Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria lived a librarian turned princess.
But this is not her story.
Half the time I wonder what it would have been like if I never went to the moon... You know what? It happened so I’ll just leave it at that.
Because despite the voices, the random things that happened and well, Blueblood. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You want to know why? Well, I’d best show you. Oh and sorry, but my pensieve only shows things in grayscale.
Princess Luna strode over to a cupboard. She started to open it when a thought seemed to occur to her.
Okay there are a few things you need to know before we go into any of this...
Don’t laugh.
I was only a little filly back then. So I called myself Woona.
You’re laughing...
Stop laughing! Or I’ll not let you look in the pensieve!
The sight of the Princess pouting snaps you out of your laughing fit as the massive amounts of cuteness radiating from her stops you from thinking of anything else
Thank you.
Now, it’s a rather involved memory, and you’ll occasionally hear an overarching narrator – that’s normal. I added it for your viewing enjoyment. You’ll also see dreams and daydream, as well as... Well, hear them.
You know how some people have an inner narration? My inner decision making process sounds like a thousand people all clamouring for me to do different things. And then I choose the most general consensus out of all of them.
Yes.
I know that I’m stalling.
Fine.
Here’s the first memory...
You, the viewer watch as the Princess of the Night gathered a pool of silver out from her head. Her magic gently encased the memory in a royal blue glow as she carried it over to the pensieve. The pensieve the alicorn poured the memory into was odd. It looked like it was made from seaweed for one. And it was interwoven with several different things: - there was this feather that crackled with energy, what looked like a strand of changeling hair and this beautiful glowing flower interlocked in the weave of the basket-like pensieve. Then you notice that she was, in fact, waiting for you to follow her. Embarrassed you quickly make your way over to her and duck your head in.
Yes, we are on the moon. You do know I did come here from time to time before I got banished right? It is my territory after all.
And no, Tia does not visit the sun. That’s stupid – it’s a giant ball of gas! Where would she stand?
Alright. See that over there?
That’s me as I was – Princess Woona. Be overcome with my cuteness at that age. I know I am, and well, it’s me.
True enough, you the viewer see an extremely cute little alicorn filly standing on the surface of the moon looking about in confusion.
Now, I’m going to stop talking. Things are about to get good.
Woona looked about the moon in confusion. How did she get here? Why was she here? Why couldn’t she remember? The little filly wondered what she was going to do when the random thought of retrieving her own hooves popped into her mind.
Which was rather silly actually – she was wearing her hooves.
She shrugged and continued looking about the moonscape wondering what she could do now. Tapping her hooves against the ground she recalled how Tia told her about how the thingie that kept all ponies from flying off into space was weaker on the moon. For a second Woona wondered if she should hop across the moon in a happy fashion even as a sudden tingle came over her cute little body.
She might never ‘boing’ as high ever again.
So she crouched low to the ‘ground’ and sprang up with all the might in her little hooves.
And kept going.
Up and up and up and up and forever into space...
Woona shook her head briskly to clear her mind of the waking-dream.
“Whoa, that’ll be a bad end. And then I’ll need to respawn...”
After all, that tingle she felt just now was the strength of her sheer cuteness keeping her tethered on the moon – even she understood that. And with that Woona sat down to meditate. Something reminded her that she had not done her magic workout that day – and when she didn’t, strange things tended to happen. Strange things always happened when she didn’t raise the moon. Tia always insisted that she did so, so she did.
Strangely, Woona found that it was a lot easier to lift the moon when she was on it. It didn’t take quite as much out of her as usual, but, hey Tia wasn’t around to make her continue. Which was how little Woona decided to slack off. Just for the day, raising the moon was hard work after all, especially when you were on the moon.
Anyway, playtime!
And since Woona was alone, she could do anything. Anything at all. Like... Being alone in a hardboiled manner! (She always secretly wanted to do that. Tia wouldn’t let her.)
There was a reason why Tia said things happen when Woona didn’t use enough magic.
As Woona draped herself back against well, nothing (kicking back in a sufficiently badass manner); a chair materialized, along with a rather fashionable fedora (if she did say so herself). She suddenly felt like ingesting lots of coffee and hardboiled eggs (which was a little silly, Tia would never allow her near the coffee – her sister claimed she was hyper enough). A number of witty quips and sarcastic one-liners sprung into her mind (most of which would have made Tia shake her head and say ‘precocious child...’), and she felt like keeping an eye out for any suspicious-looking dames.
“You have gained 30 Hardboiled Points.”
A robotic sounding voice echoed through the recesses of space as a hoof-size number thirty (which for some reason was wearing a hat) drifted onto the ground next to her chair.
Woona shrugged and walked away from her chair of hardboiled-ness. As much as she enjoyed it, stargazing sounded brilliant right now for some reason. The stars glinted in the filly’s teal eyes as she looked happily at them. Then what looked like a duplicate of herself zoomed past, screaming.
“Wait. What?” Woona said incredulously as she shook her head to rid herself of the image.
It didn’t work.
Thinking that checking the Hardboiled Points Leaderboards would help her take her mind of things, she used a bit of her magic to it bring up. She knew that seeing herself in the first rank would...
Seriously?
I mean seriously?
Oh come on! How in Equestria did this Blueblood guy beat her in Hardboiled-ness? Thirty Hardboiled points was as high as anypony can get! And how were you supposed to get a tenth of a point? It didn’t make any sense.
Pouting, she slouched onto the fine ‘dirt’ of the moon. Running her hoof in patterns until she realised what she was drawing.
Tia and her. Together.
And for the first time since Woona randomly woke up on the celestial body she was responsible for, she felt utterly alone.