1 The Banishment; The Decline
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I watch with a stolen focus as my body lent itself to battle against my sister. As she prepared the Elements of Harmony once again during any and every lapse between blows, despite both of them knowing full well that an attempt to use them on her own would most likely result in complete, possibly even catastrophic, failure.
I couldn't blame her for trying anyway. Even if it's not me, this... thing is currently controlling my body, and all of the power that comes with it. Far too dangerous to play nice with in high conflict, even though we are sisters both of us understand this. All either of us can do, is hope the Elements do work.
My eyes snap to attention, as Celestia finally begins the ritual on her own.My throat begins to vocalize, and I bring my attention back out of my thoughts.
"You cannot use all six on your own, preposterous!" escaped my mouth.
"I know nothing other than to try anyway, sister!" came the response, "I do not know what has possessed you so, but both of Us know that this Eternal Night you propose will be disastrous for not only our ponies, but the world! I cannot allow that, even if it means I have to go to extreme measures."
"Ha HA HAHAHAHAHAHEEEEEHAHAHA I'd love to see you try." 'I' responded in a manic fit. "But who said We would even give thee the chance to?"
Celestia responded by teleporting out of sight. 'I' began searching frantically around, clearly having no patience for the fight.
But by the time 'I' spotted her, it was already too late, the Elements were slowly rotating in a circle under their own levitation around Celestia, building up a dangerous looking crackle of energy.
"I'm sorry, sister." 'I' didn't even have time to try to counter the words, nor the actions, as a beam of rainbow light shot towards 'me'.
It looks so beautiful on the recieving end. I'm so glad she was able to do it.
I'm sorry, Sister. I wanted respect, but instead I brought conflict.
This is not what I wanted for either of us.
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So this is what the forces of Harmony have decided for me. Imprisonment on that which I control. A fitting punishment; I wanted morento respect me and my night, now I have no choice but to respect it myself, for however long I'm here.
If only my captor would stop trying to break the chains and scream into the void.
I miss Sister.
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Three, six, five since I started counting, I think that makes around a year, now. I should think of a journal entry for if I ever get back. Now, how would I word it?
How about, Today, tonight, something marks exactly one year since I was imprisoned on my moon. I miss my Sister dearly, and have nothing but regret for my actions, even if they were not truly my own. My captor has been struggling against the ties which bind me to the moon, day in and day out, though I have noticed that the attempts are slowly losing their effort. When I began my sentence, I soon felt hunger beyond what I believed possible, but just as soon as it came, it left. I've been thinking over what I could have done differently, how I could have tried to approach my Sister again for help restoring my glory amongst the people, but no matter what I think of, ultimately it doesn't change that I made a deal with something that instead took my body for its own.
I figured out how to count the days, by turning my focus towards our home planet, and spotting a certain patch of land I've familiarized myself with. I've had little else to do, but feel the pain every time my captor pulls on my binds too hard. Counting the days has proven to be quite the challenge, as well, as I can only see the Earth when my captor is looking at it, and they focus mostly on trying to escape. Such an endless rage. While I hope to be freed, I realize that this leech cannot be let loose upon the world.
I hope Equestria has remained well in my absence. I hope it will stay that way for a long time to come.
I wonder how Sister has been. I miss her.
Yeo-! Oh, the bindings again.
I'm sorry.
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Ohnonononono what was it again what was it what was it what was it. I can't remember how many days I was at oh nononono.
I think I was somewhere around eight years, that's three six five, multiply two, seven twenty, multiply two again, fourteen forty, again,twenty eight eighty, and of course that didn't help me remember. Or was it nine?
Well, I suppose I'll think of a journal entry again, as a ten year mark.
My captor has stopped fighting the binds. Now they just stare out at Equis, and I can feel a smirk on my face, I almost wish I could read their mind, if only to not be alone. I miss my Sister. I lost count of the days. I think it's been around ten years.
What does food taste like again? I haven't heard anything in so long. Do I feel dirty? I don't remember what a bath feels like, and I've forgotten what the difference between feeling dirty and clean is. I probably feel dirty. Does moon dust make you dirty?
I want to go home.
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Remember. Sister. Fight Sister. Need apologize. Not me but yes me. Still not me but yes me. Home. Need apologize home. Regret. Cannot forget. Never forget.
What is forget?
The stars are as beautiful as ever.
Want to go home.
What is home?
Focus! Need to remember. Need to stay together.
Failing, I think. Keep try anyway.
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Sorry. Sorry? Sorry. Sorry! Lonely. Sad. Failed! Bad! Make sad. Make?
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Author's Note
I'm not particularly great with writing, but I had this idea in my head, and I had to at least share it.
I don't know if I'll attempt to continue it from here. I was just so fascinated by the idea when it came to me that I just had to output it somehow before I forgor.
Maybe I'll come back to it and try to actually put together a full story. Zero promises, don't expect anything, and if you do get something, don't expect it to be the best writing.
