//------------------------------// // Chapter 6 — The Prince & Princess Of The Sun & Moon // Story: The Hero of My Story // by maxisscrewed //------------------------------// “Wake up,” Artemis shouted and Sunset woke with a start, coughing and sputtering as water was dumped over her face. “Are you alright,” Celestia worriedly whimpered, holding Sunset’s hand. “No,” Sunset muttered, “my head is pounding and my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest.” “You’ll be fine,” Artemis signed, patting her knee. “I think we need to explain something to both of you. Where did you put that journal?” Sunset thought for a minute before pulling the book from her messenger bag and handing it to him. He caught a glimpse of her hands and she clenched her fists and hid the new markings. He opened the cover and it crackled softly as he flipped the page open. There was a sketch of a toddler holding a small baby with the moon through the window behind the two. “The older girl is the princess of the sun,” Artemis explained, “the younger is the prince of the moon.” “I’ve heard this story,” Sunset piped in, filling the page. The next was of the older girl weaving a crown of sunflowers and the boy, that was now a toddler, making a crown of nightshade. “They were best friends, right?” “Yes.” He pointed to the next page, where the two kids were older. The girl was happy and smiling, with many people surrounding her, and the boy stood far behind and alone. “Nobody loved him because he was alone—“ “Except for his sister,” Celestia roared, silencing the room. “She just had friends, that’s all. He was socially awkward and hated everyone—“ “They wronged me!” Artemis’s pupils turned to slivers and his hair turned to royal blue fire. “Okay, whatever you say,” Celestia whispered, holding her hand up to him. His hair calmed back down and his pupils returned to normal. “Wait,” Twilight began, “they wronged you, Uncle Artie?” “What are you saying,” Sunset whispered. "This is the story of Nightmare Moon and it’s all wrong." “Well, your journal is the story of Daydream Shimmer and it’s ‘all wrong’ too, now isn’t it?" The room remained silent and Artemis flipped the page. Across two pages was a side by side picture: to the left, the boy sat on his knees and screamed at the sky, with horrible, black bat wings protruding from his back and tears streaming from his eyes. On the other side was the girl, folding her arms and glaring st the door. “I was so unhappy that I wanted everything to change,” he whispered. “I wanted people to feel the pain that I always felt every day of my life. I wanted them to cry like I did when I was little. There was this evil that formed in my heart, Sunset.” “Do you still have it?” He stayed silent, and she folded her arms. “Is that what just happened to your eyes?” “It took over me,” he mumbled, and on the next page was a horrendous fight that spread over the two pages. Artemis was on one side, with a beam of light spreading from his palms. Celestia did the same, but she was much more beautiful than he was, with a white, flowing dress and a crown on her head. In the center was a ball of magic that swirled together. “I wanted you to die that night,” Celestia whispered. “Same to you,” he muttered. The tension was high in the room, and Artemis slowly flipped the page. There, illustrated as clear as day, was a photo of Celestia’s magic throwing him upwards, and on the next page was a photo of the newly created moon and the girl that cried on the ground. "When I hit the rock, it turned white," Artemis explained. I was the keeper of the moon, as she was the sun." "You are special," Celestia finished up, turning the the page to a picture of the baby Twilight in her arms. "Both of you are." "One of you will be banished as I was," Artemis whispered, closing the book loudly. "Your journal might be ruined, but it will soon come true again, Sunset. It only depends who will be Celestia, and who will be me." Twilight and Sunset looked in between each other, before Sunset furrowed her eyebrows. "Can we not stop it?" Artemis looked away and Celestia pursed her lips. "No," the lady flatly explained, and Twilight grabbed Sunset’s hand. Sunset looked down at the gesture, and she felt more sorry for a Twilight than she ever had. That was, until she heard her thoughts when their skin made contact. I know she’ll be the demon at the end of the day, Twilight growled in her mind, because she’s more mean than the devil himself. Sunset snatched her hand away and looked down at the suns on her hands. One of her new powers was to hear other’s thoughts, and she couldn’t begin to comprehend how to use them. So, she looked up at Artemis, and he shook his head before she looked back down. None of them could understand what was happening to her, and she didn’t want to start asking others to believe it.