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// Intermission #2 
// Story: Oathbound 
// by ChronicleStone 
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Canterlot
May 1, 2:30 AM

The moon hung low over the city, bathing the spires of the palace in its pale blue glow.  The stars glistened in the sky, dancing their way from horizon to horizon without a care to be had.  The stillness of the night was complete; a soothing environment for even the most restless soul.
Or so it should have been.
From a lonely room, one pony stood, staring out over the slumbering city, gazing anxiously at the crescent moon that slowly sank to the horizon in the distance.  The drowsiness he should have been feeling had never taken hold on him.  The thought of sleep was abhorrent to him.  He had no use for it.
The moon.  That glorious, beautiful, magnificent moon.  Every day for countless eons, it had risen and set in a predictable pattern.
Those days were over.
A cruel smile stretched across the face violet face of the unicorn.  He couldn’t help it.  His ancestors had waited centuries for this day.  Even he had waited patiently, biding his time for years on end, watching the passage of time until the opportune moment had presented itself.  And it had.
In a few hours’ time, the sun would inevitably rise into the sky, driving the moon back into hiding for another spell of daylight.  “You had best cherish those hours of sunlight,” the unicorn hissed.  “Every pony in Equestria will remember this day, but not for the sunlight.”
The moonlight gleamed off his white mane, but as it fell upon his eyes, it vanished, swallowed by the black pits of his pupils.  “You will all remember the day that the Ghost restored Princess Luna to her rightful place as the true leader of Equestria!” he said triumphantly, heedless of any nearby ears.  His voice was the fuel of nightmares to the slumbering ponies of Canterlot.
“None shall forget the Day of the Moon.”