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Chapter I

Princess Nightshine Moon, middle child of deceased Commander Hothead and Princess Platinum, Sister to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, aunt to Prince Blueblood, and dear friend to Zecora. Once called Nightmare Moon, a name she herself dubbed upon herself due to her possessed time. Once herself possessed by the "Worst of all Evils" to posses her younger sister, Princess Luna, a deed of which she is ashamed. And now she resides in Canterlot, ruling alongside her sisters.

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"Princess Nightshine?"

Nightshine immediately awoke, then opened the door of her room to see one of the servant ponies there.

"Your breakfast, Princess Nightshine." Nightshine took the tray and carried it to her bed. She sat down, her starry mane flowing alongside her, and she munched on apples and carrots while planning out her day.

"Tomorrow is Nightmare Night, so I'll have to go there for my special appearance..." She chuckled. There was another knock on her door a moment before Princess Luna appeared.

"Hello, sister," She said quietly. Nightshine looked up to see her sister.

"Oh, hello, Luna."

"May I go with you to Ponyville tomorrow? I have a great costume. Oh, and the Shadowbolts are doing a performance with the Wonderbolts after lunch." Luna stated.

"Hmm? Yes, you may come with me to Ponyville." Nightshine said, standing up.

"I have to go do some business, Luna." She said, trotting out of the room. Luna popped up behind her.

"Can I come?" She asked, her purple eyes wide.

"No." Nightshine said.

"It's....private business."

"Oh. Well, bye!" Luna said abruptly, trotting off in the direction of Celestia's room. Suddenly a cry arose near where Luna left.

"Luna!" Nightshine heard Celestia say calmly, yet at the same time frazzled. Nightshine did a lopsided smile; Luna was not the most graceful pony, and at times she was rather accident-prone; then she flew off in the direction of the Shadowbolt's regal and majestic training center.

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When she arrived, there was a lone Shadowbolt there, zipping around the stormy track, his mane flying in the wind, his wings stretched out. Nightshine felt her heart flutter. She hadn't felt like this since....forever. The Shadowbolt stopped his racing and flew in front of Nightshine.

"Princess Nightshine." He said in his deep voice as he scooped up her hoof and kissed it.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Nightshine nearly blushed, then straightened her face.

"The Shadowbolts are my responsibility; therefore, I am obliged to visit often."

"Not this early in the morning." He said. Nightshine nearly swooned.

"I--I--you were very fast, Stratus." Nightshine said.

Stratus looked at her, his blue hair slightly quavering. He fluttered lightly and kissed her on the forehead. Nightshine looked at him.

"This is a crime." She said.

"But that only makes it better." Stratus said. Nightshine kissed Stratus lightly.

"It will be our secret." She said.

"A thousand years is a long time, my dear Princess Nightshine." Then they both shot into the skies together, their flowing manes and dark pelts matching each others through the golden morning sky. And as the sun rose, their bodies eclipsed some of the sun, for the legends were coming true.

Betrayal comes in many shapes and sizes, and the packaging is never the same.

Love grows strong, yet hatred grows stronger.

As the ponies landed on a cloud, they walked side by side, tails swishing, tails swaying, as their slender legs carried them from cloud to cloud, their magnificent wings flying through the air. The settled on a cloud, their legs dangling, as they looked each other in the eyes.

"Canterlot is so beautiful in the morning..." Nightshine said. Stratus merely nodded. Nightshine sighed as her mane flowed in the early morning breeze. She rest her head on her hooves.

"I love everything about you," Stratus said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Your mane, your coat, your voice, your grace..." He looked deep into her eyes. Those deep, blue eyes. He gave her a kiss. "Your eyes." He said. He laid his own head upon his hooves. Then Nightshine looked at the position of the sun.

"Oh dear..." She muttered.

"I'm nearly late for a meeting!" She said, soaring in the air, then surveying Canterlot, giving Stratus and sorry look, and then flying home to the castle.

And Stratus watched her depart before going his own way.

Love is truly strange.

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"The clouds will be our home"

"The stars our guide"

"Our love will last forever"

"Through the day and through the night"

"Oh shining moon oh shining sun"

"Our secret shall be safe with the stars"

"For our love is dangerous yet it is true"

"For the night is where I love you"

"And this is what I say"

"Come meet me my lover"

"When the clouds are grey"

"And the skies are crying"

"For our love is strong"

"Forever"

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Discorded Q

Discorded Q #1 · Feb 29th, 2012 · · ·

This is fast... WAY to fast. Slow it down partner... the prologue could be longer... [implying]

If you don't know me, then you wont get the imply, meaning I could help.

Q Out...

The Nightmare

The Nightmare #2 · Feb 29th, 2012 · · ·

274641

Thanks for the criticism. I'll make the next chapters slower. I'm not good at romance stories, this is my first one, so...

Discorded Q

Discorded Q #3 · Feb 29th, 2012 · · ·

274651 Hey, that's alright... but trust me. That prologue could be way better... That's where I come in.

Discorded Q

Discorded Q #4 · Feb 29th, 2012 · · ·

Also, one thing that strikes me as odd... How long do Zebras live?! She'd be like... over 1030 years old!

The Nightmare

The Nightmare #5 · Feb 29th, 2012 · · ·

Oh. I didn't think about that part... x3 They usually live about 20 years in real life...I'll have to rethink that part. The mane six would all be extremely old, or rather, dead, so...hmm.

Discorded Q

Discorded Q #6 · Feb 29th, 2012 · · ·

Okay, this is the re-written prologue, You know how it goes yours first, then mine.

YOURS:

"So as you can see, Nightmare Moon, the power of friendship cannot be defeated! Not by magic, or hatred, or turning one against another!" Shouted Twilight Sparkle, as the necklaces of each pony started glowing. The sixth element floating above her head turned into a crown. And each pony was lifted into the air, harnessing the Elements of Harmony. "What? That's not possible! Nooooooo!" Nightmare Moon shouted, backing up before becoming enveloped in a rainbow. And Nightmare Moon was defeated once more, yet again locked into the moon.

(I didn't include the second part, mostly because it's a chapter on it's own.)

MINE:

Imprisoned again… as she had been for nearly 900 years… she thinks… she lost count around year 847. Those dreaded Elements… she had lost to them again. Nightmare Moon sighed, though it is difficult to without any air. The moon is cold, hard, dry, void and desolate. She wasn’t that annoyed at getting imprisoned as she was being isolated… That was the most horrible and cruel punishment anypony could be sentenced with. The moon was far, but it was just close enough to see what goes on in the world. She sat there, silently watching the ponies as they played through the day, silently watching as time went on.

A thousand years is a long time… too long for anypony to bear. She almost completely lost the plot the first time is happened. She tried to breath in, her lungs expanded, but nothing went in. One of the things she missed most, not the land, not the ponies, but air… that simple luxury evaded her once and it is again. She yarns for it, to fill her soul with the air of the world.

A thousand years is a long time to wait… to think… Nightmare Moon has spent 2 thousand year periods of isolation. Though it took from her the air, the grass, and the life around her… it gave her time think. Not about anything in particular, just thinking. She’d let her mind wander around while her body was in a sub-conscious state. She avoided topics like revenge, jealousy, anger and hate… she’d already spent 1000 years on that, and look where that got her. No… she decided to think of other more useful things, emotions, isolation, time, magic, energy, dimensions… but the main things… forgiveness and love… two things she wished for, yearned for, longed for… to be forgiven by everyone and everypony, but mostly, Luna… The one she captured and used for her own evil wishes. The one she dragged up here and spent 1000 years plotting revenge… against what? She can’t remember.

How long has it been? 700? 800? 950 years, she can’t remember. She hasn’t bothered to. She was too busy thinking. That was until she felt her magic slowly return to her. Her time is up, 1000 years in solitude, 1000 years in waiting… and 2000 years to make up for. Her magic is back… for what felt like the first time in 2000 years, she smiled, not an evil smile, a general, heart filled smile… She was ready to come back. So she did. Her horn glowed with midnight blue energy; she vanished in a dark purple haze and travelled in the direction back to her world… to her home… to Luna.

It worked, her magic worked, she rematerialized in the world. With her form completed, she sucked in. She breathed in through her muzzle; she felt her lungs fill with the air, glorious, glorious air. She exhaled, feeling the air rush out of her throat. It’s good to be back… She thought to herself. She inhaled again, and then exhaled. She could’ve stayed like that for another thousand-year sentence and she couldn’t care less. Her mind felt a million times better with the newly acquired oxygen, as if a dreaded haze cleared from her mind. She sighed. How glad she was she could do that again. She felt like a filly again and how much she wanted to jump around and land in the grass, to play in the long grass… to feel the grass on her fur, but now is not the time for herself. She had someone to apologize to. She gave her wings an experimental flap, and she noticed how stiff they were. Not using them for a thousand years would do that to you. She flapped them slowly a few more times, feeling the air around them, how the air rolled off her midnight black feathers. How she missed the air.

She chuckled. She flapped her wings hard as she lifted into the air. She had somewhere to go, and she wasn’t going to teleport. She followed her magic as it led her to Luna, it wasn’t going to be easy… but then again… neither was being trapped on the moon for two thousand years. She was her own pony, and she was going to make things right. She chuckled again, Oh it’s so good to be back…

So she apologized, but that's a new chapter entirely.

Q out...

The Nightmare