All this time. A thousand years have passed since you struck your own sister. A greedy blow serving only to further elevate your image on the ponies of Equestria. It’s hard to believe how one could be betrayed in such a way, Celestia.
You have only delayed the inevitable. I eagerly await the day I become free from this dastardly place. I long for the day when I may one day see my revenge enacted for my years of suffering.
To this day, I still cannot bring myself to believe your lies. Your complete and utter greed, hoarding the praise of the ponies for yourself as you let them, at the same time, shun me, your very sister, and allow her to practically fade into obscurity.
I deserve love, sister. I only wished for a day when the ponies would come to appreciate what I had put so much effort into to give them. However, that wish, to this day, continues to go unfulfilled, I presume.
Long ago, dear sister, I believed your dirty lies. I truly thought that you cared for me when you told me that you were shielding me from the plagues of corruption. You said that power could corrupt. Well, look who’s the corrupted one now?
I eagerly await the day I shall be free. The day I shall set my hooves upon you in revenge. The day I shall make you suffer for my woes. You say you love me, Celestia, yet to me, those lies only scream of deception. You say you protect me. Look at the sky, sister, and tell me that isn’t myself, cursed upon the wretched surface of this lonely satellite.
I cannot say what you may be doing when I return, or even the state of our nation. My eternal night would’ve brought everlasting beauty to the skies, it would’ve given the ponies a beautiful work of art to gaze upon every night. I would’ve granted access to innumerable powerful spells to the mages of the land in order to allow the crops to live. I would’ve even allowed for the day to return, if you only apologized, sister.
Even then, however, I would be a fool to believe an apology as thin as yours. You are a coward, Celestia. You would rather sooner banish your very sister than to just for once, listen to what she had to say.
I lived in your shadow all my life, sister. I lived in awe of the praise that had elevated you to the status of what could only amount to a goddess. I once believed that one day, I would stand beside you without a care in the world. I thought that I could be happy. There were so many ways that this life could’ve played out. But why did it have to be like this? Even I do not know.
There were times when I thought I could perhaps talk to you, convince you that I deserved better.
Nightmare Moon, the persona you claim to be a plague upon my mind, was nothing but a creation of my own. It was the embodiment of the many years I wished to be like you, sister. It was the light in my eyes that I held onto so longingly, the ambitions and dreams I had of being your equal one day, and not just the sister of the night that ponies would sometimes even go as far as to claim to be a myth.
Do I look like a myth to you, sister? Nightmare Moon was once a fantastical dream. A dream of family and friends, a dream of belonging. Yet, slowly, over the course of years, it grew corrupted by your power. You always received the praise and love for my actions. When ponies were to be thankful, they claimed thanks to you. When they stared into the night sky and saw my stars, they came to you with boasts of its beauty. I was never given a chance, sister, and those emotions funneled into my dreams. My thoughts. Soon enough, they became Nightmare Moon.
Fear was all I felt when you banished me so long ago. Your face was contorted into a ghastly vision of pure rage, of fiery passion that even now, I fear to ever dare face again. It was the face of a sister I wished I didn’t have to strike, but what was the point of leaving you with such power if you were only to wield it with the heavy hoof of a mare who refused even to acknowledge the woes of her own sister?
When I return, Celestia. When I return, I shall find you, and you may expect to find yourself facing your own creation. You made me this way, sister, and I hate it.
Watch your back if you may ever find yourself a protégé, sister. I fear your heart may be too cold for their own good.