Luna’s perspective:
It was a whole week later,
after Twilight and one’s flying practice,
that one has not seen any of Twilight since then. Yes, a few letters that we had exchanged with the light and dark purple pony, where we talk about what happened in our days/nights. But it doesn’t feel the same as seeing our dear twilight, who is so beautiful and so strong.
There is a loud roaring in our head, like a tyrant on judgment day.
It was after we had raised the fluorescent moon, Tia had babbled, too quickly, on and on about a large party that is being celebrated for the first time. We had practically gagged at the idea of a social gathering, having the anxious urge to hurl oneself out of the highest window in the whole entire castle. Being around so many overly frenzied ponies made one feel faint.
One does suppose that being on something we had created from our magic has made one so used to being alone that the idea of it was frightening.
With an eye roll, one had said to Celestia, in an annoyed tone,
“Tia, you’re very aware of our overstimulation towards such a thing. And what is worse is that you, dear sister, hosted it at night, where we would automatically have to attend.”
“Oh, Luna. I think you’re just shy!”
Turning our head, feeling insulted, we retort,
“Ugh…One is unequivocally not this ‘shy’ word you speak of…”
Tia brushes off our concerns with a dismissive hoof.
She sees our reluctance as mere reservation, a character trait that can be easily overcome.
“Oh, sister. Cheer up!
Maybe you’ll have fun? I think you will!”
“Tia…”
One hisses out a groan,
bothered by our sisters spirited attitude.
Our sister never even consider questioning oneself, who is the queen of the night, the embodiment of the everlasting night, if it was okay if I could be off for the night to go to this foolish party!
And what did ones dear sister mean about our ‘shy’ behavior?!
Ones blood is on fire, boiling!
We wish sister would listen to what we want!
We groan in frustration, feeling offended by sister's lack of understanding!
She never even bothered to ask if it was acceptable for!
Tia had said, with a bright and cheery smile,
“I just want to help you get out there, make new friends! You need to be active, Luna.”
“It won’t help, nothing will help!”
Our reply, rude
Tia looked shocked at our outburst, panic filling the castle walls.
“Luna, what are you saying?”
“We have been banished to the moon for 1,000 years!”
We shout, anxiety increases with each word that escapes from our grasps. It just came out.
Whatever were we thinking?
“Celestia, you know this already! The very idea of mingling with others, engaging in mindless small talk and forced pleasantries, is enough to make us cry!
How can she expect us to partake in such frivolous festivities? The pressure from being free from the chained shackles from the moon, the horrors of a new era of this world! Everything!
It has made oneself feel out of place with every pony!
We cannot be like you!”
Sister snaps at us, sending shivers down one’s spine.
“Luna, I am trying my best too!
And you didn’t seem so upset when you snuck out one night last week, did you?!”
If you aren’t the most social pony, then what were you doing flying to ponyville?!”
“We were doing something private!
That is something that does not involve you!”
“Since when did you make a friend?!”
One does scoff
“You are saying oneself cannot form a bond?!”
“Not with an attitude like that, no!”
“Do not act like mother, just because you are older than us!
And don’t act like you’re smarter because we are not caught up with time!
Stop becoming over protective!”
Then breaks Tia.
Tia falls completely silent, after the mention of our parent.
She takes a few step back, completely shocked by our heartbreaking words.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us!”
We turn around, so fast you can barely watch without getting a headache, heading straight to one’s room with smoking coming out of one’s ears. Salty ocean tasting tears swell up in one’s deep blue-green eyes, making it difficult to see.
We find solace in the darknesses gentleness,
a reminder of the tranquility that still exists amidst the chaos.
As we navigate through the shadows, we cling to the hope that someday, Tia will come to see things from our point of view. Until then, we continue to forge our own path, guided by the light of the moon and the strength of our convictions. The journey may be difficult, but we are determined to persevere, knowing that our unique perspective is a gift that should not be overlooked.
It is true, one has found it uneasy to adjust to such modern world.
But It’s been 1,000, of course it has!
Tia doesn’t understand our way of thinking, nor does she appreciate it.
The moon is the only light we know…
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