Foiled

Foiled

Written By Steve Ott

Luna

Hate. Hate was all I felt for a while. I held an extreme dislike for that emotion. It only caused problems in the long run. In the short run however, it was obscenely satisfying in the short run. It actually kind of scared me. Then my hate would resurface and push my inhibitions down below. That was when the voices started.

You don't have to feel this way

I cocked my head, surprised at the sound of the somewhat soothing voice. It was as if it could truly understand me. I responded, "I don't?"

Of course you don't, you are a princess. I can help you

"How?" I questioned, not sure if what was happening was real.

I can give you power, power that you deserve.

I smiled as I began to approach the origin of the voice. Suddenly I paused, gears in my mind turning. I heard this voice before. It was a voice I had hoped to never hear again. "Nightmare."

Missed me

"You're a roach," I spat angrily.

It's only a matter of time before you come running back to me. You know you can't live without me.

"Begone you demon! You are nit welcome here anymore," I declared angrily. I waited with baited breath for a response which never came. That was when a song came to my head. I smiled, this time genuine, as the lyrics slowly came to me.

"I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head," I began

Celestia

Guilt racked my as I approached my little sister's door. My mind raced through the events of earlier that day, my outburst and the crushed psyche of my sister. It wasn't until later when I calmed down that I realized my mistake. And now here I was, hoping that my darkest dreams aren't coming true.

Then I heard singing coming from Luna's room. Luna had a rather masculine singing voice for a mare, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Tears threatened to cascade down as I listen to what my little sister was singing about. It was then I realized what my sister was truly feeling.

Before I knew it, Luna stopped singing. Composing myself, I let myself in.

"Luna, I just want you to know, I'm sorry."

I waited for a response only to receive a crushing hug.

"I'm sorry too sister."

It was then I knew everything was going to be alright.