I was so sure my way was the right way. I had no doubts about that. My way is the best. My eternal night would be mine. Why could they not understand? I was only trying to improve their lives. Why did the look at me with such fear? Their eyes looked creased with pain. Mothers held their children close. The lights collided and the guards came. The screaming came and poisoned words. My hate my nightmare. She said such terrible things to my sister. No I said such terrible things to my sister. I heard our sisters pleads we mocked her then nothing.
Princess LunaNightmare Moon
I am the moon and it is me. The moon is white. The moon is cold. The moon is bitter. YES IT IS BITTER IS’NT IT? IT SUITS YOU DOES’NT IT? It does. My sister and I would always look at the moon and she would call me Lula. My eyes widened “Lula Moon!” She told me the moon is beautiful and pure just as I am! N0 I am not you! WE SHALL SEE SHALL WITTLE WOONA HAHAHAHAHA! I am not you nightmare I will never be like… I am I like you?
Princess LunaNightmare Moon
Tick Tock Tick Tock how many hours. How many days? How many years? How many centuries? My life is long but my mind is well I have no clue what my mind is right now. I have nothing to say nothing to do. My life is of the nothingness of space. The ground is of dust instead of soft grass. The sky is as black as my nightmare. The stars are bright but they do not brighten my heart. I want someone to talk to. I want something other than my nightmare to talk to.
Princess LunaNightmare Moon
I found a spot to draw my new best pony. I draw her outline in the sand her online is a little off but she is definably not a filly but a mare. She has a light Lilac coat. She has a cute and warm smile. She hides her heart of gold underneath a workaholic exterior. She has curliness for her bang and it warps around her neck. Her hair is dark purple with streaks of hot pink and purple. She has no cutie mark but that is okay because she my friend. I tell her she is very special to me. As I tell her this her dark purple eyes have love and warm tears in them and we hug each other. The dust falls around me as I cry as well.
Princess LunaNightmare Moon
Looking upon my creation all I can wonder is what will I call her? No name really seems to fit her. She is my best pony and I cannot come up with a name for her! Ugh this is so hard! I start to look around my settings for something to use. What about this name? Would sky, dark, star, dust, and white or maybe I have no clue what to name you be a good name for you. Well maybe not but I lost so many of my words I am not sure if I can ever name you. I know your fine with being call my best pony but that is not enough. Is it enough?
Princess LunaNightmare Moon
When I close my eyes I open them in another time. I see a closed off space within the castle and smells? This is the garden my sister made for me. I remember now. I remember telling my sister the sunlight that flittered through the clear and stained glass windows in the castle. It stung my eyes and made them red and watery. I hardly walked around the castle during the day my sister knew that but she smiled and said she would see to it. The next thing I remember was being dragged from my comfortable warm bed as she playfully teased me to wake up and stay up as she escorted me to my surprise. . My eyes were half open and I didn’t realize the castle had gone darker and that sky blue lamps were hanging from the ceiling. I only noticed it when I arrived at the garden where the sweet smells of flowers waken me. When I opened my eyes I saw the beauty of flowers in my night. I hugged my sister and said thank you dear sister and then sat by my sister in awe at the beauty that came from the night not only from nature but from my sisters beautiful smile.
Princess LunaNightmare Moon
When a heart is seeking something it normally wants to hear the truth. Within my garden everything was quiet and serene. In my garden with the sky blue lights I saw shades of white, blue, purple and red and many other colors. I don’t remember all of the names of the flowers that were there but the mare gardener named Green Thumb told me that the blue and red ones were roses while the white ones were lilies. The purple flowers were violets. I wasn’t sure why there were red roses in my garden but Green Thumb told me my sister requested they be planted alongside the blue rose’s .I liked listening to Green Thumb her voice had an accent of one living in a small town outside of Canterlot. She had a light stem green coat and a tied back black mane. She had sun yellow eyes and a mother’s smile on her face. I talked to her about her home town where it had fields of flowers that stretched miles around. It had all the colors of light upon glass and in the spring wind it smell of the finest Canterlot perfume. She missed the openness of the town and the homey feel everyone had. Everyone knew each other since they were fouls. In the big city which is what she called Canterlot was both close and apart. Close building and people who lived their lives apart from one another. Everyone was doing their own thing. I asked why was she in Canterlot and she told me because it was a once in a lifetime chance and she just had to take it. Just had to take it?
Princess LunaNightmare Moon
Have yet to name you haven’t I? You told me it was alright but it is not. Being nameless is not okay! Having your name torn from you is not okay! Being called Nightmare moon was never okay it was not my name and it was the same as being nameless. As I look at yellow orange and the black night mix. It glows and is warm and yet sad and haunting but loving and also very beautiful. I know the name for this time it’s called Twi.
That is what I should name you! Your name shall be Twi.
Princess LunaNightmare Moon