Mille Nox Noctis

5 AB

I just noticed tonight as the light across Equestria faded, there is a forest spreading where our castle once stood.

The only sign of our join rule has been reduced to a green swath across your nation.

How easy it must be for you to forget me.

I have forgotten myself, after all.

My name is Nightmare Moon, I have lost my other name, and have no desire to resume such a weak moniker.

I have become a pastel grey, coated in the dust of my precious moon.

You cannot take my moon from me, I am part of it.

You cannot take my rage, it is all I have left.

I feel heavy, weighed down by the years I have spent aflame by fury.

My eyes have no tears left to shed.

The rocks around me are as steadfast and simple as the day I arrived.

I am as cold as I have ever been.

The fire sputters in my heart.

What is there left to fuel it?

Even the last signs of my existence have been purged from your land.

My visage on this great orb is the only proof I have ever existed.

6 AB

I awoke from a brief nap, and I did not recognize my own hoof.

I am so small, when did I lose so much more of my power?

This pastel blue mane mocks me, makes me seem a foal when i have lived for longer than any living thing.

Except you of course, Celestia.

I thought you would come to me today, I felt warmth I have not felt in so very long.

But of course you did not appear. I do not deserve an audience with the Queen.

There is movement on my Moon.

Something is here. I am afraid.

7 AB

She talks with my voice, sister.

But a scratchy, dark undertone as though choking on the dust that coats her.

I thought she was just my shadow, that I could ignore her since I did not feel another presence on my Moon, but she soon began to speak.

Without air to breathe, she speaks.

She talks with my voice of treason, of terrible deeds that she has done in my name, that We have done.

She says that We have done so much, that my shadow and I have murdered and hurt beyond comprehension, and I don't understand.

She speaks of our imprisonment upon our moon, but I do not understand.

This is my home, this is where I belong, how could I be imprisoned?

She speaks of our triumphs but I do not understand, I have never spoken to my shadow before.

Oh sister, I am sure this will all be sorted out when I see you.

I will simply wait until you come back from wherever you have gone.

The dark shadow watches me with disgust.

8AB

The darkness has always been my solitude, my refuge in the world, where I could go to think, to live without pain.

The darkness haunts me now.

She whispers death itself into my ears, she tells me of horrors that I can somehow see as though remembering them.

She tells me of your dear Starswirl, of his death.

This could not be so, sister.

Nopony could possibly have harmed your dearest companion, and my many talks with him into the early hours of the morning are memories I will hold dear until the end of time.

I feel torn Celestia.

I feel a great sickness, as though I had tried to lift something too mighty with my magic.

As though the fabric of reality around me is buckling.

Something is wrong, but the lush sphere and your sun turn serenely above me.

Your calm demeanor always comforted me.

Even when I teased you and called you the ice queen or the statue of my sister, your polite laugh and calm response soothed me.

Why do I feel anger welling up as I remember you, as though tasting a sour brew, I feel so sick Tia.

The Foal fights me.

I am of her mind and soul and yet she fights me.

How can this be? I am her!

I am your sister, I am the princess of the moon!

Yet I float ethereal in the darkness, watching her.

When did our minds diverge?

When did her thoughts stray so far from my own as to isolate her?

Regardless she is weak.

Her thoughts of you desperate and sugar coated as though she can sense the truth even as I whisper it into her ear.

I feel as though I have been left out in the rain, my substance gone.

It sits in front of me crying out to you. Pathetic.

9 AB

The shadow introduced itself to me today.

After several years of whispering lies in my ear I suppose it finally decided to be civil.

It calls itself The Nightmare.

Awefully pretentious I think, very dramatic considering that I am the princess of the night and dreams themselves.

It seems to know who I am but does not bow or call me by any other name than "Little one."

Which is quite insulting considering it is hardly a whisp of smoke and I am an alicorn.

It claims to have known me for a long time, which would not be hard as I was a public figure back in Canterlot.

Oh Canterlot, like a star on a tapestry our city shines above me, a beacon of hope to all of Equestria.

Whenever I reminisce The Nightmare becomes agitated, and I feel sick again.

The wrenching feeling is stronger the closer I am to Nightmare, so I have taken to leaving it next to the large rock I have begun calling home, and strolling across the silvery surface of my moon.

As I walk I remember the Nightmare being more than a whisp, a full alicorn in shining black and dark blue, but something has changed.

I feel as though I have missed a great deal, but know not where to look for answers.

The Nightmare must be lying, and I cannot leave the moon but feel no drive to do so anyway.

The Nightmare is back, and she smiles.

A wicked grin with fangs and golden eyes filled with hate.

I am afraid sister, Help me.

Yes sister, help her.

I wonder how much pain I can cause to the little one, before you come to her aid.