Why does everypony fear you so? I mean, yeah…she was locked away for a thousand years
And before she was locked up, she did threaten to keep the night forever
But still…it seems so odd to condemn her just because she came back
Doesn’t strike me as terribly fair—well, if everypony else is going to be scared…
Your coat’s dark—but not as fear-inducing as it was described in all of the mare’s tales.
That mane—same as her sister’s, flowing with a power almost tangible but you don’t dare reach for it
Horn, slightly blunted—the moon catches it just so
But her eyes…those catch me the fastest, drawing me in.
You look at me as if you haven’t seen normal in the longest time. This is the same ground
The same hills and glades you walked a millennia ago—nothing’s really changed
Yet…unfamiliarity, spread across your irises. What has happened to you?
Has time been so rough, so callous that these scars are so plain to see?
Speak with me. Tell me of…the moon. Of that hell you were trapped in for too long.
We all see the light before going to sleep…others remain awake later, hoping, praying…
We didn’t really give up on you—honestly, we didn’t.
We just didn’t know what to say. How to say it. How…how we could…make it better.
But we couldn’t—really. All of us weren’t here when that dreadful day fell, all those years ago.
Not even conceptualized. Our ancestors, as well…had not even become a simple dream
To continue a family line, pass on the stories to the next generation
But what else was passed on? Truth, lies, fears, faith? What did our parents do?
I would like to think that the honest truth had been revealed and time caused it to be worn
Little details got muddied, certain changes to make you entirely more feared, or more pitied
Yet I see who you are right now and none of those tales match up to your visage
Those visceral, evil, horrific tales of anger and deception—they can’t be you.
In five minutes I’ve weaned much from you. Learned great deals, and we haven’t exchanged a word.
Just walking side by side, watching the leaves that haven’t been forced from the trees slowly fall
Most cleanup done, everypony getting ready for winter…longer nights, colder temperatures
Provide some warmth this year, knowing that you’re back.
My revered Princess Luna…standing with you makes me want to cry. Not because I’m sad…
No. It’s because I can feel what you’re feeling right now, that uncomfortable displacement
It feels to you as if you don’t belong here anymore, but this is your home, the place where you ruled
And rule again you shall…but your subjects…they don’t know you they way they should.
You need to be gentle in your approach. Twilight helped with the first footsteps on a long journey
And I’ll walk with you, faithful to the last. You aren’t the Mare of evil you used to be
No, those days are long gone. And now, it’s almost scarier, I would say.
Because you now have to be the Princess of the Night that others used to know.
Sit with me, Princess. Sit down with me and cry. So many years of pain, hurt, loneliness.
You need somepony to help you. Help…fix this time that you’ve lost, as best I can.
And even if it takes my whole lifetime…every minute in my being, every ounce of passion
I’ll help you as best I can. To make this world a little less scary.