In conversation, people often mentioned it is now 2033, has been for some three months give or take. She knew that, of course.

Yet for Luna, it could as well be 1027.

Scant seven years she had enjoyed her freedom from the evening orb made eternal prison, last two of that spent on managing the diplomatic relations with a newly contacted species of Humans and their world, connected with Equestria by a magical mishap of one young Princess experimenting with magical mirrors when she really should't- ah. Nevermind that. Old wounds and she had to admit, it was fun while it lasted.

Then the world ended. Just like that. Now, yet again, she was stuck in a brand new prison. If she wasn't in The Metro at the time, on her way to a meeting within the walls of Kremlin...

Still, the progenitor of it all can't have it easy herself now. After all, the poor dear in all her purple inexperience must have become the sole ruler of Equestria when they never came back. Yes... they... Twenty years has Luna lived in The Metro offering her employ as a mercenary. One of the best. Yet even after all this time she's sure.

Celestia is still out there somewhere.

She must be. If she won't or can't come to Luna, Luna will have to come to her. Into another country... one on another continent... one beyond an ocean... Into the United States. And to find her, first Luna has to find a way to leave The Metro and not die the very hour she steps out to the hostile world above. Heh. Easier said than done. She has been trying non-stop for the last twenty years.

Now she hears about some "Black Ones" popping up? Ugh, she might be ageless, but she had no time nor will for yet another distraction to stall her plans...

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