Innocence Once Lost

by Scorched Earth


Filler

(AN: I couldn't put this in the next chapter, because it broke the flow and pacing. However, I don't want it to disappear into nothingness, so... have fun :D )


Celestia stared at the screen. She had decided to call her sister to inform her about the progress of the second wave and to hear how she had been doing. She was nervous about her. There was no telling what might happen out there. The screen kept showing same message: "Establishing connection". It had been good ten minutes since she had started the call. It normally took only few seconds for someone to answer. It made her worry even more. Had something happened? Was Luan in danger? What should she do?

Finally, the screen changed to a view of a room, with red eyed Luna staring back. Her face was wet from tears and she looked like everything had lost its meaning to her.

"Luna? Are you alright?"

"NO! *sob* I am not! It's over! Everything is over! *sob* We lost!" Luna shouted at the screen.

"Lost? Did Discord attack!? Are you OK!? Did he do anything to you!?" Celestia asked, panicking. This was bad. If Luna had been captured...

"Huh? *sob* Discord? Who cares about him! *sob*" Luna said in confusion, before returning to her sobbing.

"Uuh... Then what did you lose?" Celestia asked, even more confused than before. Alright, so Discord had not attacked. The human front line was still intact. However, her sister was still devastated.

"WE LOST THE CHAMPIONSHIP!" Luna shouted in grief. Celestia stared at the screen, dumbfounded. "Damn you Gagarin! Damn you to HELL! Why did you taker Friedson off the field!? WHY!? WHYYYYYY!!!??" Luna raged on the screen.

"You... you..."

"We are so close! *sob* *sob* We could taste it already! Championship was ours! *sob*"

"You dare to frighten me!? Over a silly human game!?" Celestia said in Royal Canterlot Voice. She was pissed off right now.

"A silly game!? Sister, you do not understand! It was Grav-Ball Championship final! *sob* Moon Raiders versus Freak Strike! *sob*"

"Luna, I warn you, never again frighten me like this! It's just a game!" Celestia said. A bottle floated to the screen, before being hugged by Luna.

"Oh little Woona, you're the only one who understands me!"

"Is that... White Pegasus!? Where did you get that!?"

"Huh? Uh... Funny... Now that I think of it... I can't remember... Let's drink for that!" Luna said, taking theatrical swing from the bottle. This lead to her losing her balance and disappearing from the screen.

"Luna?" Celestia asked.

"I'm OK! I'm OK! And I got an idea! I'm going to commandeer a transport! And go and beat up Gagarin! Then I will demand rematch! Of course! It all makes sense now!" Luna's voice said off screen.

"Uuhh.. Yeah, right... uh... Maybe you should rest first? You don't want to leave little... Woona there alone? Right?"

"Of course! How silly of me! Don't worry little one! I won't leave you alone!" Voice answered. Celestia shook her head and switched the call to commander of the base.

"Commander Hulson here."

"Princess Celestia here. I am..."

"If you are calling about your sister, that's been taken care of. We locked her room and have guards all over it. Don't worry, she ain't the only one."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Right now, I got 1/3 of my soldiers partying for a great victory, 1/3 drinking for depression after an epic defeat and 1/3 drinking for the hell of it."

"At least someone is still keeping his senses about this..."

"Well, I did lose 500 credits to a bet so... anyway, situation is under control."

"Why is everyone who supported the losing team so devastated? I've seen Luna react to her teams defeat before, but nothing like this."

"Well... Moon Raiders were leading 6-0 when the final round started...then they lost 6-8. Everyone is blaming their coach, Gagarin, for taking their star player, Friedson, off from the field. I can understand his decision however. The guy had been playing without pauses for the whole game and they were quite well in charge of the game."

"Oh Faust..."

"Oh, it will calm down soon enough. Day or two and everything is back to normal."

"Oh good."

"Until next year."

"Faust damn it!"