We have come to believe that everything we hear and see is the undeniable truth in this world but what if the past had been twisted beyond recognition and instead of true history we are presented with lies from a being that has managed to outlive everypony who once bore witness to what actually transpired. If it is not found out, a lie becomes the truth and it will always be easier to accept if the one who tells it to us is someone we have trusted for so very long.
We were once protected by someone who was forced to throw away everything she had come to love in her life, all for the faint hope of a second chance. We all know it was an uprising that failed but what we were never told was the size of this revolt and the true reason behind it. The Lunar republic lasted for but a short moment in the annals of time yet it shaped the world to what it is today.
Luna's role in the conflict was drastically changed when the stories of her heroics warped into nothing more than a sad fairy tale about good and evil battling each other. A princess plagued by jealousy who started a rebellion in order to throw the entire world into a never-ending night. The world is not all black and white but still most citizens of Equestria have accepted this as the truth.
Celestia the sun goddess, the one constant in our lives is quite different from what we believe her to be and to this day the truth behind the crown and the royal family is unknown.
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The mare that dared enter the Everfree forest this cold and windy night cared little for the history of all ponykind. She had no interest in the truth but the words of her father acted as an incentive in her mind and pushed her forward. A tad of curiosity, thirst for adventure and the possibility of seeing her old man helped as well. Since she is a unique pony her way of viewing the world differed from most normal mares and colts. A simple word was engraved in the very core of her being, the one thing that makes her into who she is. "Fun", if the world didn't offer a chance to laugh and throw away the chains of order everypony insisted on wearing it would make it impossible for her to live her life the way her father had intended.
Peace is a word she struggles with often, the meaning behind it confuses her greatly. Why do ponies accept an existance that is so utterly boring and meaningless when a world of the unknown is around them? The world offers freedom from the monotone cycle of life and yet they still turn away from it and continue to run in the same tracks as always. Is the only wish in their miserable lives to expand their lifespan so that they can keep walking on the same road they do every day?
Tragedy is what forces everypony to change, the one thing that can make them open their eyes. That is what her father told her and therefor it is the truth. The best way to break the current balance is by throwing in an unknown element, something princess Celestia is unaware of. A forgotten wound hidden in the old Lunar capital, a city now overgrown by the mystical and magical flora conjured by the self-proclaimed ruler of Equestria.
As she trotted past the old crumbling buildings of a generation long since forgotten the moonlight made their shadows cast chaotic and twisted shapes around her, when the wind blew through the trees the dark patterns seemed to be almost dancing under the star filled sky. An illusion of life, she doubted any ghost would still linger in such a place. One thousand years of nothing would bore her to death for sure. Then again is it possible for a ghost to be bored? Maybe she should ask her father once they were reunited.
The gentle breeze made her billowy mane flow and obstruct the vision slightly, she brushed it to her left side while at the same time staring back at the dense forest she had just heard a creature's howling from, no doubt it was one of the timber wolves she had been told about in Ponyville. The cry of the animal did little to scare her; instead it only seemed to intensify the exhilirating feeling that coursed through her body. It was pure excitement in its rawest form, the risk of death made life so much more enjoyable.
The young mare was looking for a special building in the center of the ruins; the dome-shaped structure had once been the official headquarters of the short lived resistance. Majestic during its time in the past but now the vegetation growing all over it made it look alive and sinister. As if the forest itself had the power to bring life to dead objects. She giggled slightly at her own imagination and continued her walk towards the entrance that now was more of a gaping hole than an actual door. Roots had managed to make their way through the roof and now covered large parts of the walls. When struck by the moonlight that managed to make its way through the various cracks and holes in the building hundreds of flowers were lit up on the floor all of them sharing the same three colors. Black, purple and blue with various patterns, the once famous moon blossoms of the royal court. Everything together created quite a serene atmosphere. It was as if it had been planned to be this way from the very beginning.
Once she reached the innermost sanctum of the crumbling ruin the words of her father were proven to be true. In a sea of flowers there stood a mare petrified just like her father in the royal garden of Canterlot. When her hooves touched the ground just in front of the pedestal the warrior had been placed on a cloud of blue fireflies started to emerge under her, all swirling and curious about the new visitor. She let out a faint sneeze when one of the insects decided it would be a good idea to climb on her nose.
"Abandoned and forgotten, poor you. Were all your efforts meaningless in the end I wonder? I like to think every pain has some purpose. After all isn't it our emotions that shape the world in the end? Did your emotions pierce through that suffocating darkness just before she was taken from you?"
The petrified alicorn remained silent, frozen in a posture with her wings spread out and chest protruding as if daring someone to attack her. Her eyes forever glaring at an enemy in a war that had ended over one thousand years ago.
The young mare placed her right hoof on the alicorn's cheek and smiled gently.
"Not all of us get a second chance, you better appreciate this."
After the simple touch a sparkling purple mark was created, it burnt dimly for a brief moment then began to grow ever so slightly over the face of the ancient Lunar warrior. When the spell freed her sapphire blue eyes from their gaze of hatred a single tear rolled down her cheek. The sudden gush of air her wings created when they repositioned themselves to a more comfortable position at her sides made the warriors white mane flow through the air and land over the black royal armor of the republic that covered her gray coat. She began to paw the ground with her right hoof as if to prepare for an incoming attack while her eyes tried to focus on what was in front of her.
"Lady Luna?" she spoke with a voice that cracked.
"Not even close dear, but i could take you to her and that big sister of hers. I have always loved reunions, especially the emotional ones. Well most of them are but hay, you know what kind of emotions I am talking about right?" the adventurous mare said while nodding her head energetically.
"Who are you?" the former garden ornament asked while her irises tried to adjust to the darkness that engulfed the room.
"Ponies call me Screwball, it is a pleasure to meet you general Freya. My daddy told me lots about you and he isn't much for stories." she said while bobbing her head from side to side.
Freya breathed in deeply and let her gaze wander across the floor and the fading murals that covered the walls, for a brief moment she seemed somewhat lost in thought then shook her head and turned once again towards her unusual liberator.
"I doubt you did all of this out of the kindness of you heart, what do you want from me?"
Screwball began laughing uncontrollably after the question was uttered, her swirly eyes spinning as if they themselves were chuckling. What do I want? She wondered while tapping her left hoof at the floor. Words poured into her mind. She wanted anarchy, mayhem, pandemonium, confusion, instability, devastation, bedlam, uproar, disaster, destruction, chaos, DISCORD!
She raised her head with a huge sadistic grin on her face.
"I just want to have fun."