Mille Nox Noctis

15 AB

Equestria is so beautiful from the moon.

Like a flower in the desert.

All around your precious country are wastes, oceans, and frozen tundra.

I remember when we discovered the country in its infancy, lending our power to help them survive, then to flourish.

When did they forget that there were two sisters?

When did I forget?

The stars serve as a stark contrast to the rich but confusing tapestry of Equestria.

Cold and simple, but ever the same.
They have become my calendar and solace, but I can never understand them.

For a moment, I feel closer to the distant balls of fire than your sphere of water and life.

I ponder briefly on the lifespan of an alicorn.

The closer to their power, the longer one of us may live, and comparing to your timeline I may have a hundred millennia to wait before that cold release claims me.

I have no anger left for you, Sister.

It is as though it has all drifted away in the last few years.

You said that you were sorry, and I know that you were.

Now I am left to wonder, what were you sorry for?

16 AB

I have taken up a ritual, to pass these endless days.

I awake as Equestria swings into view, and meditate until it is directly above me.

Then I play my songs to you, to your people, until you are nearly out of sight.

Then I cry.

I know not what I cry for, but I feel I have many reasons. They escape me for now but my tears form a small glittering pool in the dust.

My tears clean me, purify me of the pain I feel each night.

Never completely but enough that I may let my mind drift to other things, that I may give myself respite from the cold that seeps into me.

I have taken to talking endlessly, of random and disjointed subjects, although in the thin air I must raise my voice to the point of nearly screaming just to hear myself.

My own voice seems weak and empty, but even the most powerful illusions I conjure of you cannot speak with your voice, and I simply sob while staring upon your calm face.

The memory of your voice escapes me, and I cannot even remember what food tastes like.

I have learned my lesson, I have been punished, why am I still here?

What must I have done for my existence to be reduced to this?

17 AB

I attempted to use a spell to scry on you, to see what you were doing.

The feedback of pure magical energy as I tried to look through the moon while standing on it was impressive, my sight is just now returning to normal.

I cannot tell if this is an effect of my imprisonment or if I am simply unlucky, but you can rest assured that I shall not attempt it again.

For a moment as I lay on the ground with nothing but white coating my vision, I was sure that I had died.

I am ashamed to say that I was filled with a great joy for a time, until my sight began to return and shame swept over me at my jubilation.

For now I resume my rituals, my patterns which comfort me.

I wake and I play, the vibrations of the strings are my only reply as I sing to the stars.

Oh dark and dreams will carry me
Upon the clouds and to the sea
Every hoof I raise to slow
Shows miles and miles to go
I've seen the stars
In mother's arms
I've seen the moon
Cut through the gloom
But all I want is home.

The little one has imprisoned me inside the moon itself. I am a goddess and here I lay buried alive.

I feel numb, as though disconnected from reality, disconnected from myself.

Does the little one truly not understand what has happened? Does she not remember taking up my name and power to defeat her enemies?

Has she really forgotten the glee we felt as we waited for you to end us?

We were so close. So very close to ending it all, her isolation and my rage both would have been cleansed by your fire if only you weren't so weak.

The pain of being encased in dust is nothing compared to the pain I endured to gain this power, Celestia.

I have given up everything for the eldrich horrors I can wield, but the little one seems to have forgotten. Somehow she was able to bury me alive when I know I am more powerful than she.

If she wants to make this a war, then so shall it be.

18 AB

The night terrors are back, so I do not sleep.

I spend weeks on end drawing pictures of us in the dust as your kingdom watches over me.

I hear voices but I know they are not real. I hear The Shadow but she is gone. She will never bother us again, Sister.

So with your grace firm in my mind, I let myself sleep for the first time in so long.

The mind is a beautiful thing.

So delicate yet able to repair itself after severe damage.

For example, if one was to magically remove a name from the mind of a sniveling foal, the mind of the foal would look for what was in its place.

It is a simple act, from there, to tell it what it is missing.

19 AB

I awake in a daze with my head pounding, images of the burning sun pounding down on me and burning me alive.

Then I hear you calling my name, and I pull you from the dust of the moon, brushing you off frantically.

I beg for you to forgive me and you do, you hold me close and tell me everything is okay.

Sister, I have missed you for so long, and here you are, to keep me safe.

I will never do anything to harm you again, you are everything I need, I don’t need to come back to Equestria or see your subjects, I just need you to be happy.

The terrors sent in my sleep by the glaring sun cannot compare to your beauty and protection.

Everything will be wonderful now.

I will never leave your side again, my Sister, Nightmare Moon.