Entry II – The Curse of the Silver Light
The night, a time bathed in darkness and peaceful silence, host of the dreams’ symphony. It is the instance where the stars bless our eyes with their dazzling existence and the wind can dance among the living with tunes of rejuvenating chill. The nocturnal hours are moments when life rests and are crowned by the silver light of The Moon herself. From the beginning of time, that is how it used to be, that is how it should be, although this world has proven to be far from how it should and the night is now one of the sufferers of this unavoidable law just as you and I. Ever after the Great Change the light from the Silver Star carries the gaze of the one banished from our land, filled with her grudge and resentment. It has nourished nightmares of ill purpose during each of the minutes and hours in times of darkness.
It’s no secret that the Mare in the Moon gazes upon the land from her prison on the Silver Star. As this is true her tainted heart turn the once Princess of the Night into the bringer of eternal darkness. No pony can now recall the full extents of her punishment, the night brightfull beauty was lost with her craft, the dreams of our kind fell prey of horrors and wicked fantasies and sadly with all her might the ruler of daylight missed to create the perfect dark time her beloved sister could. There was no one to blame, after all just her, whose heart was attached to the mysterious beauty of darkness, was able to bring its glory by dusk.
As the years passed on the facts became tales, as the decades went by the tales became legend, and as the day reigned with her magic during night the grudge took its toll on the souls that called the hours of darkness their life. Shadow lurkers and the obscure silhouettes could felt the void left by their princess and some of her worshipers mourned their entire life time its banishment.
Just as our land Equestria is full devotees of the sun there were some before the Great Change that lived attached with love and wonder to the glowing moon, rising worships to her splendor every night without fail. Creatures that longed during the times of the light with day dreams for that gentle glow to bring their live back once more, for singing to her with howls, to dance around her with wings, to speak with her with thoughts. Children of the night that love her reigning queen of pale light and white beauty, lovers that realized something distorted their unreachable mistress after the Great Change stomped on their love with the Sun casting her rule and law.
For them the banishment of the Moon Princess was the spark igniting the flames of decay, some of them grew afar from the Silver Star, feeling in their hearts that her moon light was not as bright and her glint not as warm, but those whose wonder and love was engraved inside their hearts were condemned to be corrupted by the rancor and rage their captive Mare in the Moon stored within and shown every night. It all started with their passion, then turned into an obsession and ended like their sole purpose to live. That wicked drive sustained by the anguish of their beloved altered their spirits and rotted their whole beings, they were no longer owners of their own bodies they were hers now and forever.
These cursed could only move at night, searching the skies for her queen and it’s bright. They would not age, as their life was not their own anymore, but their spirits crumbled to dust and their eyes bleach to a clear empty black alabaster reflecting their pale hearts. Hollow minds emptied and distorted by the Night Mare’s rancor were devoured every night, only living for her light, only living by her might.
For centuries they wait each night for her beloved to rise, becoming prisoners alike with the once princess of the dark each one captive in their own body victims of their own need, wicked of a curse long ago in deed. Their scales bleach, their hide wither, their gaze turn to silver, their bodies feed on the rage and sorrow the mare in the moon imprint on the shine, turning them into feral vestiges of their old once peaceful beings. Those most damped in the damned influence of the moon showed a stone like skin hardening their limbs and parts of their bodies, hide and coats turned into slate and rock making them everlasting as their curse. Each night feed them more, each night curse them more, each night they needed more and mourned for the nights of a thousand years where they stayed immovable, nonexistent, missing from a world they left behind long time ago.
They became part of the legends of the night, populating the ill dreams of the pony kind, the foals were frightened by their stories and their guardians terrified by the chance one of them could strike their land. The All Whites were called, their fangs are waiting, their claws kept sharp for the moment their bodies would move and they could follow their Princess, their ruler, their owner.
The fears of the ponies from the past were firmly established as a few of the Whites have awakened this dream of nonexistence, way too late, way too far from what they used to be. As foul beast they hunger for the light of their beloved, embraced by a uncanny strength nourished by the rage of endless nights of anguish. These great white monsters only stopped their frantic search when consumed by their own hunger as they are not able to find her beloved never again in the sky.
Stories of the encounters from these white monsters with towns, caravans and travelers spread through the lore and history of the realm. Many times there were no souls able to testify such brutal collide and only their path of havoc could bare evidence of their acts. Still there were those who could survive the frightening path of those white faces of death and brought their spoils of terror spreading the legend of those vile raging beasts.
The Whites are now remains of a legend once told, some of them have even turned into dust, some of them have ceased to exist and becoming empty shells like sculpted bodies, but the blight of their existence lives on. Those who remain will be kept out from this world to feed on the Curse of the Silver Light in their endless cycle of non living, until at the longest day of the millennia the foretold stars will gather to welcome the exiled princess to this world once more. What would happen when the mare leaves her moon? what would happen when the curse leaves the All Whites?. It is unknown I just hope for a compassionate end for this cursed unfortunate souls.
But that is indeed a different story