//------------------------------// // I am Blood Moon // Story: Silver in the Sky // by FriendlyTwo3 //------------------------------// There is no rest. There is no hope. There is no happiness. No passion. No drive. No essence. I have no future. I’m a monster. Everywhere I go death follows. Six years. Six years since I left home. Six years since I’ve been bitten and now… now I can’t be happy. I try to hide it but the more I resist the stronger IT becomes. I don’t want to kill. I don’t want ponies to die. But I have no choice. IT makes me kill. Every month. Once every month on every full moon, I kill. IT kills. Entire villages torn apart by ITs bloodlust. Once every month I awake covered in foreign blood, my skin on fire and my skull caved in. The only solace I have is that I’m an Earth pony. For if I had powers of any kind, IT would grow stronger. I was once known as Sparkling Cider. Now, as my reputation grows all over Equestria, they call me Blood Moon. They know not my face, my gender, nor even my heritage, but they know of the death. They know what I am. What I become. I’m a werewolf. Silver in the Sky. I bring my right foreleg up to my face as the sun rises. With my sharp canine, I scratch a vertical line on the leg. I pull away and observe the mark. Blood trickles down my foreleg. Next to that scratch is sixteen more. Day 17. 13 days left until the next transformation. I had just left Canterlot. That was where I had spent a week trying to get to the princess. That was who I thought I could turn to. But the bitch is too high and mighty to speak to some dog like me. So now I have nowhere to go. Now I walk. A sort of comatose state washes over me as I begin to fall asleep. I haven’t slept in days, due to the damned nightmares. But I keep walking, not knowing where I’ll go in my unconsciousness. Perhaps I’ll walk right out of Equestria. Perhaps into the Dragon country. Hell, the Griffons would be better company than my own kind. I’m tired of killing my own kind. Of course, after such a long time, killing would start to become the norm, and maybe I’d have accepted it by now. But the fact that I ingest these victims… I awake in some field or beside a road somewhere once every month with an odd burning taste on my tongue. My normally white teeth are stained with blood and sharp as ever. Every single month I go through the process of cleaning myself in a river or something. I suppose it would be easier to— “HIIII!!!!” My vision is suddenly filled with pink as I awake to find myself in some sort of town. I quickly jump back from this blue-eyed mare and utter a low growl, my ears pressed against my brown mane and my teeth bared. “Leave me alone and I won’t hurt you,” I say in a low voice. This Earth pony huffs and looks at me with a confused glare. “You’re not from around here are you?” “That’s none of your business. Don’t follow me.” And with that I turn around and begin to walk away. Suddenly, the mare jumps in front of me again. I’m surprised for a moment, but reel back again. “Didn’t you just hear me? Go away.” “Not if you’re gonna be a big meanie like that!” A white Unicorn enters my peripheral vision and nears the Earth pony. She grabs her by the shoulders. “Come now, Pinkie Pie! Let the poor stallion be! He obviously isn’t in the mood,” she says in an… I don’t know, some sort of accent. It sort of sounds like a fancy, rather over-the-top accent. Honestly I’m too tired to care. The Unicorn has a pure white coat with a shiny, curled purple mane. Her cutie mark is that of three diamonds. Her eyes are an emerald-blue color. I can almost see my reflection in them. I quietly thank the Unicorn after the pink pony bounces (yes, bounces) away. We begin to part ways, but I turn to her again. “Wait… What town am I in?” “Hm? Oh! Why you’re in Ponyville, dear! This is simply the cutest, quaintest town in Equestria, and I’ve been to some quaint places,” she says while clapping her hooves together. Ponyville… Why does that sound so familiar? Have I been here before? Oh no… Have I been here during a full moon? Have I killed someone here? I look around and confirm that I have in fact been here before. The kicker that solidified my theory was a giant tree that was fitted to look like a house. I couldn’t mistake it; I’ve seen that tree before. “Tell me… Has anypony been killed here recently…?” I ask while looking at the tree. The Unicorn tilts her head a bit and narrows her gaze toward me. Mentally, I scold myself for being as blunt as I was. Now she just thinks I’m weird. I’m supposed to be hiding, dammit! “Er… That’s an… odd question… Um… A few ponies went missing two weeks or so ago…” She shifts herself, looking anywhere but in my direction. Two weeks or so. Just short of seventeen days. I’ve killed them too. I look down at the ground as my breathing picks up a bit. Memories flash through my mind of attacking three poor Pegasi. They tried to get away… I wouldn’t let them… I… I ripped their wings from their sides… “Are you alright, dear?” I killed them! I saw them die but I couldn’t move away! Why aren’t I used to this by now?! I saw their blood! Their hearts! Their brains! Their stomachs! They’re dead because of me! “Please, come with me. I’ll help you,” the Unicorn says, placing a hoof on my shoulder. I could only assume I was having one of my panic attacks again. I swat her hoof away and look hungrily into her eyes. Yes… She’ll make a good meal… What? No! Shut up! “No… You don’t want to be near me…” “What’s going on? Who are you?” she asks, nearing closer to me. I move away, but slip and fall on my rear. I continue to crawl away, never looking away from her. “Stay away… Stay away…” Why is she still coming closer?! I just want to be alone! I can’t just be— “Look out below!”