Air fills my lungs as I awake in a large crater filled with water.

The crash that I had hoped would fill my life with a merciful end now only left my body cold and damp in the sunless outside. Tia I need you; I need everypony without them I have nothing. I roll my aching form over and stare up into the once illuminated night sky and see the dim lights that are the stars, and I see them shine for only a moment before extinguishing out of existence forever. I felt an unbridled urge to simply cover my muzzle with a hoof and cry out with all the agony that I had within myself.

My throat fills with the resounding screams of a thousand years worth of anger and agony that leaves me only sore and more depressed than when I had awoken from my blissful death sleep. A thousand years is a long time; time enough for one to build not only a dense wall around oneself but also around one's memories.

Memories of our mother nursing us back to health and images of my sister playing with me on the still wild planet before our subjects came to be. All of this begins to accumulate into a bile that stings the back of my throat as the emptiness of inside of me comes to be true; a vile taste courses across my tongue as my stomach voids itself out onto the barren ground where lush grass once grew. I shirk away from the wretched smelling concoction that lay before me and look back toward the sky where more of my beautiful stars have vanished from the dark sky.

I stare at the belt of Orion and begin to walk toward the ancient pony hunter. The rage I feel still bickering back and forth with my current self-state churn inside my skull and I can feel the two wanting to escape and duel not within the confines of my minds eye, but within the waking realm for all to see. My thoughts turn to a stadium full under the moons silver light and two very different versions of me preparing for a gladiatorial wage against each other. The humorous thought seems to ease my tension as my aching body returns to its perpetual tiredness.

Returning to power and beginning the celestial cycle once against after nearly a millennium of imprisonment had taken its toll on my mind as my rate of sleep increased. So many long years trapped within the moon never able to sleep or even rest as I gazed across the planet below and was helpless to help sculpt its advancement.

But she never had to deal with tiredness. Celestia. I nearly feel my teeth crack as I grind together the upper and lower portion of my molars. SHE LEFT ME TO ROT! I can feel the anger once again flowing through my form and giving me a slight dull in my pain as my slow trot quickly transforms into a livid gallop toward Orion's Belt.

ALWAYS WAS IT OUR DEAR SISTER THAT RECEIVED PRAISE AND ADMIRATION! Never did our subject give unto us gifts of love and adoration; nor did any stallion attempt to procure our association at the gala. NO! It t'was always Celestia. Mother loved her and showed her the secrets that she always hid from our eyes, and in return what did mother do to us? She abandoned us and left Celestia in charge. All of our life we have only been pawns in our once dear sisters game of chess and now! NOW WE ARE THE KINGS DEAR SISTER!

A sharp crack snaps us from our state of hatred and silver tongued thrashing of our dear sisters name. We look down to find that I had stepped on a small bone of sort. No bigger than a small childs forehoof, and yet it hurt my eyes to stare at it and so I refused to do so. This is all Celestia's fault; is it not? The ponies are gone because our sister refused to give us our rightful place in the land; is it not? I felt like the breathe was taken from my lungs as I tripped and fell hard onto my barrel and went into a short state of shock.

I push myself up and roll over onto my back the feeling of breathe begins to fill up my chest once again as my gaze returns back to the near void of a sky above. I feel my wings twinge as I notice the lights of the ancient hunters belt begin to dim and with a blink of my eyes the left of the three vanishes. A twinge of fear returns to my beating heart as I stare up and without a moment of rest the hunter and his belt vanish in nothingness just as their brothers and sisters before them had.

I feel a chill come over the ground and curl into a ball on the barren world. My will begins to falter and I fall under my own spell; the waking world falls prey to the dream. As the waking world falls to the ether; the dream takes hold of my 'self'.

The world is still bright in my dream and in the light that shines from above ponies play happily with each other and discover new ideas. I see mountains still; as snow drifts down from their peaks the mountainous city of Canterlot comes into view and in it the very heart of unicorn kind. Upper class citizens of Equestria mingle and make their way back and forth betwixt shops and bakeries, but the most warmth from the city comes from the white marble castle settled in the north of the city. Inside lay the ruler Celestia who raises the sun, and next to her stands her faithful student Twilight Sparkle. The city seems content and as my dream continues night comes upon the land, and with it the mare in the moon shows bright upon the moons face.

Happy and content are the citizens; no happy and content is everypony with myself still locked safely away. Unable to harm a soul.

In the waking world the chill of the land begins to consume my form and as I begin to shiver I think only of the time when I made everypony happy; when I was not there.

Author's Note

I'm attempting to play around with Luna's perception of herself as she progresses down her road. The whole speaking in first then second person is not a mistake it is intended. Now I know some of you dear readers are very bright and probably figured that out, but for those of you who aren't the greatest with literary analysis there ya go. You now know that for a fact.