A New Hope

In everyone there is a hateful voice that tears at their soul. It can never be satisfied. Not even the best is enough
to quench it's thirst.
She is but a pale reflection of the brilliance that radiates from the one true ruler of Equestria. Gold shines forever,
silver tarnishes quickly.
The castle is beautiful, she is the 'hounered guest' at the whim of Her Majesty the empress Celestia. None of it
her own.
'Her' guards are there to watch her, to protect? her, to keep her 'out of trouble', and to report on her: Their loyalty
is not her's to command. Her wishes are just an afterthough.
"They will love me and despare", but she is the 'they' and Celestia the 'me'. She is in fact a prisonner. She will
never be trusted.
Once, an eon ago, she had silenced this deseased, corrupt, voice and stood tall against her sister, and without
begging her for approval, stollen the brass ring.
For this she was Despised.
A thousand years exile leaves scars that can't be healed, and it had been intended to be eternal. Only her
cowardess had stopped her from killing herself.
She wished she had been executed instead.
"Oh, its time for morning". She lowered the moon and put on a nice big smile. Celestia would not be so 'generous'
next time. A crater now existed where Luna's spirt used to reside.
Next time she would make sure Tia killed her. But there was something she could do...