//------------------------------// // Reunion - Chapter 92 // Story: Diary of the Night // by CalebH //------------------------------// A thousand years ago nopony would have dared offer tours of one of Equestria’s fortresses, much less the home of its rulers. In truth I do not mind it. Some would say it is an invasion of privacy yet much of my life has always been public, even my chambers are cleaned from time to time by others. I do not mind but for the inconvenience of always having others underhoof. If I take a moment from my studies to stretch my legs I do not expect to be stopped and questioned by a group of foals. Celestia would have exchanged polite greetings with them and dismissed them in the respectful silence she commands. In a way I was glad they were not too fearful of me to speak, I have been a monster in the night for far too long. Yet as they asked question after question I was tempted to turn my teeth to fangs and bare them to frighten them off. There was one question that still stands out; a little filly asked me what my favorite time was. Most would assume that it was night but that is not correct. The night sky is my canvas; it is the grand symphony I conduct. I have poured so much of myself into the night that my terrestrial form will never hold as much power as Celestia’s. But night is not my favorite time. After balancing so many orbs in one sky and seeing Celestia raise the sun, it seems at first glance that she is just slinging it across the sky. Its beauty is not subtle but it is there, I know that if I were to raise or set the sun I could not put half the warmth and vitality into it that she does. Even so day is not my favorite time. Long ago it was called the time between times. When neither the moon nor the sun is in the sky, it is not day and it is not night. For those few brief moments we can forget the burdens of royalty and simply be sisters. -L