Author's Note

This is simply a test to see how much interest there might be for this kind of story. I plan on seeing it to completion regardless of interest, but it will determine how to divide my attention up between my other stories.

The chapters will be much longer than the prologue averaging around 5k if not more.

Criticism and questions are welcomed.

Prologue

The sun was bright as it rose over the mountain range known as the Great Crystal Barrier, the crystal embedded into its very stone shined in a dazzling array of colors that could have been thousands of unicorn horns flaring up from a distance. The fire orb was here to bring about the warmth and light needed to start a new day, and chase away the unwanted elements that plagued ponykind in the silent darkness called night.

To be this far north was reserved only for the desperate fleeing the constraints of a growing civilization, or were prone to the ways of their ancestors by taking that great migratory path fused into their very genetics. Yet, as in nature there are always mutations, and standing in a shallow outcropping watching the sun as it dominated the entirety of the sky stood a solitary figure of two legs, and two arms.

The white sheets of her eyes dared not look directly into the death orb, but followed behind it so she could always know where her hated enemy was, and after watching yet another sunrise the abnormal creature brushed aside loose strands of her long snow white hair so they laid behind her shoulder. It has been nearly two weeks since receiving her mission, and by her estimates would be another four to traverse the wasteland that covered the expanse between these mountains to the enormous city that was her destination.

“Damn you Celestia…” she slammed a fist against the rocky wall and barely flinched from the pain, her hatred for that damned pony was enough to overcome any pain she might feel.

Like the sun abusing its other half, Celesita called the Chosen of the Moon to once again dirty her hands so her hooves could remain clean of sin- this time it was regicide.

The current crowns of this Crystal Empire were doing too good, and the perfect sun feared a resurgence of the Empire might be possible, thus it was time to send the Blood Moon their way. The creature would meet up with the pony that would replace the royals after the deed was done, backed by Celestia to speed up the transition. Thankfully there was no time limit for this mission as long as it didn’t get linked back to Equestria, meaning she had time to enjoy the world this time before her expulsion back into that fiery place called Tartarus.

With the sun having secured its position by chasing away the lowly moon, the creature decided it was time to press on with her journey. Briefly retreating into the small cave to retrieve her damaged sword, a shattered blade that consisted of a worn leather grip, and a hook design split in half as the blade began to curve; this blade was ancient by her standards and could be repaired if the right materials could be found, but she highly doubted her summoner would allot the time needed. After all, Celestia couldn’t risk being discovered for the psychopath she was, right?

By her own trial and error( with the moon’s blessings) she could restore the blade by siphoning some of the moon's energy into the handle, and forcing it to hold its shape. An ability she never even considered until being summoned to this vile land of ponies and magic.

But not all things about this land were so terrible.

In a twist of fate, she had found her life prolonged as the magic keeping her bound here had consumed everything about her, until the fear of being dependent on this lands magic clouded her mind. If a way to Runeterra was ever discovered, it meant she would still be stuck here for the magics of her world were far less potent than the ones of Equestria, and by a miracle or another curse she had been accepted by Equestria's magic.

With ruined blade in hand, she turned to the wall and with childish glee carved her name into it as a way to leave her mark on the world for whenever Celestia decided her services were no longer needed. It had been a great fear in the early decades, but like everything it fell by the waste side into a familiarity brought on by the understanding who her summoner was, The lying Sun, and with that realization, the creature knew her place in this grand scheme and how to play it.

“It's a slow game, but when has the Moon and Sun played anything but?”

With the final jab into the mountain side, she finished inscribing her name into its crystal surface and allowed one of the few smiles she ever showed pencil itself onto her pale face- her name would live on. It was petty for a woman of her caliber, but these past centuries were hard on her and she quickly learned to take what victories she could get.

With nothing tying her to this place anymore, the creature of two arms and two legs left her outcropping and stepped into the burning sun once again, leaving nothing but the name ‘DIANA’ carved into the wall. The only evidence of any habitation, and one of hundreds such examples littered around the world.

Satisfied, Diana peered over the edge before glancing to her left and right to reestablish her bearings. Up to her right was a ledge just spacious enough to grip, and with a bit of her own growing magic, she threw a small fist full over to mark it.

“Lunar Rush…” she whispered the name she had given this particular spell.

The name served no purpose than to satisfy the belief she was casting magic. The result was the same regardless, for in the blink of an eye her body was encompassed with a faint magic, and was thrown toward the space she had marked before. As she broke the barrier surrounding her, Diana skillfully grabbed the ledge as she began falling, hitting the mountain with a loud ‘thud’.

She nearly lost her grip at first, but centuries of physical strain had conditioned her body for many challenges of this world, and with little effort pulled herself onto the ledge. There was no rush, so Diana didn’t use her Lunar Rush ability anymore in favor of climbing the mountain naturally for the simple challenge and thrill of it. This cost her another two days to reach the summit, and was thankful for the bulker clothes made out of pony fur (she didn’t ask how) and magic enhanced body keeping her warm for the majority of the climb since even the sun had no control over this natural barrier.

“For all you might, you can’t subdue everything.” Diana gleefully noted as she stood on the summit of this particular mountain.

The simple understanding not even the sun could tame this mighty landmark lifted her spirits for the rest of the day, allowing her to temporarily forget she would be once more doing the Sun’s bidding yet again. There was no changing it since Diana was bound to do so as her ‘summoner’ commanded it, but even that hold over her wouldn’t last forever.

Diana was buying her time, and with every task given to her it meant she would get a little more stronger as her nemesis slowly grew more complacent. It was only a matter of time until this alliance reached its end, and then the world would see who was the strongest.

The Lying Sun, or the Cruel Moon.