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// Prologue: Confessions 
// Story: Night Eternal 
// by Halloweddisease 
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You’ve all heard the tale my dear beloved sister has spread, ones about me wanting to bring about eternal night and cease the shine of her glory.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Quite honestly, eternal night? Nothing could survive in that. The plants, without the sun, would wither away and die, leaving all of us starving and eventually dead. Did she really think of me as so stupid, so dull? I am no foal, though without magic, I look like one. I have no need for any further glorification. I have my nocturnal friends in Everfree to play in my lovely night, and ponies who sit up late into its hours studying like my sister’s student Twilight Sparkle, and other ponies who stay up late doing…other things. Night eternal? I have no need, for I am satisfied. 

My sister is never that way.

Have you ever noticed a lack of stallions in Ponyville and Canterlot? It’s because my sister is an extreme feminist, and believes stallions to be her slaves. In Canterlot, they’re easy to come by, for that’s where the castle is. As for Ponyville, that’s something my sister has taken a liking to, given that she was a direct factor in its founding. She hears of a useful stallion, and she’ll send a notice that he is being drafted to serve the royal family, an “honor,” she says.  She crafted the Elements of Harmony so that they may only be used by mares. She calls her stallions “guard,” “soldier,” “servant,” and the like to their faces, but behind their backs it’s rude and derogatory names that make the rest of the royal staff cringe. No one takes part in that little game but Celestia herself. 

This is the kind of cruelty I don’t stand for, and the kind I fight to change. Celestia is not kind to anything other than those like her—female ponies, generally Pegasi and Unicorns, since Earth ponies bear no wings or horns like we Alicorns do. She works to hide her distaste and keep herself in the favor of the majority of the ponies, to prevent an uprising against her.

She would have never suspected the uprising to come from me.

Don’t believe this? Ask the Canterlot Castle royal staff. If you can convince them they won’t be harmed if Celestia catches wind (which is a hard task. I myself cannot even do this), they’ll tell you the same.  

But why, you may be asking, would they be afraid for their lives when all they’re at risk of is some derogatory comments being made in their absence? I will, as your loyal princess, tell you the truth. Celestia holds private executions for those who are disobedient to her, and the only reasons I did not receive one myself are that I am too powerful and, being her sister, she loves me. Just as I love her.

Oh dear, I’ve started crying. It’s not like me to get emotional over a mere writing, but this is my sister. As I’m writing these things, they’re sinking in. Imagine your sister—who also happened to be the last of your race and your closest friend along with queen of the empire—discriminating against her subjects for the way they were born and killing anyone who dared try to change her rule, even a simple request. She is brutal as the harsh sun she represents, but in my head and my heart, I’ve always seen her as the gentle Alicorn who loved her sister and would protect her from the world if she had to. She would have done anything for me.

Well, almost anything.

Despite the acts you will see I have committed, and the decisions my sister made in response, I ask you not to think of her in a hateful light. She is my sister, and I love her. Celestia, if you read this, please know that, as the first great ruler of Equestria, you have left a legacy of both good and evil. But even you should know that eventually, the dawning of the sun turns its power over to the glory of the moon.