//------------------------------// // Sacra Lacrimas // Story: Stars and Midnight Blue // by Wordless Prism //------------------------------// “We just cannot see as to why?” Luna sobbed. “Come now your highness, not all is lost. So what if you were cross at a noble? That old stallion, was a pompous ass, he was overly disrespectful! In addition, I know that thy anger got to thee... and when thou yelled at him, he... may have... died. I’m not very good at this.” Nice Favonian, smooth. "They called us a monster!” she cried. He put a comforting hoof on her shoulder. “Nay thou art not a monster! Quick to anger perhaps, however, can we blame the goddess of war being cross at a noble acting the fool?” he tried. “They say we should be named...” she choked. “nig... Nightmare M-Moon!” she stammered. “Nay not a nightmare, not some beast. A wonder to behold, a fragrance of night to calm a fervor dream.” He spoke softly. She cried for a time with his wing upon her in comfort. When her tears were dried, she thanked him with a sniff. “Thank thee for thy friendship.” He put his wing to his side. “But this pain has gone on for centuries. With no form of relief. I will just kill these feelings like the parasite they are, growing and festering within mine heart. However, how doth thy training progress to become a member of the Royal Night Guard ?” she asked. “Well... ugh damn.” I hate lying to her; of course, it is impossible to do so anyway. “Tis fantastic!” she’s thousands of years old, and if I stare at her hard enough, she will buy what I’m saying.” Favonian, thou art a terrible liar. What tis it that troubles thee?” her eyes seemed to sting him. If she truly wishes to know the outcome, so be it. “Sadly your highness, I failed the mental portion of the final exanimation.” He never made eye contact with her. “So therefore, I will be joining the Night’s Watch.” He finished. “What, how hath this come to pass?” she commanded. He stayed silent. “SPEAK Favonian!” “I failed from lack of studying. It seems I have hath spent the last few months of basic training in thy company.” He looked ashamed. “Well… damn. We did not expect that. Well look towards the lighter side.” She tried. “Thou hast spent thy time with us, as thou hast said! Moreover, thy still is in our Night’s Watch, doth that not count for something?” Twas her turn to lay a hoof, on his shoulder. “But the point of this was to get closer to a friend, Princess.” he looked up from his pity. “Oh, thou art sweet in thy intentions; however things happen which are out of our control. Maybe an occasional letter will suffice?” she lifted his chin with a hoof. “I suppose.” Tis impossible to have a hurt heart, when with this mare. “And on the other hoof, we have been distracted because of thee as well.” She looked off to the distance and frowned a little. “What! Luna forgive me, I’m so sorry.” Oh (insert your curse word of choice here) he cursed to himself. “Do not worry mine friend. Thou hast only kept us from our children.” She assured. “Well that’s an important thing.” He said. “Speaking of which, when will I see this ‘Garden of Shadows’?” he coked an eyebrow. “Thou shall behold its glory in due time, Favonian.” She knew they were good friends now, but she felt as though he is not ready. Little did any of them know when he would be deemed ready, they would never get the chance to go together. “As you wish your highness.” The way she made it sound in her song was amazing. I wish she would let me see it. “Please, hath we not been friends for the past few months? Call us Luna.” She commanded with a smile. “So be it, Luna.” He said, bowing. “Ugh, thou art impossible!” she laughs. “So, we believe tis thine turn to sing to us.” She reminded. It had become a tradition of sorts between them, to take turns in composing, and pro-forming songs. “Oh, yes I almost forgot.” He said sarcastically. “Come now Favonian, thou singest wonderful!” she encouraged. “Sure I do.” He rolled his eyes. “Tears, by yours truly.” He began, soft but slowly growing in tempo. “Leaves and snow fall on my face, My blood wets the grass.” “I lay in such a peaceful place, Warmth comes to me in mass.” “Chorus” “I lay and wait for Azrael to take my body tonight, I lay and wait for St. Michael to take my soul a flight.” “End chorus” “I’ve got a healthy disease, The wind rushes though the meadow trees, Sounds like a symphony of leaves.” “In this ground I plant this seed, That when I’m gone, Still in this ground, here it will be.” “I christen the moon and bless the sun, I pray for the ocean and rivers in between, I sing a hymn for all the earth, And hope to join the stars above.” “Oh, to finally feel weightless and free, But unable to breath, Unable to feel, unable to speak, Unable to see.” “Chorus” “I lay and wait for Azrael to take my body tonight, I lay and wait for St. Michael to take my soul a flight.” “End” “So…?” he began. “What did thou think?” he humbly asked. “Twas very good Favonian, thank thee for sharing.” She said kindly. “However, why sing about death?” Luna inquired. “I’ve been reading a lot of Edgar Allan Pony.” He smiled. Oh how I love his smile. She shook her head. “Yes we fancy his work as well. Now we have something we wish to…” she was interrupted by a very loud voice. “LU!... LUNA!! Where art thou?” they herd Celestia’s voice yell. “We have to be off, same hour tonight?” she asked. “It will be as thou hast said, good night Luna.” He bid her. “And a good night to thee, as well.” She chimed. “Oh, there you are sister.” Celestia spoke as she popped out of nowhere. Favonian quickly bowed, and Celestia acknowledged him. “Good morning Favonian, I thank thee for comforting mine sister; we had to attend some very important business.” She thanked. “Twas a problem not, your highness.” He smiled, and then looked at Luna. “Hhmm…” Celestia seemed to ponder something. “How long hast thou been acquaintances Luna?” she asked. “Six months Tia, Why?”She replied. “Oh I’ve just seen thine friend around every so often and got confused on the time of things.” She said nonchalantly. “Oh, all right thin, shall we go?” Luna moved to the door. “Yes thou go on, we wish to check something. We will join thee post haste.” She overly smiled. “Okeeey, we shall wait for thee.” Something is amiss, and whatever it tis her game, we do not fancy to play it. When Luna left, Favonian bowed and started to go as well. “Halt, Favonian!” Celestia Commanded. Unknown to him she spoke in his head so Luna would not hear. “Yes your highness?” he bowed again, then went stiff as his vision went white, and Celestia’s eyes meat his. She was so close to him her horn was resting on his head; her mane was washed over his back and right side. He could small the sweet spice of tea on her breath when her hot breath hit him. Her voice was no longer melodic and motherly instead mincing and dark. “We are eight-hundred years older than our sister; we know when a male is smitten with a female. Dost thou lovest our sister?” she interrogated “Oh, holy-“ “Answer us!” she yelled. It was then that he understood that they were having this interrogation in his head. Those eyes, I cannot look away. What do I do? His mouth worked for him, which sadly is often the case with most everypony anyway. “Yes! I am so sorry your highness. I didn’t mean to!” She huffs to silence him. “Doth she know?” she seemed to stare more intently and bore into him. “She doth know a little, however I’m too scared to bring it up.” He whispered. “Tis more than ‘just a little’ isn’t it?” she inquired. “What doth thou mean?” he was once again vary lost. “We know what thou feelst, don’t lie to us!” “I know not to what thou speak I swear!” he pleaded. “Doth thou truly not understand?” she let out a breath, as she stood back up. “Thou hast what is known as the Donec Diligunt Mortem Syndrome.” “I’m sorry, what know?” he asked. “It means ‘Love Till Death’, what thou hast is very complicated. Understand, thy power tis not our power, thy thoughts are not our thoughts, in effect, thy love tis not our love. We Alicorns are different in many ways, though we are the same. When a pony like thee falls in love with one such as us, their feelings mix with our power of love. Therefore, they love as we do, and when this happens, they will never stop loving that pony. Ever, even until death and beyond, or for time and all eternity. Doth thou understand know?” she asked. “So I have this ‘Dow-nic,’ “’Donec Diligunt Mortem Syndrome’, yes we can say thou dose.” She confirmed. “What do I do then, your majesty?” he breathed. “Nothing, we will tell her, we shall be the one who finds out if she returns thy feelings. We know how to do this.” She told him. “So, is this thy blessing?” he held his breath. “……… yes it is, we have not seen our sister smile thus in centuries.” At least he is not some gold digging noble. “Thank thee your highness.” She held up a hoof, to stop him. “Yes, I must go and do this thing, thou go and rest for a time. Thou will need it.” She left him alone with his thoughts. “So, what was that all about?” Luna said after her sister had finished raising the sun. “That was something with which we need to converse, if we could do so in mine chambers, please.” Celestia trotted from the balcony. Once they had themselves comfortable, Luna tried to speak but Celestia did so first. “Yea tis about thine friend Favonian and something thou needs to know.” She told. “Fine to the point then, why art thou harassing mine friend?” she rubbed her temples. “We have a reason, if thy would humor us?” she sipped from a cup of tea, where it had come from and how it was hot, only she knows. “We are tired but if thou wish to play this game, so be it” she waited for Celestia to continue. “We would simply ask for thee to describe thy friend to us.” She sipped from her tea. “What dose thou thinkst of him?” she finished. “Tis that all?” she inquired. A nod from the larger party confirmed her question. “Well, as thou knowest he is a young pegasus, with a dark silver cote and pure white mane. His eyes are a sea green; his talent mark is three cherry blossoms, which tells thee what he did before becoming a guard.” She finished, and looked to her sister waiting for a response. “Very nice, however we meant what are thy feelings to him?” she made herself clear. “Oh, well he possesses a heavenly countenance; he also has a noble and dignified manner about him. He is not one whom a friend, however intimate, would slap familiarly on the back or turn and twist about when shaking hoofs; such proceedings with him would be as much out of place as with the proudest monarch. Yet there is nay a haughtiness in his character; he is gracious, polite, and friendly to all. Whosoever goes into his presence, in private or in public, feels intuitively that they are in the presence of a great stallion, a stallion of honor and merit.” Luna finished. “It sounds like thou art found of him, yes?” maybe she does have some feelings for him. “Yes we are, now what is this all about Tia?” she huffed. We suppose she deserves to have a strait forward question. “Doth thou love him Luna?” she spoke softly. “Love! No we do not! Why hast thou asked this?” her eyes went wide. “Donec Diligunt Mortem.” Celestia said. “Sorry what was that?” Luna remarked. “Doth thou remember what tis its meaning?” she asked. “Yea we do, why?” why would she bring that up out of nowhere? “In truth, thy friend has succumbed to its effects.” She said bluntly. “What, how hath it come to thy knowledge? How sure art thine accusations?” she leaned into her. “We have felt these things before Luna, we know the signs.” She told her. “How can this be? In order for a being to have Donec Diligunt Mortem, is for the Alicorn to have a loving feelings reflected back onto them.” Luna said. “So tis clear that thy feelings for him are real. Thou just dose not see them.” Celestia concluded. Can this be true? How dose one know for sure? We do like him but love? Perhaps tis the possibility of love that will come in time. Yes for this is the answer. It was then that Luna realized she had said that aloud. “Yea this could be true Luna, we advise thee to write him letters as he is away. And when we are done with the prayer spell thy could give it to him.” Celestia counseled. Luna sighed. “If thy think it to be best sister, we shall try. Now can we go to sleep please?” “Yes, good night sister.” Celestia bid. “And a good day to you, Tia.” Luna replied.