Mille Nox Noctis

0 AB

I had been prepared for hate. I had been prepared for sorrow.

But not this. Sweet Stars, not this.

Mercy. Over my corrupted black feathers and coat, Mercy and understanding flowed like rivers.

I had murdered every one of your supporters I had been able to, dancing on their very blood to draw you out of hiding. I killed the only lover you had ever known. I wrung the life from Starswirl with my magic.

I made him beg for his life, then for the pain to stop.

I had been sure the elements could not be wielded by one alone, but I was wrong.

I had been sure of my power over anything you could wield, but again I was wrong.

I couldn't perform magic, my millennia of combat training and expertise vanished, and I was a foal for a moment.

You could have said anything in that moment, Celestia. You could have conveyed books of information to me, but you choose two words. Words I cannot comprehend.

I'm Sorry.

My rage burns through me like a river tearing through dams that stood as nothing but paper before it.

I blast the very surface of my dear moon with raw power, the only thing I could attack with my anger being my own soul.

The craters were not enough. I needed to show you, I needed to make sure you knew that I was not sorry, that you were not forgiven.

Even as I took my rage and turned it into a sign of my rebellion, tears pour from my eyes, only to evaporate into the cold of space.

My own visage carved crater by crater into the surface of my very soul to show you, I live. You have not won. You will never win against me, Sister. For I am your shadow.

Even the sun has a shadow.

If only I could believe this a dream, if only I could tell myself that I still had my power, but i feel the Moon shifting below me, responding to your whim, obeying your commands.

How sick it makes me feel.

1 AB

I have called out to you.

You did not answer.

I pleaded and begged, prostrating myself before your great sun with bitterness in my heart.

But you remain silent.

Surely you hear me, I am your sister. We once talked mind to mind with the ease of breath.

Though I have gone without a single breath for a year now on this airless rock.

I count the days by watching the world spin, picking out the lights of Canterlot even from the dark bowels of space.

Have you buried the dead in this short time? Have you resumed your royal duties?

I cant help but wonder if you would dare give yourself the title I had so violently fought for.

Queen of Equestria.

My eternal night would have been beautiful. I know that you precious ponies would have wanted it if they knew how sheltered they were by your ignorance.

Have you buried your precious Starswirl? I pray his image haunts you. I sleep easy here upon my moon.

I lie.

Even to myself, which is commendable, being the self proclaimed princess of lies.

I have not slept.

Is this part of the curse sister? shall I spend a thousand years awake, simply to watch the world turn?

I would let it freeze in a heartbeat.

So many came to me with concerns of agriculture and begging for my mercy, but they didn't understand, none understand my pain.

For my pain is that of a being cursed to be alone, even when surrounded by thousands. I wanted them all to perish Celestia.

I wanted the last thing for your little ponies to see, to have been my night.

2 AB

You must hear me.

I will whisper my hatred and scorn to you every night until you fall.

I laid great plans before I assaulted Canterlot, my legions of troops, my elite Lunar Guard will be attacking your precious city soon. Even if I am trapped up here, I will watch your city burn tonight, its lights going out forever. Victory will be mine.

I watched all night, waiting to finish this entry.

Canterlot is untouched.

What could have happened? How could you have survived such a brutal assault?

Under the rally of my moon, my troops should have decimated yours!

I saw not a single change to the city you prided yourself in creating, and in my frustration I hurled a rock from the moon at your city, hoping beyond my own knowledge that somehow it would strike you down.

The streak of burning detritus did not make it half that far.

I am sure you laughed at my attempt, pointing it out to your little ponies and having them wish upon it like some sort of candle.

If only they knew this rage, If only I could burn them myself.

The cold fire of my heart will never fade.

Nightmare Moon will be remembered, forever.

3AB

These days I simply watch.

Three years.

How could you abandon me like this, sister?

How could you be so cruel?

You know I begged for death. My ultimate weapon was that I was so sick of being alone, I would have readily become a martyr for my cause.

But you, the only thing which could destroy a thing like me, had to show mercy.

I have tried to fling myself from my moon, to crash violently to the ground in a comet of blood and fire, but I have no air to push at with my wings.

You have robbed me of even flight.

I still cannot sleep. I always slept during your days, scorning them it seems led to a dependence on them.

Now my very rest, which would have allowed an escape from my own thoughts, has been taken from me.

My advisers told me of a great myth, the myth of Invictus Sol.

I thought I was fighting Invictus, that a great rage would burn through me and end this pathetic existence.

How could I have ever believed you capable of such a thing? You are far too weak. That is your only weakness in fact, your mercy. I will break you using it, as soon as I escape this prison.

4 AB

I have withdrawn to the dark side of the moon, where I cannot see your planet.

It has truly become yours, has it not? I can certainly lay no claim to it, and your ponies simply inhabit its surface, like a plague.

Your Planet.

Your Equestria.

Your New Capital.

Your Sun.

Your Moon.

I would destroy it if I could, just to keep your hooves off it.

I have finally found sleep.

In the darkest of the craters on the dark side of the moon, I cried myself to sleep.

I cry for what I have lost, nothing more.

For I have lost it all.