Archangel Of The Rebellion - A New Lunar Republic Fanfiction

Luna sighed. She was sick. Sick of this world, this war, herself and, above all, her cruel sadistic tyrant of a sister. She was homesick too; the thought of Equestria in its prime, with the beautiful flora that practically bloomed before your eyes, as well as the incredibly diverse fauna that varied from butterflies to phoenixes and from squirrels to manticores, made her want to cry. That was her home, not this huge steel fortress on a dying planet. Sometimes, her heart would ache with such powerful feelings of solitude and despair that, for a brief moment, SHE would surface. Luckily, she always managed to rein in her other self before anything catastrophic occurred. Such a feat would have been impossible for her younger self, but Luna had grown so significantly, that many now hailed her as the only one who could possibly defeat Celestia. She could see the logic in that, but she wondered if there was anyone else who could just do it FOR her…

Luna shook these thoughts away and sighed again, and gazed up at the moon, something that always calmed her thoughts. It was a beautiful crescent shape tonight. Her thoughts wandered aimlessly for a while, before returning to the peculiar problem called Archangel. She wondered if he really was what he said he was, a victim of this war who was doing what he could to exact justice. A victim of the war SHE started...

600 years earlier, several months after Luna received the letter that determined the fate of Equestria, she travelled to an unknown location under the cover of darkness. She was alone, as they had agreed. There was no moon that night, or rather, it was obscured entirely by clouds, which allowed the Moon Goddess with her jet black hide to move like a shadow, almost entirely undetectable to all but the most perceptive of individuals.

She flew through the night sky, relishing the cold night air of her domain. She felt alive, soaring beautifully without a care in the world and, most importantly, far way from Canterlot castle and Celestia. Ever since their skirmish in her bedchambers, her sister was no longer playing with her. She was consistently cruel, sadistic and dominating; she was only too aware that nopony could really challenge her, and took full advantage of that simple fact. She no longer hid her true personality when in the presence of civilians, even arresting multiple ponies for no reason beyond "theft", and taking them to the ominous new east wing of the castle, which she had requested to have built for "research purposes".

Luna had decided now that the mysterious letter, while definitely far too good to be true, was now worth the risk. Celestia must be stopped.

Suddenly, out of the inky blackness, a colossal castle came into view. Luna was extremely puzzled and curious, as she was certain there weren't any other castles or keeps around this area, and certainly nothing of this proportion. Warily, she circled the stone monolith, searching the walls for any banners or insignia, but found nothing. Eventually, her curiosity outweighed her caution, and she barged in through the great wooden doors.

The first thing she saw as she went inside the castle was the throne room, not unlike her sister's at Canterlot. However, this one was cold, lifeless and ugly; there were no magnificent stained-glass windows depicting the most significant events of the era, no beautiful decor that made the room ornately divine. The room was mostly shrouded in darkness, a few torches placed along the walls providing just enough light to see by. If she stared into the gloom hard enough, Luna could just make out a silhouette of a pony sitting on a throne.

Luna had had enough. She inhaled a huge mouthful of air, and unleashed a blast of her Royal Equestrian voice:

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? WHERE IS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT ME HERE?". Her voice shattered the deathly silence, the powerful sound echoing dramatically. As if in response to the command, the room seemed to brighten somewhat, enough light to see who sat peacefully on the throne, seemingly oblivious the sight and sound of the Goddess of the Moon roaring in rage.

Somehow, through some powerful and mysterious magic, a pony's shadow sat motionlessly on its seat, as if it had been waiting patiently for Luna's arrival. It motioned for her to come closer.

"You are Princess Luna, correct?" said the reflection, with a deep, quiet voice.

"No, I'm just that other Alicorn with a moon cutie-mark." came Luna's scathing retort. She was bitter that she had lost her composure due to some clever trick, even if she had never seen anything of it's kind before.

The silhouette was unfazed:

"Ah, good. We have much to discuss-"

"Excuse me, but you have yet to tell me who you are, where we are and exactly what you want. I came all the way out here to this place because apparently you can help. So, I want answers. NOW." Luna glared at this mockery of a pony directly where it's eyes should have been, daring it to risk incurring her wrath.

The shadow gazed at her for a brief moment, then looked away as if it was pondering something. It stayed like this, unmoving, for a disturbingly long time, before nodding it's head. It turned to look at Luna, and said:

"Very well. I am The Executive, owner of Eque-Sci. You are currently standing in the throne room of Eque-Sci's HQ. What we want is simple. War."

The Executive's shadow waved its hoof.

The previously pitch-black throne room magically brightened, revealing banners that hung on the walls above the throne that were sewn with a strange insignia. The most striking thing about the room, though, were the hundreds upon hundreds of weapons, of all different categories and styles, shapes and sizes that covered the walls entirely, making it look like a colossal shrine to death and mayhem.

"Now, shall we discuss business, your Highness?" The Executive stated simply, with a smile in his voice.