Jack Noir is Best Pony

You know it's true

Oh and for those who bothered to click, and who, you know, care about the story.
Here's a preview of the new Nightmare Woon , Act 1, Prologue. In rough form, so don't expect anything book worthy.

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Afternoon moonlight lit the broken edges of the ancient Castle of the Two Sisters. Millennia ago the worn away bricks were accompanied by silver plating, glued firmly to the floor by application of the finest and freshest cements from Saddle Arabia. In the cool glow of night, the moon's gentle beams could light the abode like no candle could hope to. That all went away when Discord turned on the sisters, reducing the land to wild frenzy of living vines and beasts.

Now it served as the broken battleground between light and dark. Nightmare Moon's form rose triumphantly over the gaggle of ponies below. They all looked so pathetic beneath her. With a quick wave or stomp of her hooves she could have painted the walls red with their inferior blood. Their pathetic quest of "friendship" made her want want to laugh and spit on their corpses as she slew their families, and she would have were a spiral of cosmic energy not falling on her head.

"No! No! Noooo!" Shrieked an ink-black alicorn.

Holy light formed a vortex around her, burning away any scab of flesh unfortunate enough to touch the blinding walls. She had come so close! But, just as last time, her scum of a sister had to have her way. No. There was still one chance. She wouldn't die. Only sun-loving mortal ponies died, she was no mere pony, she was Nightmare Moon! She just hoped she had enough time.

Breathing in, she prepared to let the Elements of Harmony take her to Tartarus. Bands of light whipped against her skin, taking chunks of meat with them. She did not bleed, but the pain intensified. Screaming for what seemed like an eternity as the prismatic vortex chewed away her body, she welcomed death. But it was not the end.

The luminescent bands of Harmony dissipated into the atmosphere, tearing away every shred of Nightmare Moon's existence and leaving behind an indigo alicorn. Her old self laid draped herself atop the stones below. However, invisible to the eyes of any other creature, a torrent of dark energy barreled out of old-Nightmare's pathetic, frail, carcass. Quickly it slinked out the castle window and shot across the forest, rearing up a primal fear in the timber wolves below.

How loving it traveled, the invisible cloud did not know. Without a physical body to feel the sting of age, time was meaningless to one such as it. Presumably it had trekked for several hours, for when it reached its destination, the backwater town of Ponyville, the village below glowed bright with song and dance.

Even though it lacked a solid form, the remnants of Nightmare Moon's personality could still feel bile growing inside them. Spreading out across the town, slipping through every crack, filling every space, Nightmare Moon swore she would make the sun lovers pay. Even if it took years.

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Though usually the go-to spot for a quite snack, Sugarcube Corner was alive with upbeat music and the banter of excited ponies. Over the life-sized gingerbread house's entrance hung a low-arcing banner that read "First Royal Decree Party" in large purple letters -missing the last letters because Carrot Top and the Flower Trio couldn't fit it all in.

A day earlier, Twilight, for the first time since gaining princesshood, used her status to force the law to her whim. For a short period the populace feared for a mass wave of purple alicorn effigies. Such fears subsided when they learned she only raised Ponyville's education budget. Pinkie used it as an excuse to throw another party.

Inside the bakery, cupcakes, soda pop, chips, and other junk foods invaded every table. Fillies and colts danced with joy, playing tag and other games, oblivious to the real reason then party was thrown; most came because there was food. Ribbons of every shade of purple imaginable stretched across the walls, some of which were decorated with red stars surrounded by five or six smaller white ones. Lavender wrapped all but one table in the store.

At the only red-clothed table sat the princess of Ponyville, chatting away with her mentor, the keeper of the sun, Princess Celestia. How Pinkie managed to lull the princesses into a formal party, Twilight would never know. Really, at that moment she didn't care. It kept her nerves from going into overload and kept Twilight from doing anything she would surely regret. Twilight made a mental note to apologize again to Filthy Rich for turning his house into a giant muffin, and for the massive hole Derpy left in his left wall.

"To answer your question; there is a book on how to a princess. My mother wrote it a few years after Luna was born. Every pony had started to see us as royalty back then." Celestia toyed with the purple cake on her plate and gave a sigh. Harshly piercing the confect ion with her fork, the large mare's eyes momentarily glazed over with nostalgia. "It is quite thick and very wordy. I think you will like it, Twilight." Forgetting her manners, Celestia forced the cake into her mouth. One of the upsides to visiting the rural Ponyville was the lack of nosy reporters to incriminate the sun goddess for not acting princessesy at every moment. Crumbs fell like rain as Celestia giggled at the old image of her sister receiving their mother's hefty tome. "Luna absolutely despised it."

Said princess weaved her way through the dessert tables, claiming each moon pie to fall under her eye. Bitter curses of old, spoken in tongues not of the Equestrian plane, or any other mortal plane for that matter, but of the higher tier where the great creator roamed, crawled out of Luna's throat at the mention of the old book. She felt pity for any poor soul to be stuck with that text (except Twilight).

"Princess. Y-you're really going to give that to me? I-I don't know if I can accept something like that. That's something the creator of Equestria herself wrote! It's priceless." Twilight exclaimed, setting herself at an angle to see past the obscuring mountain of lavender caked between her and her mentor.

Celestia swallowed three pieces whole, amazing her student, before saying, "I'm afraid you're right. It is priceless; it doesn't have any worth at all. I wish I had something more special to give you."

Twilight looked at the goddess in astonishment. "But it was written by the creator of Equestria." No matter how many times Twilight ran the equation through her mind, a book penned by Tau Sunflare being worthless did not compute.

"My mother was very thorough. She made hundreds of copies. Luna has been using hers as a paperweight. Discord turned his into a pop star; Marecola Jackson, I believe. And I can only presume Chrysalis used hers to build her hive. The rest have been locked in my closet."

"Couldn't you put them in a museum?" Such ancient tomes being locked away from all Equestrian eyes for so long, the notion didn't sit well with the bibliophile.

"Hmmmm. I suppose I could have. Though, I can't imagine why any pony would be interested in those musty old books." Five more slices went into the darkness, praying and screaming to their perfectly frosted gods to save them. Their gods did not listen or answer, for they went into the matriarch's gullet right after. "Now, let's have that Mmmm cake before your brother eats it all, shall we?" Gleefully licking her chops, the matriarch failed to notice the gathering ebony smog that clung to the ceiling above.

All the remaining slices fell into the void that was the solar princess's mouth, their lives stolen to make way for the mmmm. "Um. Princess, don't you think you've had enough?" Twilight asked, eyes set to the miraculously cleaned plate.

"Why, Twilight. Are you saying I'm fat?"

"What!? No! No! I was just sayin-" Soft laughter halted Twilight's brief anxiety attack.

"It's okay Twilight."