and checked its status. The pony heard a moan coming from the bed.

Princess Luna opened her eyes and focused on the visitor. “Good morning Nurse Redheart,” Luna’s voice soft but steady.

Nurse Redheart bowed her patient. “Good morning to you, Princess Luna. How are we feeling today?”

Luna smiled a little bit. “Thou need not bow to us here,” Luna replied, unconsciously slipping back into the plural.

“Forgive me your highness, we are not used to treating royalty.”

“We are doing fine, though we have a little more pain than yesterday.”

“I will ask the doctors if we can increase the medication and ease your pain.”

“Thank you very much.”

“You are quite welcome,” Nurse Redheart replied as she walked toward the door.

“Nurse Redheart?”

“Yes your highness?”

“We would like to speak with our sister.”

“You seem to be much better your highness. I will ask the doctors if they will allow it.”

“Thank you. We would also like to see a mirror.”

Nurse Redheart paused for a moment. “I- I’m not sure that is a good idea.”

“Why not?” Luna asked, a little fear seeping into her voice.

“A- perhaps tomorrow your highness?”

“What is the matter? Please fetch me a mirror.”

“Your highness-”

“A mirror.” Luna’s voice was the most forceful she had used since the battle, but if fell well short of the royal Canterlot voice.

Nurse Redheart, walked over to the table, attempting to suppress her emotions. She felt a little fear of her patient. After all she was Luna, Princess of the Night, sister of Celestia, Princess of the Sun. A powerful alicorn who moved the moon and stars across the night sky. One who had lived dozens of lifetimes, walking with eternity. One who had been Nightmare Moon, the evil, dark force that had attempted to plunge Equestria into eternal darkness. With some trepidation, she passed the mirror to the princess.

Luna looked in the mirror, a conflicting mixture of relief and shock rushing through her. She saw her reflection, but it wasn’t quite her former image. It was her face, but her coat a dull gray, her magical nightscape replaced by a dull, motionless mane….

***

Several days later Princess Luna sat in bed, eating her lunch. She had been consuming solid food for almost a week. She munched on her mixed greens, reflecting that though simple, the food provided her with immense comfort. Just the mere acts of chewing, swallowing, and feeling her stomach fill with food reinvigorated her, giving her strength.

Overall Luna’s condition had improved markedly since being brought to the Ponyville Hospital several weeks earlier. She had been washed, cleansing her wounds and removing the thick masses of clotted blood and hair that had adorned her coat. Soothing creams had been rubbed into the cuts and gashes, relieving pain and preventing infection. New feathers were coming in, replacing those that had been torn and broken. Her strength had returned as well. No longer was her voice the soft, weak whisper it had once been, instead replaced with confidence and strength. She felt capable of using the royal Canterlot voice, but realized it as inappropriate and unnecessary. Though still sore in the ribs, her breathing was no longer labored. Luna’s head had returned to normal, allowing her to concentrate on piecing together the events that had led to her stay in the hospital.

As she sat, eating her lunch, her mind wandered, and a sense of apprehension filled her. She still had yet to talk to Celestia. What would her sister say? Would she be upset with her for sneaking out of the castle at night, without any of her Night Guard, nearly getting herself killed? Would she be disappointed that Luna had not come to her and asked for aid before setting off for battle? What about the moon? Celestia had to be tired from pulling double duty, setting the moon as she rose the sun at dawn, then setting the sun and raising the moon at dusk. Well, she should be used to it, for she had to do it for a thousand years after…No, let’s not think of that.

Still though, Luna could see what how things transpired. Celestia, on her private balcony, seeing the moon still in the sky, angry with her sister for shirking her royal duties and secretly wondering if this was a sign that Luna would once again refuse to yield the night to the day. Celestia would nevertheless use her magic to raise the sun, beating back the night with her anger. She would breakfast alone, silently fuming as to the whereabouts of her insolent sister. Celestia would take her seat in the throne room and open the royal court. Ponies from all over Equestria would come to her seeking her wisdom, her approval, her judgment. Land disputes, technical legal claims, foreign affairs, macro and microeconomic matters would all be put before her. She would be intently listening to a case as a royal guard burst into the throne room, bowing and informing the Princess of the Sun that the Princess of the Night was lying on her deathbed in Ponyville Hospital. Celestia would rush to Ponyville, the pegasi of her royal guard struggling to keep up. Arriving at the hospital, rushing into the waiting room, Celestia would demand to know Luna’s condition. Doctor Horse would say that Luna was hanging by a thread, and may not live to see another day. Celestia, tears in her eyes, would excuse herself and retire to a private room, to sob about her dying sister. The Elements of Harmony would arrive, Princess Twilight Sparkle seeking to console the distraught Princess Celestia. The news would spread across Equestria like dragonfire. The subjects would be concerned, most secretly wondering if the threat of Nightmare Moon would be extinguished forever….

The door opened and Luna saw Doctor Horse walk into the room. She had been visited by Doctor Horse everyday, whether she was awake or not. He continually presented an upbeat and affable manner, always asking how she was feeling, and engaging in friendly conversation before filling her in on her condition. His manner was in stark contrast to Doctor Ratched, whose few visits had been brief, formal, and cold.

“Good Morning Princess,” Doctor Horse said as he took a slight bow. Luna had given up on telling the staff they need not show such formalities during her stay, but none had heeded her advice. “I am glad to see you are enjoying your lunch. I imagine, though, you are used to much fancier fare from the royal chefs.”

“The meals in Canterlot are much more lavish than this, but, if thou wants to know the truth, I much prefer this simple food to the elaborate dishes served in the castle.” Doctor Horse chuckled. “Does thou find something humorous?”

With a small smile on his face, Doctor Horse replied, “Princess Celestia has several royal chefs standing by. They are to prepare your food when you are able to eat more lavish meals. Perhaps we should keep you on a special diet for the foreseeable future?”

“I would like that,” Luna replied, breaking into a friendly smile.

“Well, your highness, I wanted to keep you informed on your recovery. Your ribs are healing quite nicely. We will be taking another X-ray of your wing tomorrow, but I think your cast will be coming off in a few days. It will still be fragile, so I don’t want you to overexert it.”

“I am pleased to hear that.”

“We also plan to start you on physical therapy. We want to ensure that you are ready to start flying again.”

“Yes…”

There was an awkward pause. “Is something a matter your highness?”

“I have stayed here several weeks. Would it be possible to speak with my sister?” Luna queried, giving Doctor Horse an hopeful look.

Doctor Horse considered for a moment. “You still have much recovery to go…. However, you have made considerable progress, I believe a short visit would be appropriate. I will inform Princess Celestia that she may see you.” Doctor Horse stepped towards the door.

“We thank you.”

Doctor Horse paused, gave a friendly smile, bowed, and stepped over the threshold, the door closing behind him. Luna once again sat in silence, alone with her meal. She knew she should finish her lunch, but the realization that Princess Celestia would be there shortly made Luna not feel hungry. An aura surrounded the tray and floated over to the nightstand. Luna slid herself backwards a little so she could sit upward for the conversation. Yes, Luna had been awaiting this conversation, apprehension enveloping her. This conversation would be difficult, but necessary.

Princess Luna heard voices in the hall, though she could not discern what the conversation entailed. Luna focused her magic, amplifying her hearing, and the discussion became clear.

Doctor Horse was speaking. “…Princess Luna is still recovering, her injuries were quite severe. I must again insist again that you do not say anything to upset your sister.”

“Remember your place Horse,” came a rebuke from Doctor Ratched.

“Doctors, please, I will handle this with utmost tact. However, I have questions that must be answered.” Luna’s heart sank. “I assure you that my sister’s health is of paramount concern to me and I will do everything within my power to keep her calm.”

The voices went quiet and Luna heard two distinct sets of hoofsteps walk away. Luna braced herself. There was a long pause and Luna heard Celestia take a deep breath. A magical aura formed, gently swinging open the door to reveal the Princess of the Sun. Princess Celestia carefully walked in, and closed the door behind her. “Luna, I am happy to see you are recovering well.”

Luna replied, a sad, apprehensive undertone belying the confidence she sought to convey. “Sister, it pleases me to see you. We have important matters to discuss.”

Luna’s directness surprised Celestia. She expected Luna to be weak from her injuries or very skittish about the conversation. “Yes, Lulu,” Celestia said, using the loving nickname to calm her sister.

“I-” Luna paused. She had expected Celestia to appear more stern, more judgmental. Luna suddenly found herself at a loss for words, not knowing what to say. “I-, I’m so sorry we have failed you sister.” Tears began to form in Luna’s eyes and she peered down at her blanket. “We have once again caused you much pain and sadness.
We do not deserve your forgiveness yet again.”

A gentle wing wrapped around Luna and she peered up into Celestia eyes. Those eyes lacked anger, hate, disappointment. Instead they showed only compassion, love, and concern. “Hush, Lulu, it’s alright.” Celestia’s eyes glistened, though Luna knew she would shed no tears, having learned to control her emotions for a thousand years.

Luna cried a little before regaining her composure. “We-, I went out to investigate. I did not know what it was, but I sensed something strange coming from near Ponyville. I ventured into the Everfree looking for it. Had I known what I was facing, I would have taken my guard-I would have asked for your help.”

“Luna, what did you find?”

Luna found herself speechless for a moment. What did she mean What did you find? Hadn’t they seen it in the crater lying there? Oh, no! It did not meet its end after all. It had only been stunned and escaped while Luna was unconscious! She had failed! It was still out there! How many ponies would be killed because of Luna’s failures!?

“Luna?”

“Sister, we fought a riesen.”

“A riesen?” Celestia asked, the disbelief coming across in her voice.

“Yes, a riesen.”

“There hasn’t been a sighting in more than a thousand years.” Celestia paused, taking full consideration of the magnitude of the revelation. “It has been a long time since I thought of our battle with the riesen. It took both of us to defeat it, and we both nearly died. It is not something I wanted to remember.”

“Neither have I, but it has haunted my dreams of late” Luna professed.

“It has?” the concern obvious in her voice.

“Yes, sister.”

Celestia paused, choosing her words carefully. “Was that the strange sensation that drew you to the Everfree Forest?”

“I do not know. I knew there was something amiss, but I did not sense a riesen. It felt more like…”

“Yes?” gently prodded Celestia.

“It felt more like a pony was having a nightmare, but I couldn’t reach them in their dreams.”

“How so?”

“I cannot explain it. I went out to investigate, thinking I would find what I sought. You have no power with dreams, so I did not wake you. And I have been to the Ponyville several times on my own, and….”

“And?”

“The last time I went there with my Night Guard, my arrival was less than welcome.”

“On Nightmare Night?” Celestia knew Luna’s relationship with the subjects was a sensitive subject.

“Yes. I thought it best to be discreet.”

“I see.”

“I went to the Everfree and came upon the beast. It took both of us last time to defeat it, but I did not think I could wait. Too many lives were hanging in the balance. We fought….” Luna trailed off, thinking of the battle, but also the strangeness of the riesen.

“And you defeated the beast” continued Celestia.

“I did? You found its remains in the crater?” Luna said, a sudden hopefulness in her voice.

“We found remains in the crater, but were unable to identify it. The remains were–unusual.”

“Unusual?”

“The remains lacked form, it was more a mass than anything else.” Luna’s face darkened. “Lulu?”

“The riesen I fought was not like the last one. This beast was, different. It seemed not fully formed, but was not a juvenile. And it didn’t act like the riesen we fought.”

“How so?”

“It lacked cunning, the cold calculating nature of a riesen. It seemed driven by pure emotion, an unrestrained fury that it directed towards me.”

Celestia, repressing her anxiety, thought for a moment. “Can you tell me anything more of the riesen?”

“I was surprised I beat it. Had it been a normal riesen, I surely would have perished. I am so very sorry for having put you through this.”

“It’s alright Lulu, I forgive you” Celestia again wrapping her wing around Luna.

Luna was unresponsive to the hug. “You shouldn’t have to forgive us. We should not be disappointing you like this.”

“You are not a disappointment. In fact, I am proud of you. You defeated a riesen by yourself, facing certain death, willing to lay your life down for your subjects. You have shown a deep compassion that our subjects will return.”

“They still remember Nightmare Moon” Luna confided with a heavy heart.

It pained Celestia to see Luna still feeling that redemption was a long way off. Again Celestia chose her words carefully. “Yes, they will always remember Nightmare Moon. But acts like this show them that Nightmare Moon is no more, that my sister cares for them and will become a beloved leader.”

Luna gave a weak smile.

“You are extremely lucky the Apples found you and brought you here. Their quick thinking saved your life.”

“The Apples?”

“Yes, you landed in Sweet Apple Acres.” Celestia stood up. “I will leave you to rest. I must return to Canterlot with this knowledge and consult with the council. Take care dear Lulu. I look forward to your return to Canterlot and your next night sky.” Celestia paused at the door. “The Elements of Harmony have been extremely concerned with your condition. Perhaps they could come to visit tomorrow?”

Luna’s face brightened. “Yes, I would like that.”

“I will see to it. Goodbye Luna, I will return to check on you soon.”

“Goodbye sister.”

***

Luna lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Ever since her conversation with Princess Celestia the day before, Luna had been rolling it over and over in her mind. She replayed it, twisting it and stretching it. Luna analyzed every word, considering what was said, what was meant. Luna pondered everything that was said, but more importantly what was not said.

She also remembered Celestia’s revelation that Luna had been found at Sweet Apple Acres. It was dark and her focus had been on defeating the murderous beast in front of her. But it did make sense. Sweet Apple Acres bordered the Everfree Forest. Its orchards filled with grown apple trees could easily have been mistaken in the heat of battle for an extension of the forest. She must thank Applejack and reward her for saving her life. She must also apologize for damaging their trees and leaving a smoking crater in their land….

A knock at the door broke Luna’s thought, bringing her back to the hospital room. Nurse Redheart appeared, bowing to Luna. Again, with the bowing? “Princess Luna, there are several ponies here to see you if you feel up to it.”

“Yes, we would like that very much.”

“Very well, your highness. I will send them in.” She bowed, and closed the door behind her.

Luna lay there, feeling an eagerness at the prospect of visitors. Except for Celestia, Luna had seen no pony save the doctors and nurses of Ponyville Hospital. A purple aura glowed and the door swung open. A purple alicorn walked in, bearing a six-pointed star for a cutie marking. Trailing closely behind her a purple dragon with green trim entered. A beautiful white unicorn mare strolled in, her mane and tailed perfectly styled. The next pony did not walk in, but instead flew in. She was a blue pegasus with an unkempt rainbow colored mane and tail. The next pony did not walk in either, instead the pink pony came bouncing in, her manner most at odds with her serious nature of the hospital. A yellow pegasus shyly walked in, her pink mane obscuring part of her face but her butterfly cutie mark clearly visible. Finally, an orange earth pony sporting a stetson hat trotted into the room. They gathered around Luna’s bed, and all bowed to the princess.

“Princess Luna, how are you? We have all been so worried about you” Princess Twilight began.

“I am well. The staff of this hospital have done a most exceptional job” said Luna.

“All better party!” yelled Pinkie Pie, throwing confetti into the air and blowing a noisemaker.

“Well, I still have some healing to go” Luna said with a sigh.

“Get well party!” corrected Pinkie Pie, again throwing confetti and blowing the noisemaker.

“We heard you fought the riesen” said Twilight.

“Yeah. You totally kicked its tail!” interrupted Rainbow Dash.

“I hope it didn’t suffer too much” said a sullen Fluttershy.

“I took no pleasure in defeating it in battle, Fluttershy. But it was a life-or-death contest, and too many ponies lives were at risk.”

“Yes, I mean, uh-” stammered Fluttershy, feeling bad that she had pitied the reisen when it had nearly killed the princess that lay in front of her.

“Do you know where it came from?” asked Twilight.

“I do not know.”

“Could that horrible beast have escaped from Tarturus?” inquired Rarity.

“Perhaps. I am unsure” pondered Luna.

“Princess Celestia has scouts combing the area and the Everfree Forest. If there are any more out there, or any other monsters, they will be found” assured Twilight.

“They better run and hide, or Luna will kick their tails!” beamed Rainbow Dash.

“It was a most difficult battle, a draining experience. If it had not been for you, Applejack, I would have surely died after the fight. Thank you very much for saving my life.”

“Well, ah ‘preciate that, but ah didn’t save yer life” admitted Applejack. She wasn’t the Element of Honesty for nothing.

“You did not?” asked a surprised Luna.

“Nah, Big Mac found ya. He went out to work the South Orchard, and found ya lyin’ there. Without sayin’ a word, he loaded ya in the wagon and hoofed it over here.”

“He did? I would like to thank him, is he here?” inquired Luna.

“He’s workin’ the South Orchard today.”

“Oh. I apologize for the damage to your crop. I did not realize I was over your field when I sent that blast of energy at the riesen.”

“Now don’t you go frettin’ over it. We have plenty of trees at Sweet Apple Acres. I’m just glad ya al’right.”

“Is there anything we can get for you, Princess Luna?” asked Twilight.

“Ooo- perhaps I can make you a more fashionable hospital gown. The ones they have here are soo drab. And I could bring in some better drapes and some fresh flowers, and -”

“Gesh, Rarity. This is a hospital, not a five-star hotel!” complained Rainbow Dash.

“Well, one might recover faster in beautiful surroundings” retorted Rarity.

“I thank you Rarity. But anything would have to be approved by the hospital staff” admitted Luna, seeking to end this argument before it grew.

“I know! Last time I was in here, I was soooo bored out of my mind until Twilight gave me the most awesome book in all the world – Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone. O - I could loan you my own personal copy!”

“Rainbow, the hospital has a copy” said Twilight.

“Yeah, but my copy isn’t as beat up, so it’s at least 20% cooler.” Twilight just rolled her eyes.

In walked Doctor Ratched. “Princess Luna, it is time for your lunch. I’m afraid you all are going to have to leave” he said, motioning to the gang gathered around Luna.

“Could they stay a few more minutes?” asked a hopeful Luna.

“I’m afraid not. After your lunch we will be taking another X-ray of your wing.”

“We will be back to visit you soon” assured Twilight as she walked out through the door.

“I hope you feel better soon Princess Luna” said Spike as he followed Twilight out the door.

“Me too” squeaked Fluttershy, still feeling bad about her earlier comment. She gingerly walked out of the room.

“Do take care and let us know if there is anything we can get you” said Rarity taking a final, longing glance around the room.

“I’m going to see if I can get Daring Do” called Rainbow as she flew out the door.

“And don’t you worry about them apple trees. They’re tough, just like you.”

“I’ll start planning your out-of-the-hospital party!” said Pinky as she bounced out behind Applejack, followed by Doctor Ratched.

Luna looked around her room. It had been an all too short visit. Now she was alone again. A brilliant doctor or not, Luna couldn’t understand what Celestia saw in Doctor Ratched. In walked Nurse Redheart, pushing a cart with Luna’s lunch.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this two chapter sneak peak! New chapters of Part 1 will be posted every Friday, starting 20 May 2016.

Again, lots of thanks to my editors, TheMajorTechie and Rijo Striker.

Keep Writing,

Dreadnought

Chapter 3: The Reward

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 3: The Reward

Several weeks passed by….

Princess Luna made significant progress in her recovery. Her wounds healed, leaving no trace of the multitude of cuts, scratches, and gashes that mangled her body when she had arrived. Her sides, once sore due to seven broken ribs, no longer caused her any pain, allowing her to breathe freely again. New, crisp feathers replaced those lost in batte, and the fractured bone in her wing had been set. To help her fly again, Luna underwent numerous hours of physical therapy with experts Princess Celestia hired from Canterlot. Celestia even arranged for a special visit from the Wonderbolts, much to Rainbow Dash’s delight. And Luna’s mane, drained of magic during the battle with the riesen, finally returned to its starry, magically flowing form.

Nearly everyday Luna was visited by most, if not all, of the Elements of Harmony. And true to their word, they had done their utmost to make Luna’s stay as comfortable as possible. Rainbow Dash delivered not just one, but the entire Darring Do collection for Luna to read. Twilight too brought books, but being Celestia’s ever-faithful student, her books were more serious in nature, ranging from history to astronomy to medicine. Of course Luna thanked Twilight for the thoughtful assortment, saying she would read every one. But the moment Twilight would leave, Luna cast aside those dull books and dug into the latest adventures of Darring Do. She would have to thank Rainbow Dash for introducing her to the series.

Though Luna preferred the simple, nutritious meals served by the hosptial, her diet was dramatically augmented. Applejack brought a basket of apples every few days, along with apple pies, apple fritters, apple fries, apple strudels, apple tarts, apple brioche, apple cinnamon crips, apple cobbler, apple chips, apple dumplings, apple turnovers, and caramel apples. Luna was truly astonished at how many treats could be made from apples. Applejack even sneaked in apple cider from the private family stash, although before she revealed the surprise, she made Luna perform a Pinkie Promise not to reveal this secret to Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy, for her part, brought in fresh sweet honey from the hives she worked behind her cottage. Even Spike offered Luna a large sparkling emerald, though he knew she could not eat it. Luna kindly thanked Spike for his thoughtfulness then surreptitiously passed the gem to a ecstatic Rarity. But it was Pinkie Pie, backed up with the full force of the Cakes and Sugarcube Corner, that provided the most bountiful spread. Cream puffs, cookies, sweet rolls, eclairs, muffins, scones, cinnaom rolls, piononos, pies, cakes, danishes, doughnuts, and every type of candy flowed into Luna’s room. She even, with the levitation magic of Twilight and Rarity, brought in an entire Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness. Luna of course politely received every gift. After they left, these treats were distributed amongst the patients and staff along with the Night Guards protecting her. Coincidently, and on a completely unrelated note, cases of stomachaches spiked at Ponyville Hospital.

Rarity proved to be the most ambitious and industrious of the group. Not to be stopped, she received permission from the staff to redecorate Luna’s room. Beautiful new drapes framed the windows and hoof-stitched quilts adorned Luna’s bed. An antique wooden vanity replaced the simple table, accented with a vase of flowers Rarity changed everyday. Next to Luna’s bed sat a bookcase, straining under the ever-increasing number of books Twilight brought. Rarity even assured Luna that she was working on a fabulous new dress the princess could wear when discharged from the hospital.

Princess Celestia also frequented the hospital, though royal duties prevented her from coming everyday. Luna and Celestia spent much time reminiscing, from their youth, to their accension to power, to recent events. Strictly off-limits was any mention of Nightmare Moon’s banishment, lest it upset Luna. Celestia ensured Luna was kept abreast on all matters of state, from important diplomatic affairs to minor protocol changes at the castle. Celestia even managed to play a pratical joke or two, such as hiding all of the Darring Do books, nearly driving Luna insane. And every time Celestia left, Luna overloaded her with a large asortment of the treats given by the Elements of Harmony.

The one pony Luna expected to see had yet to make an appearance. She knew from Applejack that the family was busy harvesting apples and working the fields, along with all the numerous chores involved with running a farm. Yet still, she anticipated Big McIntosh coming any day to receive his reward. After all, he saved the life of a princess of Equestria, not a trivial matter.

***

The day finally came when Princess Luna was discharged from Ponyville Hospital. She had been a patient for several weeks and, as Doctor Horse promised, made a full recovery. Everypony was amazed at the progress, though many suspected the alicorn magic she possessed aided the recovery. She had been brought in to Ponyville Hospital, battered and broken. Cuts and gashes scarred her body giving a visual record of the ferocity of the battle. Fractured ribs ached, making every breath a painful labor. But most serious was the internal bleeding. Only a rushed surgery saved her life. Though Luna knew she had been near death, only the staff and Princess Celestia knew exactly how close she had come to passing.

Luna took a longing gaze around the hospital room that had become her home. It once again looked like the simple room she awoke in. The bed lay bare, the beautiful quilts packed away in a trunk awaiting the trip to Canterlot. The simple table again pushed against the wall, replacing the antique vanity. Even the lovely drapes Rarity provided had been taken down.

“Your highness, are you ready?”

Luna turned and saw one of her Night Guards standing at the door. Originally Celestia posted her own Royal Guard to protect Luna. Only when Luna insisted that the Night Guard had not failed her, that she neglected to take them with her to Ponyville on the night of her battle, did Celestia relent and allow them to stand watch over the recovering Luna.

“Yes, I am ready.” Luna walked to the door, and with one final glance, stepped through and closed the door behind her.

***

Luna’s departure proved a small affair. The staff had thrown her a going-away party the night before, aided by a certain pink pony. Luna exchanged a few, brief words to Doctor Horse and Nurse Redheart before receiving her final out-processing paperwork. With that, her stay officially ended.

Luna stepped outside. Celestia’s sun shone brightly, its rays warming Luna’s coat and feathers. The smell of fresh flowers wafted through the air, carried along by a soft breeze. Ponies wandered around, going about their day’s business like any other day. Normally Luna would be retiring to bed at this hour, but the weeks at Ponyville Hospital had altered her schedule. Now, at least for the time being, she was a princess of the day, like her sister Celestia.

Before Luna sat her royal chariot. Two of her Night Guard stood in front, eager to fly their beloved princess back to the castle in Canterlot. Captain Night Shadow stood by, bowed, and said “Your highness, are you ready to return to the castle?”

“I am ready.” Luna stepped forward, putting her right front hoof onto the chariot, then paused. She stepped back. “No, I will not be leaving at this time. I have unfinished business in Ponyville,” Luna said, much to her guards’ surprise.

“Your highness, all your belongings have been packed, all accounts settled.”

“Yes there is still one matter to attend to before I leave. When my business is concluded, I shall return here for the ride back to Canterlot,” Luna said, turning away from her chariot and preparing to take to flight.

“Princess Luna, we are under strict orders from Princess Celestia to guard you at all times” Night Shadow protested.

Luna turned, fury in her eyes. “Does not the Night Guard answer only to us? Celestia has no say in its affairs.”

“Well, yes your highness – you see Princess Celestia had taken command of the Night Guard during your recovery,” Night Shadow stammered, with some fear in his voice.

Luna let go of her anger. She knew she always possesed a bad temper, and this was not the time to let it flare. Celestia was right. Given the circumstances of her stay at Ponyville Hospital, perhaps Luna should be more prudent when it came to her protection. Luna began, a little apologetically, in a very calm voice, “Yes, I see your point. Very well, I will take several members with me as I conclue this business.”

“Molossus. Blue Moon. You’re with me” ordered Night Shadow. The three ponies formed around Luna. She gave a slight smile, and took to the air, followed by her guards.

Luna soared though the beautiful morning sky. A few pegasus ponies populated the clouds, all waving at the passing princess. She gazed down at Ponyville, the town a sight to behold. Sugarcube Corner lay below, scents of freshly baked treats rising from the ovens, though the thought of its confections made Luna and her guard a tad bit nauseous, having been overloaded with mountians of sweets during the princess’s recovery. Located in the town square, the town hall stood proud, having been rebuilt since a certain accident-prone gray pegasus unwittingly destroyed it. Over to her left lay the quill and sofa store, that unique shop that only purveyed the two most unlikeliest of pairings. And there was Carosel Boutique, home and business of Rarity. Ahead stood the Castle of Friendship, Princess Twilight Sparkle’s striking new home, ever since Lord Tirek destroyed the Golden Oak Library. But Luna’s destination lay not in Ponyville. She and her security detail passed over the outskirts of town.

“Your highness, are we heading for the Everfree Forest?” asked Night Shadow, concern showing in his voice.

“No, but it is near the forest,” replied Luna.

The group flew over orchards. Luna saw the complex that made up Sweet Apple Acres. In the middle stood the old family farmhouse, with the large red barn close by. Other small buidlings surrounded the two central structures. Luna looked down, but did not see any activity. Really it should not have been a surprise. She had noticed Granny Smith attending to business in town. And Applebloom must be at school with all the other phillys and colts. Which left the older two Apple siblings, who must be working in the fields or orchards. Luna circled, attempting to decide the best direction to go. Finally, she headed towards the South Orchard. If she was wrong, what difference did it make? She had no appointments to keep, and her chariot would wait the whole day if need be.

As Luna flew over the apple trees, she remembered her battle. Furiously she fought the beast, hurtling blasts of magically energy, throwing wild punches, and kicking with all her might. She recalled the pain, the claws ripping into her flesh, the bleeding, her bones cracking, her strength failing, her magic waning. The battle had brought her within an inch of death.

Below Luna sighted her quarry. She saw Big McIntosh pulling an old plow. Luna descended and gracefully landed at the far edge of the field. Turning, she instructed her guards to remain there while she conducted her business. With her guards carefully surveying the scene, searching for monsters or threats, Luna trotted over in front of Big McIntosh.

When Big Mac first saw Luna, it took him quite by surprise. When he found her in the South Orchard, she lay broken, bloodied, and only capable of a few, wispy breaths. Instantly he had thrown out the apple pies he was hauling to market, and gently loaded the fragile princess into the cart. He then hurried with all due haste to Ponyville Hospital, careful to not overturn the cart and taking into account every bump, rut, and rock on the road. When he arrived at the hospital, the staff instantly rushed the princess into the emergency room. He stood there for a while, until he was told it would be some time before she would regain consciousness and the royal court at Canterlot was alerted. He had thought of visiting Princess Luna in the hospital, but work always got in the way. That, and his wish to avoid Princess Luna. Not that he feared or disliked Luna, but it seemed to go against his humble nature. He felt visiting the princess would make him appear smug, brash, or conceited. He knew she was in good hooves with the hospital staff and with Princess Celestia and the Elements of Harmony always visiting her.

But Big Mac was also a bit surprised at her presence. What was she doing in this field, with its rows of dirt marking the plow’s path? Obviously she wanted to speak with him, for he was the only one there. He dreaded the conversation, fearing his saving her life would hang over the discussion like a lead weight.

Big Mac, without unhitching himself from the plow, bowed and stood there, looking at Princess Luna.

Luna stared back, expecting him to say something. When he did not, she began, “I understand that you are the pony that found me after my battle. You were the one who took me to Ponyville Hospital.”

“Eeyup.”

The directness and informality of the response surprised Luna. Most everypony she met displayed extreme courtesy in front of her, even when she requested they not. Still though, he was a farm pony. And what she knew of Applejack and Applebloom, the Apples were not one for pomp, favoring the simple life. Princess Luna continued, “I have come to dispense your reward. Would you accept a thousand bits?”

“Nnope.”

Luna was shocked. Being a princess of Equestria “no”, or in this case “nnope”, was not an answer she was accustomed to hearing. She fully expected him to graciously accept the money she offered. But Big McIntosh had a point. Though she had never really thought about it before, the life of a princess certainly was worth more than a thousand bits. “Very well, would two thousand bits be acceptable?”

“Nnope.”

Nnope? Again he had refused her request. And worse, he just stood there staring at her. Still, perhaps he was right again. Two thousand seemed like a low value for the life of a princess. Luna thought for a moment, and increased the offer. “What about five thousand bits?”

“Nnope.”

Again he had refused. Five thousand bits seemed like a very reasonable amount. It was a large sum, but five thousand bits still was not enough. Slowly, Princess Luna began to understand. He saved her life not out of compassion but greed, knowing he hit paydirt. She was his ticket off the farm to a better, richer, more comfortable life. This large pony in front of her intened to milk every bit he could out of her, holding his act over her horn to extract money from her for the rest of his life. Doing her best to restrain her anger, she countered “Ten thousand bits?!”

“Nnope.”

Princess Luna had had enough. No amount seemed large enough. She could no longer control her anger and she snarled through clenched teeth, “Name your price!”

“Ah don’t want no reward.”

“What?” was all Luna could mutter, shocked at his statement.

“Ah don’t want no reward.”

Luna couldn’t believe that he didn’t want anything. Perhaps he was cleverly employing the double negative, like so many sly lawyers. Still, he did not seem like the type to try to decieve her. “Thou does not seek a reward?”

“Nnope.”

“Why not?” Luna prodded, still sceptical of his admission.

“Ah didn’t do anything special.”

Luna’s shock returned. “Thou didn’t do anything special!?”

“Ah only did what any other pony should do.”

“You saved our life, a royal princess of Equestria!”

“Ya being a princess had nothin’ to do with it. Ah’d a done the same for anypony else.”

Slowly Princess Luna began to comprehend. He treated her like anypony who was dying and desperately needed help. “I- I understand. Still, you saved my life, so you are entitled to compensation.”

“Nnope.”

“If you will not accept money, other arrangements can be made. Perhaps new roof for your house?”

“Nnope.”

“Another barn for your family farm?”

“Nnope.”

“A new plow to work the fields?”

“Ah don’t want anythin’. Ah didn’t do what ah did for the reward.”

Luna was at her wits end. Even if it wasn’t a reward, she still wanted to do something for him in appreciation for saving her life. “What – what about dinner?” she blurted out, almost without thought. “It is the least I can do. Let me thank you for your kindness. Please, you saved my life” pleaded Luna.

Big Mac was about to speak, but instead he stared at Luna for a long time. Perhaps a meal sounded good to his hungry stomach. Perhaps his upbringing had taught him not to turn away the generosity of other ponies. Perhaps he was tired of telling her no. Perhaps it was the way she appeared, eyes wide, pleading with him.

“Eeyup.”

Author's Note

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Dreadnought

Chapter 4: About Town

Author's Note

Good Morning,

Here's another chapter for your enjoyment. Of all the chapters in Part I, this required the most extensive rewrite. On TheMajorTechie's recommendation, I added a lot of material to flesh the story out and make it less choppy. In the end, I think this chapter turned out far better for the effort.

I would remiss if I didn't plug two stories. I am working on a collaboration with TheMajorTechie and Forestshadows on a story called The Wielder of the Orb. Chapter 2 will be published shortly.

I was feeling pretty down the other day after a frustrating day at work. I destressed by writing a comedic one-shot called Harmony Death Match. It's currently in the review stage and will hopefully make it on the site today.

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Keep Writing,

Dreadnought

Chapter 4: About Town

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 4: About Town

Ever since expanding her business beyond Ponyville, Rarity found herself spending more and more time sitting at her desk. On the upside, she ran a successful business consisting of several popular boutiques catering to an ever-growing clientele from across Equestria. This enhanced her reputation as one of the leading up-and-coming trendsetting fashionistas. On the downside, such success entailed more and more dull administrative work to keep her business going. Orders kept streaming in. Some were from her store managers, requesting items that could be hung on the racks ready to be sold to eager customers. Others contained measurements and specifications of clients, wishing for a tailored one-of-a-kind outfit they’ll just adore. All these orders meant that she must place orders for the raw materials of her trade – fabrics of every color and texture and pattern, dyes to create new exotic shades, and gemstones to accent the finished clothing. Furthermore, she found it necessary to constantly update her schedule. Not only did she have to ensure that she found the time to complete the orders, time to arrange fitting sessions, and time to visit her boutiques, she also had to balance her own social calendar with friends, family and, someday, the stallion of her dreams. And then of course she paid bills, coordinated publicity, and kept a meticulous record of all her customers’ individual tastes and preferences. Finally, after all the other work had been accomplished, Rarity needed to research new trends and the latest fashion styles. She was a hard worker, but even she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by her own success….

Ding-a-ling.

The bell above her boutique’s entrance rang, snapping Rarity’s concentration and boredom. A prospective customer awaited! With a sense of relief, Rarity backed her chair away from the desk and stood up. She took a moment to stretch her tight muscles before trotting to her storefront. She stepped across the threshold from her private home into her public business and found herself caught by surprise.

“Princess Luna!” welcomed Rarity.

“Good morning fair Rarity,” greeted Princess Luna.

“What brings you to my boutique this morning?” queried a curious Rarity.

“I came to once again thank you for the generosity you displayed during my stay at Ponyville Hospital.”

“Oh, think nothing of it darling.”

“Your efforts made my recuperation much more comfortable.”

“Well, those drab hospital rooms practically scream for a personal touch.”

“Nevertheless, I appreciate your efforts.”

“Well, you’re very welcome.” Rarity paused to consider for a moment. “It is not quite finished, but since you are here, I would like to fit your new dress. Unless of course you are in a hurry. I can arrange for a fitting session at my boutique in Canterlot.”

“No, that is not necessary. I have time now.”

“Very good. I will go get it.”

Rarity disappeared into a back room, leaving Princess Luna alone in the boutique. She glanced around the interior, beautifully appointed to indicate the upscale nature of the business. Lovely purplish-pink buntings graced the walls. Finished gowns of every color and style hung on racks, calling out to prospective customers. A platform stood in front of three full-length mirrors, allowing patrons to admire themselves in their new outfits.

Princess Luna heard hoofsteps and turned to see Rarity standing behind her. Inside a blue aura hung a long gown of a deep handsome green. She was no expert, but Luna observed that it was made of a most exquisite fabric. For a moment, she just stood there admiring the beautiful dress.

“The dressing room is over there,” Rarity said, pointing her hoof to the left. Princess Luna snapped back to the moment and enveloped the dress in her own aura. She walked into the dressing room, closing the curtain behind her. Still entranced with her gorgeous gown, she admired it for a long time.

“Is everything alright dear?” called Rarity.

“Yes I am fine,” replied Luna. Carefully she slipped the dress on. Rarity possessed a keen eye for sizes. There were a few tight areas, but otherwise the dress fit flawlessly.

Princess Luna stepped from the dressing room, to hear a gasp from Rarity. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Princess Luna stepped onto the platform and saw her reflection in the three mirrors. She admired how beautiful she looked in the gown. The dress hugged her body and accentuated her curves perfectly.

“How does it fit?” queried Rarity.

“Wonderful, though it is a little tight here,” she said, pointing the area of concern.

Rarity measured the area and took note of the change. “That will not be a problem. Just a little adjustment. Oh, I almost forgot,” said Rarity before disappearing into the back. Luna turned once again to the three mirrors.

“You will be the belle of the ball with this,” called Rarity. Luna turned to see her holding up a necklace bearing the large emerald Spike originally gave to Luna. Rarity carefully strung it around Luna’s neck. Princess Luna gazed at the beautiful mare in the mirror…

***

The two friends found themselves sitting at a small table in Sugarcube Corner after Rarity insisted on taking Princess Luna to lunch. Though noted for its sweet treats, the Cakes had started serving lunch as a way to expand their business. Ponies filled every table in the restaurant. Luna and Rarity’s table sat in the corner, as private as one could get in the dining room. Much to Luna’s relief, her time at Ponyville Hospital had made the residents used to her presence. She still drew occasional glances from the patrons, but she drew much less attention than her appearance on Nightmare Night.

Rarity elegantly dined on her meal, an apple and carrot heavy salad. She delicately cut the food into small pieces. Careful not to drop any, she took small bites and never talked with food in her mouth. Before speaking, Rarity always dabbed her mouth with her napkin.

Luna ate her lunch, a wonderful vegetable sandwich. It reminded her of the plain meals served at the hospital. She much preferred this simple fare, and did not look forward to the rich, lavish meals served at the Canterlot events she often had to attend. She looked at her side of apple chips, wondering whether they had come from Sweet Apple Acres….

“Rarity?” Luna began.

“Yes?” responded the unicorn.

“Could you recommend a restaurant for dinner?”

“Oh yes dear, but won’t you be returning to Canterlot after lunch?”

“Oh no, I have made plans for the evening” responded Luna skittishly.

“With anypony in particular?” asked Rarity, an obvious interest in her voice.

“I will be dining with Big McIntosh.”

“Big Mac!?” The intensity of Rarity’s response drew the attention of numerous ponies eating lunch.

“Yes,” timidly replied Luna. She became painfully aware of the stares from the fellow patrons, her newfound pseudo-anonymity gone. She continued in a soft, nervous voice. “We are eternally grateful to him for saving our life. We offered him a handsome reward, but he declined all offers. We finally convinced him to accept a dinner with us as a sign of our appreciation.”

“I understand completely” replied Rarity with a smile. Her demeanor had a certain suspicious undertone running through it. Rarity continued, “Well let me think. There are a number of fine dining selections here in Ponyville. The Chef’s Special is an excellent choice. Their new chef, Emerald, is getting rave reviews. But in my opinion the best restaurant in town is The Upper Crust. All the chefs were trained in Canterlot. And their restaurant has a very in-err-elegant atmosphere. Yes dear, The Upper Crust is the restaurant where you would want to take Big Mac to dinner.”

Luna thought for a moment. Yes, The Upper Crust. Though he had turned down her offer of ten thousand bits, she could still take him to a fancy dinner. The best restaurant in town would certainly show her appreciation. “That sounds like a most wonderful place.”

“Ooo. I should finish your dress this afternoon so you can where it tonight. You do want to look your best.”

“Yes, but I fear I would be overdressed. I told Big Mac that this would be very informal dinner.”

“Oh, I don’t believe he owns any formal attire. None of the shops in town carry his size, but we could try to have something tailored for him by this evening.”

Luna shook her head. “He should not purchase a suit just for this evening. I would gladly purchase it on his behalf, but I doubt he would consent to another gift. It was difficult enough to have him accept a dinner offer.”

Rarity’s heart sank. “Yes, I suppose you are right dear.”

“He is most humble.”

“Oh yes. He hardly speaks a word. The only way we could get him to sing was as part of our ensemble.”

“Your ensemble?”

“The Ponytones. We have a quartet, well, a quintet. Fluttershy sometimes sings with us –”

“Fluttershy?” Though Fluttershy possessed an angelic voice, Luna could not believe that she would sing in front of a large audience.

“Yes Fluttershy, when we can convince her. She adds a most –”

“Who wants dessert!?” Pinkie Pie had bounced over to their table with a platter of pastries, pies, and cakes. Etiquette demanded that Luna partake, though she had eaten enough of the shop’s treats during her hospital stay to last for years to come. When she attempted to share some with her guards, they insisted they could not eat while on duty. Funny, she set the standards for the Night Guard, and yet she didn’t recall every imposing such a regulation.

***

Though she would not be wearing the new dress, Rarity insisted that Princess Luna look her best for dinner with Big Mac. She convinced the princess to go with her to the spa for a “regular” treatment. The two enjoyed a private steam bath, cleansing the pores and relaxing the muscles. Princess Luna and Rarity next received facials, exfoliating and refreshing the skin. This was followed by soothing massages, removing any tension and leaving Luna in a most blissful state. Next the mares spent time getting a mud bath before having their horns filed. The last part of the treatment involved a hooficure, the spa ponies trimming and filing their hoofs before polishing them to a reflective sheen. The two spent several hours at the spa, and Princess Luna had to admit that Rarity knew how to have a relaxing afternoon….

***

Princess Luna and Rarity exited the spa in the late afternoon. Celestia’s sun hung in the sky, in no hurry to meet the westerly horizon. The bright sunshine highlighted the vivid colors of the town’s buildings. Scents of flowers and the town market filled the air. Dozens of ponies moved about, conducting their business or carrying on a friendly conversation.

Princess Luna turned to Rarity. “I had a most wonderful afternoon. You have been most generous.”

“Think nothing of it dear.” Rarity’s mind returned to their meeting in the morning. “I will make the final adjustments to your dress and send it to the castle in Canterlot.”

“Thank you very much. I love the dress.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“I must be off and take care of something before dinner tonight.”

“Have a wonderful evening.”

“Thank you, I will. Goodbye Rarity.”

“Goodbye Princess Luna.”

Luna turned and launched into the air, quickly followed by three of her Night Guards. She soared into the sky, her wings effortlessly powering higher and higher. Rarity stood there, watching the princess disappear into the blue. She silently wished Luna well on her dinner, wondering where things would end up….

***

The spa had been a wonderful idea. Not since before her battle had Luna felt this relaxed, this carefree. Now, soaring in the sky, Luna was filled with vigor and vitality. Her powerful muscles flexed with each flap of the wing. Air flowed over and around her new feathers. Fresh air filled her lungs. The rays of the sun warmed her coat and wings. It truly was a great afternoon. Somehow, Luna knew that night would be equally magnificent.

Luna saw her destination ahead rising on the outskirts of Ponyville. Sprouting out of the ground stood a towering crystal tree, the sunlight sparkling off its facets. The branches reached towards the heavens, while the trunk spread out into the ground, hinting that its foundations lay firmly rooted deep beneath. The tree shouldered an enchanting purple castle. Gold leaf sheathed the pitched roof and turrets, reflecting the glorious afternoon sun. Rising above all, a twilight star crowned the chateau.

Princess Luna landed in front of the Castle of Friendship, the home to Princess Twilight Sparkle. She could have landed on the balcony and gone immediately inside, but Luna felt that she should show courtesy to her friend. She walked up the golden staircase that led to the front door, followed by her guards. Reaching the door, she knocked several times. After a few moments the door opened, revealing Princess Twilight.

“Oh, good afternoon Princess Luna, I wasn’t expecting you.” Twilight was pleasantly surprised by this unexpected visit.

“Good Afternoon Twilight. I hope this is a good time.”

“Of course, come in.” Twilight opened the door wide, allowing Luna and her three guards to enter.

Luna looked around. “I have come to see young Spike. Is he around?”

“Yes, he is in the kitchen. Is everything alright?” asked a concerned Twilight.

“Yes, I must send a letter to Celestia.”

Twilight, suddenly realizing the purpose of the visit said “He’s starting to prepare dinner. Follow me to the kitchen.” Luna and her guards fell in behind the young alicorn as she led them to the kitchen. “Spike?”

“Here Twilight.” The young dragon came trotting to Twilight. “Oh, hello Princess Luna.”

“Good afternoon Spike. I am in need of thy services.”

“My services?”

“Yes, I must send a letter to Celestia.”

“Wait, let me get some parchment.” Spike hurried over to the drawer, pulling forth a quill and parchment. Living with Twilight, Spike had learned to keep parchment all over the castle, in case she wanted to send an immediate letter or make one of her numerous to-do lists. “Ready” said Spike, eager to put words to paper.

“Dear Celestia” Luna began. “I had unexpected business in Ponyville today, delaying my return to Canterlot. I do not anticipate arriving at the castle until late this evening. Please do not wait up for me. Your sister, Luna.”

Spike finished writing. With a small nod from Luna, he rolled up and tied the scroll, then set it alight with his green fire breath. The scroll turned to green smoke, which soon disappeared on its way to Canterlot.

“Thank you Spike.”

Spike beamed at the recognition. “No problem at all.”

“You said you weren’t returning until late this evening. Would you like to join us for dinner? We were going to have dinner with Starlight, but she will be over at Fluttershy’s tonight.”

“No thank you, I have plans for dinner this evening.”

“Oh, well, would you at least like some tea?” eagerness permeating her question.

Luna paused for a moment. “I do not wish to impose upon your hospitality.”

“Not at all. Spike, could you prepare us some tea?”

“Coming right up.”

Twilight led Luna to the Library, where a small table and chairs could provide an informal setting. Luna briefly glanced back over her shoulder to her guards and couldn’t help but crack a small smile. All three stood there, their jaws hanging open. They certainly had visited libraries before, but not a private library rivaling the largest public libraries of Equestria. Inside bookcases lined every wall. They reached from the floor to the ceiling several stories above. Every shelf was packed with books, with not a bookend to be found. Even with a shelf filled, more books bridged the upright books. Brightly colored brand new books sat next to rare old books, their dustcovers faded and torn. Small paperbacks competed for space with thick hardbacks. But there certainly was a method to the madness. The books were arranged neatly by subject and covered every topic possible. Luna realized why Celestia remarked that Twilight had been her best student.

After a few minutes of small talk, Spike came in pushing a cart. He sat the cups and saucers in front of the two princesses and carefully poured the boiling water. When he completed his task, he excused himself to prepare dinner.

The alicorns chatted for quite a while, their conversation swaying back and forth between the two. Twilight, still grappling with her role as a princess of Equestria, sought the counsel of the older princess on many different matters. Luna, though still somewhat fresh to modern times, did her best to answer her questions on subjects ranging from sensitive negotiations, international diplomacy, to royal etiquette and protocol. For her part, Luna related many stories of Celestia to an eager Twilight. Luna, seeking revenge for the pranks, shared some embarrassing episodes from their youth, making Twilight promise to allude to them in her forthcoming conversations with Celestia.

Finally Spike arrived at the library’s door. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes” he announced, then left to return to the kitchen.

Luna looked at Twilight, “Please do not let me keep you.”

Twilight stood up. “You said you have dinner plans for this evening?”

Luna glanced at the clock on the wall, reading six-thirty. “I will be dining with Big McIntosh.”

“Big Mac?” asked an astonished Twilight.

“Yes. He saved my life after the battle with the riesen. Earlier today I called upon him and attempted to give him a reward but he steadfastly refused any offer.”

Twilight shrugged. “I know Big Mac a little. He’s the most humble pony I’ve ever met.”

“Indeed. I finally convinced him to accept a dinner as a sign of my appreciation.”

“That sounds nice. Where are you going?”

“Rarity suggested The Upper Crust.”

“That’s the fanciest restaurant in town.”

“I wanted him to know how truly grateful I am. Is there anything else you can tell me about Big McIntosh?”

“Well, first off, he prefers Big Mac.”

“Oh, I had no idea. What else can you tell me of Big Mac?”

Twilight thought for a moment. “He and Applejack run Sweet Apple Acres. He does a lot of the hard work, plowing the fields, bucking the apples, pulling the wagons. That’s probably why he is the strongest pony in town.”

“Yes, I observed him at work today. He must be strong to pull that that old plow all day long.”

Twilight continued. “He really is devoted to his family. He always tries to keep Applejack grounded, which can be a challenge, given how stubborn she can be. And since their parents died, Big Mac has been like a father to Applebloom. He’s always looking out for her safety and wellbeing. He would do anything for her.”

The pieces began falling into place. Though never directly addressed, Luna realized that a hole existed in the Apple family. Perhaps they found it easier to not discuss such a painful subject. With their parents missing, Big McIntosh and Applejack would need to fill the vacuum to keep the farm running and provide a stable home life for Applebloom.

“He also takes good care of Granny Smith. He makes sure she doesn’t overexert herself and ensures she gets her rest.”

“Anything else?”

“He is a really good singer.”

“Rarity did say he sang in her group.”

“Yes, the Ponytones. He is the bass. They perform at many events here in town.”

“Perhaps I can attend one of their concerts.”

“Well, they will be singing as part of the Ponyville Concert Series.”

“I will have to put that on my calendar.”

“Other than that, Spike has told me that he likes hoofball.”

“Does he follow a particular team?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.”

“Well, he sounds like a most interesting pony.”

“Yes, you can get to know him better over your dinner.”

Suddenly realizing the time, Luna said “Isn’t your dinner ready?”

“Yes, Spike is waiting for me. Please feel free to stay here in the library until you need to leave.”

“I will. Thank you very much for the tea and the information about Big McIn- Big Mac.”

Twilight smiled at Luna’s correction. “It was so nice to see you. Please come by more often.”

“I will. Goodbye Twilight.”

“Goodbye Princess Luna.”

Twilight trotted out the door. Luna looked at the clock. She would be meeting Big Mac in only a few minutes. But first, celestial duties beckoned….

Chapter 5: Back at the Farm

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Chapter 6: The Dinner

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 6: The Dinner

Big Mac trotted towards Ponyville. The evening gave him an increased sense of vigor. Cool air filled his lungs. A light breeze blew softly through the orchards, wisping gently around him. The sounds of wildlife died down and a quiet descended upon the land, broken only by the subtle rustle of the wind through the trees. In the west Celestia’s sun, the blazing sphere of light, dipped below the horizon. The bright yellows and oranges of day slowly yielded to the calming blues and grays of night. Off in the east a waxing moon ascended into the sky. Big Mac suddenly realized why Luna selected seven for their dinner. She needed to set the night into motion, to begin the graceful choreography that saw the moon and the stars dance across the sky. But perhaps, Big Mac thought deep inside, perhaps she wanted to show him the beautiful night she created, a night that would not be without him.

Big Mac entered town. It stood in stark contrast to earlier that day. Darkness enveloped the town, punctuated only by the occasional streetlamp or lit window of the homes along the streets. The brightly colored buildings lost their luster and became mere shapes set against the dark background. The shops sat closed, the stalls of the market empty. The soft moonlight made plain the empty streets.

Big Mac reached the Town Square shortly before seven. A few ponies wandered about, heading home after a long day of work, or going out to eat with a special somepony. Big Mac looked around but could not find Princess Luna. Well, it wasn’t quite seven yet. He stood there, waiting. He looked up at the night sky and admired its beauty….

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Princess Luna flew towards Ponyville, her guards following close behind. She saw the town clock in the distance and observed that it was just before seven. She gazed down at the town and noticed how different it looked. Though colorful and bright during the day, now the town became a magical night scene. Subtle grays and blacks blended together, removing hard edges and creating a gently blurring scene. Moonlight and shadows seemed to dance together. Areas of town lacked this delicate beauty, with streetlamps and illuminated windows piercing the dark. She remembered it was such insensitivity to the night that had infuriated her once before, but perhaps there were some who took comfort in the night, who admired the night for its beauty.

Luna descended as she approached her destination. A few ponies moved about here and there, some hurrying to their destination, others not, but none lingering in the night. As Luna neared the Town Square, she saw a single pony standing, staring up into the night sky. Luna could not see the face but presumed it was Big Mac. To be sure, Luna circled around in front of the large pony. Luna looked down and Big Mac gazed back.

Luna swooped down and came to a graceful stop mere yards from Big Mac. Her three Night Guards circled above, scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. As Luna approached Big Mac, he bowed. “Good evening Princess Luna.”

“Please, let us dispense with formalities. Call me Luna, Big Mac” she insisted, emphasizing his name to make her point.

He smiled a little, especially after she called him Big Mac. “Luna.” The name came so easily, in spite of the fact that such casualness almost seemed scandalous.

“Well, should we proceed to dinner?”

“Eeyup. There’s a ‘right many places in town with good food. The Hay Burger has burgers an’ fries and the café has good dinners.”

Luna paused for a moment. As this dinner was meant to thank him, perhaps she should let him decide where they ate? No, Luna thought. It was hard enough to convince him to accept a dinner; she didn’t want him to feel like he had to choose the cheapest place in town. She could afford to take him somewhere nice, so why not take him to the best place in town? Did he deserve any less?

“Rarity suggested we dine at The Upper Crust.”

Big Mac hesitated. He heard they had really good, really fancy meals…with prices to match. He didn’t need anything fancy or expensive. After all, she didn’t owe him anything. “Ah don’t need anythin’ like that. That place is mighty expensive.”

Had Big Mac said anything else, Luna might have let him off the hook. But money was no object. He had saved her life. She was bound and determined that he would get the best, and the best he would have.

“We will dine at The Upper Crust this evening, Big Mac,” Luna said, striving to make her pronouncement sound less like a bombastic royal decree and more like a confident assertion among friends.

Big Mac knew that Princess Luna could be stubborn, a somewhat endearing quality that she shared with Applejack. He had relented to dinner, perhaps it was only right to let her choose the venue. “Eeyup,” he replied.

The two ponies trotted off, Big Mac leading the way. It wasn’t hard to find, located a block away on the main street of town. Some ponies wondered why the owners chose a location other than the Town Square, considered the best real estate in town. Rumor had it the owners were concerned the numerous loud events held in the square would disturb the elegant ambiance of their establishment.

Big Mac and Luna arrived at the main entrance of the restaurant. The two story building stood there, bright lamps fronting the door to welcome patrons. The building itself lacked the decorative features and colorful paint schemes of most buildings in town, its elegance derived from its understated exterior.

Big Mac reached for the door. Luna asked, “Would you go in and reserve us a table? I must confer with my guards about their postings.”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac opened the door and stepped in, hearing Luna call for her security detail as the door closed behind him.

Though plain looking on the outside, the interior felt like a world away. Big Mac stood in the foyer. Panels of expensive and rare woods lined the walls. Two richly carved columns flanked the entrance to the dinning room. Fine carpets with intricate patterns covered the floors. Drifting through the air came the soft graceful melody of a violin.

“Can I help you?” asked the maitre d’ of the restaurant, snapping Big Mac out of his trance. The pony, a white stallion with a slicked back black mane, wore a black tuxedo jacket, white shirt, with a black bowe tie. Big Mac could detect a slight condescending tone to his voice and the pony seemed to be eyeing over the big red stallion in front of him.

“Ah would like a table for two” stated Big Mac.

“Yes, do you have a reservation?” the condescending undertone growing more pronounced.

“Ah, nnope.” Big Mac hadn’t made a reservation. In fact, he didn’t know he was coming here until a few minutes ago.

“Well, we are full this evening.” The door opened behind Big Mac. “You could make a reservation for-”

The pony stopped as Princess Luna walked up next to Big Mac. Turning to Big Mac, she asked “Did you get us a table?”

Big Mac was about to answer when the maitre d’ stated “Oh yes your highness. Right this way.” He walked between the two columns into the dining room.

“Ah thought you said you were full?” asked Big Mac.

The maitre d’ ignored Big Mac's concerns. "Of course we have a table, if you will follow me your highness.”

It must be good to be royalty thought Big Mac, chuckling to himself.

Luna and Big Mac followed the host to the table. A fine white linen table cloth draped the small, circular table. Each place was precisely set, with polished silverware surrounding the plate, which sported a decoratively folded napkin. A lit candle lay at the center of the table, a small wreath surrounding the base of the candlestick. Curiously, the table was set for three.

The staff pulled back the chairs and the two sat down. In an instant the staff removed the third place setting and the extra chair. Big Mac marveled at the restaurant, its reputation for sophistication well deserved.

For the first time, Big Mac managed to take a good look at Prin, -er, Luna. She appeared much as she did this morning, though somehow better. Her dark coat possessed a pleasant sheen, giving Luna an alluring glow. Her mane and tail, glittering with tiny stars, gently waved in an imaginary breeze. Even her demeanor had changed. She seemed more relaxed, and yet more confident.

Luna also took this opportunity to look over her dining partner. His appearance was a far cry from earlier in the day. He no longer wore his usual horse collar, instead replaced by a white collar and simple green tie. Gone were the stains of dirt and sweat from plowing the fields. His orange mane and tail were carefully combed.

Hardly a moment passed before a server came by and filled each of their glasses with ice water. Another waiter came and handed each their menus. Big Mac opened the menu and looked at the selections. It was not nearly as expensive as he feared. Tomato bruschetta…20 bits. Ricotta spinach salad…28 bits. Fresh garden salad…22 bits. Cup of wild mushroom soup…15 bits. Wait. Big Mac suddenly realized he was looking at the appetizers. Apprehensively Big Mac turned the page and sat stunned as he saw the entrees.

Luna perused the menu. She could clearly see the influence of Canterlot. Many of the dishes were served in the capital or featured a local twist to the classic recipe. The nobles of Canterlot would feel at home in The Upper Crust, though they would never dare venture to Ponyville. All of the rich dishes were far different than the simple fare she had grown accustomed to in Ponyville Hospital.

A waiter arrived at their table. “May I get your highness something to drink?”

“Water is fine for me” Luna responded.

“And for you sir?”

Sir? Big Mac had never been called Sir before. “Ah’m fine with water as well.”

The waiter, obviously miffed by their refusal, asked “May I get you two an appetizer?”

“No thank you” responded Big Mac. The entrees were expensive enough, he didn’t need anything else.

Luna studied Big Mac for a moment. He was a large pony, larger than most, just about her size. He had been plowing when they met, and, based on the number of fields at Sweet Apple Acres, she hazarded that he worked the fields most of the day. Unless he ate before they met in the Town Square, he had to be extremely hungry. Yet he refused to order anything thus far. He must be refraining, falling back to the simple modesty that led to this dinner. Big Mac was far different than the Canterlot elite, his humility an endearing quality she wished they would learn. But this was no place for that virtue. She wanted to show him a good time, for this to be a special meal.

Luna browsed through the menu. “Yes, two orders of tomato bruschetta.”

“Yes your highness, right away.” The waiter rushed off to the kitchen.

Two orders? Big Mac looked at Luna. She was about his size, a trait uncommon among most ponies in town and one that eased the trepidation of having a meal with the sovereign of Equestria. Just the two of them.

Luna returned to her menu. But something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Discreetly Luna gauged her fellow patrons. They seemed preoccupied with something. Luna noticed that most were staring at her table. Her ears automatically tuned to the hushed exchanges, and she realized that she and her companion were the only topic of conversation. Suddenly she felt the weight of dozens of eyes upon her. Back to the menu. What to order? But she continued to hear bits of the conversations around her, still she sensed the stares, the unending judging. What was she hungry for? Did pasta sound good? Still the patrons continued to gawk, to jeer. Would this turn into another Nightmare Night? Luna began to breathe a little faster.

The waiter returned to the table. “Your highness, have you selected something for dinner?”

Luna looked up at him, waiting to take her order. Actually, she hadn’t focused on the menu, she was too distracted. She was on public display for all to see. But she must make up her mind, and quick. Luna scanned the menu. “I’ll have –” oh she didn’t know what to get. “I’ll have the faux gras.”

“Excellent choice your highness. And for your salad dressing?”

“Ah – blue cheese.”

“Yes your highness. And for you sir?”

“I’ll have the wild mushroom pasta.”

“Yes, and for your salad?”

“Ranch.”

“Yes, right away.” He took Big Mac’s menu, and turned to the princess. She sat there, distracted. “Your highness, are you done with your menu?”

Luna snapped back to the moment. “Oh yes” she said as she handed him the menu.

Still the voices continued. Luna shifted uneasily in her seat. She tried to distract herself by making conversation with Big Mac. Unfortunately he answered most of her questions with a simple “eeyup” or “nnope.” Her insides twisted and turned. She sat there, under a blinding spotlight. Oh what she wouldn’t give to be out in the night, to slip into the obscurity of the dark! Still she struggled to carry on a conversation. Why wouldn’t he speak? Why did she have to do all the talking? More whispers, more stares. Her breathing became faster, her heart raced. With each passing moment the roomed felt warmer and warmer. She thought she might loose it. Luna remembered Celestia telling her of Twilight’s panic attack, how it caused a riot in town. Only Spike’s letter and a visit from Celestia saved Ponyville from total anarchy.

“Luna?” She could hear a few quiet gasps from the other tables. “Is something wrong?”

Big Mac had interrupted her. But honestly, she couldn’t tell what she was carrying on about. She shook her head no, that everything was alright.

“Somethin’s eatin’ at you.”

At first, she thought of lying that nothing was a matter. But Luna could tell her inner turmoil had risen to the surface and her denial would only make things worse. Luna’s confidence, so infinite earlier, was gone. “I – uh, I – uh.” Luna took a deep breath, and leaned over the table. Big Mac leaned forward as well. Luna whispered into his ear “All the other patrons are staring at us.”

Without thinking, Big Mac immediately turned to look at the other tables. The customers fell silent and looked away. She was right, they were the center of attention. Big Mac turned back and gazed across the table. Big Mac couldn’t believe what he saw. He had never seen Luna so unnerved before. Could this truly be bothering her? Wasn’t she used to the attention as a princess?

“Your bruschetta, your highness.” Two plates with tomato bruschetta were laid in front of the princess. Luna couldn’t say anything.

Big Mac turned to the waiter. “The princess would like a table that’s a bit more private.” Granted she hadn’t said that, but he couldn’t endure seeing her in pain like that. And besides, the Princess Luna’s wishes carried far more weight than Big Mac’s.

The waiter glanced over to Luna, who didn’t say anything. “Oh yes, let me see what I can do your highness” he said before quickly departing for the back.

Big Mac leaned towards Luna, his voice a whisper. “Ah think a private table would be best.” Luna nodded in agreement.

Slowly the whispers and hushed voices returned. Luna prayed that they would get a private table, if this restaurant had them. Until then, she needed something to distract her. She desperately searched for a topic of conversation – something – anything. Luna, almost without thinking, asked “What do you think of the night sky?”

Big Mac sat there for a minute. “The night sky is real beautiful.” Big Mac stared at Luna. “I can see it in your mane.”

Suddenly the voices stopped, or at least her perception of the voices stopped. Luna sat in utter disbelief. Nopony, except Celestia, knew that the stars of her mane and the stars of the night sky were intertwined. And Luna had to tell her – Celestia never noticed it on her own. Was there something at play here that she didn’t know about? Or was he that observant? Or was it really obvious but nopony ever took the time to study the night sky to make the connection?

“Luna?” Big Mac queried. Had he said something to upset her?

“I – uh, I am pleased that you noticed.”

Big Mac felt his cheeks warm. One of the benefits of being a red stallion is that when he blushed, as uncommon as it was, most could not see it under his coat.

They sat there, in mutual silence. Finally, Big Mac asked, “Luna, are you going to eat your – uh, how do ya say that?”

Luna snapped back to the moment. She had been lost in thought since Big Mac revealed his opinion on the night sky. “Oh – um – it is called bruschetta.”

“Boo-sket-cha?”

“Broo-sket-uh.”

“That is it. I, yes, I am going to eat the bruschetta.” Luna picked up a piece. “But please, do have some.”

“Nnope. Ah wouldn’t want to eat your food.”

“Please, we have more than enough.”

Big Mac realized what Luna was up to. He had not ordered an appetizer because the meal would be expensive enough. But Luna ordered it anyways. She was stubborn. Well, he might as well have some. She wouldn’t give up until he did. He picked up a piece from the plate nearest him. Big Mac had never eaten bruschetta before, but its aroma made his mouth water. The bruschetta crunched as Big Mac took a bite. He chewed the bread, its warm, salty, buttery goodness mixing with the bitter tomato and the strong garlic. It was good – very good. He would suggest Applejack make some for dinner, but she would probably say that was fancy food the Apples didn’t need to eat.

Within short order both plates lay bare, decorated only with a few crumbs. Luna felt a little more relaxed. Still the voices filled the background. But Big Mac had eaten several pieces of bruschetta, the last two without her prodding. He sat satisfied and looking more relaxed as well.

The waiter came up to the table. “Your highness, we have arranged for a private table. If you will follow me.” Big Mac and Luna stood up and walked behind the waiter. Luna heard the voices, though hushed, grow louder as the two walked out of the dinning room.

Luna and Big Mac stepped out the door and found themselves astonished at the sight. The back patio, adjoined by the garden, had been transformed into a magical setting. Four dozen candles, some sitting on tables, some on the ground, illuminated the site. The candles gave plenty of light, but the scene was not bright. The soft light faded into the cool night, the two in perfect harmony with one another. The small flickering flames of the candles emulated the twinkling stars in the sky and Luna’s mane. In the center sat a round table with two chairs. A white linen table cloth hung over the table. The two place settings were precisely set. It truly was a beautiful scene. She imagined couples all over Equestria would envy such an intimate setting.

Two members of the staff pulled back the chairs and Luna and Big Mac sat down. The two ponies departed and the waiter addressed the couple. “Your highness, I hope this meets to your satisfaction?”

“Yes, thank you.”

The waiter turned and headed back inside.

Luna and Big Mac sat in silence. Each admired the beautiful ambiance that had been set just for the two of them. Scents of the garden flowers drifted in the cool air of night. Big Mac could see Luna relax, the secluded table far removed from the chatter and stares of inside. It was as if a great burden had been removed. She carried herself once more with poise and grace. Luna looked across the table at Big Mac. The subdued lighting created subtle shadows upon his face. No more was the bright red stallion – he appeared much darker and more gentle. This was indeed the stallion who had saved her – strong and compassionate.

“This really is wonderful.”

“Eeyup.”

“Thank you for requesting it. I was most – uncomfortable – inside.”

“Well ah saw how much pain ya were in, and it hurt me to see ya like that. What kind of gentlecolt would ah be if ah just sat there and let ya suffer?”

“I may have battle monsters from Tartarus, but I still have difficulty with the common ponies. Ever since I…” Luna trailed off and hung her head. “Ever since my salvation, I have done everything within my power to redeem myself, to endear myself with the subjects. But bitter memories die hard.”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac paused trying to find the right words. “Ah can see yer in pain. Ah know it’s hard. But ya have to keep on workin’. Like my pa used to say, ‘Anythin worth doin’ is gonna be hard.’”

Luna raised her head. “Is that what keeps you going?” A dark expression fell upon Big Mac’s face. “I’m – I’m sorry, I did not mean to upset you.”

Big Mac sat quiet for a moment. “Ma and pa’s death is somethin’ we don’t really talk about. Ah’ve tried to forget about it. It –. It –.”

Big Mac glanced down as a hoof touched his. He looked up into Princess Luna’s eyes, filled with compassion. “I did not mean bring up so painful of memories.”

“Well – uh.”

“On the day you are ready to talk, I will be here to listen.”

Big Mac gave a weak smile. He wasn’t quite ready to talk about the past. None of the Apples really wanted to relive the tragic events that led to their parents’ deaths. But knowing that there would be somepony he could talk to reassured him. Wait. This dinner wasn’t a one time thing?

The waiter came out the door. Before Luna he laid small salad, dusted with blue cheese crumbs. Before Big Mac he placed a salad with ranch on the side. Also he placed a basket of bread between the two of them. “Your entrees will be ready momentarily” he said before departing.

Luna and Mac began to eat their salads. They were good, but standard as to be expected. Big Mac broke off a piece of the baguette, and slathered creamy butter upon the bread. He ate the piece, the warm bread and melting butter mixed together, bringing good memories of the bruschetta. Shortly both salads were gone.

Three ponies came out onto the patio. The waiter came to the table. “Your highness, your faux gras.” The salad plate was removed and replaced with a plate containing a nice piece of seared faux gras with a side of truffles. “Sir, your pasta.” The other waiter took away the salad plate and laid a large, shallow bowl containing the entree. Mixed with the pasta were tomatoes, mushrooms, and various greens. “Is there anything else I can get you, your highness?”

Luna looked over at Big Mac. “No thank you, these look delicious.” The staff departed.

Hesitantly both began to eat, unsure as to the protocol. Big Mac enjoyed his meal. The simple steamy pasta blended nicely with the vegetables and mushrooms, and he could detect several interesting flavors, but as to the spices used he could not tell. Luna ate her meal, the delicate faux gras with the sauce gave her a small smile. It was rich, as were most of the meals in Canterlot, but very good.

When they finished their meals, the staff came and removed the plates. “Can I interest your highness in dessert?”

“What are your selections for this evening?” asked Luna.

“We have five desserts this evening: a Manehattan cheese cake served with strawberries, a carrot cake, a dark chocolate soufflé, baked yakyakistan, and finally zapp apple pie.”

“Zapp apple pie?”

Big Mac began. “My family harvests zapp apples from our orchards. We typically make it into jams and preserves, but have begun selling zapp apples for ponies to make pies ’n such.”

“Oh, I had no idea. I will have a piece of zapp apple pie.”

“And for you sir?”

Big Mac hadn’t planned on getting dessert. This meal was going to be awfully expensive without it. However, he knew Luna would press him, so rather than rankle over it, he would go ahead and order. He knew Applejack would disown him if he ordered anything else. “Make that two.”

“Yes, right away.” The waiter departed once more. Luna looked at Big Mac once more, studying him. The waiter returned with two large pieces of pie a la mode, the colorful chunks of apple poking out from underneath the crusts, the vanilla ice cream melting and mixing with the hot apple pie.

Luna, levitating the fork, cut a small piece of the pie and brought it to her mouth. She bit down, and received quite a surprise. It was unlike anything she had ever had. The flavors were as varied as the colors. The more she chewed, the more wonderful the flavors came out.

Big Mac too was surprised by the pie. He knew the taste zapp apple jam, of course. The family turned most of the harvest into that product, brining in a nice sum to keep the farm going. But Twilight enchanted special barrels that kept the zapp apples fresh, allowing the family to stretch out the crop beyond the traditional season. It was from this stockpile that the family had recently sold some zapp apples to a broker.

Quickly the pies disappeared, and the two sat happily. Finally Luna, who had been studying him for some time, leaned forward and said “Big Mac, you are an enigma.”

“Oh?” asked Big Mac, his focus coming gradually, slowed by his overstuffed stomach.

“I spoke today with Rarity and Twilight. I have heard that you are humble, industrious, and extremely conscientious of your duty to your family.”

“Oh.” Big Mac would have favored his standard “eeyup,” but somehow that contrasted with his aforementioned humble nature.

“I have also heard you are wonderful singer.”

“Well, ah don’t know ’bout that, ah sing in a quartet for a reason.” Even if he sang as good as ponies said, he still preferred an ensemble.

“The only other thing I heard was that you enjoy hoofball.”

“Eeyup.”

“Do you play?”

“Not since ah was a colt. Ah follow the pro games.”

“Any particular team?”

“Well, the closest team is the Canterlot Wondercolts.”

“Ah yes, I have heard of them.”

“You haven’t been to a game?” asked a surprised Big Mac.

“I have not. I rule the night, so most days I am asleep. And before that, I was – unavailable.”

Big Mac reflected for a moment. Though he had never really thought about it, it made sense she would be asleep during the day. Everypony had to sleep sometime, even royalty. Right?

Luna continued. “But Celestia has been to many games. She often presides over them from the royal box.”

“She enjoys hoofball?”

“I –” Luna paused for a moment. “I cannot say. She doesn’t really talk about the matches. At least not to me.”

Luna aimed the conversation back to her original target. “But what else is there?”

“Not much.”

“Surely there is so much more. You sing, but do you play an instrument?”

“Nnope. Applejack plays the fiddle from time to time. And Apple Bloom, she’s tried just ’bout every one there is, hoping to get her cutie mark.”

“Yes, Celestia and I were quite pleased when we received the letter. I knew how much those three fillies wanted their cutie marks.”

“You did?” asked a surprised Big Mac.

“Yes, as part of my duties I keep order in the dreams. You were there when the tantabus attacked Ponyville?”

“Eeyup.”

Luna suddenly became sullen. “Not my finest moment. A setback after working so hard to earn the trust of my subjects.”

“Ya didn’t mean no harm.”

“Yes, well, during my duty of monitoring the dreams, I worked with the three fillies. They were all having nightmares about their cutie marks. I calmed them in their dreams so that they may rest more peacefully.”

Big Mac had heard something about a nightmare, but he didn’t know Luna was personally involved. “Well, thank ya for that.”

“Not at all, it is my duty. Did you see Apple Bloom get her cutie mark?”

“Nnope. She was at school. Would’ve like to seen it, though.”

“But what else is there? Besides singing and following hoofball, how else do you spend your time?”

“Ah don’t have much time beyond that. The farm keeps me pretty busy – buckin’ apples, fixin’ thins, and ya know ’bout the plowin’. Other than that, I spend a lot of time lookin’ after Granny Smith, Applejack, and Apple Bloom.”

“Surely there is a special somepony in your life?”

Big Mac was a little surprised at the directness of the question. “Nnope.”

“No?” asked a surprised Luna. “I would have thought that you would have several courting you. You appear to have the traits mares are looking for – you are strong, a family pony, quite handsome.” Luna broke eye contact, a little embarrassed at the last observation.

“Nnope. There was Miss Cherilee, though that wasn’t my fault.”

“Not your fault?”

“On Hearts and Hooves Day, Apple Bloom and her friends decided to play matchmakers. They tried to set me up with Miss Cherilee. When we didn’t fall in love, those three gave us a love potion.”

“Really? It must not have worked?”

“Oh, it worked. ’Cept it turned out to be a love poison.”

“Oh no!” squealed Luna. She let out a few laughs before she restraining herself. “Pray continue.”

“We were under the most embarrassing spell. Acted like real fools. The only way to break the spell was to keep us apart.”

“And?” said Luna, trying to strangle the large smile across her face.

“And Miss Cherilee and ma’self tore up half the town tryin’ to get to one ’nother. But we broke the spell.”

“And are you still friends with Miss Cherilee?”

“Just friends.”

“I can only imagine how awkward it must be between the two of you.”

“Eeyup.”

“Well, I am sure they only had your best interests in mind.”

“Eeyup.”

“Nothing else to the mysterious Big Mac?”

“Nnope.”

“Nothing at all?”

“Nnope.”

A little disappointed, Luna sat upright.

Now it was Big Mac’s chance to turn the tables. “How ’bout you?”

“Me?”

“What do ya do in yer spare time?”

Luna thought for a moment. “Well, I do not have a great deal of time either. I raise the moon and set the stars in motion, I guard dreams of those in Equestria, and spend much time handling royal duties.” Luna saw a big smile across his face. “What?”

Big Mac hadn’t realized he was smiling. “Oh – it’s just ya make it sound so simple. Raising the moon, lighting the stars, goin’ to dreams, runnin’ the country.”

“I do not light the stars, just ensure they move across the sky. But yes, I suppose after a length of time the most amazing tasks can become mundane. But I do enjoy creating the night. I am a little biased, but I think the night is more beautiful than the day.”

“Eeyup.”

“You agree?”

“Eeyup.”

“I have met very few ponies who prefer the night to the day. Pray tell what you like about the night.”

“It’s cooler. More quiet. And the stars aren’t out in the day.”

“Yes…”

Big Mac wasn’t going to let her get away that easily. “Nothin’ else?”

“Well…” Luna decided she could tell Big Mac. “I do like to play pranks on Celestia from time to time – only after she has played one on me of course.”

“Oh?”

“Well, a few weeks ago, when Celestia was having breakfast and I dinner, she had the chef make my meal with coffee beans. I was awake most of the day. After that inconsiderate deed, I replaced her normal writing ink with invisible ink. She must have sent a dozen blank letters to Twilight. And Twilight was going mad thinking it was some kind of test she could not solve!” Both laughed at the story. “But beyond that, I have nothing to occupy my time.”

“What ’bout a special somepony?”

“No, Celestia has advised against it.”

“‘Advised against it?’”

“Celestia does not believe we are strong enough to endure the pain.” A puzzled look fell on Big Mac’s face. Luna explained, “We alicorns are immortal, free from the inevitability of a natural death. But any stallion we take would not. He would age, grow old, and pass on to that place we cannot follow. We would live eternally tormented with unending sorrow. Celestia does not want us to endure that pain. She believes it is better to never love than to have loved and lost.”

“And Princess Cadence?”

“She is young. She does not yet understand immortality. Celestia counseled her against marriage, but Cadence would not listen. But someday, she will know the pain of Shining Armor’s death.”

“And what if y’all were to fall in love?”

“We would not allow ourselves to fall in love. We would listen to our heads, not our hearts.” A long silence fell over the table as both pondered what was said. “Such a heavy topic for our dinner.”

“Eeyup.”

“I did not wish to weigh you down with our plight.”

“Nah, ah asked the question.”

“Still, it is nice to be able to talk with somepony beyond Celestia.”

“Ya don’t have anypony else?”

“Well, there is the royal staff, and my guards.”

“Ya must be lonely.”

“I must admit it can be lonely at times.”

“Well, if ya ever need somepony to talk to.”

Luna gave a small smile. “Thank you.”

The waiter came out to the two. “Is there anything else I can get you, your highness?”

Luna looked over at Big Mac, who shook his head. “No we are good.”

“Very well, may I get you the bill sir?” A expression of shock and apprehension came over Big Mac’s face.

“I will be taking the bill for this evening’s meal” interjected Luna.

“Oh, yes your highness” said a somewhat confused waiter.

“And would you send the bill to the Canterlot Castle?”

“Your highness?”

“All the restaurants in Canterlot send the bills to the castle.”

“Oh, uh, yes, I will make the arrangements your highness.”

“Thank you.” The waiter went back inside. “Shall we depart?”

“Eeyup.” The two ponies got up, and left their magical dinner.

***

Big Mac and Luna stolled down the dark path that led to Sweet Apple Acres. After leaving the restaurant, Luna insisted on walking Big Mac home. Though he protested that he knew the way, she maintained that as the ruler of the night it was her duty to ensure ponies’ safety. Luna also noted her three guards, ready and willing to fight in their defense. And so it was that the two found themselves walking together to the farm.

Along the way, Luna pointed out the different constellations and stars in the sky. Big Mac had looked up at the night sky all his life, but he never knew that much about it. Pegasus, Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Polaris, Rigel, all were explained by Luna. But as much as Big Mac enjoyed learning about the sky, he really enjoyed listening to Luna. This was her domain, her element, and her enthusiasm was contagious.

They approached the farmhouse. Dark and quiet it stood. Everypony had turned in for the night, the early morning chores coming soon enough. Big Mac turned to Luna. “Well, thank ya for dinner. Ah had a real nice time.”

“Yes, I enjoyed this evening as well.”

“Well, ah have to turn in. Got a lot of work to do tomorrow.”

“I do not wish to keep you.”

“Ah’m sure ya got to get back to Canterlot.”

“Yes, I will be returning to Canterlot this evening….Big Mac?”

“Eeyup?”

“I – I enjoyed your company this evening. I hope we can continue to be friends.”

“Eeyup.”

“Perhaps the next time I am in Ponyville, we could have dinner, or breakfast?”

“Eeyup.”

Luna gave a small smile. “Until then?”

“Eeyup. Good evening Princess.” He started to bow, but Luna stopped him.

“Luna.”

Big Mac had thought the situation called for formality. “Good evening Luna.”

“Good evening Big Mac.”

Big Mac turned and climbed the stairs. Luna, with a flap of her wings, took off. Big Mac looked over his shoulder and saw Luna climb into the night, three circling guards converged and the party turned towards Ponyville. It was a wonderful dinner. It was a beautiful night. Big Mac smiled to himself.

Author's Note

Good Afternoon,

As promised, another new chapter!

This chapter took a lot of effort. Not only for it is the longest chapter thus far, but it required a fair amount of dialogue, something I have at times found difficult. But I think it turned out quite well.

Again, check back next Friday for a brand new chapter!

Keep Writing,

Dreadnought

Chapter 7: The Morning After

Author's Note

Good Morning,

It's chapters like this that made me add the "Comedy" tag to this story. It was a lot of fun to write, and up until the end I was looking for ways to add more humor to it. BTW, there is a quote from a famous movie embedded somewhere in the chapter. Ten points to whomever can correctly identify the line and which movie it comes from. :pinkiehappy:

I should also point out that I have posted the first chapter of a story I started writing a few weeks ago. It's called Lost Pegasus. It's more of a mystery-drama, with a little romance and a touch of comedy added in. If you read it, let me know what you think.

See you next Friday for a brand new chapter.

Keep Writing,

Dreadnought

Chapter 7: The Morning After

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 7: The Morning After

A large mass of blankets began to stir. Big Mac woke up. Slowly opening his eyes, he gazed through the window to see Celestia’s sun already above the horizon. Morning had come way too soon. He wanted to roll over, to go back welcoming embrace of sleep. But he had already slept longer than usual. And there was too much to do. He needed to get up, to get moving. Lying in bed wouldn’t plow the fields or fix the fence. Reluctantly Big Mac pulled off the warm blankets and rolled out of bed. He felt tired, very tired. Yesterday he spent all day working the fields of Sweet Apple Acres. And last night he was out late with Luna. He hadn’t received the full night’s rest he needed. He stood there, facing the long day in front of him.

Big Mac walked down the hall to the stairs. He climbed down, each step creaking under the load. He could hear a rustle in the kitchen and the smell of something good cooking. Perhaps breakfast would make him feel better. He reached the bottom of the stairs and turned left into the kitchen.

Applejack stood behind the stove, making pancakes. “Mornin’ Big Mac.”

Applejack was unusually cheery this morning. He sensed she was trying to underscore the good night’s sleep she had while Big Mac was out with Luna. He really wasn’t in the mood. “Eeyup.” Applejack continued making pancakes as Big Mac went to the pot and poured himself a cup of coffee. He walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Warmth filled his insides and the coffee slowly pulled him out of his grogginess.

Applejack finished making the pancakes and brought the platter over to the table. She sat down next to Big Mac. “So did ya enjoy yer date?” asked Applejack with a sly smile.

“Ma date?”

“Yer date with Princess Luna.”

“Big Mac went on a date with Princess Luna!?” cried Apple Bloom as she trotted into the kitchen.

“Nnope.”

“No Apple Bloom, I was just teasing Big Mac” said Applejack, hoping to contain the can of worms she just opened.

“Well you said he was out to dinner last night. Was he out with Princess Luna?”

“Eeyup.”

“And was it just the two of you?”

“Eeyup.”

“Sounds like a date to me!” proclaimed a proud Apple Bloom.

“Nnope.”

“No Apple Bloom, she was thanking him for saving her life” said Applejack, concerned things were going to get out of hoof.

Apple Bloom ignored her. “Wait ’til I tell the Crusaders!”

“No Apple Bloom, he wasn’t on a date with the princess. I was just teasing Big Mac. I don’t want ya to go spreading ’round any rumors. And I don’t want to see any Gabby Gums stories neither.” Applejack emphasized the last part to drive home her point.

Apple Bloom had hoped ponies forgot about the gossip column. She figured she better quit now before Applejack decided to bring up a certain love poison.

Granny Smith came in. “Mornin’ y’all.”

“Mornin’ Granny” said Applejack.

“Good mornin’ Granny Smith” spoke Apple Bloom.

“Mornin’” mumbled Big Mac, wanting to return to his short one-word replies.

Granny Smith sat down at the table with the rest of the family. Applejack passed the hot pancakes around as Big Mac poured the apple juice from the pitcher into the glasses. Granny Smith turned to Big Mac. “So, how was yer date with the princess? Hee–, hee–, hee–” chuckled Granny Smith.

“I knew it!” declared Apple Bloom as Applejack pulled her Stetson over her face to muffle her groan. She thought she contained the situation and now Granny Smith just ruined all her work.

“Just ’ad dinner with Luna. Nothin’ more to it.”

“Luna?” asked a surprised Applejack, pulling the Stetson off her face.

“She told me to call her that.”

“So, did you go to a fancy restaurant? Did you go for a long stroll in the moonlight? Did you kiss?” With each question Apple Bloom leaned farther and farther over the table towards Big Mac.

“Eeyup, eeyup, nnope.”

The three Apples looked a Big Mac. “Ah know ya not one for talkin’ Big Mac, but yer gonna need to do a bit more explain’” said a somewhat bemused Applejack.

Big Mac sighed. He really had said all he wanted to say. But he knew they wouldn’t let him be until he told them about his dinner with Luna. So, as his hot pancakes cooled, he related his story. “Ah met Luna in the Town Square at seven. She insisted that we eat at The Upper Crust –.”

“The Upper Crust?” Rarity dined there on a few occasions, so Applejack knew how expensive that place could be.

Big Mac ignored her interruption. “We had dinner together. Then she walked home with me. That’s all ah have to say ’bout that.”

“Was your dinner romantic? Did you stare into each other’s eyes? Did you tell her you love her?” pressed Apple Bloom.

“Apple Bloom I’ve had ’bout enough of your talk” scorned Applejack.

“Now, now, it’s ma fault. Ah should ’ave known my jokin’ would ’ave put the idea in that filly’s head” interjected Granny Smith.

“Well, Applejack said Big Mac and Luna were on a date.”

“Did she now? Ah guess the horseshoe is on the other hoof!” crowed Granny Smith.

“Well ah was just kiddin’ with Big Mac when Apple Bloom walked in.”

Big Mac rather enjoyed this exchange. They seemed to have forgotten about him for a minute. He ate his pancakes as the other three continued. Mmm. Buttery, syrupy goodness.

“Listen to me Apple Bloom.” Applejack made sure she had eye contact with her sister before continuing. “Big Mac saved Princess Luna’s life. She offered him a reward, but Big Mac refused. So she took him out ta dinner ta thank him. It was just the two of ’em, but it was no date. Right Big Mac?”

“Eya-” responded Big Mac, his mouth half filled with pancake.

“You understand?”

“Yes” grumbled a disheartened Apple Bloom.

“Apple Bloom? I don’t want to hear no rumors ’round town ’bout somethin’ that didn’t happen.”

“Yeah sis….It’s just – They would make such a cute couple! They say opposites attract. Well, ya couldn’t get more opposite than them! He’s a farmer and she’s a princess. He’s a pony and she’s an alicorn. He’s quiet and she likes to yell.” Applejack rolled her eyes and Apple Bloom fell silent. Apple Bloom decided it would be best to be quiet and she started to eat her pancakes. The rest of the family ate their breakfasts, with Big Mac enjoying a long head start.

Granny Smith turned to Big Mac. “She offered ya a reward?”

Big Mac looked up and swallowed his food. Would she respond the same as Applejack? “Eeyup?”

“Hee-, hee-. Ma grandson, the gentlecolt” boasted Granny Smith proudly.

The room fell silent as all ate the breakfast. Applejack chewed her pancake, staring at Big Mac and began to wonder. Big Mac didn’t have a very special somepony in his life. And as far as she knew, neither did Princess Luna. Big Mac and Princess Luna would make a cute couple. But they would never get together, not in a thousand moons. She was a princess of Equestria, and he was a lowly farmer. They were too different. It would never work. Still though....

Chapter 8: Sweet Dreams

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Chapter 9: The Discussion

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Chapter 10: The Daydream

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 10: The Daydream

Celestia’s scorching sun hung high in the pale blue sky over Equestria. All the land lay exposed to its blinding, piercing light. The searing heat from the sun added to the already brutally hot day. A hot, dry, never-ending day. Big Mac pulled the plow through the large field at Sweet Apple Acres. Somehow plowing felt harder today, the tough sod unyielding before the prow. He trudged onwards. With each step his hooves dug deep into the dirt, the earth roasted by the sun. Dust rose into the air, penetrating his nostrils and stinging his lungs, giving him a hacking cough. It truly was a miserable day.

It wasn’t just the hot day. Big Mac felt tired. Very tired. And not just because he had been plowing all morning and still had much of the field ahead of him. No, it was because he hadn’t slept well. Actually, he hadn’t slept well for the past five nights. Ever since his conversation with Princess Luna, he had been uneasy about going to sleep. He would lay awake in bed for hours before drifting off, only to suddenly wake a dozen or so times throughout the night. What sleep he did get was simply awful. And every morning he woke earlier than usual, feeling completely drained. Not even coffee could pull him from his weariness.

Big Mac reached the end of the field and turned the plow around. He wasn’t sure he could make another pass. His exhaustion wore him down. He was simply going through the motions, hardly able to focus at all. He stood there for a while, trying to build up the strength to continue. What he wouldn’t give for a rest. Better yet, some sleep. Wait! That’s it! He could take nap. A catnap. No. A power nap! With Apple Bloom at school and Applejack in town helping Twilight with some project, he was all alone. Nopony would catch him napping on the job – something that would ruin his unquestionable reputation for hard work. But Big Mac wasn't being lazy. Taking a quick nap would reinvigorate him, allowing him to tackle the rest of his chores with renewed energy.

Big Mac looked to the sun, raising a hoof to shield his eyes from the bright sunshine. From its position he concluded it was sometime around eleven. By this time, Princess Luna was sure to be fast asleep. He need not fear her witnessing any embarrassing dreams, if he had any. He smiled as he realized it was the perfect plan.

Big Mac unhitched himself from the plow and lumbered over to the edge of the field. He found a nice, shady spot below some of the tress, their canopy hiding him from any overflying pegasi. Slowly he removed his horse collar and placed it on the ground. He laid next to it, cradling his head between his forelegs. This felt good. The shade cooled him. The –. Big Mac fell fast asleep….

***

Big Mac stood in a large entryway, filled with an abundance of ladies and gentlecolts dressed in their finest formal attire. The ladies wore beautiful gowns of every color and style, accented with jewelry made from rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphire. Gentlecolts wore black tuxedos, some sporting black ties and some white. The room itself reflected the social standing of its occupants. The light purple walls, trimmed with expensive and rare woods, sported beautiful tapestries. Red carpet stretched across a marble checkered floor. At the other end lay a grand sweeping staircase, framed by golden balustrades. Upon the landing below two Gothic stained glass windows – one of the sun and one of the night – stood two alicorns. The imposing Princess Celestia stood to the left, her magically flowing mane wafting in an imaginary wind. She wore a beautiful pink gown and her usual royal crown. To the right stood Princess Twilight Sparkle, looking quite fetching in a blue ball gown. A long greeting line stretched down the stairs and across the floor.

Big Mac took a step forward, but stopped. Something wasn't right. He looked about and saw his reliable horse collar missing, instead replaced with a handsome black tuxedo. A black bow tie squeezed tightly around his neck. His red coat, usually sweaty and dirty from working the fields, possessed a fine sheen. He lifted his foreleg to see that somepony expertly filed and polished his dry and cracked hooves. And in the air he could detect the distinct scent of a stallion’s cologne.

Big Mac wasn’t sure what was going on, but decided to move on. Even though he was dreaming, he couldn't bring himself to push his way to the front of the receiving line to seek the wisdom of Twilight or Princess Celestia. He gazed around and saw another large room lying beyond an arched entryway. Somehow, instinctively, he knew he should go there. Slowly he weaved through the thick mass of ponies into the adjoining room.

An immense ballroom lay before Big Mac. Large windows opened up to the inky blackness of the sky, bejeweled by the twinkling light of the stars. Banners hung between Tuscan columns bedecked with colorful bows. Bright balloons adorned tables graced with hoof-carved ice sculptures and colorful confetti laced the floors. Off at one end ponies danced together beneath a small ensemble of musicians.

Everywhere ponies milled about, chatted, or shared a drink. Big Mac looked around, attempting to figure out what he should do when something caught his attention. Near one of the equestrian statues stood a group of four ponies he knew well. His sisters Applejack and Apple Bloom conversed with their close friends Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo. Instantly he recognized their outfits – the same they wore to the last Grand Galloping Gala. Big Mac must be dreaming about the Gala. Somehow it all felt so – authentic.

Big Mac was about to go over to them when a voice stopped him in his tracks. “There you are.” Big Mac turned to see Princess Luna approaching him. She looked stunning in a striking black gown and wore an inviting smile on her face.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” she said. She walked up next to him and slipped her foreleg under his. “Shall we dance?”

Big Mac was speechless as Luna led him to the dance floor. Ponies parted to make way for the large red stallion and the equally large alicorn princess. Reaching the center of the dance floor, she turned to face him. She placed a foreleg on his shoulder and he did the same. As the musical ensemble began the next song, they started to glide across the floor, the epitomy of elegance. Big Mac didn’t really know how to dance, but somehow it felt as natural as bucking apples. Across the floor they moved in perfect harmony. Big Mac glanced around and not a single pony stared at the two of them, as if this was a common occurrence. He turned back to face Luna and will never forget her expression. An understated smile upon her face, her eyes filled with joy, she seemed to have found peace. Their eyes locked, the rest of the Gala slipping into the background. Luna's smile widened, and she laid her head on his shoulder. On they danced, lost in this perfect moment....

Finally the song came to an end and the two of them stopped dancing. The surroundings reemerged from the background. Luna stepped back and looked him in the eyes. “This has been a most wonderful evening.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. Big Mac instantly froze, his eyes going wide. “Is something amatter McIntosh?”

“Well, uh, ah’m awfully sorry ’bout this.”

“About what?”

“Dreamin’ ’bout you again.”

“What?” a level of confusion and concern pervading her voice.

“Ah didn’t mean for this dream to happen –.”

“This dream?” The other ponies, the decorations, the castle itself dimmed into blackness and a distressed Princess Luna dissolved away….

***

Big Mac woke with a start. He looked up, dazed and shaken. Normally he didn’t remember his dreams that well. But he remembered every detail of this dream – the castle decorated for the Grand Galloping Gala, the ponies in their best formal attire, the festive atmosphere, and an unforgettable Princess Luna dressed in a striking black gown. Big Mac shook his head, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t lose that odd feeling haunting him. He couldn’t put his hoof on it. Something felt strange. Something felt alien. It was almost as if he was detached from his own dream before being ripped away. And Princess Luna was there. Oh how he wished she wasn’t in his dream. He dreaded seeing her next time, whether visiting Ponyville on formal business or stopping by the farm for a friendly conversation.

Slowly Big Mac stood up. That nap did nothing to make him feel better. If anything it made him feel worse. But there was no way he was going to go back to sleep now, and he still had many chores to do. He looked over and, uncharacteristically, let out a sigh as he donned his horse collar and wearily trudged back to his plow.

Author's Note

See everyone Friday for the thrilling conclusion of Part I!

Dreadnought

Chapter 11: Revelations

Author's Note

Good Morning,

Well, here we are. The end of Part I. We started this adventure back in May. Now that we've reached the conclusion, it's pretty bittersweet. I don't know about all of you, but I've been looking eagerly to Friday, and not just because it's the end of the week. I can't wait to get home from work and publish the latest chapter, and patiently wait to see the number of views rising and the comments you all post. I've written stories before (obviously not for this site) but nothing like this. It's the longest, most complex fiction I've ever written. It's been a roller coaster ride. It's been easy to write. It's been difficult to write. It's been satisfying. It's been trying. It's been fun. It's been gut wrenching. But above all, I've felt pride. Pride that I conceived an idea, put forth the effort, worked hard (almost six months for Part I), and, with the help of my editors (I cannot thank them enough) turned out what I think is a pretty good story.

But as I've alluded to before, I will be without internet access this July and I don't know how long I'll be out of touch. A super conservative estimate would be September, but realistically I expect to be back in August. When I do return, expect new material, both new chapters to ongoing stories and new stories I've been thinking about writing for awhile. I'll post a blog when I get back. If you want to be alerted to my return, just click the Follow button. Don't worry about being spammed with alerts; I rarely post blogs. Besides, you can always stop following my account at any time.

That being said, this is Dreadnought signing off. Catch you on the flip side.

Keep Writing,

Dreadnought

Chapter 11: Revelations

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 11: Revelations

Bam! The sturdy apple tree shuddered from the sudden force, its overhanging limbs shaking. Snapping free from the branches, red apples fell neatly into awaiting baskets. Big Mac turned and looked happily at his work. Not a single apple remained upon the tree, both baskets brimming with bushels of apples. He gave a smile. He was tired of plowing the fields; it had been long, weary work. Not that he didn’t feel tired now. He still felt extremely exhausted from his sleepless nights, but the switch to applebucking reinvigorated him, as much as any chore could. No longer at the beginning of a job, now he could enjoy the fruits of his labor. Shortly these apples would be sold in Ponyville, earning the family money. It was an honest business – growing food to feed hungry townsfolk. More than that, it was essential work. Without farmers, society itself would fall apart.

“You doin’ alright Big Mac?” called Applejack.

“Eeyup” he said, before letting out a big yawn.

“Ah’m goin’ take a load in.”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac picked up his baskets and dumped them into a nearly full cart.

Applejack slipped into the harness and began to pull the cart back to the farmhouse. “Ya be sure to leave some trees fer me, ya'hear?”

“Eeyup.” There was no fear of that. For as big and strong as he was, Big Mac was simply too tired to buck all the trees. In fact, he knew he was bucking trees slower than usual. He watched Applejack disappear over the horizon. He turned to the orchard in front of him and let out a sigh.

Big Mac positioned two baskets beneath a tree. He walked over in front of the trunk, and turned around. Big Mac paused to gather his strength, then pushed off onto his forelegs. His rear legs flared backwards hitting the center of the trunk. Momentarily he could feel the tree give under his hooves, the impact spreading throughout and shaking every part of the tree, before the trunk ceased yielding and pushed back. Apples reigned down into the baskets.

Big Mac stood there, resting for a moment. He noticed a shadow moving upon the ground. Too large to be a bird, it was a pegasus shadow. Rainbow Dash looking for Applejack, he thought. He looked up in horror as he saw not the cyan pegasus but the bluish-gray sovereign of the night.

Luna came down and landed a few yards from Big Mac. She walked up to him, no smile but concern on her face. “Hello Big Mac,” she said with a sadness pervading her voice.

“Princess Luna ah’m so sorry ’bout ma dream. Ah tried to not dream ’bout you, ah really did. But ah don’t know what....” Big Mac’s voice trailed off. She was no longer looking at him, but hung her head low, her body burdened with a heavy emotional weight. “Princess Luna?” asked a worried Big Mac, hoping she was not upset with him.

“It – it was not your dream.”

Big Mac looked at her quite puzzled. “Not ma dream?”

“No – it was mine.”

If Big Mac was puzzled before, now he was completely bewildered. “Yer dream?”

“Yes,” said Luna quite softly and sadly. “I– I do not know how it happened. I was asleep in my bed, and somehow my subconscious used my magic to reach out and pull you into my dream.”

Big Mac stood there, trying to understand what she meant. Somehow he had entered into Princess Luna’s dream. She dreamt of the Gala. She dreamt of their dancing. She dreamt of their kissing. A small wave a shock passed through Big Mac. Slowly her words repeated in his mind: Dreams do not lie Big Mac. Luna looked up into his eyes. A look of understanding slowly spread across his face as the implication of her revelation dawned upon him: She was in love with him. Both stood there, looking at each other – one too stunned to talk and the other too afraid to speak.

Luna lowered her head. “I do love you McIntosh.”

A second wave of shock passed through Big Mac as he took a long, hard look at Luna. He had never seen her this – vulnerable. Sure he had found her near death, but that was after fighting a savage beast. Now she stood in front of him, her conflicted and tortured soul completely exposed to him. No longer was she a princess of Equestria, an immortal alicorn who raised the moon and moved the stars. She was a confused and frightened mare, torn to the very core. “So now what?” he finally asked.

“I- I do not know. Perhaps we could–.” She paused for a long moment. “Perhaps we should try –?” Luna’s voiced cracked and she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Big Mac took a deep breath, wanting his voice to be as calm and caring as possible. “What ’bout not fallin’ in love?”

Luna looked up, tears forming in her eyes. “I have listened so long to my sister, perhaps I should listen to my heart?” She lowered her head again and a tear splattered upon the ground. She felt like she was going to break down completely until she was surprised by a gentle embrace from Big Mac.

“We both have feelins’ fer each other. Ah may not have been all over Equestria like ma sister, but ah know that when two ponies feel love for one ’nother, it is somethin’ special.” Luna looked up to Big Mac, his eyes full of compassion and a sympathetic smile upon his face. “Would you like to take a walk Luna?”

She couldn’t speak, but softly nodded. Big Mac knew that she was not ready to face Applejack or the rest of the family, so he tenderly led Luna further into the orchards where they could talk about how to approach their relationship.

End of Part I

Intermission

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Chapter 13: Longest Day

PART II: Dreams in the Dark
Chapter 13: Longest Day

The kitchen door slowly, almost reluctantly, creaked open to reveal a visibly exhausted Big Mac. The room lay quiet and empty, filled with the predawn twilight that struck a soothing balance between fading darkness and rising light. Big Mac carefully stepped inside and cautiously closed the door behind him, momentarily pausing to listen for any sounds that his family stirred... nothing. Standing motionless, almost too tired to move, he focused on his breathing and nearly passed through the moment. He listlessly drifted to the table and almost fell onto the seat, feeling more drained than at anytime he could ever remember.

All night. You were out there all night, and she didn’t show up. Big Mac laid his head upon the table. Why? Why didn’t she show up!? Maybe something happened? Maybe she ran into another monster? Mac, you damn fool! She’s a princess. She could never love you. No! She does. Ah could feel it. She does love me. Mac, wake up! She doesn’t love you. It was just a dream. Just a damn, bucking dream. She left you alone just like.... Big Mac bolted upright. No... that – that was different.

Realizing he would quickly fall asleep if he continued to sit there, Big Mac stood with great difficulty, still weak and weary from his long, meaningless night. The easterly sky now lay bright, with golden sunlight soon to pierce the horizon. The family will be getting up any minute. Ah can’t let them know Ah was out all night. Ah’ll go ahead and make the coffee. That’ll wake me up and it’ll look like Ah got up early. He made his way to cabinet and pulled forth the bag of ground coffee. He reached for the kettle and, after filling it with cold clear water from the tap, set it upon the stove to heat. From above, the shifting sounds indicated that the family was getting out of bed to start their day, while Big Mac’s endless agony would continue in another form. After a minute the stairs creaked, and he turned to see Applejack entering the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Big Mac,” she said with a smile on her face.

“Mornin’,” he dully replied, doing his best to hide not just his fatigue but also the pain tearing at his heart.

Applejack began to rummage through the cabinets, gathering the ingredients and cookware to make breakfast. “You’re up early this mornin’,” she observed.

“Eeyup,” he responded flatly, emotionlessly.

“I thought ya might have slept in a little,” she passed casually.

“Nnope.”

Taking a look at him, she asked, “Ya sure you don’t want to get some extra sleep? You look awfully tired.”

Feeling his annoyance increase, he retorted, “Nnope.”

She began measuring out the flour. “So how was your night out?”

“Fine,” he said, with more bitterness than intended.

“Really?” she asked, her tone colored with concern.

Doing his best to respond in a normal manner, he replied, “Eeyup.”

Studying Big Mac for a moment, Applejack seemed to accept his answer and returned to making pancakes. The kettle began to whistle, letting all know the coffee would be ready shortly. He poured the boiling water unto the ground beans and slowly a small stream of black liquid began to fill the awaiting pot. With a little bit of time before the coffee would be ready, Big Mac lumbered out of the room without another word and made his way to the downstairs bathroom. After taking a moment to relieve himself, he filled the basin with cold water. Splashing his face calmed him, but did nothing to relieve the overwhelming exhaustion. He stared at himself in the mirror. Ah am tired. Out there all night for nothin’. A whole day’s work ahead. Just got to make it ta dinner. He ran a towel over his face and hooves before returning to the kitchen which was filled with the rich, comforting aroma of coffee. He grabbed a cup then sat down at the table. Taking it black, he quickly drank the hot liquid but found it offered little relief from the terrible fatigue. He rose again and poured himself another cup.

“A second cup already?” asked a surprised and concerned Applejack.

“Eeyup.” He again took a seat and downed the cup. He could feel the coffee slowly combating his exhaustion, though he knew it was going to be a long day, with his struggle only just beginning.

Applejack turned to him and opened her mouth for a question, but was preempted by her sister walking into the room. “Mornin’ everypony,” chimed Apple Bloom.

“Mornin’ sugar cube,” replied Applejack cheerily.

“Mornin’,” mumbled Big Mac.

“We havin’ pancakes again?” asked Apple Bloom, catching the emerging scent replacing the aroma of coffee.

“We sure are,” said Applejack.

“That sounds good.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re hungry.”

Apple Bloom sat down across from Big Mac. “You look tired.”

“Nnope,” was his simple response.

“Mornin’ y’all,” said their grandmare, entering the kitchen and taking a seat at the head of the table.

“Mornin’ Granny Smith,” greeted Applejack.

“Good mornin’ Granny,” replied Apple Bloom.

“Mornin’,” grumbled Big Mac.

“Apple Bloom, would you mind getting out the juice, butter, and syrup?” asked Applejack.

“Sure thing.”

Granny Smith turned to Big Mac. “Ya look tired. Didn’t ya sleep well?”

“Nnope,” he muttered.

“That’s too bad. I’m sure some of Applejack’s cooking will make ya feel better,” she encouraged.

Applejack brought the plates and silverware to the rest of the family, while Apple Bloom set the table with the rest of the meal. Stacking the fresh hot pancakes onto a platter, Applejack joined her family at the table. Within moments most of the family was enjoying breakfast, with Big Mac merely going through the motions....

***

Bam! Big Mac turned to the tree, disappointed to see fruit still hanging from the branches. Normally he could clear a tree with a single powerful kick from one of his hind legs, but today it required two or sometimes three attempts. Clearly his exhaustion was having a detrimental impact on his work performance. Giving the tree another buck, he turned and found it finally free of apples. With the tree harvested, he let out a long, weary sigh as he began collecting the filled baskets. Big Mac hauled the fruit to the awaiting cart, the heavy load and his fatigue sapping what little energy he had left and fogging his mind. He wasn’t sure he’d make it to lunch, much less dinner.

His unending, arduous labor did little to distract his troubled mind. All day he kept trying to figure out what had happened. He believed they had shared a real connection on a deep, personal level that only they understood. He possessed feelings for her. She harbored feelings for him. They were to keep the relationship secret to avoid the pressures of a public courting. So why didn’t she show up? Had he done something wrong? Did he unknowingly offend her in some way? Try as he might, Big Mac could only come up with one good explanation, one that cut deep into his heart and tore at his soul: He wasn’t good enough for her.

Big Mac returned to the next tree in the orchard and carefully arranged the baskets to catch the falling fruit. He prepared for another buck, but noticed Applejack approaching between the rows of apple trees. “You doin’ okay?” she asked.

“Eeyup,” he responded flatly.

“Really? You don’t seem fine.”

“Eeyup,” he maintained.

“You’re exhausted.”

“Nnope.”

“And somethin’s been bothering you.”

“Nnope.”

“I could see it at breakfast. You were quiet, even for you.”

“Nnope,” he replied, increasingly annoyed.

“Is it about last night?”

“Nnope.”

“Did something happen when you were in town?”

“Nnope.”

“You can tell me.”

“Nnope,” he declared with heavy irritation in his voice.

“Big Mac, can’t ya see I’m trying to help!?”

“Nnope!” he yelled. Bam! Crack! They turned to the tree. The two stood there, speechless, staring at the trunk which now bore large cracks emanating from a deep hoofprint. Shocked at her brother’s behavior, Applejack turned and walked away, leaving Big Mac alone in the orchard....

***

Celestia’s red sun was sinking towards the distant western hills by the time Big Mac finished his work and approached the farmhouse, feeling tired and dirty. A bath and sleep would take care of those problems, but would do little to heal his spirit. He wounded soul ached in agony, torn by all the conflicting emotions swirling inside him: anger at Princess Luna for not showing up; loneliness from unrequited love; guilt for his outburst before Applejack; humiliation at having spent all night waiting for the princess; anger at himself for daring to hope they could be together; fear that he may have irreparably damaged his relationship with his sister; despair that he would never find someone to share his love; shame that he wasn’t good enough for Luna.

Big Mac gloomily climbed the porch steps, each of them creaking under his weight. He paused for a long moment before the door, not wanting to go inside and face Applejack, much less the rest of his family if they knew what happened. He was so disgusted and shamed by his actions he had skipped lunch, instead skimming a few apples from his harvest. He had gone out of his way to avoid his sister, but now he had to face her.

He opened the screen door, which let out a loud squeak. Stepping inside, he could detect the wonderful smells of dinner and heard his family busy in the kitchen. “Big Mac?” called Apple Bloom. Entering the living room, she told him, “You’d better wash up. We’re almost ready to eat.”

Big Mac was about to walk to the bathroom when he paused. “Ah’m not having dinner.”

“You’re not?” asked a surprised Apple Bloom.

“Nnope.”

“Why not?”

“Ah’m goin’ to bed.”

“You sure you don’t want anythin’?” she asked.

“Nnope.” He turned and slowly began climbing the stairs to his bedroom.

Author's Note

Once again thanks to my editor, TheMajorTechie, for reviewing my work.

This chapter took a bit longer than anticipated. It was hard to get the tone right and I made some changes to improve the characterization. I had planned on writing this chapter to be of similar length as the previous, to emphasize how long and depressing his day was.

I’ve started work on Chapter 14, which will be easier to write as I have most of it outlined. But I should also mention that I’ve been working on a new story that’s been eating up most of my time. I’ve been putting a lot of energy into it, constantly proofreading, editing and rewriting. I’ve been working nearly everyday since late March and I’m only 7600 words into it. But I will say that I feel my writing has taken (I can only speak to what I have written so far, of course) a huge step forward and the bar has been raised so high, I doubt I’ll ever surpass it. Still, several thousand words to write, plus more editing and rewriting. But I think the wait will well be worth it.

In the meantime, I’ve got a couple of short one-shots. If anyone would like to pre-read them, let me know.

Dreadnought

Chapter 1: The Battle

PART I: Shared Dreams
Chapter 1: The Battle

Princess Luna circled high above the trees. She desperately scanned the ground below looking for her enemy. The dark night, that of a waning crescent moon, thwarted her attempts to see any form lurking in the shadows of the trees. Worse still, a soft breeze blew, gently swaying the leaves and branches, obscuring any movement in the shadows.

For an hour, Princess Luna had fought her foe. She kept her distance, wielding her immense magic to fire powerful blasts of magical energy. Upon impact her salvos inflicted immense pain, leaving scorch marks and provoking howls of horrific pain, but they barely seemed to slow down her foe. When the combat became close, Luna had resorted to jabbing with her hooves, swinging and kicking with every ounce of strength until she hit her mark, cracking bone and leaving royal horseshoe imprints upon the flesh of her foe. Luna had fought valiantly, but she had not come away unscathed. She received crushing blows, leaving her bruised and battered, aching from seemingly every part of her body. Blood seeped from gashes and scratches, mixing with hair and forming thick masses in her coat.

THERE!!! THERE!!! Luna caught a glimpse of movement through the trees. She reached deep down, drawing forth her remaining strength to launch a blinding flash of energy toward the ground. The air crackled as it hurtled toward the shadows. The flash plunged to the ground, illuminating the leaves and branches and fruit of the trees. The blinding light killed any shadows as it streaked toward its target. The flash crashed through the trees, burning leaves and splintering branches before it impacted the ground, sending large chunks of earth flying in every direction.

Luna could see a smoldering crater, but smoke and dust shrouded the impact point. Did she find her mark? Did she miss? Did she mistake the moving shadows of the trees for her foe? The stakes were too high, Luna had to make sure. Luna began circling the destruction her magic had wrought. She slowly descended, anxiously looking into the crater while maintaining a strong awareness of her surroundings, wary of an ambush that was certain to come if her foe was not at the bottom of the crater. Gradually the smoke began to clear and Luna peered down. A motionless form began to emerge through the haze. Luna had indeed found her mark.

Luna breathed a sigh of relief. She had triumphed over her enemy. Her long battle was over. The euphoria of her victory was short lived, however. Weariness overtook Luna. Her muscles ached with every movement, every flap of the wing was more arduous than the last. Her legs remembered every hard kick, her hooves sore from the shock of impact of her horseshoes upon her foe. Her bruises became more unbearable with each passing moment. Blood still oozed from her raw cuts and gashes. Luna breathed heavily the cool night air, its sweetness easing her pain, but just a little.

Luna landed a few feet from the crater, intent on verifying that her foe truly was defeated. Her legs nearly buckled under her weight. She paused, taking a laborious breath and coughing as the dust choked her. She steadied herself and gathered her strength. She took a step, stumbling forward, struggling with all her might to maintain her balance. But this was a battle she could not win. She plowed face first into the dirt. Suddenly her vision blurred and Luna’s world went dark….

***

The stars dotted the night sky. Tiny scattered flecks of light twinkled in the vast empty sea of black. Black, the color of despair. Black, the color sorrow. Black, the color of mourning….

Only the moon moved across the sky. The thin crescent was in its final throes – soon it would fade into darkness. It would wane from existence, much like a distant memory disappearing forever into nothingness. Still, its feeble light shone down, barely breaking through the trees. The meager light did not illuminate anything, instead separating darkness from near darkness, figures and forms perceived but not seen.

Something began to stir. The sky in the east began to change, little by little the darkness fading. The sky brightened, but still night had not surrendered. Slowly the first rays of sunshine broke the horizon, piercing the night, driving it away. The sun slowly made its appearance, rising from the horizon. The end had come for night, the day was making its presence felt.

The rays of light broke through the trees. Their warmth fell upon the cold ground. The light illuminated a figure sprawled across the dirt. A motionless alicorn lay among devastation. With each passing moment the light grew stronger and the alicorn emerged from shadow, the gentle blending of colors and soft lines giving way to a stark, sharp image. Cuts and dried blood littered her coat, competing for space with bruises and the stains of black earth. Feathers torn and broken on her wings. Her mane a dull gray, motionless and plain. The birds began to chirp, welcoming the morning. Their happy calls drowning out the faintest, shallowest of breaths coming from a dying princess….

Author's Note

Well, after all the months of hard work and writing, rewriting, and editing, this day has finally come! I hope you enjoy this story, the first of many. Please provide feedback so I can improve my writing.

I must also thank my two editors: TheMajorTechie and Rijo Striker. Rijo is a new author like me, providing good recommendations to improve my work. A special thanks to TheMajorTechie, my great friend, who has provided a lot of insight to really improve this massive story.

Keep Writing,

Dreadnought

Chapter 12: Under the Moon

PART II: Dreams in the Dark
Chapter 12: Under the Moon

Big Mac briskly trotted up the hill. Ordinarily he would, like most ponies, take more care when walking at night, lest he trip and drive his face into the earth or step into a hole and twist a fetlock. However, Big Mac showed no such concern this night. For one thing, he knew this hill like the back of his hoof. He spent his whole life on Sweet Apple Acres. As a young colt he ran about, playing among the trees and wading in the clear, cold waters of the stream that cut through the center of the farm. As a stallion, and indeed as an older colt, he spent his days working the fields, harvesting the fruits of the trees, and repairing anything and everything that needed fixing around the farm. But beyond his knowledge of the land, Big Mac could actually see quite well. The full moon shone more brightly than he ever remembered, making it rather easy to see the ground in front of him. The moonlight illuminated the grass and the trees, the latter casting long dark contrasting shadows across the land. But even if he wanted to slow down, he couldn’t – he could barely contain his excitement for this evening.

Reaching the crest of the hill, he paused for a moment, the soft grass brushing against his feet. Big Mac carefully surveyed the area, his eyes scanning for any shadowy forms, his ears straining for the slightest sound of movement, his nose searching for any scent out of place. Slowly he turned, sweeping the area around him until he completed a full circle. Nopony but him stood on the grassy knoll, not that he expected anypony to be out here at this hour. But one couldn’t be too careful. Next he gazed upward. If a pony didn’t know any better, one would think he was stargazing. But Big Mac sought out not stars, but pegasi. He didn’t see any and was relieved that Rainbow Dash’s projection of clear skies had been correct. The last thing he wanted were clouds concealing eavesdroppers. Satisfied, Big Mac let out a sigh of relief.

Reaching behind him, Big Mac drew forth the pack he had been carrying. Carefully he pulled out a large, checkered blanket and in one sweeping motion spread the blanket upon the grass. He picked up some heavy rocks and planted them at the corners of the blanket to ensure it would not blow away in a sudden gust of wind. Next, he picked up the basket and placed it at the center of the blanket. Finally, with everything ready, Big Mac sat down next to the basket and began to reflect upon his surroundings.

From the top of the hill, Big Mac could see the glittering town of Ponyville sprawled out before him. Scores of tiny points of light poured forth from the windows of houses, flickered from lamps along the streets, and glowed from lanterns carried by the ponies themselves. But from this distance the tiny lights blended and merged, until Ponyville ceased being a town and became a shimmering field with a glowing yellow hue. It was as if a magical spider had weaved a web of golden light upon the grass of a meadow. It was beautiful, delicate, and fleeting all at the same time. The warmth of the light coming from the town enveloped Big Mac like a soft blanket, filling him with a sense of confidence and eager anticipation for the night to come. Surely Princess – er – Luna would enjoy such a magnificent view?

Big Mac paused and glanced to his right. On a neighboring hill stood the farmhouse and associated outbuildings of Sweet Apple Acres. How it contrasted with Ponyville! Most evenings one would see a brightly lit, inviting home set against the blackness of the night. Dark silhouettes of ponies would pass back and forth in the windows and, if one came near enough, the sounds of a close and loving family could be heard. Tonight, though, he saw a darkened farmhouse standing silently in the bright moonlight. But this did not bother him, for the house lay peaceful and quiet in his absence.

Big Mac turned his attention upward to the sky, to Luna’s realm. The full moon was climbing higher in the sky, its bright light drowning out the light from many of the stars. On a dark night one could see hundreds if not thousands of tiny twinkling specks of light. But tonight only the brightest stars dare compete with the moon. Over there shone Sirius, the brightest of the stars. And in Carina glowed Canopus. For many of the other stars he couldn’t remember their names. Big Mac thought hard, back to his private tutelage in stellar cartography given by the master of the night sky herself, Princess Luna....

***

It was on the night of their first dinner. Luna insisted on taking Big Mac to a fancy restaurant to thank him for saving her life. What started out as a simple dinner turned into a truly magical evening. They dined on the back patio, the scene lit with dozens of candles. It was just the two of them in this intimate, romantic setting. After dinner Luna walked home with Big Mac. Along the way she explained the design of her celestial tapestry, pointing out all the constellations and the brightest stars of her night sky.

Two nights later Big Mac enjoyed an evening concert with Luna. The two of them sat together, the big simple farm pony sitting next to the most beautiful mare in all of Equestria. Though they found themselves surrounded by hundreds of other ponies, it felt as if they were alone, the whole world revolving around the two of them. After a touching romantic serenade, Big Mac leaned over and tenderly kissed Luna – their first kiss. But it all turned out to be just a dream, a dream that, unbeknownst to Big Mac, the real Princess Luna had entered. The next day she spoke to Big Mac about the events of the night before. Luna revealed that dreams are a window to the heart and, even if he didn’t know it, he possessed feelings for her. She told him that she harbored no such feelings for him beyond friendship. And that is how their relationship was supposed to be.

Five days later Big Mac, unable to sleep since kissing Luna in his dream, laid down to take a late morning nap. Upon closing his eyes he found himself at the royal castle of Canterlot on the night of the Grand Galloping Gala. Princess Luna approached him and asked for a dance. The two gracefully swept across the dance floor in perfect harmony before the dream ended. The next day Big Mac was again visited by the princess. He tried to apologize for dreaming about her again. But Luna revealed that it was not his dream, but hers. Hesitantly and fearfully she admitted that she possessed feelings for him. And that was the moment their relationship changed forever.

Big Mac and Luna took a walk alone through the orchards. For the longest time they walked in silence, Big Mac giving Luna the chance to compose herself after admitting her love for him. After a while, they began discussing the best way to approach their relationship, a new experience for both of them. The first thing they agreed upon was that they should handle it with the utmost discretion. Princess Luna sought to avoid the media scrutiny until their relationship reached a more serious level. And though the press would provide free advertising for the farm, Big Mac wanted to avoid the frenzy almost as much as Luna. Besides, there was no point in publicizing their relationship when they didn’t know where it would end up. It could end just as quickly as it began. Further, both agreed that keeping it between the two of them for the time being would be best. Luna feared her sister’s reaction to the news, for Princess Celestia long counseled against courtship with a stallion. Big Mac, on the other hoof, knew his two younger sisters would, after their initial shock, react with great enthusiasm. But with Applejack the Element of Honesty and Apple Bloom unable to hold onto many secrets, he knew keeping them in the dark would be the best approach. Lastly, they agreed to meet again for a date – a formal date. Big Mac recommended Saturday evening, to which Luna agreed. She suggested they meet in the dreamscape, but Big Mac noted that their two previous rendezvous occurred there so the two of them should spend time together in the real world. They decided upon a time of ten o’clock in the evening. With their plans laid, they continued to walk through the orchard, unsure how to depart. At the end of the path they came to a stop and stared at each other. Finally Big Mac bowed and Luna, with a smile, took off into the sky. Big Mac watched her soar high above the orchard and fly alone back to her home in Canterlot….

***

Big Mac sat by himself on the grassy hill, staring up at Luna’s beautiful night sky. He left the farmhouse early, so he knew he would have to wait. But time had no meaning. For Luna he would wait the rest of his life.

The moon, that ancient celestial disc, continued its nightly journey across the sky. It climbed higher and higher, as if scaling some dark, hidden mountain. Still its pure white light shone down, but with a greater height that produced shorter shadows from the trees. Far below, the lights of Ponyville continued to produce a magical yellow hue, a wonderful sight that could only be enjoyed during Luna’s beautiful nights.

A scent caught Big Mac’s attention… apple pie. He silently chuckled to himself. Throughout the day, he had assembled this covert dinner for Luna under the very noses of his family. Early in the morning, before anypony woke up, Big Mac sneaked downstairs and commandeered the family picnic basket and pulled from the closet a large red-and-white checkered blanket. He also crept down to the basement and removed some bottles of coveted apple cider from the private family stock. Carefully he slipped from the house and made his way to the barn where he concealed his secret stash, before quietly returning to the house and crawling back into bed before anypony noticed. Anxiously he laid awake, unable to get back to sleep until the rooster announced it was time to get up. Peering out the window to the easterly dawn, he saw the resplendent red sky Princess Celestia had painted to announce the new day. Later that morning Big Mac absconded with one of the freshly baked pies cooling on a window sill. And during the afternoon, when Applejack was in town selling the farm’s produce, Apple Bloom was at school, and Granny Smith was taking her usual nap, Big Mac slipped into the house and prepared the rest of the dishes... lettuce and tomato sandwiches, mixed greens, coleslaw, and potato salad. By the time dinner rolled around, nopony suspected a thing. Well, they were still scratching their heads over a missing apple pie, but they chalked it up to somepony miscounting. Big Mac’s plan was going without a hitch!

Luna’s moon hung high in the sky now. It ascent was slowing, soon it would reach its apex before beginning its gradual descent to the far horizon. It must be ten, or close to it, thought Big Mac. A soft breeze blew, rustling the trees, causing shadows to dance beneath them, while the grass of the meadow gently swayed to-and-fro. Down below, the soft glow had dimmed, but still remained a beautiful sight to behold.

Waiting for the princess, Big Mac reflected on his departure from the farmhouse that evening. He knew leaving after dark would raise suspicions and engender questioning from his sisters and grandmare in the morning. Such an interrogation might lead to his clandestine courtship with the princess of the night and all the unwanted scrutiny the two desperately wanted to avoid. So he told Applejack he was headed into town to meet with some fellow stallions for some guy time. When asked at what time he would return, he simply said they shouldn’t wait up. It was a small white lie, nothing more, but still he hated lying to his sister. He knew Applejack, the Element of Honesty, wouldn’t approve of such duplicity, but he was sure she would understand in the end. With that he left the farmhouse and trotted to the far side of the barn where he entered through the back door. Climbing the ladder, he made his way to the loft where a large mass lay shrouded in the darkness. Carefully moving a mound of hay and miscellaneous farming implements revealed a simple wicker basket and checkered picnic blanket. Silently descending the ladder, he slowly slipped into the shadows of the apple trees and quietly waited. He remained hidden until the lights of the farmhouse went out, indicating the family had finally gone to bed. Emerging from his concealment, Big Mac headed for the knoll that overlooked Ponyville.

Big Mac continued to stare at the moon. He had seen it all his life, but only in the past few days had he really looked at it. Most of the time he might catch a glimpse of it setting just before the dawn, or see it rising after Princess Celestia lowered the sun. Even when he was out after dark, he usually was busy with something... escorting his youngest sister home from an after-school activity... an evening concert by the Ponytones... prepping for zap apple jam season... Nightmare Night festivities. He could only remember a few instances of just staring up at the night sky in admiration of its beauty. The most recent time was, of course, on the night of the dinner. Luna had created the celestial tapestry and took great pride in explaining its design, pointing out constellations, stars, planets, and even a passing comet. Her enthusiasm was contagious, her voice intoxicating.... Another instance was one evening when he escorted Apple Bloom and her friends to the Golden Oaks Library for a sleepover. Those three fillies were trying for cutie marks in astronomy. Big Mac stayed a few minutes and observed Twilight teaching the girls about stargazing. Since he didn’t have to pay close attention to proper techniques for reading star charts, he was free to let his eyes wander upward. Never in a thousand moons would he have thought he would go on a date with the astronomic architect herself.... Beyond that his mind wandered to a cold spring evening, far away from Ponyville. A youthful Macintosh, too young to be known by the moniker “Big”, stood with a group of colts huddled around an elderly stallion. They all listened as the scoutmaster talked about how to use a telescope to study the mythological Mare in the Moon. The colts took turns peering into the eyepiece, exploring the hundreds of circular craters, large and small, that pockmarked the lunar surface. Big Mac never earned his Astronomy Merit Badge, but then again, life had other plans.... The earliest memory he had of looking at the night sky was one autumn night, so many years ago. It was a cold night, with a chill that that cut to the very core. Yet two ponies stood outside, one a large stallion, the other a small red colt. They had gone on a camping trip, just the two of them. Earlier in the day they had hiked up a steep hill, though to the younger pony it seemed like an imposing mountain towering above him. Later the two cooked hayburgers and baked potatoes for dinner. They roasted marshmallows over a roaring fire, the warmth fending off the cold chill of fall and the foreboding darkness of night. Now, with the fire doused and the forest quiet, they headed for the tent for some well-deserved shuteye. The younger pony looked up and stopped when he saw the beautiful moon high in the sky. He stood there, staring at it. The older stallion stopped too and looked up. They remained motionless, transfixed by the magnificent harvest moon. In a moment of loving affection, the father wrapped his foreleg around his son....

Big Mac shuddered. It must be the wind, he thought. It’s getting colder as the night wears on. He cast his gaze downwards and observed the soft glow of Ponyville had dimmed as ponies went to bed and turned off their lights. The streets of town came into sharp focus as strings of glowing streetlamps weaved amongst the darkened homes and shops. Still, the inviting bright signs from the bars and restaurants shone brightly, trying to entice ponies to enter and part with their bits. He shifted his gaze to the distance. Looming over Ponyville stood a massive structure, shrouded in darkness. Maybe Twilight is stargazing. Either that, or she’s gone to bed.

Big Mac turned his attention back to the moon, the luminous pearl of the night sky. One would never look upon Celestia’s sun as they would Luna’s moon. The sun’s intense radiance blinded anypony who dared stare at it, while the moon rewarded its admirers with a beautiful white light. Sunlight was harsh, blazing, burning. Moonlight was soft, embracing, soothing. The sun’s illumination made the world stark and plain. Yet the moon’s illumination blurred shapes, softened hard edges, and always teased an air of mystery. The sun symbolized work and toil. The moon peace and calmness. The sun was the source, illuminating everything with an all-encompassing light. The moon was merely a reflection of the sun, a fraction and an echo, but the best of what could be. The sun was constant, never-changing, the eternal presence of the ages. The moon was always changing. It was born of the darkness, played like a child across the sky, grew to maturity, gracefully aged, then graciously accepted inevitability as its light was extinguished. It was predictable, a full life that was never cut short in its prime....

Big Mac closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the cool air filling his lungs. He held his breathe and became one with the moment... a gentle rustle passed through the trees... a single owl hooted in the distance... a slight breeze gently stroked his fur and tousled his mane. Big Mac exhaled and slowly opened his eyes. The moon continued to shine down its soothing light, allowing him to regain his calmness. Below the glow of Ponyville had dimmed, with only a few establishments continuing to advertise. Most of the town had gone to bed, passing into Luna’s dreamscape.

The dreamscape, that domain that seems infinite yet exists only in the subconscious mind. A place that is everywhere and nowhere. Where perception becomes reality. Where the intangible becomes tangible. Where the impossible becomes possible. Full of limitless potential, constrained only by the creative capacity of the dreamer’s mind. A place of beauty or ugliness. Of joy or sorrow. Of peace or fear. Of calm or chaos. A place where all contradictions and paradoxes can simultaneously exist in harmony.

Luna’s words came back, “Dreams are a window to the heart.” Big Mac had no idea that he possessed feelings for the princess of the night, yet his affection was plainly displayed when she came to visit him in his dream. The dream pierced his stoic exterior, cutting through his fear and doubt to show the pure love of his heart. He had dreamed the impossible dream, a dream that was now coming true.

“Dreams are a window to the heart.” How ironic and prophetic those words proved to be. Luna had denied she possessed feelings for Big Mac. They were to remain friends, perhaps close friends, but nothing more than friends. Yet when he found himself pulled into her dream, he found she had been expecting him. They shared a single perfect moment. Luna kissed him, and their lives would never be the same again.

The moon was lower, starting its slow descent to the far horizon. It was definitely past ten, and almost certainly past midnight. Where was Luna? She was coming, he knew it. But where could she be? Maybe she was delayed? Yes, that was it. She was running late, so he would wait.

Big Mac continued to stare at the moon. Somehow the moon seemed different this night. It was bigger and shone more brightly than he ever remembered. The brilliant white disc traveled slowly, deliberately, with newfound certainty. It appeared to move with a happiness and sense of purpose that had long been forgotten but had only recently been reawakened. He could tell, perhaps the one pony in all of Equestria that could tell, that tonight the moon reflected not just the sun but also the princess of the night. Not too many nights before, Luna stood taller and looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her. The princess moved deliberately, with a certainty and confidence that she had last possessed a thousand years before.

Big Mac reflected on that most wonderful of nights....

***
Ponyville Town Square lay calm and quiet. A few ponies moved about, heading home from a long day at work or to dinner at a local restaurant. Big Mac stood there, enjoying the cool evening air and peaceful setting. Turning his gaze up, he admired the hundreds of sparkling stars filling the night sky, though he did not know their names nor could he identify more than a hoofull of constellations. Yet he didn’t need to know their names to simply enjoy the magnificent sight of Luna’s grand design.

Something caught his attention, forms moving in the night. Four figures soared through the darkness above him. The lead pony descended and Big Mac recognized Princess Luna. She circled around and gracefully landed a few feet from him, whereupon he bowed to his royal sovereign, “Good evening Princess Luna.”

“Call me Luna.”

“Luna.” Luna, the most beautiful name in all of Equestria....

Stepping out the back door, the two were astonished to find the back patio transformed into a magical, secluded retreat for just the two of them. Dozens of candles lit the scene while scents of flowers drifted in the cool of the night air. The couple took seats at the small, private table. Big Mac looked across and gazed upon the princess of the night. Luna carried herself once more with poise and grace, but also with a tranquility and peace that brought joy to his heart. The candles cast a soft light upon her, subduing her coat to a dark alluring shade as subtle and seductive shadows danced across her face. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful mare in all of Equestria....

***

On that night Luna possessed a serenity and peace of mind that he had not seen from her before. How different that was from her first official visit to Ponyville on Nightmare Night. Initially she became confused and flustered at the poor reception from the townsfolk. This turned into an awkward attempt to be accepted by her subjects, before she succumbed to her temper and banned the observance of the holiday. It wasn’t until Twilight Sparkle convinced her that Nightmare Night was a celebration and not a somber remembrance that Luna began to understand that she was indeed loved by the ponies that once harbored fear and distrust of her.

Indeed, the next time Luna visited Ponyville she was eagerly greeted by her subjects. It was just after Lord Tirek had been defeated. While the beloved Golden Oaks Library had tragically been lost, a new shimmering crystal castle grew out of the ground. In a grand reception, the princesses and all the ponies of town entered to explore Twilight’s new home. Princess Luna moved about the crowd, greeting the townsfolk, conversing about recent events. From the far end of the grand entrance hall, packed with scores of ponies young and old, Big Mac observed the princess of the night moving amongst the crowd. Even from this distance, her beauty was unquestioned. But Big Mac was too shy and reserved to approach the princess, instead spending time helping his grandmare and listening to the more talkative guests chat.

The moon had fallen quite a bit. It continued its descent, approaching the western horizon. Big Mac realized that it was far past midnight, now very early in the morning. Yet Luna had not arrived. Could he have made a mistake? It was the day they agreed to meet. He was at the selected location at the appointed hour. He had even packed a special dinner to surprise Princess Luna. What could he have overlooked? No, she would come. They had professed their love to each other. The tender moment they shared was real. She would show up.

Big Mac looked down to Ponyville. All the establishments were closed, the homes quiet and dark. Only the streetlamps, like shining yellow pearls on strings weaving amongst the buildings, continued to shine. Yet this was not enough, and the town lay in near total darkness. The beautiful web of golden light had been reduced to a dull, faint glow. Shortly this too would be extinguished, leaving no signs of the wondrous sight that had been.

It was on a night like this, not too long ago, that Princess Luna had come to Ponyville. Except this time it was not a social call, but a matter of the utmost importance. The tantabus, an amorphous emotionless creature, terrorized all the citizens of town. It threatened to escape from the dream realm and turn all of Equestria into a living nightmare. Except this was no monster from the Everfree Forest, nor some sentient spell conjured by a dark wizard. This threat was created by Princess Luna herself. She had unleashed this horror, placing all of Equestria in grave danger.

No, Luna would never put innocent lives in jeopardy. She was a good, compassionate princess that had risked her own life to save Ponyville from the riesen. She was caring, and kind, and loving... and not there.

Memories came rushing back, of the time Big Mac had first seen Princess Luna. But her appearance was not one of celebration but dread. On the night of the Summer Sun Celebration, all the residents had gathered in Town Hall to witness Princess Celestia raising the solstice sun to announce the start of summer. With great fanfare, the curtains were pulled back to reveal... nothing. Princess Celestia had disappeared. Seeping forth from the shadows came an eerie blue mist, one that revealed a terrifying black alicorn clad in armor – Nightmare Moon. She had attempted to plunge the world into everlasting night.

Something caught Big Mac’s attention. Far away, on the very cusp of the eastern horizon, a change was taking place. Ever so slowly the dark of night was fading, the sky beginning to lighten. Dawn approached, and soon Celestia would raise the sun.

Ah spent all night out here, he thought. A terrible thought began to take root in Big Mac’s mind. She’s not coming. Celestia talked her out of a relationship. Or she decided that she didn’t want to be with me, my life ending long before hers. Or, it had been a mistake and she didn’t have feelings for me after all. Big Mac began to despair and hung his head low. Ah was a fool. She’s a princess of Equestria, and Ah’m just an apple farmer. She an immortal alicorn, me a simple pony. How could it ever have worked? It couldn’t have. Ah was a fool. Still he sat alone on hilltop, for there was nothing else for him to do.

The sky in the east was growing brighter now, soon it would be dawn. Finally Big Mac stood up, moving the picnic basket to the grass. He gathered up the blanket, not bothering to fold it. He crammed it between the basket and its handles before placing the now useless pack on his back. Slowly he trudged back to the farmhouse and the day of hard labor that awaited him.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's been a long time since I published a chapter of this story. But the truth it, it took an incredibly long time to write. I started it back in June of '16 and got a few hundred words in. At the end of the month I deployed to the Middle East. I expected to have some time to write, but was sorely mistaken. Working 70+ hours a week drained me, both physically and emotionally, and I found it incredibly hard to sit down and write this story. I could have pushed through, but felt the quality would have suffered. That's why most of what I published consisted of material I wrote before I deployed or short, comedic stories that were both quick and uplifting to write. Upon my return, I was afraid I lost my passion for this story. But one day I forced myself to at least try, and almost instantly the words began flowing again.

I had considered publishing Part II on a set schedule like Part I. But I wanted to do something for the one year anniversary of the start of this story. Also, I felt that getting the next chapter out there would provide even more motivation for me to publish the following chapters.

In regards to the rest of Part II, I have good news and bad news. First, I had planned to only write 3 chapters. However, I realized that there is more to tell, so right now I'm planning on a total of 7 chapters. And, even more good news, I have made good progress on Chapter 14. The bad news is that I'm having a hard time striking the right tone with Chapter 13. So I'll keep working on it, and publish it as soon as it's ready. For those of you that have been following since the beginning, thanks for waiting. For those of you reading this story for the first time, welcome and I hope you've enjoyed the story thus far.

Once again a lot of thanks to my editor, TheMajorTechie, who's been there from way back in early in 2016.

Keep Writing,

Dreadnought