>You were out of your mind.
>But you wanted Luna back instead of that monster.
>You were willing to lay your life on the line for it.
>Crazy things one does for love.
>You march to the large double doors of the throne room and throw them open.
 
“Nightmare moon.”
 
>You continue your march right up to her face.
>”What is it? I’m assuming you dealt with Celestia, her student, and her friends?”
 
“We both know Luna is still in there somewhere. She ain’t gonna let you get away with this.”
 
>”HA! You have no idea, do you? There is no way she can possibly take back this body! She has no influence anymore!”
>Here we go anon, all chips are down.
 
“I reckon you’re wrong. There’s one thing she’d never do.”
 
>”Oh? And what is that?”
 
“Ahm’ bettin’ ya’ll don’t have it in ya t’ kill me.”
 
>You’re desperate at this point, and this gamble shows.
>Either you’re right and Luna will come back, or well you’re quite frankly fucked.
>”I see no reason to keep you around if you’re going to defy me. This will be most enjoyable.”
>Her horn starts to glow with magic.
>It was worth a try.
 
>You are Luna.
>Forced from control of your body, your form corrupted into one of great evil, you remain shackled in your mind.
>You lack any connection to the outside.
>Until now.
>A whirling portal appears before you, showing a sight that horrifies you.
>Anonymous stands defiant.
>Sparks occasionally fall across your vision.
>She was going to kill him.
>No.
>You strain against the chains binding you.
>No!
>The magial electricity arcs into the vision in front of you.
>NO!
>You watch as Anonymous is wracked with power and collapses.
 
“NOO!”
 
>You give one final pull and the chains shatter.
 
>You are Anonymous.
>And you are dead.
>Everything is cold and dark now.
>You’d always wondered how death would be.
>Here’s your answer.
>You can only hope your sacrifice was not in vain.
>You close your eyes and give.
 
>You look down at the toasted corpse in front of you.
>It happened because you weren’t strong enough.
>Your legs give out and you collapse to you knees, tears streaming down your face.
>This was all your fault.
>You’re so engulfed with grief you barely notice the approach of your sister and seven p0nies.
>You manage to look up.
>Your sister’s eyes are closed.
>It would seem she at least has the decency to respect your loss.
>There is some time of silence before your sister finally speaks.
>”Luna… I.. I’m sorry. For everything. I admit, I am the one at fault. I-!”
 
“No, dear sister, I am the one who is truly at fault. I was unable to fight her… and Anonymous paid the price.”
 
>Quiet once more.
 
 
>Unbeknownst to all parties, the strange device long forgotten and abandoned has changed.
>It senses its master’s death and knows that this is not his time.
>The strange object begins to glow, building up power.
>This would not be its master’s end.
>The drawer long unopened finally cracks, dust falling to the floor.
>Rays of red light come from the crack in the drawer.
 
 
>You are Princess Luna, she who raises the moon and rules the night.
>You are here with your sister, the new heralds to the Elements of Harmony (something you found out from your sister), and… that’s it.
>Even then, the heralds are only there because of their status.
>Where is here?
>Anonymous’s funeral.
>He’s buried with everything he owned.
>One thing was strange about that buckle; it had changed form, resembling a bird of prey, red in color.
>A Phoenix.
>It was odd, but you didn’t question it too much.
>You watch as his casket is lowered into the hole, a tombstone with his name on it at the head end.
>Magic made burying him a rather swift affair.
>Which was a good thing; you weren’t sure how long you could bear being here.
>While you had managed to smooth things over with your sister, things would never be the same without him.
>You were prepared for this day eventually; after all, unlike yourself he was but a mortal.
>From what he had told you of his kind, they had microscopic life spans compared to your own, usually not even 100 years of existence.
>But so soon, and at your own hooves…
>You knew him; he wouldn’t want you to dwell on his death.
>You’d become a new Mare for him.
>He was an outstanding individual; he was proud with an ego that brought him at odds with your sister a thousand years ago.
>You had to have some of that pride, no longer being a shadow.
>But after She took your place and conquered the land... the p0nies here were afraid of you.
>You lived before Anonymous, but you would have it worse living without him now.
 
 
>That night, all was not still within the casket.
>The boot on the cold, dead foot of Anonymous began to heat up before catching fire.
>It had begun.
 
>You shoot up with a gasp, taking your first breath in god knows how long.
>The casket is singed somewhat and the dirt covering the casket (not to mention the lid) was gone.
>You shakily crawl out of the hole in the ground, clawing your way back to the surface.
>You take note of the dirt on the ground; it’s been scattered for a good distance.
>The lid of the casket is actually in a tree nearby.
 
“Th’ hell happened?”
 
>You do a once over and notice something strange about your belt buckle.
>No longer is it the oversized abomination, but a firebird.
>Not bad.
>Damn cool actually.
>It’s also glowing.
>You put your hand on it and immediately pull back.
>Thing’s fucking hot!
>The glow fades.
>As you stumble about getting used to being alive again, you notice the scenery change.
>Suddenly, clouds are pink.
>Soap roads.
>What the actual fuck?
>You’re unfamiliar with the territory.
>Might just be part of this world you didn’t know about.
>You continue onward and things get crazier.
>This isn’t normal.
>You activate your wings and head for Canterlot.
>Thankfully the strange changes haven’t reached here yet.
>Suddenly, the sun goes down and the moon comes up.
>What the ACTUAL FUCK?!
>Concerned now you land at the front gates of the castle and hurry in.
>You immediately head to Luna’s quarters.
>Don’t even bother knocking.
 
“Luna!”
 
>She shoots awake and rubs her eyes.
>”Tis’ an illusion… it must be!”
 
“I’m real, I’m alive, and no I don’t know how. Some crazy shit’s goin’ down out there. Pink clouds, soap roads... ain’t normal, that’s fer’ sure.”
 
>One thing that you liked about her is that it was business before pleasure with her.
>Obviously she had questions to ask about you, and granted you were glad to see her again, but it seemed you were right; this isn’t normal.
>”Discord.”
>Wait.
>That was familiar, from long ago.
 
“Ya’ll mean that statue? How’s that causin’ all this?”
 
>”It means that he hath escaped. We can only hope that Our sister has gathered the Elements to combat him.”
 
“And what if she ain’t? What if somethin’ happens to em’?”
 
>She finishes donning her armor and begins to pace.
>She turns to you.
>”Then We shall send you. Use your strange weapon and combat Discord! Now, all that is left is to determine the source of all this madness!”
>She heads out to a balcony and you follow.
>Sure enough, there’s a spreading mass of pink in the distance.
>”Tis’ the small village of Ponyville. Tis’ not good at all.”
 
“What’s the problem?”
 
>”That is where the heralds reside. We fear he may have already reached the heralds and corrupted them.”
 
“Corrupted?”
 
>”Yes. Discord has the ability to turn one’s personality upside down, to reverse their being. The brave become cowards and the kind become cruel.”
>She looks at you with a worried expression.
>”Go. But be safe.”
>You nod and take off again.
>You realize that pink clouds aren’t just pink; they’re cotton candy.
>Okay, this is seriously stupid.
>You also notice the rain they produce is chocolate milk.
>Oh for the love of god… did this guy come from the ass backwards end of the internet?
>That, or just that shitty part of YouTube.
>Weren’t much on the internet yourself; used it for email and normal things.
>Still, every now and then Google would put strange things on YouTube’s related videos.
>Funny; they weren’t related at all.
>Thought train derailed you get lucky and manage to keep from flying through any clouds on your way down.
>No sign of those six p0nies you saw at the old Retreat.
>As you walk things just keep getting nuttier.
>Floating chunks of earth, cardboard cutout houses that tipped over with the slightest vibration…
>Okay, this guy was fucking insane.
>You use the term “guy” loosely.
>The statue definitely wasn’t human.
>What had it been called again?
>Dracone..something or other.
>Like hell it mattered to you.
>What mattered is that he was fucking shit up bad, and Luna had asked you to stop him in the stead of those six p0nies.
>Eventually you come upon the creature, sitting on a throne.
>He notices you and raises an eyebrow.
>”Oh? You aren’t a p0ny.”
 
“No, I ain’t. I’m here t’ send ya’ll packin’.”
 
>He laughs at you.
>”I don’t know who or WHAT you think you are, but you can’t possibly hope to defeat me! I’m not going anywhere!”
>Now you’re rustled.
>He materializes a glass from nowhere and you draw, shattering the item.
>Now you have his attention for sure.
>You line up another shot… but the bullet SWERVES.
>Another shot.
>This one does a loop-de-loop before soaring into atmosphere.
 
“What the hell!?”
 
>”This world is mine now; the physics you use with that strange weapon won’t work here!”
>God dammit.
>Fine then, time for some good old rough n’ tumble hand-to-hand fighting.
>You holster your weapon and charge the creature, taking a swing which it easily dodges with its long body, causing you to stumble.
>You turn and try and hit it again but it merely blocks your blow.
>The damn thing’s toying with you!
>You’re getting more pissed off with each strike be blocks.
>Suddenly he catches a punch and tosses you away.
>Except moon gravity.
>It’s like your falling in slow motion.
>When you finally hit dirt you get back up and growl.
>You weren’t gonna get beat by some freak of nature!
>You deploy your wings.
>Time to take this to the skies.
>You rush the sunnbitch and shove as you head upwards, tossing him away.
>Of course thanks to whatever the fuck he’s doing, gravity and physics tell you off and you come crashing back down to the ground.
>Slowly.
>THIS SONNOVA BITCH.
>You get back up just as he lands next to you.
>”Want to try again?”
>You grit your teeth and growl.
 
“Ah’m gonna break you down and watch you BURN!”
 
>With that last word your wings burst into flame.
 
“HOLY SHIT!”
 
>You notice the fire begin to encircle your right arm.
>Instinctively you try and shake it off.
>Then you realize something;
 
“It ain’t hot….”
 
>The creature has a surprised and intrigued look on his face.
>One you’re about to wipe off.
>You swing out your arm and a wave of flames goes over him.
>Yes, a wave of flames that turns into vibrant feathers when they hit him.
>THE FUCK?!
>You send another wave but the same thing happens.
 
“GAWD FUCKIN’ DAMMIT!!! JUST DIE!”
 
>You’re furious now.
>You’re so pissed you don’t notice the six p0nies from before come along.
>You don’t notice the rainbow turn Discord to stone.
>You don’t notice everything go back to normal.
>Aaaand there goes the cork bottling the rage.
>Flames erupt from around you and send out a wave of fire.
>Buildings catch ablaze, stands are incinerated instantly, more than a few p0nies are running around with their manes and tails ablaze.
>You pant, finally starting to cool off.
>The fire starts to recede… into your belt buckle.
>”A-anon… h-how did you… why are you… what was THAT?!”
>It was the purple one, Twilight.
>You look at the destruction.
>Thankfully the p0nies had all managed to find out ways to douse themselves, and the Pegasai were coming to put out the flames on the buildings.
>Nice job, Anon.
>”Anonymous!”
>It’s sunshine.
>Welp, now you’re fucked.