Title:           Moon things.
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 7th of April 2015 03:41:17 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 7th of April 2015 03:41:17 PM CDT

>"Anon, that's disgusting, stop it"
>Her wing curls around, you stopping you from going further.
>You always felt safe when she does that.
>"Son, I've taught you better than that. Now come along."
>You feel her wing stiffen against your back, urging you along.
>You sigh, leaving the dagger embedded in the corpse you had been desecrating.
>You're both silent as you walk through the battlefield, avoiding the corpses where you could.
>Gold armored ponies, purple armoured ponies, demons from the Abyss.
>All were equal now below you and your mother.
>As you walk you looked over your mother's withers to see the regrouping Solar Legions.
>Pegasusi flying high above, unicorns readying their crackling destructive magics, earth ponies forming unbreakable walls.
>Mother's wing raises up, blocking your view.
"Mother, why must you fight?"
>"To take back my birthright. Your birthright."
>You nod to yourself. It only makes sense.
>After all, your mother was beautiful enough that she deserved to be a queen.
>But surely they must recognize that as well.
"Why do they fight you?"
>"Because they are cowards that want to steal what is mine."
>Her voice dripped venom, but you knew it wasn't aimed at you.
>It was never aimed at you.
 
>After a few more minutes walking you both reach a hill.
>The Legions were marching again.
>You could hear their hooves striking a steady beat on the ground.
>You could feel the gale from the endless peagusi in the sky.
>You could taste the magic in the air.
>"I want you to remain right here while I... deal with them."
"But I want to fight with you!"
>You exclaim, escaping her winged embrace to stand defiantly before her.
>"No my child, there are too many, and you are too young still. In a few years, perhaps."
>What warmth she has vanishes as she looms over you.
>"For now, you will remain here."
>The words ring with command. Your mother was very commanding.
>But still, you almost protest until you look in her eyes again. Steel. Cold. Unwavering.
>With a sigh you concede with a nod.
>"Good"
>She turns and begins trotting away.
>"These fools will learn to try and take my previous from me."
>You watch your mother stride alone towards the Solar Legions.
>You knew her allies had already broken and fled.
>Her most loyal soldiers had been cut down.
>But you simply sat and trusted in her.
>Your mother was beautiful.
>But you knew.
>Where you saw kindness, others saw cruelty.
>Where you saw love, others saw hate.
>Where you saw beauty, others saw death.
>So you sat and waited to watch your mother dance.
 
>It had been over a thousand years since your mother was banished by that witch.
>She had sent you far away as she prepared for her final confrontation.
>It had not gone well.
>But you had been saved.
>And you had lived.
>At first you searched for a way to save your mother.
>But it became obvious that you had not the power.
>So you began searching out power.
>But you had not the skill.
>So you traveled.
>You learned.
>You grew.
>As time went on the urgency to save your mother fell to the back of your mind.
>You conquered.
>You fell.
>You loved.
>You lost.
>You discovered.
>You forgot.
>But the pain of that loss that day stayed with you.
>Her image, her memory shaped you.
>You sought to be as strong as she was.
>As intelligent as she had been.
>But no matter how hard you tried, you could not measure up against someone who was not there.
>But now you could fix that.
>You heard rumor of the fearful Nightmare Moon had returned to Equestria.
>The land you had forsaken so long ago.
>Now you would return.
>You could finally be with your mother again.
 
>You alighted on her balcony.
>The knowledge you had obtained from a peasant had been true.
>The room was pitch black, but that didn't bother you.
>Mother had given you that gift long ago.
>The walls were coated in star charts.
>Beautiful paintings sat on easels.
>Instruments sat in random places.
>Few knew how creative your mother had been.
>But you had always knows.
>For who else created the beauty that was the night?
>You entered quietly.
>There was no hesitation.
>Not any longer.
>Not when your mother was just before you.
>Finally you could be together again.
>You stop at the edge of the bed and stare at the mare that laid within.
>She was merely dark while your mother had been black.
>But before your hopes gave way to despair you frown.
>Her coat may be different but the facial structure is just as you remember.
>It could be your mother. Merely in a new form.
>You determined to find out.
>You raised a limb and placed it on her forehead.
>And then pressed.
>Her eyes flicked open, staring at the space above her in anger.
>They weren't narrow as you remember but the anger burning forth was just as you recalled.
>"Who dares?!"
>Your hopes soared.
>You leaned forward, putting your face within her line of sight.
>Her eyes widened.
>Anger vanished.
>Primal fear danced behind them.
"You are not my mother."
>You leave.
 
>Luna remained paralyzed. Cold beneath the covers.
>She didn't chase the specter as she normally would have done.
>Something was different. The sight of that creature had driven a cold stake into her heart.
>What it had said had driven her to agony.
>But why?
>Was it merely a night terror?
>Or did it mean something more?
>Why was it so painful to hear the words it said?
>She wracked her mind, searching for memories of the creature, trying to find out why it had affected her so.
>But she returned with nothing.
>It was as if her memories of it had been sealed off.
>She eventually stood out of bed, if only to prove she could.
>A determination filled her.
>She would find this creature and find out what place it had in her life.
>She would find out why it affected her so.