Anniversary

A smooth breeze swirled lazily through the air, tickling the grass, slipping through the green leafs in the tall trees, sweeping fallen petals off the ground for moments at a time before settling them back onto their grassy beds. Luna walked delicately and absentmindedly through her garden. She stopped by the tall sturdy tree that watched over the small pond in her favorite section of the private place.

She used its strength to hold her up as she leaned against it on her side, tracing her fingers on the rough bark, and then planting her hand on the familiar tree all together. Looking down she watched the wind play with the water, dropping those same leaves and petals and sending them adrift. The reflections in the water floated on the waves and shone back into Luna’s eyes.

The moon in the water caught her attention, but she had been thinking about her former place of residence for some time to besides. Tonight was the first anniversary of her return and the one thousand and first anniversary of her banishment. The days of the passing time had almost seemed to trail by in a sticky dream like haze, though in comparison to the length of her absence, blurred by in a wisp of images.

Slowly lifting her cyan eyes Luna took a long look at the place she had previously been forced to call home. She remembered what it was like to be one the moon, how she was full of rage, hatred, abandonment, loneliness. She recalled the times she spent having fits, cursing her sister, falling down to her knees crying, not just sad tears but angry hot revenge bidden ones, then curling into a ball and wishing for that same sister to come to her side and comfort her.

Luna broke eye contact with the moon and lifted her clenched fist to swipe the tears that threatened to fall down her face. She had not even realized she had balled her hand into a fist, so she was even more surprised to see how tightly she had kept them; it looked as if blood was about to spill from the crescent shaped nail prints.

“Even now the moon causes you pain.” She chuckled sadly as she feathered the agitating marks, then she shook her head softly as if trying to rid herself of a bad thought. Her starry hair rippled, and then settled back to its normal pace. She still loved the moon; no matter what she had gone through because of it or on it it was still her moon, and it was still beautiful.

Pushing herself off the tree, Luna walked along the edge of the pond, watching the reflection of the moon circle around with her.

“One year Luna.” She whispered in revelation and amazement. In the course of the year Luna had been introduced to a new world; new books were written, new ballots sung, a new castle rebuilt, even in a whole new location. She had also done some growing. At first she would cringe at everything  -if she made a mistake or thought she has said something too snippy- thinking she had brought on the wrath of her sister again. It took her sometime to learn to trust again and to believe that Celestia had truly forgiven her.

It took her some time to readjust to the new technologies. Even now she can get mixed up on things such as the difference between the refrigerator and the freezer. The music changed drastically, but that she was used to because of living well over a hundred lifetimes.

Luna ventured over to a bench that sat across the pond and next to a huge boulder. Her shoes kicked up small leaves that circled about her feet as she made her way over. The short train of her dress tugged lazily behind her and even in the calm breeze her dress still managed to ride the current of the wind. As she continued her recollections from the boulder, she removed her crown, studying it as she did with other available objects when she went into deep thought.

Along with mental growth, she had physically grown as well. Her motionless periwinkle hair grew down her back changing from the innocent blue to a layered waving picture of a starry night sky. Her voice no longer held a youthful squeak (it really should have left ages ago though.) Her hips grew wider and chest filled out nicely, she was nowhere as large as her sister, (though she couldn't think of anyone who had), but she was content.

Luna’s thoughts drifted to her sister. She had her own troubles prior to that battle with Luna, Celestia hadn't needed her sister adding more trouble to her life, and yet she did. Luna wondered if she could have forgiven Celestia the same way she had forgiven her. She mused that it would have taken quite an amount of time and effort, but would have extended to her the hand of friendship just the same.

When it all came down to it, Celestia was the only person who was as eternal as she was. She had watched as all her friends came and went more times than should be healthy. Even having such a pet as a phoenix could only keep a person sane for so long. Essentially having a pet was like having a reason to talk out loud to oneself.

“And you should know a thing or two about that,” she rolled her eyes in tart amusement.

As she stood up from her perch on the bench, Luna’s eyes lingered on the moon for one final moment, then made off into the direction of the palace. She didn't need to sleep, but she wanted to relax into her warm soft bed and bury herself in a protective pile of pillows. She didn't know what the future held, but she hoped it would be better than her past.

Ok I seriously hate the last paragraph. I can’t for the life of me write a proper conclusion, but I had to so there it is. This was supposed to be happy, but my brain found a cozy spot in a dark place and turned it into a oneshot.

Also I hoped you enjoyed my first MLP fanfic.