The things i do for love

We talked for a while, about the outside, about what I used to be like, what it was like in here, and other things. We avoided the topic of what I did to end up in here, however. I asked her, but she told me she didn’t want to say anything about it and wiped away fresh tears. Eventually though, she had to go take care of Sugercube Corner.

“You’ll be back… Right?” I asked her, not wanting to be alone again, with myself.

“O-Of course I’ll be back. You’re one of my bestest b-best friends!” she said, and then she left. All I could do is sit in my cage and wait. And this, my friends, is where our story separates from our “hero” for the first time, as he simply sits and waits for the pink mare to visit again. Speaking of which, she should be walking into the throne room in three… two… one… now, she walked through the doors of the throne room, tears still in her eyes, and sadness weighing heavy on her heart. She couldn’t bare to look at what I had become, and was going to do the only thing she could do about it. “Princess Celestia? Can I talk to you for a moment?” yep. Talk to the princess.

“Of course Pinkie Pie, you can always talk to me. What troubles you, my little pony?” she asked Pinkie, having no clue whatsoever where this was going.

“Well… I just went to visit Christian…. And he’s so…. Not him.” she said, to which Celestia only gave her a puzzled look(which, I have to say, was kind of funny). “He can’t remember anything! He can barely talk or see, and he’s to weak to stand! This isn’t right!” she yelled, breaking down crying…

“And neither was what he did. Have you forgotten that he murdered countless ponies in cold blood, Twilight and Fluttershy among them?” she asked(cold hearted bitch… I spend to much time with rage). She was, however, disturbed by what she heard.

“No I haven’t, but this is to far! He hasn’t seen any form of light since he came here! He’s more white than your coat! you can see his ribs through his shirt, if you can even call it that! His hair is white, for Luna’s sake!” said Pinkie, still crying, her voice rising with her anger. She didn’t know how Celestia could be so cruel, even to someone like me. “He’s dieing! You have to let him go!”… oh shit, here we go.

“Pinkie, you have to understand, I am just as worried as yo-”

“No you aren’t! you don’t care what happens to him!”… Damn, she’s pissed.

“Just as worried as you, but I can not simply let him walk free, as he is still a menace to society. He was sentenced to life, and he must serve his time. I am sorry, I truly am, but that is the way it has to be.” she said, anger and sadness equal in her heart. And that’s when Luna walked in. not entirely sure why, as I can’t exactly see outside, or any clock, but she was there.

“Is something wrong, sister?” she asked, and then she saw Pinkie(still in tears) and somehow instantly understood. “Is this about our otherworldly friend? Has something happened to him?”

“YOUR SISTER IS LETTING HIM DIE IN THE DARK ALONE! THAT’S WHAT’S HAPPENING!” yelled Pinkie at the top of her lungs(I think she may have out done the royal Canterlot voice on that one, too). Luna sighed and shook her head as Pinkie explained to her the condition I was in. after a moment, she spoke again.

“Sister…. I agree with miss Pie on this matter. If he can not even remember why he is imprisoned, or the reason for his grief, then he is not the same one we sentenced to life, and thus should be released. Not to mention the possible health issues.” she said, bringing a slight laugh from Celestia,

“Coming from you who wanted his head on a pike? I’m surprised. Why the change of heart, dear sister?” she said, a smug grin on her face(not sure why).

“It was you who wanted his head, sister! Or have you forgotten the trial already?” she replied, anger in her voice, and damn near the royal Canterlot voice. “His isolation may not rival mine, but his insanity is not something we should over look as a symptom of it. I suggest we release him as soon as possible.” she said, causing Celestia to sigh heavily.

“Alright. I see there is no dissuading you sister. We will release him…” she said trailing off in thought, as Pinkie began to celebrate. “But not yet. We will release him soon, though, don’t you worry.”… god damn you Trollestia, god damn you straight to hell. “If that is all Pinkie, you may take your leave, I must think about this.” she said, standing and walking to her chambers, as Pinkie sulked out the door to go home. And now we return, fillies and gentle colts, to me, talking to myself.

“Hey…. Do you think she’ll actually come back? The last one that came to visit never did….” well that’s because you growled at her, and tried to claw her face off. “Oh… right…” well…. I’m definitely not in any fit shape to do much of anything anymore. But, for the first time in… I can’t remember how long, somepony came with food and water. They opened the gate to my cage and set the plate and the cup down in front of me. I tried to reach for them, but I could barely even lift my arms.

“Here, allow me to assist you.” said the stranger, who levitated the cup to my lips and tilted it, so I could drink. It was cold…. It was nice. My throat had been so dry for so long, that to get so much water was a miracle. I drank the entire cup in one gulp.

“Th-thank you…. So much. Whoever you are.” I said, only receiving a slight laugh in return, as something else levitated right in front of my face.

“Eat. You will feel better.” I did as I was told, and bit off a chunk of the thing that floated there. It was dry, and crunchy on the outside, but warm and soft on the inside…. It was delicious.

“What is this?” I asked when I was done with what was in my mouth, my stomach now full.

“It’s bread. Please, eat more. You need your strength, if you are going to live to see the light of day.” said the voice, but I shook my head as much as I could(which isn’t really saying anything. It was more like a wobble).

“No… I can’t. I might explode if I eat anymore.” I told them. “But thank you… for doing this for me. Who…. Who are you?”

“I am Luna. I am the sister of the night, and I am the moon.” she said, I could only look up into he bright green eyes, and smile for the first time in years.

“The moon? I hear it’s beautiful…. But I can’t see you all that well… I can‘t see anything all that well anymore…” I said, trailing off and slumping over. I was tired. I was to tired to talk anymore. As I fell asleep, I heard one more thing.

“It is… one day you will see it… one day soon.” and I heard her hum a tune as she walked away, her hooves making a clopping sound on the stone floor.