Monody of a Nightmare

As she stalks towards her broken and battered sister, her sinister grin widens, the corners of her lips curling upwards into an expression of crazed euphoria. Her wings flare out, horn glowing with the blackest of arcana as she prepares to blast her sister into a thousand motes of dust that shall never see the light again, of the sun nor moon.

Against all odds, however, the celestial princess raises her head, tears shimmering in her bloodshot eyes. "Oh, dear sister. I am sorry, but you have given me no choice but to use these..." A weak, sputtering golden shimmer surrounds her horn as six jewels shakily rise to hover around it, a shield of energy forming slowly at first, then rapidly solidifying into an impenetrable barrier as the low thrum of powerful, ancient magic accompanies it.

Nightmare Moon's heart stops.

'No. Surely those aren't-'

It probably should have hurt, when she'd been sent to the moon, but the Elements had had enough kindness, it seems, to have sent her consciousness into oblivion when she'd been blown apart before being resolidified upon Luna's surface.

Her very soul jitters at the feeling of coming into direct contact with her other half in over so many millennia that neither of them can really properly recall.

Nightmare Moon opens her eyes.

All that greets her slitted gaze is grey, dust, and grey dust.

The overpowering sensation of suction encompasses her entire being, and tiny droplets of plasma and blood begin to drift away from her body as she stands there, frozen in shock.

It doesn't last long, as soon, an overpowering rage floods her veins in the form of molten lava and adrenaline. Fury and hatred and a desire to end her sister's life which is not wholly unfamiliar to her, but has never been quite so powerful are the only things that she knows.

She can't quite tell which one's responsible for the tightness in her chest: The vacuum of her surroundings or her emotions.

Specks of black blot out large parts of her vision before it returns to its vague fuzziness, blood freezing into crystals immediately upon contact with the cold vacuum of space before they float away from her as she thrashes and howls.

Luna says something to her, as she shrieks silently into the blackness of outer space, fangs gnashing and her face red with fury and rapidly bursting blood vessels. The lunar planet's insistent voice is but a distant whisper in The Nightmare's mind. More dots float in and out of her vision, slowly at first and then faster and faster as the water in her body continues to be drawn out from within her, but the sheer outrage surging through her veins is more than enough to mask the tight iron bands of oxygen deprivation bound around her barrel and the sharp spots of pain as her flesh bursts in several places.