Luna’s perspective:
After many hours of hiding away in our dark room, a small sticky note that is stuck to many other notes slowly glides under the slit of the door underneath.
Ones ears perk up,
our attention caught by the sudden object.
Leaping off of our bed from laying down, we proceed to look down at the note,
reading word from word;
“My little sister, Luna, was it Twilight who you saw?
Then a fluffy blue quill slides under the door,
it rolls on the floor past one.
Letting out a deep, long, sigh, we write;
“ That may be possible.
Please stop asking, Tia”
One slides the notepad back under the doorway.
”You can tell me, Luna.
I’m your big sister, we can talk to each other.
We pass the notepad back and forth under the door
”Fine, if we are being completely honest.
One feels a great deal of affection towards your faithful student.
Our connection has deepened, making our thoughts about the pony unavoidable.
Is this what love feels like?
Once we slid the notepad back under,
seconds and minutes pass.
All one can hear is the faint softness of Tia’s breathing behind the door.
But after moments of waiting, the sound of hoofs slowly walk away from the door.
Tia doesn’t like what I told her…
“Oh no…”
We can feel the weight of her disappointment in our words, the heaviness of it settling in the air between us. We never meant to cause her any discomfort, but the truth had to be spoken.
The bond Twilight and oneself share is undeniable, but is it truly love?
Or is it simply a deep connection forged through shared experiences and mutual respect?
As I sit in silence on the floor, contemplating the implications of my confession, I can't help but feel a sense of regret creeping in.
We knew we should have shut our mouths, before it was too late…
While my words may have caused temporary discomfort, they also have the potential to deepen Tia and one’s understanding of each other.
Perhaps this moment of vulnerability will strengthen our bond, rather than weaken it.
And perhaps things will go back to normal in a few days.
Tonight wasn’t going as one thought it would…
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It is now the night of the party.
We have a bad feeling about this.
We can painfully feel our eyes sting from lack of sleep.
Ones fight with Tia took our energy out of us,
leaving us only with self hate and disgust for oneself and how one feels. And now, with tension between Tia and oneself, we have to be out there in a crowd of happy ponies.
We had the most difficult sleep in our life,
overthinking and becoming paranoid throughout our slumber about the party and Tia’s fear about our own feelings for Twilight.
The deafening roar in our mind grows louder, drowning out the sounds of the festivities below.
It is as if the weight of the world rests upon our shoulders, the burden of being the queen of the night.
Stepping out of one’s shadow-filled room, our anxiety intensifies.
The castle is adorned with vibrant decorations,
the air filled with the sound of laughter and merriment downstairs.
It is a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere we have always cherished.
With a heavy sigh, we reluctantly make our way towards the festivities. The presence of the hyperactive ponies still makes us feel dizzy, but we try to push past our discomfort.
As we step into the crowd, we force a smile upon our face, determined to make the best of this situation,
regardless of our nervousness.
Suddenly, letting out a gasp of relief, and also surprise, we see our beloved Twilight with her friends, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash!
Finally, some pony we know!
Walking further into the room filled with balloons and decorations and cake,
Twilight and oneself make eye contact from across the room.
Twilight smiles,
running up to one.
"Luna!"
Twilight clashes into us, hugging us so tightly that we can't see straight.
In the background, Two cotton candy colored ponies can we seem laughing and giggling their heads off at Twilight's burst of energy towards us.
"Twilight, it is so good to see you!"
One says, feeling the weight on our shoulders let loose a little.
Twilight lets go of oneself,
although, one would prefer to be pressed together once again.
"How have you been?"
Twilight asks
"I'm so sorry we haven't seen each other in a week, I've been so busy with a friendship job that I haven't found time to do other things!"
"No worries, Twilight.
One has been okay, just busy with my tasks as well, ruling the night, protecting the ponies in their dreams."
One does smile, trying to hide ones fear of being too social.
''Why don't we catch up with your friends over there?''
One asks the gorgeous purple mare,
pointing a hoof towards the pastel ponies.
"Okay!"
Twilight exclaims.
She and oneself walk to Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash,
they speak in a loud mannered voice, practically shouting.
But one does suppose that they're just excited about the party.
"Greetings, ponies.
Are you all having fun?''
"AAAHHH! NIGHTMARE MOON!''
Pinkie Pie screams in ones face before running away in false terror.
"Pinkie!
She's a changed pony!"
Twilight tries to defend us,
but her words fall on deaf ears as Pinkie Pie continues to run away.
As Rainbow Dash, Twilight, and I observe the pink pony disappear into another room, away from the ongoing party, Rainbow Dash takes it upon herself to check on Pinkie Pie.
She swiftly flies off into the room where Pinkie had sought refuge.
In the distance, there stands Tia. Her regal and royal essence practically bouncing off the walls of the castle for all the ponies to witness.
Tia stands tall,
attempting not to make it so obvious that she is watching every move that we make.
We let out a sigh, tears streaming down our face.
Doubts begin to creep in, and we express our regret to Twilight,
questioning the wisdom of attending this gathering.
"We are apologetic, Twilight.
We never meant to scare any pony..."
Twilight shakes her purple head and, using her magic, hands us a neon red plastic cup filled with grape juice.
She reassures us by saying
"I'm glad you came, Luna!"
We reflect on the fact that while Nightmare Moon may be a thing of the past, the fear and apprehension from other ponies still linger. However, Twilight counters this notion.
"Even if it were true,"
she places her hoof around ours
"Twilight..."
"You shouldn't concern yourself with what others think. Just be true to yourself, Luna! I will always support you."
One does feel a surge of gratitude towards Twilight for her unwavering support and understanding.
Her words resonate deeply within us,
reminding us of the importance of staying true to ourselves,
even in the face of doubt.
As we take a sip of the grape juice,
its sweet and comforting taste fills our senses, providing a momentary respite from the chaos and uncertainty of the party.
One does find solace in Twilight's presence, knowing that we have a friend who will always stand by our side.
With renewed determination, one wipes away ones tears and decide to follow Rainbow Dash into the room where Pinkie Pie had fled.
As we enter, we find Rainbow Dash comforting Pinkie, who is still visibly shaken by her outburst.
We approach the pony cautiously, offering a gentle smile.
"Pinkie pie, one shall not hurt you.
One is no longer the mare in the moon. We are Luna once again, forever changed."
We explain that we understand her fear and that it is okay to be scared sometimes. We share our own experiences of overcoming fear and finding strength within ourselves.
Pinkie's eyes widen with surprise and gratitude, and she slowly begins to calm down.
"Yeah! You tell her, Luna!"
Rainbow Dash pumps her hoof and encourages oneself.
"Let's go back to partying"
Twilight says to the three of us.
We spend the rest of the evening together, talking and laughing, creating a safe space where Pinkie can express her emotions without judgment.
As the night draws to a close,
we realize that attending the gathering was not a mistake after all.
It provided an opportunity for growth, understanding, and the strengthening of friendships. We feel a sense of pride in ourselves for facing our doubts head-on and for being there for Pinkie when she needed us the most.
Walking towards Twilight is, where she is neatly placing carrots and chopped up potatoes onto a dinning plate,
we approach her.
"Twilight"
Twilight turns to face us,
"Luna! How are you feeling?"
"Gladly better! One just wanted to thank you for your unwavering support and guidance.
We realize that true friendship is not about pretending to be someone we're not, but rather about embracing our true selves and supporting each other through the ups and downs of life"
Twilight smiles with happy tears in her eyes while munching on a carrot.
"You're the strongest pony I have ever met, Luna.
I'm so happy I can help you in any way that I can!”
And as the night unfolds, one finds ourselves slowly letting go of our reservations. One does engage in conversations, share laughter, and even dance under the moonlit sky.
The deafening roar in our mind begins to fade,
replaced by the joyous cacophony of the celebration.
Once the grand celebration is over,
Twilight and oneself find each other alone outside of the castle.
"Phew! That was a lot of fun.
But I think I ate too much cake!"
Twilight cutely giggles
"Too many sweets lead to irreversible headaches for oneself."
"You don't have a sweet tooth?"
"Well, no, not really.
But Tia certainly does!"
Twilight and oneself laugh at the idea of Celestia stuffing herself with too much cake and sweets and candy, icing all over her face and coat.
One had never knew Twilight would laugh at such a thing, especially towards her old mentor/teacher. One would think Twilight would gasp, offended by the playful, yet crude, joke.
"The moon is so beautiful"
Twilight adds, finished laughing
"Did you make it yourself?"
"Hmm, yes, we did. It was when we were a filly."
With a look at ones own crescent moon cutie mark, we say,
"That was the night one had received our cutie mark."
Looking back at Twilight, the Alicorn pony seems in awe.
We explain further,
"After summoning all ones magical abilities to craft the moon,
one had to learn how to raise it."
"How intriguing! Did you also create the stars?"
Twilight inquires.
"Yes, indeed. The moon, stars, everything.
Tia only made the clouds and the sun, one made the whole galaxy."
Twilight's eyes widen in awe as she takes in the magnitude of my powers
“That's so incredible!
To think that you have control over such vast celestial bodies!”
One nods,
a sense of pride swelling within oneself
“It is a responsibility one has carried since we were young.
Creating and maintaining the balance of the night sky is a duty we take seriously."
Twilight's curiosity continues to pique as she asks,
“But why did you choose the moon and the night? What drew you to them?"
We pause for a moment, reflecting on the past
"The night has always held a certain allure for me. Its quiet serenity, the way it allows for introspection and reflection. It is a time when dreams are born and secrets are whispered.
We very much wanted to capture that essence and share it with the world."
Twilight's eyes sparkle with understanding
“So, the moon and the stars are not just celestial bodies to you.
They represent something deeper, something magical."
We smile, appreciating Twilight’s insight
“"Exactly. They are symbols of hope, mystery, and the beauty that can be found in the darkness.
They remind ponies that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope.”
As we stand there, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, a sense of tranquility washes over us.
The grand celebration may have ended, but in this moment,
Twilight and I find solace in each other's company and the beauty of the night sky.
"I'm grateful to have witnessed your creation, Luna.”
Twilight says softly, breaking the silence.
"It's a reminder of the incredible magic that exists in Equestria."
We grin softly, feeling a sense of connection with each other.
"It’s nice to have shared this moment with you, Dear Twilight.
It's not often that I find someone who truly understands the significance of the night."
We continue to gaze at the moon, its gentle glow casting a peaceful aura around us.
In this moment, Twilight and I find solace and a deeper appreciation for the magic that surrounds us. And as the night stretches on, we know that we are not alone,
for the moon and the stars are always there, watching over us.
Suddenly,
the softest touch on ones right hoof remains still.
Looking down, we can clearly see the purple alicorns hoof resting on top of ours.
Crimson blush sways like the tide against one’s embarrassed face,
feeling heat rising in one’s navy shoulders. The cute lavender pony nuzzles her face into my neck,
the both of us taking in the pleasure of being so close together.
What a beautiful pony Twilight is.
Her progress she has made,
her tasks she has faced.
She had been graced with her new wings, like the pegasi.
One does believe that we admire the alicorn.
A delicate tenderness, akin to a feather, emerges, bestowing a fresh sensation upon one's lips that have been thoroughly examined. One quivers and shivers as a tingling sensation engulfs and submerges ones entire body. It’s impact was profound.
The touch of those soft lips left an indelible mark on ones soul,
awakening a dormant passion that had long been suppressed.
As the kiss dissipated into the ether, a bittersweet longing filled the air.
It was as if she had whispered promises of love and desire, only to retreat into the shadows, leaving me yearning for more. The taste of that ephemeral kiss lingered on my lips, a tantalizing reminder of the enchantment that had transpired.
The delicate tenderness of that kiss had exposed the depths of ones emotions,
leaving me raw and exposed. It was as if the twilight had peeled back the layers of my heart,
revealing the hidden desires and vulnerabilities that lay within.
The tingling sensation that had engulfed my body awakened all of one’s nerves.
It was a reminder of the power of connection,
of the ability of a single touch to ignite a fire within.
“Ahh I’m so sorry!”
Twilight apologies, quickly taking a step backwards,
breaking the sweet kiss off between us.
“Wh-What?”
One does ask Twilight, wishing she hadn’t stopped.
“I had caught up in the moment!”
The purple alicorn frantically looks away while explaining, both of our heart beats racing from the adrenaline rush of the quick and fleeting kiss.
Twilight’s words hang in the air, leaving a sense of unease between us.
The confusion on one’s own face slowly transforms into a mix of pain and heartache.
Was this kiss all a mistake to Twilight?
“Impulses!”
Twilight says, way too loudly.
“What?”
Our voice shakes,
feeling hurt by what is taking place.
“I was acting on my impulses!
I’m really, truly, sorry Luna!
Maybe I should just leave you alone…”
And just like that,
Twilight leaves us here, standing outside on the stairs of the castle.
We never wanted her to stop, or to leave…
Was it ACTUALLY a mistake on Twilight’s end?
Her impulse?
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