Year 320, Luna
About twenty years ago....... The best thing ever happened.
A basket appeared in front of my face. And this basket is the best thing ever.
IT WAS A PICNIC BASKET.
I opened it. Yes, I did. I’ve got the use of my horn back. Nightmare Moon was so angry when she found out!
I lifted the first scroll up. It had Celestia’s royal seal on it. A drop of moisture formed in my eye, making it’s way down my face.
I unravelled it, and teared up. I was stuck up here for a thousand years, unless Celly got me back on Tuesday.
But there was more! A scroll that could tell what day it was in Equestria! Oh, Nightmare used that spell right away, just to see whether she could get back. It was a waste of time, unfortunately.
Also packed was a LOT of food. I still have half of it. Yeah, the basket was big.
But the best thing of all was....
A game. A game for foals. My favourite game.
I screamed. Well, in my mind. Everything was in my mind now.
But anyway, Celly still loves me! Flying sufficed for celebration, even if Nightmare Moon was trying to spoil it.
I wish that I could send one back.
Year 340
A tingly feeling in my right forehoof dragged me out of my moping. I feel that Nightmare Moon is letting down her defences to me, slightly as time goes on. Or is she getting weaker? I sure hope so. It will be easier to take over her, for when I get back. Maybe I will be able to completely change back before I get home, convincing everyone that I’m not a threat. It’ll all be normal again.
But do I want it to be normal? Do I want to rule with my sister again? Should I blend into the populace, become a normal pony? Should I stay here forever? So many questions, not enough answers. I don’t know what I should do anymore. I guess if Nightmare Moon goes back to Equestria, not Princess Luna, the Elements of Harmony will send her back to the moon. And it will be a cycle, until I take over Nightmare Moon. If I take over Nightmare Moon.
Anyway, I’m trying not to get into depression again. I’ll turn to nicer subjects.
The other year, Nightmare Moon, probably out of boredom, looked at Equestria again. In eighty years it had changed so, so much. More cities, everywhere. Equestria’s borders stretching further and further, the ponies turning dry, coarse, stiff grass into lush, green, delectable grass over a matter of time.
Whoever saves me from this endless boredom shall receive a gift.
Year 360
My suspicions are looking to be very plausible. I can use my right forehoof. Her defences are becoming weaker. It’s only been about three hundred and fifty years. Wait, three hundred and sixty years. Maybe she’ll weaken enough that I can take over my body again. Then I’ll convince everypony that I’m actually a good pony. Then... I don’t know. It will go back to normal. But what is normal when you’ve been stuck on the moon for a long time?
You know, or rather you don’t because you’re just my mind, OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?! AHHHH EVERYPONY RUN FOR YOUR LIVES IT’S RAINING ROCKS OF FIREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! AH WHAT AH NO NO NO NIGHTMARE MOON GET OUT OF THE WAY! YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! Wait... Being thousands of years old isn’t really young... Ah, what the hell, I am immortal. BUT NOT INVINCIBLE! GET OUT OF THE WAY! SO MANY FIREY ROCKY DUSTY RAINBOWS! Ooh, a Sonic Flameboom. OH MY GOD RUNNNNNNNN-
Year 380
Um... Now that I’m looking back on my previous entry I probably should explain why I flipped out. You see, there was this huge meteor shower while I was recording, and, uh, I might have forgotten to stop recording once it had begun. And by recording, I mean mentally saying it in my mind as I am just a piece of floaty stuff floating around my - Or, rather, Nightmare’s - mind.
Equestria’s flourishing - much more than when I was there. It’s really quite sad. Celly’s doing so well without me. It’s like she never wanted me. Like she would have banished me here if Nightmare wasn’t going to declare eternal night.
SNAP OUT OF IT.
Anyway, I think Nightmare’s going a bit crazy. She found this rock last year, and she’s been calling it Rocky. Each to their own, I guess.
Year 400
Start the celebrations? Not really, when YOUR OWN “LOVING” SISTER SENT YOU TO THE MOON!
Ahem.
I just... Don’t think I’ll be able to hold out much longer. Nightmare’s already proven to have lost it. She’s just repeating herself with “So many friends” and playing with Rocky all year. And yes, years are becoming like days to us. I think it’s sometime in the four hundredth year. Oh look, Nightmare’s celebrating. With Rocky. At a ‘tea party’. Mmm, those are some delicious MOON ROCK cakes.
Shame it’s not a real party, perhaps there could have been some gifts.