//------------------------------// // Alone in the universe // Story: The Harmony to be Returned // by graceyadorable //------------------------------// Luna ascended the stairs up to Twilight's bedroom loft. She had become to recently come to realize that ever since she had been freed from the moon, no pony had ever seen her for the princess she is. Luna was thought of as NightMare Moon, the mealious mare of darkness. The green eyed monster lured around Luna in her youth and when that dredful day happened, ponies only remembered her for her old self. Ordinarily she would have been more than ready to hit the hay, but she couldn't feel the sleep come over her body. Princess Luna strode over to a cupboard in the treehouse loft. She started to open it when a thought seemed to occur to her. The Princess of the Night gathered a pool of silver out from her head. Her magic gently encased the memory in a royal blue glow as she carried it over to the pensieve. The pensieve the alicorn poured the memory into was odd. It looked like it was made from seaweed for one. And it was interwoven with several different things: - there was this feather that crackled with energy, what looked like a strand of changeling hair and this beautiful glowing flower interlocked in the weave of the basket-like pensieve. "Hey,Luna! Can you please explain how anything happening involves us?" Asked Applebloom whom was assending the stair case to visit the princess. Applebloom and compony could not grasp the concept of what the elements were in Twilight's house. Luna seemed to be a daze when she was around the cutie mark crusaders and the dragon. Then at the top, she shielded her eyes with her right hoof for the bright shing light coming from the room before her. Luna looked behind towards the orage filly and motioned with her soft motherly wing to come forward. The filly obeyed. In a flash the two were swept up in a smokey white fog. Wondering what was taking Applebloom so long, Scootaloo dashed up the staircase towards the bedroom to find neither her friend or blue alicorn anywhere. "Sweet Celestia!!" screamed Scootaloo. She ran down stairs to tell Spike and Sweetie Belle what had happened to their friend. Applebloom opened here eyes to see Luna on the moon crying. The filly tried to move but her hooves were glued to the rockey surface below her. Luna appeared right beside her on the rocky landscape. She gestured now with her hoof towards the misty vision of Luna in her youth. "Is this you..' Applebloom paused and then finished her question, 'When you were banished long ago?" The princess nodded. She looked down at her younger self. Fear,terror, and confusion was in the young Luna's eyes: not yet grasping what had happened. Young Luna pondered and was trying to figure out why everything prior was a blur. Tears trickled down the young pony's cheeks when she looked out at her old home that she was now banished from. The voice of Luna's conscience from back then blasted through the dreary landscape. It told of the story of her struggle with her own self and her banishment. I spent a thousand years mourning and found no virtue in it. I found no solace or resolution to our conflict. I mourned for what could have been; what I could have been..." The whole concept of will, good or ill, is irrelevant when speaking of beings such as ourselves. Our actions are not to be questioned by those who we allow to live. We are gods, my precious sister, and gods must be strong. They believe you to be the stronger one. The more beautiful and glorious. They are merely blinded by the illusion your sun casts upon them. I see through it sister. I see through your warm words and soft embraces. I see the poison in your heart; its grotesque stench still burns my lungs. Now I wait and watch from this tower in which I have been so conveniently placed. What was your reasoning? To ease me gently back into the loving arms of our ponies? Ha! More likely your pathetic attempt to control that which can never be constrained. Remember that the darkness is the ocean in which light has the privilege in swimming. The universe is an ocean without a shore, and with no where to rest, your light will inevitably drown. That was always your problem, Celestia. The truth was the one sound you tuned out. Perhaps that is incorrect. Yes, you heard the truth sweet sister, but only after you had skewed it to your liking. Only after you had fed it to the maggots that grovel after you. Woe is me for my precious little Luna hath been taken by a demon. Do not hate her my little ponies! Do not shun away the sad little being that is my sister. Pity her and give her your false comforts. Damn you, Celestia... Like an eternity of water against stone they have eroded away the firm walls of this city. Like a storm they have moved with surprising haste and poured endless death upon your ponies. Yet now the queen of these monsters delays. The head is upon the block and the axe has been lifted with purpose, and she delays! Mind your surroundings. It is a lesson every living thing must eventually learn or it will perish. I am fearful myself. I am fearful of the elements…I welcome these fears. At the very least I can say that I am not blind as you are. I see and recognize what may actually pose a threat. Unlike you I will not hide or banish such things. I will end them…in time. Priorities come first, Celestia. There are times where I wonder why I was destined to such hatred. What actions did I commit that warranted such feelings? A millennia gives you much time to think sister. We are no longer the same, Celestia. We have both looked at that forsaken sky. The shadowy dust of old suns glowing deep inside with young light. New stars being born. Planets condensing like rain, covering themselves almost immediately in a velvet of life. When we were young, we saw a universe filled with threat and constant danger. It took the Regal Mother to teach us it was more beautiful than we could bear... Beauty second only to her own. I realize now that even our mother was susceptible to corruption. I turned away from her false truth and now all I see are the colors of nightmare. Every star turned against me. I once asked why... Why has the sum of my entire existence been defined by struggle? Why must I continue to climb a peakless mountain? We are both gods and yet I still climb to reach you sister. I climbed at the beginning and I climb now yet you still stand in a heaven that is unreachable. I asked why when my own sister allowed our ponies to love only her and despise me. I asked why when I noticed it is you who inherited the shining beauty of our mother while I remained in shadow unseen. I asked why... "Make it stop, please!" Applebloom yelled at the scene before her very own hooves. The negative energy and dispair was corrupting the young pony. Luna stopped the vision and Applebloom opened her eyes to find herself back in the library. Spike, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo stood in fear upon there return.