Hungry
We trotted down the hall to the throne room. 'Tia should be holding court for our little ponies. We opened the throne room doors. We walked in to see our sister, 'Tia. She was debating with one of our little ponies.
"Please," 'Tia spoke, "We must set the sun, and our sister, Luna, must raise the moon. Fare thee well, faithful subject!" 'Tia trotted over to us and nodded whist smiling gently. We followed our sister to our balconies of our separate chambers. 'Tia torched her horn with her yellow candle{1}. We torched our horn with our blue candle.
'Tia slowly set her sun, and we rose our moon. Our ponies would rest another night while ignoring our sky. Our soothing, beautiful sky of night that held protective eyes{2}...
We felt sadness pang our heart. Why would 'Tia's and our faithful subjects ignore us, but adore her?
'Tia trotted over to our chamber. She smiled, for each of our nights, we relaxed while we watched the eye-stars with 'Tia. We snuggled into her.
"We love thou, 'Tia," we whispered.
"And we love thou as well, Lulu," replied 'Tia.
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We were soaring our night sky, in order to scout for interference. There was nothing. Just ponies in their huts sleeping and shunning our sky of night for not providing them with a bright light or life-giving warmth. Even though our eye-stars in the sky of night provided them with a glorious gala{3}.
Our ponies danced{4} and worked during our sister's day.
Each of our nights were ignored and cursed, for lack of the sun.
Jealousy joined the sadness that pang our heart. Why can't our little ponies love us like our sister?
Are we doing something incorrect? Do we not interact with our subjects enough? We drew in our breath.{5}
We try to interact, but our subjects flee for an unknown reason. Are we too different from them?
Our sadness reigned our mind and heart for the rest of our night.
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'Tia was starting to ignore us as her work got busier. She no longer watched the eye-stars with us. But it was for our ponies. Wasn't it? We hope so, for we still haven't spoke to 'Tia of my shunning and loneliness.
'Tia was holding court again. Our little ponies never... *choke* ... never requested us for court.
Are we not as impressive as 'Tia? We trotted through the halls of Everfree Castle. Our castle servants cowered at our sight.
Are we not worthy of positive affection? The guards tensed up, frightened, as we trotted past.
Are... Are we a monster of a sort? We trotted up to a window nearby. Our little ponies were dancing in the sun's rays.
Are we not as superior or as compassionate as our sister, 'Tia?
The sadness in our heart grew, and jealousy flared up a bit.
Did we put our ponies' innocent lives at risk by us being alive?
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We were resting on our bed, heartbroken and jealous.
Our little ponies do not love us. Our little ponies despise our beautiful sky of night. Our little ponies... No. 'Tia's little ponies only loved her, and they did not love anypony else. Am I not generous? Am I not honest? Do I not give laughter to the little ponies?
Our jealousy became as big as a hearth's flame. Our sadness attempted to douse it to no avail. Anger suddenly surfaced as sadness was weakened to a trickle.
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Are we not the ponies' princess?
We wept quietly in our room as our sadness morphed into anger, and our jealousy ruled us. We were hungry for positive affection...
... And positive affection is what thou will receive if thou trusts us...
... We shall trust thou...
Our jealousy of 'Tia grew to as big as a witch's fire{6}
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We let our anger and jealousy build, until we were strong. We refused to leave our chamber, but we continued raising and lowering the moon. Slowly, our body achieved a balance with the voice that promised us positive affection.
Our coat turned to a beautiful, obsidian black. Our mane and tail transformed it a small, blue nebula, that gave us the ability to become one with air. Our eyes turned into turquoise dragon eyes. Our flank's birthmark turned purple from its former black. Our cutie mark was still a crescent moon.
Now, in order for us to achieve positive affection, we must make the night last eternal, so that our little ponies may admire our sky of night without the sun interfering.
Thou's plan is perfect, Master Miasma...
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We trotted towards the court room with an illusion spell upon our body to cover the changes. We opened the doors and found 'Tia conversing with one of her little ponies. We forced a phony smile upon our face to cover our anger and jealousy. The pony left; 'Tia gazed over at me.
"Luna," she called, "what happened to thou? Nopony has seen thou for quite a spell{7}."
"Oh," we replied. "Well, we have thought for a spell or two, and we decided that there can only be one princess of Equestria..." 'Tia's eyes widened. "... and that princess will be US!!!!
Our eyes flickered white. We stomped our front hooves on the ground. A crack appeared on the wall behind us. It broke revealing the sun "in all of its glory." We flew up and covered the sun with our moon. The moon turned red, and our illusion spell immediately shed. Fangs grew from our mouth.
Yes... We have achieved perfect harmony... Good job, pet. We were startled by this. Pet? Then, we had no control of our body. Master Miasma had lied to us...
And now we must pay for our horrible decision. All because we were hungry... Hungry for affection that our innocent sister, 'Tia, unknowingly took from us...
Why did we have to be hungry?