Everyone had left Canterlot twenty years prior to Luna's crash. Her chariot left destroyed, and her guards accompanying her gone. As she walks around the dismal castle, stranded and without a clue of where everyone else had gone, she finds a strange blue box, and an even stranger man telling her that she has always been in great danger, things start to get interesting.


Little note:
If you are unfamiliar with Little Talks, you probably should listen to the song. Its what I based this fic off of. Click here for music.
Oh, and this ship will carry your bodies safe to shore.