The utter foal! I am the night, the soft glow of the moon is mine, the shimmer of the stars is mine, and even the aurora of the north belongs to me! They belong to me and she would refuse me my ponies. They will come and make war on Equestria. From every shadow and on the swift wings of night they will come and rip out her guards pretty white throats.
How many will they kill before they are stopped I wonder? The sheer weight of three tribes against them will overcome just as it did a thousand years ago but it will be a terrible cost to Equestria. I must admit part of me is tempted to let them make their war for my freedom but it is a selfish and petty thought.
I will make peace where Celestia’s fervor in imprisoning me would make war.
-L