Bellum tyranni sol et luna Benedictus

By: ChAoS pOnY

Ex corde iusti furor nocte .

This is always the problem with building heroes. To keep them pure, we must build them stupid. The world is built on compromise and uncertainty, and such a place is too complex for heroes to flourish. BERNARD BECKETT, Genesis

Nightmare Moon was furious as she marched towards the townhall where the Summer Sun Celebration was being held. Behind her was an odd group indeed who only fueled her rage at her sister even more. The five thestral flanked her in ragged home made armor and clutching poorly made weapons. She seethed at how a people 30,000 strong had been reduced to a mere 315 pleading for their princess's aid and comfort. She had been appaled at the horrid condition they lived in, how malnourished they all had been, and seeing first hand what could only be discribed as a policy of systematic erradication of a people. She would not have even taken these five brave souls if she had not seen it in their eyes that they needed to be there with her and stand true like the warriors of old. She saw in them the precious embers of a dying fire and had wept with pride that even broken they had never yielded. By all the stars in the sky she swore to turn those embers into an inferno that would cleanse away the injustices done to them and so many others. Even if she had to tear down the entire worldand start from scratch, she would do it just to build a better world for them and all those like them. If need be she would build a world where a child could grow up without fear, hunger, or pain ever again and may the stars help anyone that got in her way.

With that, her thoughts drifted to the sleeping child floating in her magic, her whimpering in her sleep in the alley way she callled home had torn at her heart and had ignited a spark that was now burning hotter than any star had ever dared to burn. The childs night terror had only fueled her anger as she had gazed upon the failures that dared call themselves parents. How she now hungered to hunt down the father and castrate him and force him eat the very thing he hurt the poor girl with. How she longed to find the whore who called herself 'Mommy' and beat her until her wings were just as broken and useless as the girl's, before letting her feel that hot iron on her own back and broken glass shoved into her wings and left to heal wrong. How she wanted to luagh at them when they learned how simple it had been for a Goddess like her to heal the physical damage they had wrought and how easily they were replaced now that she had a Dark Princess as a real mother.

Turning, she smiled as a small horn poked out of the fillies head and as her ruined wings lost their feather as new bat wings replaced her old ones. She had thought of replacing the girl's memories and name, but no, what didn't kill her would become her strength. Instead the girl heard and dreamed of her new mother and her now longer name, Scootaloo Stellam Luna daughter of Regis Filia, Ferox Stellam Luna of the House of Noctis, Gaurdian of the Somnia Imperii, et Luna in Pastorem, Praeesset Nocti, and Bellum magistra of Imperium Equestrian. As she turn back to her march she hummed the same bellum carmina she sang to Scootaloo in her sleep.

As she marched she thought of the Changeling Parti Rhyfel that followed behind her and her thestrals. It had been just plain dumb luck she had happened upon her hen gyfaill annwyl , cydymaith frwydr, and chwaer gwaed lw Queen Chrysalis or as she prefered Brenhines Chrysalis. She had wanted to come and settle the dyled gwaed Celestia owed her after aiding Equestria in the last Griffon Wars, but a new princess, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza owed her a dyled marwolaeth after murdering her daughter and her whole hive, and she had been on her way to be paid in tristwch poen a gwaed. Nightmare Moon felt sorry for this Princess Mi Amore Cadenza because she knew that Chrysalis would wait deng mil o flynyddoedd for vengeance on any who wronged her. But she had cut off a Parti Rhyfel of 100 to aid her against her sister.

Behind the changelings was proof that for all her pretty words, her sister had spent the last thousand years making plenty of enemies who had held onto hope knowing she would return. There were Kirin Shinobe, Qilin Shaolin, buffalo Naabaahii, Griffon Ritter, Reindeer Berserkers, and Diamond Dog tappelupukari. All of them had an axe to grind and had answered her when she had called them in their dreams a week before she had been freed. But the worst was the blind, crippled, and the mentally damaged that followed them. If they needed any other proof of her sister's mercy then one look at ailments easily healed by a God or Goddess in a single night told them how much of a lie her peace and harmony really was. After her and dear sister had a little talk there were going to a lot less statues in the garden and a lot more Gods to fix her mistakes. She might even free Him if he behaved enough... But problely not.

As she saw the doors of town hall come into veiw and heard the music inside start up, she couldn't help but smile as she reached out and dragged the moon in front of the sun while her sister was distracted with the sun. She couldn't wait to see her face as she saw how dark it still was. This was going to be so much better than locking her up in the sun. This was her moment to yank the blinders from her ponies eyes and destroying her perfect image in front of them. Luna Ovantem indeed.

Author's Note

Fifty points to who ever can figure out all the inspirations for each species/cultures and the lanuages. Another fifty for making it this far. And just for fun 100 points if you can guess whose getting punched in the mouth first... hint: princesses don't count.