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A Vivid Dreamer - Kronoxis



Luna finds the dreams of something that doesnt belong in Equestria.

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Ch3: The calm before the storm

A Vivid Dreamer – Ch3
The calm before the storm

After reassuring her sister that she was fine and that there was no need for concern, both Luna and Celestia headed down to the dining hall for their respective supper slash breakfast. While they ate Luna retold her adventure she had in the strange dream. Celestia’s face bore a look of concern.

“Lulu what you did was nothing short of reckless.” Chided Celestia, but Luna was not phased.

“Tia you should have seen it, the land was both beautiful and saddening at the same time. And We are most certain that such a land does not exist in all of Equestria. For such a creature to dream of a place, perhaps it may not terrestrial.” Luna’s mind was once again giddy with excitement at where this train of thought had led her. If the creature she had seen was extra-terrestrial, where would it have come from? Did it come in peace? Did it find socks appealing? All these thought were brought to an abrupt stop as Celestia drew her attention back to the table.

“Luna! I do not know how you could have made such a reckless decision so easily? What you experienced could have easily been the trappings of a Dreamweaver. You could have just as easily fallen prey to its web as anypony.” The concern for Luna’s safety was radiating off her seated form.

“Oh hush Tia, where is your sense of adventure? We both know that Dreamweavers are near non-existent. We dealt with them in the very much the same way you had dealt with the Windigos.” Luna recalled her sisters hatred toward the spirits that had both caused and fed off hatred.

“Yes I understand, but you had been absent for a thousand years. Both you and I know that I cannot traverse the Dreamscape in the same manner as you. Anything could have happened within such a time frame” Luna nearly beamed at the indirect complement.

“But can you not admit that We have piqued your interest? We had traversed a dream of a creature We had never seen before, while it was dreaming of a location We do not believe to exist on this planet. And this very creature slumbers within our borders.” The jubilance in Luna’s voice could not be understated.

“Very well, this evening I shall accompany you within the Dreamscape. So that we may find its whereabouts within our borders and determine the threat it poses to our little ponies.” Celestia could not help but smile when she heard a faint squee drift over from the other end of the table.

“It has been too long since we last dream-walked together Tia. We cannot help but be reminded of the times we pranced together through the dreams of our ponies.” Luna had to place a hoof over her muzzle in a failed attempt to stifle her giggles.

“I remember many of them not being wholly appropriate.” Celestia remarked with a shudder and she recalled the many, many times both Luna and herself would walk into a stallion’s wet dream. There was a loud thump, as Celestia looked up from her plate all she could see were her sister’s hind legs flailing in the air. Luna had fallen over backwards laughing so hard it brought tears to her eyes.

The rest of the meal was eaten in relative silence. Celestia with a small smirk on her face as she recalled the fond memories she had with her sister before she had declared herself Nightmare Moon. At the other end of the table Luna occasionally let out a muffled giggle as she recalled the many times she led Celestia to a dream of a stallion that only had eyes on one mare, the Princess of the sun. She still found that many stallions preferred Celestia with a pink coat instead of her more regal white.

With their meals finished Celestia excused herself, as she had her duties to attend to. Luna on the other hoof could not contain her excitement. Her body was well rested from spending the entire evening dream walking, but her mind was racing with unanswered questions about her unknown dreamer. Then there was also the anticipation for that night, as hopefully both Luna and Celestia would be able to get some answers. But seeing as Luna was normally asleep during the day there were no duties for her to attend. Luna was restless as she fidgeted with her hooves, and then the cutlery.

Luna, Princess of the night needed something to do.

***

It was late afternoon, and Luna was laughing so hard her sides began to ache. She had decided that the best way to spend the day was to prank Celestia’s day guards. Luna would use her magic in order to disguise herself as either a strange mare or stallion, and then trot past a guard station. When they would call out for her to stop, she would turn a corner and "disappear".

Luna was currently disguised as an orange coated, red maned Pegasus mare perched on the roof of a castle tower. She couldn’t help but laugh as she watch whole squads of guards ran around the castle grounds, looking for the “Extremely Evasive Tourists”. Her laughs were silenced when her stomach began to growl. Perhaps there is still some cake in the kitchens that Tia has left un-demolished, Luna thought as she took off heading for the nearest servant’s entrance.

As Luna entered the servant’s break room that connected the kitchens to the outside gardens, she could not help but overhear a conversation between two of the castles staff.

“Wow that is just gorgeous.” Exclaimed the off-white coated, yellow maned Pegasus. “Where did you get that?”

With her interest piqued Luna couldn’t help but glance over to the corner the two servants were occupying. There floating in the magical aura of the light blue coated, brown maned unicorn stallion was a rose. Luna was about to continue on her way to the kitchen when she noticed something odd about it, the rose was not grown but crafted. The petals on the metal flower shone a brilliant gold, the stem was a sterling silver it even had blunted thorns. And there sitting in the middle of the bud was a shimmering ruby, the light reflecting off its many facets. It seems so delicate, was Luna’s thoughts on the artificial flower.

“On my way back from Manehatten, I went to go pickup my brother's guard armor. He was having it repaired by an old blacksmith that lives in that mining town along the train tracks. When I went in to pick up the armor I saw this on display and thought ‘this would make a great gift for my wife’. I just had to pick it up, apparently the blacksmith had taken in an apprentice a couple of days back and he started making things like this. I wished to thank the apprentice myself but he was out at the moment. I never thought a pony would be able to make something so delicate.” Explained the unicorn stallion.

Luna continued on into the kitchen with a smile on her face. She knew the blacksmith the unicorn was talking about. Many of Luna’s own guard would take their equipment to this blacksmith for repairs, his name being Iron Ingot. The reasoning was that the local blacksmith in Canterlot didn’t like to deal with ‘unique’ look the Lunar guard sported. That and Iron's worksponyship was by far the better, but he was still getting on in age. Also Iron being an earth pony was extremely stubborn and calling him a grouch would be a compliment, still it brought a smile to Luna’s face to think that the old goat was finally willing to pass the torch.

***

Luna had just raised her moon and was now sitting on her balcony, waiting for her sister to arrive. She was so giddy with excitement that she couldn’t keep still, her fore hooves constantly tapping out a rhythm on the tiled floor.

“Evening Lulu, perhaps you would know something about our elusive tourists that have been seen wondering the castle grounds today” Celestia glided down and seated herself beside her sister, with a knowing smile spread across her muzzle.

“We could not sleep, Our mind was plagued with many a question. And Our body was restless.”

“You were always the one between us that would ask the important questions. Shall we begin then?”

Luna nodded and then tilted her head over towards her sister. Celestia mirrored Luna’s posture until their horns crossed half way up the elegant shafts. Both sisters closed their eyes, as Luna focused her magic her horn began to glow. The cooling blue aura of Luna’s magic started at the base of her horn and began to climb along its regal shape till it reached the tip. Then Celestia’s horn began to glow a brilliant gold, starting at the tip and working its way down in a reverse fashion until both horns were alight. Both princesses were almost statuesque as they sat there, only the slow shallow rise and fall of their barrels were an indication that they still lived.

*DRIP*

*DRIP*

Both princesses open their eyes at the same time, to find themselves floating within the Dreamscape. While Luna’s dark coloured form and sparkling mane allowed her to blend in seamlessly within the Dreamscape, Celestia’s form was quite disruptive. Celestia’s white regal coat along with her rainbow hued mane stood out almost as bright as her sun in contrast. But that was not all; the radiance that Celestia’s body naturally produced was almost harsh compared to the comfort it provided in the waking world. It was this radiance that her body produced that swept away all of the dream motes within a large radius, and the reflective surface of the ocean beneath them constantly rippled outward with Celestia at the center. The expression on Celestia’s face was crestfallen.

“This is your domain Luna, I do not belong here” Celestia’s voice carried the same regal strength as it did in the waking world, and caused a few motes directly in front of her to float further away.

“Oh come now, We are sure that there is a stallion or two somewhere here that would take a liking to you.” Luna whispered in the ethereal voice that seemed to carry everywhere at once. Both sisters began to smile as they flew out over the Dreamscape in search of the one thing that interested them both.

When they found what they were looking for both sisters were surprised by what they found. The first thing Luna noted was the colour; it was now cycling between a bright angry red and a dark depressing blue. The second was that the dream was not anchored to the ocean’s surface as she had seen it do previously. The third was that it tendrils that flowed out around it in the mimic of a flame were now sporadic; they would whip about lashing and flexing but never settling.

The concern on Celestia’s face was as clear as her sun in the sky, “Are you sure that this is safe?”

“We are most certain, but it appears as if they are having a nightmare.”

Author's Note:

A/N: WOOH, first proper dialogue. and we are leading into our first nightmare, SPOOKY.

also, FORESHADOWING. in case you missed it.