NOTE: This continues directly after the story "Anon and Discord Throw Down".
 
>You are Princess Luna, she who controls the moon and stars.
>After you fell for the temptations of evil, you were exiled for a millennium on the very same moon you rose each night.
>It has been perhaps a year since you were freed from the veil of madness that blinded you for so long.
>It has been perhaps a year since you reclaimed your rightful place by Celestia's side.
>You reflect on that year with a sad smile that doesn't reach your eyes.
>Though you were no longer under Nightmare Moon's influence, you were still bitter and unwilling to be open with anyone, save your sister.
>That didn't change until a month ago, at the most.
>You gaze at the comatose figure laid upon his back on the bed, inert, and save for the rise and fall of his chest, seemingly lifeless.
>It was a month ago that Anon arrived in your world.
>It was a month ago that you two had spoken on his balcony, your first true conversation with someone who wasn't your sister.
>You give a remorseful sigh, as you remember how the human snapped at you, told you that you needed to stop wallowing in your own self-pity.
>It was a month ago that Anon managed to, somehow, open you up.
>It was a month ago that Anon had become your first true friend.
>And now it has been three days since his fateful duel with Discord.
>Three days since he was last awake.
>Three days since you've learned that even with the thorough beating Anon dished out, Discord still got the last laugh.
>You feel a familiar wave of bitter anger rise from within you, and smash one hoof down in frustration.
>You are the second most powerful pony in Equestria, matched only by your sister!
>And yet...
>You nudge his limp form, hoping that he will respond, but knowing what will happen.
>Nothing.
>You had all this power at your disposal...
>And yet you could do nothing to help your dearest friend.
>Your ears perk up at the soft clopping of hooves on tile behind you.
>You have no need to turn, you know who it is.
>Only one other pony wore horseshoes like yours.
>"Any luck?" your sister asks, as she draws up beside you.
No... nothing. He's the same as he has been.
>You find the words hard to say.
>The lump in your throat is making that happen quite nicely.
>You feel a warm, soft wing wrap itself around you, as Celestia draws you in close.
>"You need to be strong, Luna. I know it's hard for you to see him like this, but there's nothing we can do to help. All we can do is have faith in him."
>You manage to tear your eyes away from his limp form to look your sister in the eye.
I haven't lost any faith, but I just want to...
>"I know you want to help."
>Your sister sighs, gazing down upon the human.
But I can't, I know.
>You practically spit out the words.
I just wish we could at least know what happened to him... What did Discord /do/?
>"Discord..."
>Celestia furrows her brows in a thoughtful frown.
>"Do you think he could be the cause of this?" she asks.
Well... yes. Judging from Anon's levels of stamina through past physical tests... Sister, I don't think that this is just him being exhausted. At the very least, I would guess that he would at least have awakened a day and a half ago. But...
>You concentrate, horn glowing with arcane power.
>A moment later, you release the magic in a pulse that spreads throughout the room.
I can't find any trace of his influence. Discord's, I mean.
>Celestia nods, understanding your dilemma.
>"Let me try." She says, as her own pulse scans the room.
>You don't understand what difference it would make if she did it, bu--
>Her eyes widen in surprise.
>Well then, guess she found something after all.
>Nudging Anon with her head, she manages to roll him onto his stomach.
What are you--
>"I've found something, she says, horn glowing once more.
>Out from under Anon's shirt emerges a sticky note, written in ancient runes.
>"KICK ME" Celestia says aloud, tone reflecting how annoyed you both were.
>the were, however, more lines under that.
>"Well, looks like I've finally figured out how to corrupt you and your fighting spirit! You put up a good one, Anon, but as I always, Chaos wins in the end. Of course, you won't be reading this, will you?
>"Well then, My Dear Princesses, I'm afraid I've sent your precious warrior on a little trip. And I have my doubts that he'll be returning to you any time soon.
>-Discord"
>"P.S. You'll probably be seeing him soon, once I deal with you two. Tell him to say hi to the family for me."
>...
>"Well, that explains a lot." Celestia says, stunned.
>You are unable to form words.
>To use a term of Anon's, "Your jimmies have been most thoroughly rustled."
Discord has...
>"Managed to separate Anon's spirit from his body." Celestia says, finishing your sentence for you.
>Evidently, he didn't manage to completely sever Anon's connection, seeing as his body was still alive.
Well, I guess that answers that question.
>Celestia nods.
>"Indeed it does."
>you spend the next few hours letting this revelation sink in.
>You could do nothing to save Anonymous.
>Nor could your sister.
>Nor could any unicorn.
>Nor any medicine.
>The only one who could save Anon now...
>You gaze out into the night sky you had worked so hard to create, that Anon always loved to see.
>And you breathe the message to him, wherever he may be.
The only person you can save you...
Is yourself.
-------ANON'S PERSPECTIVE-------
>The first thing that tells you that you're awake is the pain.
>Fuck, everything aches. What happened, did you get run over by an angry Big Mac?
>No, but you fought the personification of chaos itself. /That/ might have something to do with it.
>You sit up, opening your eyes.
>You're greeted with way too much red for your comfort. Everywhere you look, a miasma of crimson dominates your vision.
>Grumbling, you rub the blurriness out of your eyes even as you rise to your feet.
>And you take a look at your surroundings once more.
Oh, god /dammit./
>So you've arrived to see red skies, with ash and lava everywhere, atop a hill where it appears people have been slain en masse, on account of all the bones, with a couple of raging volcanoes in the background.
>Turning, you see something that stands out. >Instead of something colored red, orange, yellow or grayish black, you find yourself reading a plain old brown, wooden sign.
>"WELCOME TO FUCKIN' TARTARUS!"
>"Hope you like eternal damnation!"
>...
Fuck.