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Nebulus


No sequels.

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Time and again, against her parents wishes, a young rascal escapes her room with intent. It's something related to Canterlot castle, but she won't tell them what, no matter how many times they drag her home. No matter how many times she loses her nerve and turns back herself.

Tonight she's making her final attempt, and this time she won't fail.

No matter how much the moon scares her.

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Comments ( 4 )

Really underrated; I loved it.

After a decade on this site and hundreds of Luna stories it is super rare to see an interpretation of Luna I’ve never seen before.

You managed it and managed it well. Well done.

You wrote another story that was superb!

She nodded along with her liberal use of the word “ergo”. It had sounded like the sort of thing upper-class ponies said, so she’d been sure to pepper it throughout the text as much as possible. Hopefully the Princess would appreciate her efforts.

i really loved this bit!

The alicorn did not move from her position. Had she seen Aniseed? She didn’t know. If she had, then fleeing was pointless. She would never escape. Everyone at school had heard the tales of the beast that now lurked within Canterlot Palace since the Summer Sun Celebration. The surreptitious ‘sister’ of Her Highness. The mare of myth, the black mark on the throne’s honour. The pony that father would whisper dreadful things about to mother under his breath.

fascinating exploration of how Luna would appear at this time in the eyes of the citizenry, love it

For all intents and purposes, she was painting in the dark.

title drop!

The alicorn was staring down directly at her, her expression unreadable. Aniseed held her gaze, a rabbit before a dragon.

ah, such great imagery

The Princess hadn’t even said “ergo” yet and she was already lost.

i laughed out loud at this, great callback!

I see the same behaviour in Canterlot ponies, even after all these centuries. My sister adores her subjects, she is a mother to them, but she still does not push them like I once did.

ugh yes making the conflict between sisters about the philosophy of governance i love it

“I... was exiled because I thought I could do better. I thought the soft, fat ponies of yore would thrive in a world of hardship. A world cut off from the sun. I thought, If they would not improve themselves willingly, if they would not embrace my night, then I would force it upon them. I would see them evolve into something greater in a world of darkness. Through suffering, they would become unstoppable. I was wrong.”

this aligns with my thinking so much that i am so happy to see someone outline it better than i ever could

“Luna?”

“Hm?”

“What does ‘ergo’ mean?”

“I haven’t the faintest clue.”

callbacks this good shouldn't be legal!

The End.

such a beautiful work, there is no wonder at all that TCC56 recommended it. now this is how you do OC stories. thank you so much for it!

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