Luna

Luna felt the chilled wind blow across her stretched form as she flew, and shivered. She blinked to clear her eyes of the fuzz that had appeared because of tiredness, and fought on.

After a few hours, the sun began to rise, and she found herself at the foot of the mountains, snow falling down, blanketing everything. The sunlight shone on the white powder, sending it's rays bouncing in every direction.

Luna felt her jaw drop at the sight. There was nothing in Equestria that could rival this sight in sheer amazingness, at least, the places that Luna had seen. She flew down to the snow and ran a hoof through it, enjoying the cold against her hoof. She shivered as the shockwave of cold passed through her.

She cleared and area in the snow and curled up in it. She closed her eyes to sleep, but not before taking one last look at the snow.

Luna found herself in a blackness. She tried to move, but found her hooves to planted firmly on the floor of the place. She struggled then decided that the attempt was in vain. She stood, waiting for something to happen.

"Run. Run Princess of the Night. You know that it is your fault. Celestia should have known never to trust you. But she was foolish and trusted NIghtmare Moon. You run and tell yourself it is to bring her back. But is it? Are you simply running away from what you did?"

This voice spoke in deep tones, and had a demonic affect to it.

"Begone, foul knave!" Luna shrieked to the blackness.

"I cannot begone, fair Luna, for I am you..."

Luna felt her skin rip and tear. She screamed as agony ran through her body, and looked down at her hooves. Her hooves were changing, becoming something she had sworn she pushed away. Just as the horror and pain reached it's peak, Luna awoke.

She found herself dangling in the air, crushed in the hand of a giant creature.