Archangel Of The Rebellion - A New Lunar Republic Fanfiction

The moon had reached the midpoint of it's eternal cycle once again, providing a cool period of rest for the citizens of Equestria, a momentary break from the thermonuclear temperatures of the day. It was almost exactly the same as that night, Princess Luna thought, the night that I took the weight of the future of Equestria onto my shoulders.

Aside from some extra height, the Sister of the Tyrant looked almost exactly the same as she had that night, 600 years ago. She had maintained her lustrous royal purple mane and deep ebony hide, her impressive appearance matched only by her newfound wisdom and experience. Her face, however, was etched with deep lines of worry, stress and exhaustion. Quite normal considering she has led what seemed like a never-ending war for 6 centuries.

She had been lost in her dreams for hours, before she was brought back to reality, once again, by hoofsteps, though these were the hurried steps of a new recruit, not those of a god-like tyrant. She sighed and opened the great doors of her bedchambers with a slight nod of her head, without turning around. The squat, nervous little messenger pony stumbled over himself while allowing her to take the letter from his saddlebags. She opened the letter and dismissed the messenger, which he did so with relief.

Luna's interest was piqued as she scanned the letter from one of her spies planted in Canterlot. Once again, she had to admit to the usefulness of shape-shifting changelings as infiltrators. The most elite spies on the face of Equestria in return for some payment in the form of "love" every month. Quite unpleasant for those involved, but more than worth it.

The letter detailed the case of a string of murders that led a path from the dark fortress city of Canterlot to practically on her doorstep. The three most intriguing facts:

A) All the victims were Celestian Guards.

B) A family consisting of two children and a mother (father unidentified and in a currently unknown location) were found dead.

C) All the murders had a message written in the victims blood, without exception: CELESTIA WILL BURN.

Very interesting, Luna thought, It seems I will be getting a visitor very soon.

"Umm P-Princess L-Luna?" said a nasally, whiny voice from behind her.

"Hmm?"

The messenger gulped. "Umm, th-there's another m-message for you ma'am!"

Luna carried the second letter telekinetically over to her, where she opened and scanned it. It was an invitation to a meeting with her… mysterious benefactor.

The leader of the group that had offered her their services.

The Executive, CEO of a weapons manufacturer/research and development corporation.

Eque-Sci.

The Canterlot Castle throne room was a sight to behold, it had changed greatly since the days of old, but was no less awe inspiring. The room was incredibly long, and covering almost the entire floor was one enormous rug with Celestia’s sun cutie mark in the centre. On the rug was a huge conference table where the great council would meet to decide laws, This was a farce of course, an outward show to improve Celestia’s appearance in the wider world. The princess’ word was law, If anyone dared to go against it they would pay with their lives. The walls were lined with weaponry, a physical timeline of warfare in Equestria, from swords and maces to laser weapons, everything was there.

The centrepiece of the room, though, was the royal throne, unchanged in centuries, at the far end of the great table. The very essence of purity and serenity, with water flowing through and live fish in the pools of water. Celestia despised it, she had never liked it. But she had to keep up appearances after all, Celestia the pure, goddess of the sun.

No conferences were happening at the moment, everything was going well. The war was under control, with the exception of The Chaos Dominion and Discord’s return, but they were a mere annoyance, and Discord not what he was. They wouldn’t last long. Celestia sat alone in her grand seat, her mane blowing in the wind, still sparkling, Celestia had hardly changed in nearly 2000 years, the only change was her sourness. After ruling for such a long time the princess had become bored and cruel, she only wanted ultimate power, her citizens were simply commodities, she owned them. Celestia had no worries, she didn’t even need to run the country any more, her generals sorted that out for her, all she had to do was give basic orders.

Suddenly the great doors at the opposite side of the room opened wide, glowing with magic, and a fully uniformed high ranking officer marched in, he was dark brown with a greying but still mainly black mane. He held his chin high and had a very stern face.

“Your grand and excellent majesty” he said, bowing and removing his officer’s cap.

“Enough with the grovelling, what do you want now general?” Celestia replied sharply, her eyes fixed on the pony below her.

“We have received news, your excellence, of acts against the regency within the city.” The general said, standing back up.

“what of it, we are attacked all the time, what else can be expected of these stupid ponies.” Celestia retorted.

“This is different ma’ am, 5 of our men are dead, 2 never came back from a routine house break, killed and dumped in the corridor. The husband of the family was never found, we suspect it was him. The other 3 were killed at a checkpoint outside the city, they were all fully armed.” Said the general hesitantly, he was getting uncomfortable in the presence of the princess, she had that effect on ponies.

“So what?” replied Celestia, “our soldiers are killed every day in the war, what makes this any different?”

“Your highness, these men were all killed by the same pony, and he didn’t seem to be armed. He could be very dangerous.” The general answered, sweating by now.

“What makes you so sure these are all the same pony? They could be totally unrelated.” The princess enquired. Becoming increasingly alarmed by the story.

“They both show specific similarities, ma’ am, all the guards were bludgeoned or stabbed, there wasn’t much sign of a struggle and, most alarmingly, in each instance the words “CELESTIA WILL BURN” were written next to the bodies in the blood of the soldiers. We might be looking at a professional here, ma’ am.” The general replied.

“Very well, watch out for this pony, but I don’t think that there’s much to worry about, an individual can hardly cause us much trouble.” Celestia returned. “You may leave.”

“Thank you, your excellence.” Said the general, before turning on the spot and walking quickly back down the room, the doors opening in his wake.

When she was alone again Celestia rose from her throne and walked elegantly over to the balcony.

“This could be interesting.” The princess said to herself as she looked out, surveying her domain.