The Lunar Revolution

The Lunar Revolution

By: Kuroyami Fukaikuro

I don’t own anything ‘cept the story and OC’s.

A/N: So, it’s time for the negotiations to begin! Also, DRAMA WARNING! And I’m trying to get my fics to be more anatomically accurate. This is just a taste of what’s coming.

Chapter Four: Negotiations and Nightmares

“Thank you for agreeing to negotiate, Nightmare. I do hope you realize what good will come of a successful partnership.”

“So Chrysalis, if you aid us in overthrowing Celestia, what do you hope to gain?” Regent asked her. Regent, in fact, did most of the talking, since Nightmare Moon was more of a battlefield general and not much of a politician. In fact, her whole reason for being there was to sign whatever agreement they came upon.

“I get to see that worthless, gullible princess squirm and suffer… And when you kill Shining Armor and Princess Cadence, I demand to be the one that takes their lives.”

“That seems reasonable.”

“I also hope that we can make Changelings socially acceptable in the post-war society.”

“That… might be less easily done. Changelings are still looked down on, even in our faction. Aiding us in the war will improve your image with our troops, but if we lose, you and your kind will be hated even more by the Empire. Are you willing to accept that risk?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” She paused and stared seriously at Regent, before continuing. “You know, with a war going on, Love isn’t exactly common. My people had begun to starve… but then we learned how to consume hate. And while it’s more than common, it’s not as filling as love… but you,” she said, still staring at Regent, “you have enough hate within you to feed every changeling comfortably for the next ten years. I don’t know who you hate, which is strange because I can usually tell who people have such strong emotions about, but they must have done something terrible to you.”

Regent’s face was eerily calm as he replied, “I’m a calm collective person. Therefore I won’t kill you for what you said. And the reason you don’t know who I hate…”

Nightmare nonchalantly glanced at him, thinking about his drive to fight Twilight and wondering if it really was her that he hated. Knowing him, she doubted that the answer was that obvious.

“It’s because I don’t want you to know who I hate.”

Chrysalis replied, “That you don’t want me to know should have no effect on my power.”

“There are some spells that even you and Celestia don’t know.”

“Dodging the question… But since it was you that requested a treaty, I doubt that you hate me, and I’m fine knowing that you won’t try to kill me in my sleep.”

Regent silently passed her the treaty and stared intently at her signature, and her signature technique. He did the same when Nightmare signed.

“Um, Regent, why are you staring at our hands?” Nightmare asked.

“In case I have to forge your signatures.”

“You better not.”

“I won’t, as long as this campaign works my way, to my benefit.”

“You don’t care if we succeed?”

“You misunderstand. I want Celestia dead as much as you do, it’s just that I have a personal crusade to deal with. And if this campaign goes in a different direction, then so do I.”

“So what you’re saying is that the only reason you’re here is because we’re helping you, instead of the other way around?”

“Yes.” He replied bluntly.

Chrysalis tutted. (You know, ‘tut tut’) “You better get your subordinates under control, Moon. All my people adore me.”

“Wouldn’t have to go through this if you hadn’t played around and just killed Cadenza like we planned.” This brought upon angry staring from both sides.

“DON’T bring that up,” Regent said, “it’s the whole reason we had to re-forge this treaty.”

After growling slightly, they both calmed down. “It’s not like you could take me,” Chrysalis said.

“Wanna try me?” Nightmare asked.

It looks like their back to their original status as friendly rivals. Good, because that’s necessary for this to work. But Chrysalis needs to be taught something…

After shaking hands, Nightmare turned into smoke and wisped herself away. “Show off,” Chrysalis said. But as she headed for the open door, it suddenly shut. “What the-” she turned towards Regent. “What are you doin-” she was silenced by his rather unstable aura.

“While it’s part of my plan to have you as an ally, you revealed more than I wanted to be revealed at this point in time. Actually, you revealed more than I planned to reveal at all. We all have our secrets, ‘Chrissy’, but mine are more important than past relationships.”

“Wha- how do you know about-” she was silenced by the look on his face.

“I know lots of things. For example, I know that you’re not going to remember my hatred. And also, you’re going to remember that I am NOT a ‘subordinate’. I don’t work for Nightmare, I work with Nightmare. And I am much, much more powerful than everyone in this building working against me. But you won’t remember that part.”

Chrysalis’ vision darkened…

Another Flashback/Dream Thing

Salvatrice ran across the hanging walkway and towards an Empire soldier. She ducked under his slash and sliced the tendons in his knees, causing him to fall to the ground and land on another soldier.

“Okay,” Regent’s voice said in her mind through their magical mental connection, “head across the north bridge and help Atsuko wipe out the magicians. Ezekiel and Xenophon are guarding the armory. Rune and I are guarding the food and supplies. After you help Atsuko, go and help Ezekiel and Xenophon, then help us clean up.”

“Affirmative,” she replied. She jumped across a shortcut to where Atsuko was. She shielded her with her magic, occasionally helping her throw potions, until the Head Magician was the last one. She walked out of her cover and went against him face to face. “Help Ezekiel and Xenophon,” she told Atsuko, “I got it here.” Regent would fight you one on one… so I’ll do the same. She dodged his blasts of magic and he blocked hers. This went on until she got close, which is when she pulled out her twin blades and extended the length with magic. She stabbed at him, and the magic covering allowed the blades to pierce through his force-field, and her skin got a slight burn as he reformed the force-field, but he didn’t do it fast enough- her blade pierced his stomach, and she flicked the blade upwards, tearing through his intestines. The blade was covered in blood when she ripped it out of his still standing body, and she began to walk away.

“Hey Salvatrice,” Ezekiel said, “go check on Rune and Regent. We haven’t heard from them in a while, and we’re worried that protecting Rune’s inexperienced ass got them both killed. I heard that they brought in Silverstar for this one.”

“Got it.” Was her reply. She ran and jumped across a gap, before using her magic to soar and not need to land. She effortlessly killed the random survivor on her way. She landed at the food storage section and opened the door. She gasped at the sight- not Silverstar standing over their dead bodies, but much, much worse.

Rune was kissing Regent.

…

The Present

Salvatrice awoke with a start. Her face was racked with sweat, and she was breathing heavily. She forced him into it. Took him by surprise. That’s what Regent said. She felt something wet, and looked at her bed. Her dream thrashes had caused her flower vase to fall. I’m not sleeping in this. She got out of her bed and magically removed the water from the bed and put it and the flowers back in the- broken vase. “Great, just great.” She said. She put the water down the drain and left the flowers on the counter of her sink. She couldn’t get all of the water out of the bed unfortunately, and needed another place to sleep. “There’s always one place I can go.”

She left the room and walked down the hallway. As she did, she recounted some of the magic techniques she had learned that afternoon and thought about how if she knew them back then, back on that day, how much easier it would have been. I could have just pierced him with the magic javelin. She stopped thinking when she reached the door she needed.

She entered Regent’s room.

Regent’s bed was directly in the middle, so that, tactically speaking, he could roll in any direction and receive instant cover. He slept ridiculously. His left leg hung off the edge at the knee, his head was tilted (and drooling), his left arm had somehow found itself under his back, and his right leg was curled over his left knee. But there was one important part. Like usual, his right arm was perpendicular to his torso, as if to cushion someone. She smiled before approaching from his right side, lying down, and resting her head on his bicep. Like she knew he would, his body instantly moved to contour (I think that’s the right word) to her body. They connected like puzzle pieces, until they looked like one single being. Her left hand held his right, and his left curled around her waist. His knees touched the back of hers, and his breathing tickled her neck.

“And that’s why I love you,” she whispered, smiling.

…

Two hours after she fell asleep, Regent continued staring at the back of Salvatrice’s head. Even after years together, she still didn’t notice that he was a very light sleeper. He had been awake since she stepped on the landing outside his room. He knew that she loved him, even before she whispered it. And he knew that her recurring nightma- er, bad dream was that moment- when Rune jumped and kissed him in excitement after her first kill. He knew she saw that. He heard her open the door. But even after explaining, their relationship since had been rather rocky. And they hadn’t even kissed or anything. Rune had stolen his first. He sighed quietly. He had a feeling that she knew how he felt. But he had never said it, even before.

But since she had gone ahead and said it first, he would follow up and do his part.

“I love you, too.” He said.

End of Chapter Four.

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A/N: So, how was it? Next time, the Mane Six get significant positions.