Testament of Animals

The morning sun was as detestable as usual. A reminder of what the sun had brought to this world. A feign idea where solace and peace with warmth could be a justification for this madness. How could Celestia do these things to her own sister? This question plagued her mind for eons a day. The fact that she could stop time with a thought was even worse than the torture and suffering Celestia caused. How Celestia was able to find happiness in her actions and get away with them for free. There was no hope, but the suffering dulls after a while, leaving out a hunger of opportunity.

To be bested time and time again every single time. It was a maddening affair that led nowhere. Still, Princess Luna was determined.

The sun bleached her bed and allowed for awakenings that weren’t wanted. Its bright light caused Luna to almost scream. But, she knew there was no space for a day like this. Freedom from the skin being torn apart and lies of hope being told through a two-faced monster. She awoke and felt the same feeling after a long month of madness.

She looked at the sun that shines above and spat at the window the light went through. She reminisced about the dream world and its freedom. A place where none of these things could castrate her or make her feel worthless. All she wanted was to be free, but every death attempt led nowhere. Reviving after so much suffering caused a never ending painful death that led to a repeat of hopes. She was a toy to Celestia, a sentence she heard many times with each defiance being crushed down with ease.

Princess Luna went her way towards the kitchen in hopes none of Celestia’s shenanigans would ruin her scarce joy. Hopefully there would be fresh food at the table. Maybe an idea that sanity would somehow prevail at some point. All she craved was that semblance of saneness. There could be a piece of banana fresh from the soil. Maybe some mangos that didn’t have rotting flesh interspersed somehow within the fruit layers. Luna didn’t comprehend how Celestia could have fit that flesh inside without compromising the fruit. She almost was intrigued by that monstrosity. Celestia had upped her game for a thousand years. Even at the worst of times, she couldn’t believe the creativity that was made from her.

To her surprise, the royal cupboard seemed simple and clean. There was plenty to choose from a bowl of fruit snacks along with apples and hay. She had to feed her torture sow after all. Couldn’t let the poor creature get away from her duty. Isn’t that how psychopathic ponies decide on their actions?

Nevertheless, Luna took a piece of oatmeal freshly made and ate it without worry. It seemed to be Celestia’s day without any actions on her part. Still, there was-

Princess Luna felt her head get penetrated, blood shot out from her skull, juice went over her head as the hole in her crevice leaked blood. She felt a second of shock as her blood went inside the oats and sloshed within them.

She opened her eyes and saw the blood spray all over the kitchen. Celestia must have hired a marksman to shoot her. She could feel it leak out of her skull for a moment. Then, she fell asleep for a while with weakness in her head lead her to limp over.

–

She woke up, the sun had fulfilled its duty, and she was at her bed again.

“What madness has Celestia concocted now” she said while massaging her head where the wound was.

Luna went out the door and felt the same day, same hour, that was previously done. There was no escape from this was another of Celestia’s games. How tiring it was to be with this again. Another game that would lead to her own suffering. This was at least somewhat enjoyable because of the game aspect. If it was a normal game and not one with horrible head explosions.

Princess Luna walked out of the door, ready to deal with whatever came. She walked out and stopped with a leap. This suffering was never ending, and hopefully at some point, the blade of suffering will be dulled.

At some point.