“Ugh, after all that walking around I’m starting to feel sticky.” Pinkie complains.
I nod my head to the bathroom. “Why don't you do a quick wash? I’m going to write a few things in my journal.”
She trots up close and gives me a quick kiss.
“Alright, be back soon.”
“I’ll be here.” I reply with a smirk.
As Pinkie walks off I turn around back to my journal. I flip to a new page and ready my quill.
So I guess this would be a good time to tell you about Luna. Since Pinkie and I are going to relax for a bit, I think this is the perfect time to tell you about how Luna and I first met. Now before, I told you that she helped me in my time of need. To be honest, she literally saved my life. Lets start from the beginning. You’ll understand as you read.
Its been a few days since I was thrown in this dungeon. I honestly don't know how to process this all right now. Talking ponies, actual talking ponies! I feel like I’m taking crazy pills! No matter how hard I try, I can't wake up. I can’t even remember how the hell I got here or anything about my life before waking up here. It's as if my entire life never happened. Like I simply came into existence at this point in time. I clench my fist some as I think over the only few memories I have.
That damn pink monster. I can't help but feel a strong feeling of hate for that pony. She screamed that I was a monster without even a second thought to speak to me. Because of her I’m now in this damp and dank dungeon. I’m probably going to die here. I doubt I have any rights, and these ponies just see me as a monster. I curl up into a ball as I sit in the corner and cry to myself.
Why can't I just go home?! I don't want to be here! No matter how many times I try to wake myself up it never works! This is real and I can't deny it. That or I really am insane, and that doesn't make this situation any better. So either this is real and I’m stuck in this hell, or I’m in the corner of a padded room drooling all over myself. This couldn't get any worse can it?
My self pity would have to be put on hold, since I can hear the sound of something approaching. I curl up even more in my corner as I face the wall. Maybe they would leave me alone?
“What manner of creature are thou?” I hear someone ask. The tone had a very royal type feel to it.
I ignore the voice as I try to hide myself away. The guards that threw me in here left me without a single word. So maybe if I stay silent then she will leave.
“Why do you ignore us!” She screams.
I had to cup my hands to my ears to stop them from rupturing. Even then the damage was already done. All I could hear now was a loud high pitched ringing. I quickly sit up in shock as I rub my ear some. Was I deaf!
“Oh god, I can't hear!” I scream.
I feel something pin my body to the ground as I try to flail about. That’s when it happened. I could see a small blue sparkly cloud encase my head. All panic in my body seemed to die out as I felt something cool and relaxing about this mist. With an audible pop, I could slowly hear the world around me come into focus again. The glow fades away as I quickly sit up.
I don't have to look far to see a slightly larger pony standing at my feet. She is a rather deep blue, wore a crescent moon necklace and her mane looked like it was crafted from the night sky itself. For a pony, she was rather easy on the eyes.
“We are sorry for having harmed you, creature.” She says with sorrow.
This is surprising. She sounds genuinely guilty over what she did. Not even the guards that tossed me into this cell gave me a passing glance. I did feel like I wanted to hide in my corner again, but I push those thoughts away. She is here and obviously could restrain me with that odd mist stuff.
“I-um...” My voice cracks out. I hadn't had a drink of water since they threw me in here. I start to cough uncontrollably from the dryness in the throat.
“Here, this will soothe you.” I hear the pony say.
I see that mist wrap around my neck and the dryness in my throat disappear. With another pop, I see a small glass of water set at my feet. I take the glass and drink it all.
“Has no pony been taking care of you?” She asks.
I chuckles a bit at that. “Who would willingly keep a monster alive?” I answer.
Her ears pin back at that. “I’m sorry to hear that. You have stayed your claws towards us. A monster you’re certainly not.”
I set the glass down as I reflect on everything that has happened.
“I might as well be one.” I chuckle in mirth. “Look at me. Those ponies that saw me decided I was better to be locked away and forgotten. I didn't even do anything to them and they ran away from me in fear.” I bring my knees to my chest as my eyes water a bit. “I don't even know where I am. Was it really my fault that lead me to this dungeon? Was my body language off, or did I not greet them in the right manner?”
The tears slowly start to fall as I rest my face into my knees. “How could I ever find a life here. The first pony I ever met called me a monster. I would expect no less from other ponies as well.” I sniffle some as I try to wipe my tears away. “Why am I even telling you this? Not like you would help me anyways.” I turn my back to her. “Just leave me alone. It might take awhile but starvation happens eventually.”
I hear the sound of her hooves as she gets up. I was about to let out a long sigh, till I felt something wrap around me. I lift my head up slightly to see I was being held by this strange pony. Her wings gently resting at my knees, as to cover my entire form. I felt myself freeze up at this feeling. To think this pony would hold me like this. Was it some kind of trick? Was she just trying to get information out of me?
“Thou remind me of ourself when we first came back from our banishment.” I hear the sadness in her voice. Her wings grip me a little tighter. “Ponies would run from us. Cower at our very hooves. Those ponies saw us as the monster from their stories. A walking nightmare.”
I stay silent as I let her talk. I oddly feel comfortable around this pony. Almost like were are kindred spirits or something. I can feel the small drops of liquid that fall onto my shoulders.
“We tried to make friend with our subjects. Yet they always turned us away. Though our loneliness did not hold. Our sister told us to visit Ponyville, as well as her student Twilight.” Her wings loosen a bit. “It was hard at first, but soon we found a semblance of normality. It never lasts though. Even now we still deal with the fear of our subjects.”
“So you’re telling me that even if I get out of here. I can never find peace.” I let out a long sigh.
“Nay. We are stating that with a friend thou may find peace yet.”
“Who would want to be my friend?” I say with a sad chuckle. “No one wants to be friends with me.”
“If thou would allow it. We would wish to have thee as a friend.” She says hesitantly.
I slowly turn around so I could face her. I can see the nervousness in her eyes as she slowly retracts her wings from me. How can I be sure that this isn't some kind of trick? She could just be leading me into a false sense of hope.Though, as I look into her eyes. I can't help but feel those thoughts die out. I can see how genuine she is about what she speaks.
“I-I guess that’s alright.” I answer.
Her worried attitude flips on a dime as she pulls me to her chest.
“We are happy to hear this!” She shouts, but not in the voice I heard before luckily.
Thankfully she sets me down as I take in a few breaths. She almost crushed the life out of me.
“So, what do I call you?” I ask her. “Can't be friends if we don't even know eachothers names.”
The pony perks up at that. “Understandable.” She clears her throat. “We are princess Luna. Though thee may call us Luna. What may we call thou?”
I wasn't too sure on what my name actually was. So I say the first thing that comes to mind. “Um, Anonymous. Just call me Anon.”
Luna gives a few nods at that. “Very well, Anon. We are happy to call you our friend.”
I give a slow nod. “It’s nice to have you as a friend as well, Luna.” I then look around my cell. “So what happens now?”
She smiles at me. “Now? Tis time for us to return to Canterlot. We think our sister would be rather interested to hear that an innocent creature has been locked in a dungeon for no reason.”
I can feel my fears start to well up. “You’ll be back, right?”
She gives me a nod. “Worry not human friend, we will be back before the moon rises once more.”
That was all she said as her horn lit up. She was gone in a flash as I was once again left alone in my cell. For the first time since coming to this place, I had hope that maybe things would work out.
“That’s so sad and sweet at the same time.” I jump up in shock and look over to see Pinkie standing right behind me. She looks at me with glistening eyes. “I know I said it before, but I’m really sorry for what happened.”
I calm myself down as I look back to my journal.
“I know, Pinkie. I don't blame you either.”
Pinkie comes to my side and looks over the page I’ve been writing.
“What else is in here?” She asks.
I gently close the journal. “The good, and the bad. My life, I guess.”
“Will I ever get to read it?” She looks to me with puppy dog eyes.
I chuckle at that as I run my hand through her mane.
“Maybe one day.” I give her a quick scratch behind the ears as I slowly rise from my seat. “How about we take a quick nap together?”
She beams at that. “I’ll get the bed ready.” She states before zipping off.
I shake my head at that as I look back to my journal. I quickly open it up and grab my quill.
She raises the moon and sets the night sky. Many fear her but never fear nightmares as they sleep. She is the night in all forms, and comes with many names. But I know her name as Luna, my first friend.
I set my quill down and look over to the room Pinkie is in. We’ve been having fun, but even I know that we will need to return to Ponyville eventually.
“~Anon~” I hear Pinkie call out.
Those thoughts can wait. I’ve got a great mare to snuggle with.