Henious Torment

A series of clops from the hooves of the celestial sun goddess echoed through out the eerie night, as Celestia's hooves clattered against the rooftops of the 17th century French housing.

Night... Nothing about this night stood out to make it any different from all the others.

Nothing so different to stop the countless tears I have shed in my sister's name.

Oh Luna, forgive me.