Star-crossed

"A hundred years?" Discord was shocked, on the other hand, "You know, your looking good for a hundred years old." he said with a sly grin.

Katrina's headache was feeling better, her head was still swimming with memories trying to get themselves in the right order but at least it hurt less. "Oh, ha ha. You're sooo funny." she grumbled.

"I try! Are you going to be okay, though? That looked painful."

"I'll be fine once my head stops spinning." she said. "At the moment you have three different heads, so I think I should wait until you only have one to try and stand up."

Discord laughed, "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea."

After a minute Katrina was able to stand up with out being dizzy so she went back to eating her sandwich. It's amazing how hungry you get after going through a psychotic episode.

"So that was you remembering stuff about your past you weren't supposed to?" Discord asked.

"Yeah. I'm remembering more about my past by the minute, but I still don't remember anything earlier than about 10 or so, and by that I mean when I think I was 10, back when I was adopted and living here."

"That's strange.."

" You don't seem concerned at all that i'm over a hundred years old, might I ask why?"

"I have my reasons." He smiled mischievously at some happy thought in his head.

"In fact, you seem rather pleased."

"That's because I am."

"And your not going to tell my why?"

"I wasn't planning on it. At least not yet."

"How come?"

"It's a secret."

She pouted

"No."

She gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"Mmmm, still no.

"Not even if I puff my lip out like this?" she proceeded to puff her lip out and looked as pitiable as possible. She looked so ridiculous that they both laughed until their sides hurt. It's official, I like her. Discord thought, Okay, this is probably a bad idea, a really bad idea, but-

"How about this, I'm tired right now, and I feel like taking a nap. I'll tell you tomorrow, ok? I'll even pinkie promise."

Katrina frowned No, it's not ok. I want to know why he's so happy about me being a hundred, it's weird, not wonderful. she thought, but what she actually said was, "Fine, that will work I guess." She looked out the window and noticed that night had fallen. "I have some things I need to do anyway, but don't think I'll forget!"

"Trust me, I'm sure you won't. I pinkie promised." Discord made the appropriate gesture of crossing his heart and sticking his fist in his eye, pulled the blanket over himself, and tried to go to sleep.

Katrina didn't know why he made those weird motions, but she left and shut the door quietly behind her. Walking down the hallway, she passed her old room. She didn't get back any memories about her room either, her mind was still fighting against those ones. Her hand reached for the door knob but she couldn't bring herself to turn it. I've had enough headaches for one day.

Katrina walked through the house in silence, not stopping to look at anything in particular. There were a lot of memories in this house, some more painful than others. Her little brother's wheelchair was still sitting in the corner of the living room where she left it. Her old memories, both the good and the bad, were assaulting her all at once. She couldn't stop herself from remembering the night he died. She sat down in the small chair and cried for a while. It hadn't actually been her fault that he died, but she still felt that it was. She had gotten into a fight with her parents,

"Dad please, why can't I have a sleepover with my friends?"

"You honestly think they want to be friends with a freak like you?" Her father was drunk again, the entire room stank of beer and whiskey.

"I'm not a freak! I can be normal! It'll just take some practice, that's all. Please can I go?"

"No! And that's final! Now get out of my sight before I do something you'll regret!"

She had run away, into the forest, the only place she knew she was safe. But...her little brother, he came out to find her after it had gotten dark, and he got lost. If only she hadn't run away, he might have lived. He was surprisingly good at maneuvering the wheelchair in-between the trees, but it was so dark and rainy that he couldn't stop his chair from sliding in the mud down a steep hill. By the time she found him, and carried him back home, he was dead and she was blamed. It wasn't until after her ex-adoptive parents had moved out, that she had the courage to recover his wheelchair and return it. She stayed sitting there crying for a while, until the moon was high in the sky.

Once she had cried herself out and decided that Discord was probably asleep, she dried her tears and made her way back upstairs to the hallway the bedrooms were in. At the end of the hallway, there was a hatch in the ceiling that led to the attic. Crawling up into the attic, she moved around a few boxes to make a sort of stairway and climbed up it. Now which one is the loose board? Let's see, 1..2..3..to the left and up a little bit. She counted out the appropriate amount of ceiling boards and pushed on one that was only slightly more rotted out than the others. The board gave easily allowing her room to climb out onto the roof.

Once again, the stars were beautiful; they always were here, where there wasn't any pollution. The full moon shone brightly in all it's glory, and a cool breeze blew through her silver hair. Katrina looked up at the moon and smiled. Thanks to this whole episode, she remembered why she used to stay out late and watch the night sky, for some reason she used to talk to the moon. She still didn't know why she talked to the moon, but she remembered that she used to know. It was something about her past, her old family, before she was adopted, had something to do with the moon somehow. Maybe they were astronomers or something. She would come out and tell the moon about her dreams, or about how the kids at school were mean to her, or about how her little brother dreamed of being a racecar driver. She remembered now all of the times she came out and talked. She used to love it so much, it comforted her to pretend the moon was listening. Like an imaginary friend.

"I'm sorry it's been a long time since I talked to you. I forgot who I was for a while." She didn't actually expect the moon to be listening, but she pretended it did. "On the other hand I'm more unsure than I was before. Partly because I'm remembering who I used to be, and I know who I am now and it's clashing. Mostly though, it's about something else."

Katrina sighed and leaned back, lying flat on the roof. "I met this guy and I...well at least I think...I think I like him. Like like him like him, and it so weird because I don't even know who this guy is, I only just met him last night, and he refuses to tell me anything about himself. But, he's funny. and he's really nice, too. Over the years, I've become this person I don't recognize anymore, putting the well-being of the forest before my own. I became some kind of extremely serious guardian, all over protective and stuff; I guess i'm still trying to make up for abandoning my brother. But tonight, tonight was the first time I laughed in a long, long time."

She laughed to herself, "I actually had the guts, or the stupidity, to stand up to Bane for this guy. I have never seen that old wolf quite so angry with me...of course, I never brought back a human before. He looks a bit strange, for a human, too. I mean, he has these eyes that are a bit of an odd color and his hair is white like mine. To be honest, that's probably one of the things I like best about him. We're both unique. He told me that nobody likes him where he came from, but I like him. I wish I knew whether he liked me too or not, I hope he does."

Katrina was silent for a moment."The way acts too, I don't know. He's just so nice to be around, he likes to crack jokes and he smiles a lot. He has this really beautiful smile. I've only known him for a day and I trust him completely. I even showed him my powers, he didn't freak out or be mean to me like others have in the past. I just have a really good feeling about him, i'm not really sure why, I just do." Katrina yawned, it was getting late; she should probably get off the roof before she fell asleep there. "But anyway, I should probably get to bed now, before I fall off the roof. I'll try to come talk to you some other time."

"You know, while I'm talking about him and everything, his name is interesting too. It's Discord. I've never met anyone with a name like that before." She slipped back through the hole in the roof and went down to the living room to sleep on the couch. She still couldn't bring herself to open the door to her old room.

Far away, in the country of Equestria, in the gleaming city of Canterlot, in the serene and beautiful Canterlot Castle Gardens, Princess Luna had been napping under a tree, shaded from the light of the baking, summer sun. She had been quite enjoying her nap, and she was having a rather interesting dream, one that she had often, about a girl who talked to the moon. All of a sudden, she sat straight upright, wide awake. Her eyes were as large as saucers and her face had a look of total shock.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Author's note:

I told you there would be feels. -_-,
sniff, sniff.

Btw, Princess Luna has dreams about Earth. Who knew?

Also another cliff hanger! Ain't I a stinker? X3

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