Luna's Dark Heart

Chapter One
Grief and Memories

Darkness filled my dreams and the voices of the past continued to be my only comfort in this dark world; each hour seems a life time and I only pray that I will again see the wonder of light. Warm is this black that covers the earth in sack cloth. Days turn to weeks and water is low as I feel my health start to fail; food ran out two days ago and I have since started to feel lighter as though I could simply jump and fly away from this black hell that has befallen me. No sound comes from the outside and only silence fills my lungs for my only fear is that should I release my screams of agony and terror; then and only then shall the darkness know I am alive and seek me out to rectify this.

Friends and loved ones no longer seem important all in my mind in dark and silent now with the globe now dead. I try and remember any memory of happiness that once filled my life with joy and yet no single aspect of these realities hold a candle to what is presented in front of me. In my head the one thing that continues to come out of the darkest crevices of my mind are two words. “I exist,” still my head repeats this even when I know not if it is true.

As I pace forth in my space of the dark I see what I believed to be a myth now; light shown from some source outside my own area of movement. For the first time in oh so many long moons I heard something. Noise shook my fragile ear drums as the long silence was broken and once more did the voice of the world cry out in unison, but then it stopped. The impossible light faded and disappeared into the vast nothingness just as quickly as it has appeared.

I can feel my mind start to slip in and out of reality and with my mind so do my memories start to vanish. The memories of my sister and her flowing hair that shined each morning as she brought out the sun and even old memories of our mother with her dark red mane teaching us all she knew before she vanished. My own name seems to be missing in this collage of worldly ideas and is replaced with a simple orb of white light within my head. The moon which had always been bright even in the darkness of night was always a reminder of a dark past for me but now that darkness was nothing in comparison.

All of this I had caused for in my heart I had wanted nothing but love from everyone, but instead I received only fear and hate. My sister tried to comfort me but what she said could not slow the sting of pain I felt. Even from the beginning everyone had loved her more it was always Tia this and Tia that well what about me. What about Luna; and at that moment I remembered it. My name it’s Luna; I was the sister of Celestia and the co-ruler of Equestria. But, now it was all gone because in my pain I had brought doom on this world by using my power to bring the moon to the world and destroyed all.

I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes and soon streams of them poured down my face. There I sat simply in silent tears my thoughts filled with the faces of the countless ponies that I had robbed of life. Maybe if Tia had simply kept me on the moon none of this would ever have happened; the moon would be a better place for me at least there I couldn't hurt anypony.

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity I left the confines of my chamber and started on my way out into the hallway of the castle. Even in the pure darkness I could make out rubble and the forms of what were once palace guards; now however they were mere shells the used to host brave souls. I trot forward not wanting to glance at what I had caused, but not allowing myself any bit of a chance at forgetting anything. The palace floors echo with the clop of my hooves against the cold stone floor as I head toward the palace throne room in hopes of finding something.

The darkness closes around me closer and closer the farther I get away from my chambers and I feel as though I am not alone in this pitch black aura. My only guess is that the souls of the ponies who passed on are watching me and judging my actions; trying to see if I deserve to find any happiness.

If only I had told her how I felt. If only I hadn't given in to my anger and brought about armageddon; the darkness blinds even as I try to leave this foul memory infested ruin and I find myself finally alone as even the spirits that sought my downfall have given up and left. My magic is gone and even without the moon the outside world will never be dark enough to blind me of the carnage I have wrought.

This fumbling about within the dark brings me no greater pain than it would in the outside world; more would I smile if only to plunge from the heights down to ground and finally be free from these shackles that hold my lost form here. Finally it comes to this as I find the large hole in the castles wall and leap from its great heights in hopes that no angel will lower me slowly, nor will any demon drag me down faster. Only do I wish to be free and endear no more this nightmarish world of eternal night.

I let my weight fall from the ledge and my decent slows to a stop; yet I feel not ground under hoof and no relief comes from my escape. Reflex has brought me flight over the dark landscape and now outside I see the desolation that has been brought on by my mistakes. The air has no smell and yet I would fear to know what a world of death is when breathed in. Can it be more foul than that of a pony roasted alive by a hungry dragon? Or is it a smell that gives death to even those who would dare breath in the intoxication that would befall its victims.

Canterlot the once royal capital lay before my outstretched wings as nothingness; the ground bear of structure and the wild life gone long before the building. No bones, no screams, no smell; what can I find left here other than nothingness?

I shut my eyes and fall into a dive hoping that whatever I might hit will finally give mercy to me.