Whispers

by Fire-Dash

Exile

Exile.

The moon is a barren place.
It's dark and dead and cold.
I'm drifting.

Drifting.

It has been ten days since my exile. Ten days since my sister, the holy giver of light, sentenced me to eternity on this wretched rock. I vowed not to talk to myself for fear of losing my mind but I've already broken that rule. I started speaking to myself a mere five days after my sentence. I used the Royal We in my speech out of habit but I see no use for it now. Who am I speaking for? Where are my subjects? Am I to be addressing the loyal rocks of the moon?

Are rocks really all I have left?

I have to keep talking.
Keep talking.
I still have a voice.
I still speak for myself.

Even when there's no one to hear me....

The loneliness is what bothers me most. But it matters not. I am the Princess of the Night. I am Luna. I will go on. Even when the ponies of Equestria rose up against me. Even when my own sister imprisoned me on the moon. Even when my heart is broken, my spirit crushed. I will go on.

Ten days.
Ten days is nothing.
Ten days is a speck.

I feel nothing. Nothing at all.

How long can my sister hold a grudge?
How long can she deny me my night?
My love?

She is the good and beautiful Celestia.
She is loved by all.

By all.

She will let me go.

For now, I am alright. I feel grand.

Just grand.

I will admit to breaking down on my second day. It felt too heavy to hold in. The tears were rolling down my cheeks before I had a chance to acknowledge them. Waking up to this wasteland was... it was a little more than I could bear. I tried to free myself and light down in the misty haze of the night below, but I failed. It was then that I realized what happened was real.

I flew too close to the sun, and my dreams burnt to ash.

It's all ash.

Oh, why is the moon so cold?
Shivering.
Nothing helps.

There are no blankets here,
and the only pillows are stone.

I only wanted to be loved....

"Enough!" I shout, rising up on my back legs. "Enough!" I feel the word burn in my chest. It comes out with a force that nearly knocks me off my hooves. I am not sure who I'm shouting at. I'm not sure why I feel the need to do this.

But it feels so good.

"Enough!" The air rushes out of my lungs, filling the body of the word. I throw it across the plains with all my might, and it echoes back to me from the other side of the moon. I feel satisfied but dizzy. I forgot to breathe.

I take a breath.

And it all comes back.
Crashing down on me,
forcing me to all fours.

I'm sinking.

I want to cry.

I see my sister.
Angry,
terrified,
concerned,
furious.

I've gone too far.
It was too much this time.

Why can't they love my night?
Why can't they love me too?

The ponies are all cowering around me.
All whimpering.
Eyes wide with fear.
They flinch with every movement I make,
every word I speak.

They are afraid of me.

And my sister-
My sister stares me down.
She raises her head, summons her power
and magic blazes all around me.

I fight back.
I'm so angry.
So frustrated.
So jealous.

Enough, sister!
Enough!
They will love my night!
They will have to.
It will surround them.

Forever.

Forever.... forever... forever....

I'm trapped here forever.

It isn't fair. Did I ask to be the younger sister? Did I ask to exist in the shadow of such a beloved soul? Did I ask to be shunned and lonely and cold forever? Who is there to love the night? Who is there to sleep while the world is warm and wake when it is serene and beautiful? Why do so many shun the dark? It is in darkness that a light shines brightest. It is in darkness that the world is calm. The night is beautiful.

But the moon is nothing more than a reflection of the brilliance that is the sun.

"Enough!"

I fall to my knees, closing my eyes. I will shut it out. Shut it all out. I need to stop the regrets, the memories, the cold. I am fine. I feel grand. I feel as strong as the moon and as bright as the stars.

I am Luna.

I am the Princess of the Night.

All the sky is my home. In dreams I lift my wings and they carry me away. They catch a strong current and I'm off into space, gliding on stardust, drifting into the atmosphere. I land atop the highest point in the kingdom and drape the curtain of night over the sun-scarred land. I smile and wave and bow as the ponies rejoice. I raise the stars in bunches like fireworks and put on a little show. I must let the public know how much I appreciate them. I must show them what kind of leader I would be. I unfurl my wings and glide down to the ground, where my subjects await. "We are the night!" I exclaim in my royal tone and raise the moon high, in one solid burst. It soars across the sky and slows only when it reaches the peak. The public roars. I smile and my sister walks over. She places a hoof on my back and there are tears in her eyes. Tears like the ones she shed the first time I rose the moon. She's proud of me. She thinks I'd make a good leader. A kind leader. A fair leader. She wants me to-

She wants me to....

And then the dream fades away.

I open my eyes.

Darkness.

I want to go home.

Comments

[MerlosTheMad]

This is about what I would expect of this premise.

It didn't disappoint. ^^ Good job, you should write something happy to balance out the sad.

[Fire-Dash]

2494198 Heh, well, I only recently noticed that all my stories on this site so far fall under "Sad", "Dark", or both (I don't always write those, but they just happen to be the ones I put on here). Well, you write what comes to you. Perhaps the idea for a happy story will come to me some time. For now, though, my muse is high for this story and when your muse is high you don't question it.

Anyway, thanks! This one's in a style I'm a bit more comfortable with.

[MerlosTheMad]

2494227

Minimalist can tell quite a good story, I should try writing it sometime.

[Legiondude]

An excellent start

[Fire-Dash]

2494318 Thank you.

[alexiszocco]

i like it ! :) keep on

[ThyPrincessOfTheNight]

We very much approve. Thy has good writing talent hoof servant and a good grasp of characters.
We look forward to the rest of thy story.

[AugustRush]

Wow...