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// The Wait 
// Story: He Who Loves Nightmares 
// by xCrossx 
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The Wait



        We arrive at the castle and fly through an absent window, all of them having been transferred to the Canterlot Castle about a thousand years ago. I release the magic and drop with a thunk, creating little craters in the floor. Nightmare Moon follows behind me with more grace and the soft clops of her hooves.

I glance around the ancient throne room. At one end is the double rotten doors, the other is a stone throne with a very faded cutie mark just off center; Celestia had taken her throne to Canterlot with her. In the center is the pedestal with the Elements, which I had only paid attention to on my first visit. I stand next to it while Nightmare Moon, of course, goes to her throne.

I flashback to the days I admired the night sky, marveling at each star glittering, wondered about that big, round moon. I loved the night. Then came its Princess' banishment. And the night just wasn't the same; the stars were there, but bland. And the moon, oh, it /couldn't/ shine like it once had, what, with that giant shadow on it. I remember the days as I mourned what had become of the night and its Princess. And then I moved on to prepare for her return.

I snap back to reality as I hear the Bearer's voices. Finally.