Moonlit Madness

by Babycord

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, Violence, Death
Length: 1320

Fighting over and over again and over again

With a snap Luna was on the moon

Alone.

Or was she?

Published 2024-02-15 23:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-15 23:00:00 UTC

Trapped

The cold lunar surface pressed against my flanks as consciousness returned. My head throbbed, and shallow breaths did little to soothe the ache that radiated throughout my frame. Darkness veiled the landscape, though a faint silvery glow cast long shadows across the barren terrain.

Slowly rising to my hooves, I steadied myself against the smooth yet piercingly chilled stone. My wings hung limp and useless, the thin atmosphere offering no buoyancy. A parched tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth begged for moisture that did not exist in this desolate expanse.

Memories eluded my grasp like wisps of cloud snaking across a horizon, gone before they could take shape. But one realization pierced the fog like a dagger: I was alone. Not a living soul existed as far as my weary eyes could see beneath the ghostly twilight. Dread clutched at my heart as I scanned my bleak surroundings with growing panic.

The ashen cliffs and boulder fields seemed to stretch endlessly into the endless night. Broken silhouettes of craters pockmarked the landscape, relics of impacts from eons past. Their depths yawned like empty sockets from some colossal skull embedded in the barren soil. An alien world devoid of warmth or comfort, this place was surely no home for a creature like myself.

How did I come to be in this desolate wasteland, at the mercy of unknown perils? Frantic searching brought no answers, only deepening the hollow ache in my soul. All that remained was an unfamiliar symbol engraved upon my flank - a crescent moon, its simple curve a meaningless symbol devoid of answers.

Night had now fully fallen, though its coming brought no relief. Only an inky void stretched as far as the lifeless plains, the sun now absent without its glow to offer solace or direction. I dared not call out, fearing any noise might attract dangers hidden in the protecting shadows. And so I began to walk, placing one hoof gingerly before the other across the jagged terrain.

As my eyes adjusted, small details emerged from the obscuring dark. Crystalline minerals glittered like frozen stars where they jutted from fissures in the rock. The powdery regolith crunched softly underhoof with each step, scattering in slow drifts disturbed by the breeze. It was a desolate yet hauntingly beautiful world, yet provided little comfort given my vulnerable state.

Lost in thought, I almost failed to notice the subtle disturbance on the periphery of my vision. A flutter in the shadows, so quick it might have been a trick of the dim light playing across my frazzled nerves. But some primal instinct refused to dismiss it, kept me scanning alertly through the night. I had come to realize nothing good lurked unseen in this foreboding place.

Again movement flickered at the edge of sight, drawing nearer. Low to the ground, it skirted the terrain with a flowing grace that sent chills down my spine. Time slowed to a crawl as I tracked its progress, breath caught fast in my chest. Then it emerged.

Rising up on digitigrade legs that ended in hooked talons, the creature towered above my head. Its limbs bent at unnatural angles, as though composed more of shadow than solid flesh. Blank white eyes peered from sockets sunk deep within a skull-like visage, fanged mouth agape in a soundless hiss.

I stood paralyzed, heart pounding against my ribs as that horrific gaze bore into my very soul. Every fiber screamed to flee yet my hooves remained rooted, trapped in an uncanny trance. Then with a bone-chilling shriek it lunged, impossibly long claws gleaming in the weak argent light. Survival instincts kicked in at last, propelling me into a desperate evasive roll that jangled my senses back to sharp reality.

The monster thudded to the ground in a graceless heap, mouth gnashing as it spun to face me with another unearthly cry. My mind raced frantically for a solution, any means to defend myself against this predator in a world barren of refuge or resource. Magic remained absent, leaving only my physical abilities and native cunning. It circled warily, searching for an opening to finish what it started - and I knew I must find a way to prevent that at any cost.

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As the frigid lunar morning broke, I awoke sore yet alive upon the desolate plains. My mysterious assailant lay vanquished nearby, its gangly form now merely another relic frozen in time upon this barren shore. Though weakened, survival instincts drove me to cover the creature's remains with powdery regolith lest its scent attract further threats.

While the struggle had clearly demonstrated my vulnerability, some flicker of hope remained kindled in my soul. My agility and ferocity had proven enough to overcome that first beast, gaining priceless experience against its unnatural speed and strength. As the pale light stretched long shadows across the endless panorama, I took stock of wounds gained in the fray and rested until the ache subsided.

Continuing my aimless wander, vigilance remained my newfound companion. Each hillcrest and boulder field brought uncertainty, though I tempered rising fears with the confidence of having endured. As the lifeless lunar day dragged on, memories slowly returned in fleeting fragments. Flashes of green pastures and cloud strewn skies hinted at some former home, yet brought no clues to how I came to be marooned in this barren realm.

My thoughts were disturbed by a noise on the wind - a familiar yet distant screech echoing across the desolate plain. Weary muscles tightened in preparation, instincts overriding reason that such a call could mean no good. Sure enough, on the pebbled ridge ahead a shadow flickered, then another. My pursuers had found me once more.

Two emerged this time, loping purposefully across the expanse with unnatural synchronization. These were unlike the former; longer limbs terminating in hooked talons suggested greater agility, while ridged spines running along their flexible spines hinted at defense. But they exhibited the same feral tenacity, scenting prey on the barren field below.

As the creatures closed, I spurred legs sore from endurance into mad motion. Magic remained beyond reach in this bleak dimension, and so cunning would have to serve where celestial gifts did not. Darting between boulders, I led the hunters on a harried chase across the shattered plain. Their pursuit pressed ever closer, relentless as the twin moons rising cold in the black vault above.

At last my strength waned, and the predators sensed victory was near. Wheeling on my hooves, I faced them with heaving flanks and fire in my eyes, prepared to sell my life dearly. But fate interceded - one misjudged a leap, talons scrabbling uselessly on loose scree. Its larger companion stumbled over the fallen form in its haste, and in an instant roles had reversed.

Seizing opportunity, I closed with all the speed my flagging muscles could manage. The disoriented beasts thrashed and snapped, but I evaded grasping claws and darted in under their sinuous forms. My horn flashed with the last dregs of stored magic, delivering a painful shock to nerve bundles at the base of their spines. The beasts stiffened and collapsed in pained paralysis, no longer a danger - for now, at least.

Exhaustion crashed over me then, days of struggle catching up all at once. Yet as darkness encroached, fingers of hope clutched tighter at my spirit. I had prevailed once more through adaptability and wit where mere strength or speed failed. Perhaps there was more to this barren shore than an endless fight to survive another sunless day, some deeper purpose or meaning to uncover as the eons passed in their inevitable march.

With that thought, and the chill rays of twin moons my only comfort, I succumbed to the soothing embrace of sleep beneath the star-flecked vault of night. Come what may with the dawn, for now rest would have to be victory enough.