Happy Prankday!

(Luna's Birthday)

From the day of her imprisonment to today's date, Luna had been isolated for society for a little over two years, but that didn't stop her from assuming her role as the princess of the moon. Though, it had taken time, effort, a choreographed dance number, several montages, and a ton of murders friends, Luna managed to convince the moon ponies of the moon empire elected her as their new moon princess, replacing the old moon princess who had mysteriously disappeared two years prior.

Despite trying to mass murder her last batch loyal subjects, Luna was going to achieve something great this time around. Knowing now, what not to do as a princess having lived though it herself, Luna's first royal decree was the annihilation of all none alicorn moon ponies. A massive mistake on her part.

Had she known, she sent out earlier that day was her "Don't Do List!" instead of her actually royal decree demanding more moon pies, then maybe she wouldn't have commanded the swift execution of all her subjects. But alas, she awoke to a massacred country no longer a moon princess, but rather the last living moon pony. It seem the only good that came out of her 'improved' princess-hood was the gigantic moon castle she had the moon ponies build...

Not that she cared.

DING~

The echoing sound of a buzzer going off, had awoke Luna from her slumber atop the Royal Moon Castle's couch as she mumbling and huffing from underneath the local moon newspaper. Grasping the large slab of moon rock, know as 'newspaper' from atop her head she carefully tossed it off to the side relieving her lung and allowing her to breath once more. Able to breath again, she nuzzled back into the couch's soft moon rock cushions, unwilling to get up and face the day. Within seconds she was falling back asleep, and she just might have stayed that why had she not remembered what that buzzer meant.

"Moun hie." She mumbled, with her face still in the cushions. With a burst of energy she bolted off the couch "Moon pie!" She said again,  before she stumbled off the couch, and raced towards the Royal Moon Kitchen, smiling all the while.

In a fluster she tumbled her way into the kitchen, knocking over vases and other such things as she accidentally bumped into them. She came to a halt in front of the oven. The smell of freshly cooked moon pie over taking her senses as she smelt the air around it. She licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Slowly, she opened the oven, the felling joy overwhelming her in the form of tears all the while.

Inside laid a moon pie that by definition was the pinnacle of perfection. Its edges were crisp but not burnt, the crust appeared puffed up and soft yet firm. Luna used her magic to create a narrow form of what usually is a cloud of her dark blue magic which she used to slice a small slit into the center of the crust confirming the softness of the crust and giving way to a view of true essence of a moon pie: the moon filling.

It was a bunch of crushed up moon rocks.

Luna licked her lips a second time her gut rumbled demanding food, it had been days since Luna had last eaten, or maybe it was a year. It was always hard to tell the passage of time on the moon. None-the-less, it had been a very long time, and Luna didn't want to wait any longer. Reaching into the oven Luna grabbed the-

"Mother of me!" Luna cried, dropping the moon pie and retracting her hoof from the oven. "Why had I not used magic!" She screamed, clutching her hoof before she stopped, dropped, and rolled to put out the fire that had ignited her hooves fur, which then ignited her whole body when she pulled her flaming hoof in to close. Needless to say she was screaming all the while. Mostly, words that are seldom spoken in pony culture.

Luckily, for her what she learned in preschool worked and she was able to smother the flames, but the fire had already done their damage. Her skin was chard, her fur in patches, cover in ash; the worst of it being her mane, or lack-there-of. Luna would have cried if she had seen her mane in such a state, good thing she couldn't.

Nothing really hurt so a starving Luna could have cared less. She raced back over to the over her eyes fixated on the moon pie inside. With a careful hoof she opened the door, this time using her magic to grab the treat inside. But apparently magic consuming fire and magic do mix, and Luna suddenly remembered why she had used her hoof in the first place. she remembered almost as suddenly as the explosion.

This time it did hurt.

Luna awoke from a brief unconscious period to the sight of ruble, more pacifically what was left of her castle. "Ugh," she groaned, as she dug herself out of it. It took a few minutes, but she was able to reach the top. Plopping her right hoof out of the ruble first she made for her left, then her head, and next rest her body.

Soon she was sitting atop her 'castle', fur scorched and cover in scratches and dust. What had she done to deserve this? It took a minute for her to realize again that she did that she used her magic as gasoline for the flames. "Oh, yeah..." She would have maybe remembered that sooner if it wasn't of the concussion she no doubt had. Though if it wasn't for the concussion somehow jogging her latent memory she wouldn't have know today was her birthday.

"Oh ye-" A letter appeared out of thin air smacking her on the head. "Oh yeah..." She said in a less then enthusiastic voice. She frowned at the letter, no doubt another Prankday present. She narrowed her eyes at the suspicious letter, then opened it anyway.

"Dear Luna,

My time is short today as Canterlot is hosting a special event to day and I'm to attended, so I'm going to keep this brief. Inside the-"

Luna stopped reading as a box fell out of the sky barely missing her head as it came to rest beside her.

"Inside the box is my gift to you. Happy birthday, Lulu.

With love, Big sis."

Luna sighed. The last time she opened a box her sister sent her a cake exploded all over her. "I hope it's another cake." Luna ripped the top of the box open and peered inside. If the down look, and frown she gave it didn't give it away, it wasn't a cake. In the box was a book, just a book. Luna gritted her teeth and lowered her eyebrows in an angry fashion. "A book!" She screamed. "A stupid book!" Luna throw her hooves into the box and ripped out the book in a fluster sending the box flying.

"The Princess in the Moon!" She read the book title mockingly. "By, Tia." Luna huffed at the name Celestia had chosen to use. "Alright, fine. Let's see what you have to say, sister!" Luna opened the book. "Chapter one!"

* * * * *

"Oh, come on!" Luna shouted. Finished with reading the book, Luna now understood why Celestia had sent it to her. The book detailed her imprisonment on the moon, but in a way that made it sound like she was the villain. The book even went as far to warn of a day she would transcend the moon each year and eat anypony she could find that didn't pay her an offer of candy, because she was such a 'fatty-fat' pony.

Luna looked at the book in disgust. "How dare she." Luna stated, throwing the book away. "I won't-" A telescope hit her in the head. "How many times is that going to happen!" She exclaimed, cradling her head tightly.

The telescope had a note attached to it: "Your going to need this."

"What now?" Luna sighed, grudgingly she picked up the telescope and set her gave upon Canterlot. In the town, ponies celebrated with nightmare themed games and costume contests. Children ran from house to house knocking on doors and receiving candy form the ponies inside. All in all, it looked like a fun time, causing Luna to smile at the though of Celestia doing something nice on her birthday. Even if it wasn't for her.

Then, she saw the children crying as they dumped all the candy inside there bags in front of a statue of Luna herself. At least, a more demented looking version of her in battle armor. Luna throw the telescope, a spite in her eyes. "How dare-" She screamed furiously, but was unable to finish as something heavy had smacked her head. It might have been the weight of what hit her or the repeat concussion she had, but she fell like a sack of bricks and tumbled down the pile of ruble. Until coming to rest on what remained of her couch, she was out like a light. She didn't even get to see what hit her...

It was a cake.