It was evening in Canterlot, nearing sundown. The sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the city.
Celestia ate her dinner in the waning light, the small salad portion her dietician had given her. The majority of her little ponies would no doubt be doing the same, enjoying a good meal before bed. At the same time, she knew that there would be some, not many but some, ponies that were just waking up and eating breakfast.
She smiled slightly to herself. The local night scene was something that Celestia had never even dreamed of. She had done a great many things to encourage acceptance of the night and darkness over the last thousand years, but the night life had evolved on its own. She had encouraged it, of course; such things would make Luna so happy. How her sister had loved it when she had found out that first week back, going out alone for a midnight stroll only to come upon a pony who was a kindred spirit of the night. If only there had been such a phenomenon a thousand years ago, perhaps her sister would not have become Nightma-
Celestia bit down harder than she meant to on her salad fork, causing a tink that could be heard across the table.
There was nopony there to hear it. The place, all set for her sister, was empty. The food which had been set out along with her own was cold by now.
She hadn’t dined with her sister all week.
Celestia sighed. Luna had been so wrapped up in her work these last few days that she had ceased coming to meals. This morning, the sunrise was late– Celestia had waited and waited for her sister to lower the moon, but her sister had not touched her celestial orb. She had finally done it herself, prepared for a verbal haranguing from her sister for touching her beloved Moon, but no such thing happened.
She was worried. This obsession in some ways reminded her of Luna's fall; a thousand years ago, she had begun skipping meals and shutting herself away from the world as well. She had withdrawn, coming out of her chambers only on the most dire of reasons. Of course, it had all ended when she had come out in the middle of the day and had declared that the night would last forever.
With a practiced smile, Celestia excused herself from the table as one of her faithful ponies began to clean up the table. She caught one last glimpse of Luna's untouched meal before it too was swept out of the room with her own dishes.
For a thousand years she had eaten meals without her sister. She would not see such a thing come to pass again, not if she could help it.
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Celestia had optimistically checked her sister's bedchambers first in the hopes that her sister had finally decided to sleep, but she was disappointed. Then she had checked the astronomy tower, in the hopes that her sister had decided to take a break and do some stargazing, as she often did when she was stuck or needed time to mull things over. She was once again disappointed. She hoped, nay, prayed, that Luna would raise the Moon and her beloved stars when the time came for the changing day, but Celestia was disappointed in this as well. She gave up and brought forth the night, as she had so rarely done in the last two years, when it became clear that her sister would not be doing so herself.
It was the last straw, in Celestia's mind. Something had to be done. Now. Before she lost her sister for another thousand years, or worse.
She made her way towards her sister's Arcanum, deep within the cliff that Canterlot rested upon. Celestia had never been much for magic; oh, she was good enough at spells, quite adept at those she chose to master, but the inspiration and drive to create new forms of magic, to tease out the arcane secrets of the world, that talent belonged to her sister. It always had. She had built the Arcanum to cater to those interests, deep enough and far enough away to be safe for her more dangerous tests. More recently, her Arcanum had become her makeshift home as she examined the artifact that she had brought back from the Spring.
A short conversation with one of the bat-winged Night Guard standing outside revealed that Luna had not left the Arcanum for nearly two days now. She had not been requesting meals for last day, though the Guard outside had ordered and delivered meals to her. The guard told Celestia that her sister had been unusually focused; she had barely acknowledged his presence, or the food. His delivery this evening had found that she had not eaten her lunch.
Warning bells rang inside Celestia's head, even as she smiled and thanked him before making her way into the Arcanum herself.
The large, hemispherical chamber was full of archaeo-tech objects, from thuamatic resonators to archaeo-spectral detectors. It was a place that had quite clearly been built and designed by her sister; the lone light in the room floated above the water chalice in the center of the room, and everywhere Celestia looked, it was dark– the stone, the counters, her sister...
Luna sat facing away from the door, unmoving; even her mane appeared still. A tray of food, untouched, sat on the counter near her, the only noticable thing on the table as it appeared all the other arcane equipment had been cleared away from the area. All except the object, of course. It hung in front of her, the flat reflective surface turned such that Celestia could see her reflection as she came up behind her sister.
Her sister did not respond to her presence, not even to the hoofsteps that Celestia did not muffle that sounded throughout the chamber. Her mane flowed ever so slowly, her fur was unkempt and messy, and Celestia's nose detected a certain staleness about her sister that indicated that she had not bathed in several days. Nothing highly offensive, mind, but every pony developed an odor after time without a cleansing, something that she and her sister, powerful as they were, were not exempt from.
More concerning to Celestia was the unbroken stare of her sister into the reflective surface of the artifact, marred only by an occasional, likely involuntary, eye twitch.
"Luna?" Celestia asked softly. There was no response.
"Lulu?" she tried again, poking her sister slightly. Luna did not respond to this any more than she responded to her name.
Celestia sighed. She had feared that her sister was becoming obsessed and it appeared that her fears were justified. Given her state, it appeared that she had perhaps even waited too long to intervene. Nevertheless, the situation was still salvageable in her opinion. Separation from the artifact, a few days rest, and Luna would no doubt be as good as new.
"Sister, this has gone on long enough," Celestia said as she gently yet firmly pushed her sister with a hoof. "You haven't even taken the time to eat, much less perform your–"
"NO!"
Luna reacted violently once her sister had pushed her to the point where she had lost eye contact with the reflective surface. Celestia was not prepared for her sister to shove her aside. She now stood, eye still twitching, a mere half hoof from the mirror, her eyes wide as they peered into the black depths of the mirror.
For a few moments Celestia simply stared. Then she tried a different angle of attack.
"Sister, you have to get some rest," Celestia stated as she reached for the artifact. "Please–"
The next thing Celestia was consciously aware of was the sensation of flying through the air– without the aid of her wings. After that, it was the very intense pain in her skull and back that came with being slammed through three separate tables filled with glassware and arcane equipment followed by an unfortunate encounter with the solid rock that made up the walls of the Arcanum.
She lay there, dazed, before she was suddenly grabbed in a turquoise aura. It began to drag her across the floor, through the wreckage her sudden and unexpected flight had left. She lit her horn, attempting to clear her mind enough to counteract the spell, but before she could do so her horn was doused in turquoise and her magic forced painfully back into her skull.
"Well, well, sister," came a silky voice. Even through her pain-induced haze, Celestia recognized that voice. Her eyes widened and her hooves struggled, but the grip was too strong and her magic was blocked.
Her journey stopped just in front of the mirror, at hooves that were covered in silver slippers. Turquoise magic began to lift her, starting with her head and dragging the rest of her body up with it. Up, past the silver hoof slippers, past the silver armor that adorned her sister's now midnight-black barrel, past the armored neckline, past the muzzle that greeted her with fangs, up to the teal, dragon-irised eyes.
The eyes of Nightmare Moon.
"You should know better than to take something that belongs to me, Celestia," Nightmare Moon smiled, revealing the full extent of her pointed fangs.
"And it does belong to me," she continued, running a hoof teasingly along Celestia's jawline. "It will ALWAYS belong to me and me alone, now and forever." She smirked. "Just as the night shall now last forever more. And you did it all yourself, sister; you set your own Sun for the last time, and have raised my beautiful Moon, all on your own." She giggled, a deceptively innocent sound, as she leaned in closer to Celestia.
"Luna–" Celestia tried to say.
"NO!"
The force of the blow to her cheek sent Celestia reeling back to the floor. Her golden crown clattered against the far wall.
"There is no more Luna, Celestia. There is only the Nightmare! And I SHALL NOT be denied!"
Nightmare Moon threw her head back and laughed as she stood victorious over the struggling and defeated form of Celestia. Her horn lit and her starry mane billowed behind her armored helm as tendrils of magic began gathering around Celestia, focusing upon the horn.
"With your defeat, SISTER, there remains only ONE thing in this world that can stop me. The Elements, those precious little jewels of yours. Only now, they answer not to you, but to six little ponies." She smiled predatorily. "Six vulnerable, mortal, insignificant little ponies. Once they are taken care of, nothing can stand before me. The Mirror is mine! Equestria, is mine! And the night! Shall! Last! FOREVER! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
It was the last thing Celestia remembered before the spell sent the Goddess of the Sun to her prison.
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“Twilight! Supper!” Spike called. His voice was muffled by the thick wooden door leading to the basement currently serving as her laboratory, but experience at listening to muffled words through doors allowed Twilight to make out his call.
“Coming Spike!” she shouted back through the door.
Her mind was still buzzing with thaumatic theories and calculations as she sat down at the table. She was breaking new ground here in every sense of the word, attempting to invent a new magic that would match the signatures and properties of a magic she had only really examined for a few hours. The fact that she had managed to flare her horn a fluorescent turquoise in color, with a similar signature to that of the shadow, was nothing short of a miracle.
She was so preoccupied with her thoughts on magic that she wasn't even aware she was eating dinner. In fact, she only stopped thinking about it when a certain drake loudly announced that he was going to eat the rest of the ice cream, and she was half-way through automatically agreeing to it.
After giving him a scolding and restricting him to two scoops, along with herself, Twilight decided that maybe it was time to take a break. As her friends had been reminding her every so often since the Smarty Pants Incident, breaks and sleep were an essential part of life and she was not allowed to go without either of them for extended lengths of time, on pain of Pinkie Pie intervention. As such, Twilight decided that, since the sun had now set and the moon and stars were out, she would take a break and stargaze for an hour before going back down to her lab.
Luna's Night was always such a beautiful thing. Twilight had always enjoyed looking at the stars, those little points of possibility and inspiration, but she had to admit that the last two years since the true Princess of the Night came back had been the most spectacular, and she was eager to see what Luna would do tonight.
She had barely finished setting out her telescope on the balcony when she heard the door to the library open.
"Spike, could you go see who that is?" she called out. Behind her in the bedroom, she heard the drake grumble out a reply (something about interrupting his bath time, but she hadn't heard running water yet so he couldn't have started it) before he headed downstairs.
She focused her telescope and eyed the sky, trying to decide what she wanted to look at first, but before she could look a thump reached her ears.
"Spike? Is everything alright?"
There was no response.
"Spike?" she called out, trotting back inside. She called downstairs, but he still didn't answer.
Her ears folded back. Something was wrong here, her instincts were telling her. Even though to her eyes, the brightly-lit library looked no different than–
A candle blew out in a puff of sparkling blue smoke. Then another. Then another. Twilight watched, frozen, as the candles blew themselves out one by one, until the only light was the moonlight that streamed through the windows.
Twilight gulped. Her hoofsteps as she descended the stairs were deafening in the silence of the room.
"H-hello? Is anypony there?"
A sinister chuckle from behind caused Twilight to nearly jump out of her hooves.
"I am here," Nightmare Moon crooned.
"Wha... ba.... Luna?"
Nightmare Moon's smile widened to show her fangs. "No. Not Luna."
Twilight flared her magic as the Nightmare's horn lit, but the sleep spell was too powerful. Twilight collapsed into an unconcious heap on the floor.
Nightmare Moon took a moment to make certain that her spell was stable, before her horn flared again, picking a single book off the shelf. The Complete History of the Rise and Fall of the Griffin Empire, Volume 4, AE 189–329. The front cover opened, revealing it to be a hollowed out book; inside, was the crown with a pink starburst gem. The tiara of the Element of Magic.
The grin on the Nightmare's face widened.
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Metal-shod hooves clicked on the stone floor. A single pony walked down the barely-lit corridor of rough stone. Green vines and moss covered the walls; as the pony continued to walk, he passed a great hole in the stone wall, showing the starry night in the sky and dense jungle beneath. He did not notice.
One might be tempted to call this pony a member of the Night Guard; he was slate grey, wearing official-looking armor, and had yellow eyes. That, however, was where the similarities became warped. His armor was different, darker, with a different design; his crest was not made from hair, but seemed to be webbed like the wing of a bat; his tail was dyed a deep, almost black, purple color; but, most tellingly of all, were the reptilian diamond pupils of his eyes.
A second pony, looking nearly the same and clad in the same armor, joined the first from another corridor. A little further down, a unicorn of this new guard joined them, followed by another. The four continued down the dimly lit hallways until a pair of pegasi guards joined the group.
Together, the six guards marched past the multi-armed pedastal that had once held the stone representations of the Elements of Harmony, and into the throne room. The great room was in disrepair; parts of the ceiling had fallen in, and the columns were cracked. Despite this, it was still an imposing and awe-inspiring room. Even more so with the large form of Nightmare Moon on the dias that once held the throne.
She did not turn at the steps of the six guards behind her, instead continuing to gaze out the window into her beautiful night. Not until the guards stopped and bowed did she acknowledge them.
"Is it done?"
"Yes." The six guards answered in unison.
Nightmare Moon's gaze slid away from the night and onto the six guards before her.
"Very good. Set up a patrol, and seal all entrances. None may enter except by my will," the Nightmare commanded.
"Your will be done, Mistress of the Night."
Nightmare Moon smiled, showing her fangs, as the six guards turned and left with military precision. The guards that had been charged with guarding and running the Diamond Dogs had not been cooperative with their new Queen at first, but a bit of the power she had gained from the mirror had turned them into her obedient servants without breaking their discipline.
The Castle of the Royal Sisters was not Canterlot, but to Nightmare Moon, it was perfect. Only the most foolhardy would enter the Everfree. There would be no prying eyes, no heroes coming to stop her; the forest itself would defeat her foes for her, leaving her unchallenged, and the Mirror, her precious Mirror, safe from all.
Her grin widened at the thought of heroes. Celestia was banished from the disc, her body and will imprisoned upon the very Sun from which she drew strength. She would not be a problem; she was as helpless as the Nightmare was during her imprisonment on the Moon. More, even; Celestia did not have the ingenuity or the connection to manipulate the stars to do her bidding. There would be no escape for the Sun Nag.
The Elements, too, were no threat. Finding them had been foals' play. No hiding place could disguise the power that each Element exuded, not from her. And the Bearers, those oh-so-trusting mortal ponies that Celestia was relying upon to save the day, had been dealt with as well. All six of their minds were trapped within her realm of dreams, the plane over which the Nightmare held total dominion. Their bodies too had been taken by the Nightmare to her new Castle, as further insurance against potentially meddlesome foals. And all she needed was to turn one to her side, apply the slightest pressure in the right place, a stick here, an apple there... and the Elements would be broken, never to threaten her again.
Even better, with the chaos the return of the eternal night would bring, Equestria would be paralyzed; the whelpling Cadence would not be able to restore order, not when it was clear where the real power lay. Equestria would be ripe for the taking; all the Nightmare had to do was bide her time.
And with Celestia gone, with the Elements divided, with Equestria under her hoof... there would be nothing that was capable of stopping her.
The black obsidian mirror shard reflected her form as she threw back her head and her laughter sounded throughout the halls.
Spike, its hero time!
Looks like Equestria is in need of a Hero.
I hope Spike and Link partner up again and I wonder if Human Link is going to make an appearance.
It's time to return to action! Take both sword and shield in hand! Play time is over! Lets do this!
Good, very good. Though with her newfound power would Link even be able to resist?
Sent to the realm of dreams, his only way to escape will be to gather the Mane 6, use the power of friendship to pierce the Veil of Nightmares, and drag a physical manifestation of Nightmare Moon out of Luna for battle on the mortal plane.
Why do all this work some may ask?
She is Luna.
Though with this chapter I am saddened only by the fact that we will not see the broken Midna show up in Equestria. The little fanboy in me wanted at a bit of her healing to happen, but oh well.
............
Now i want to fucking MURDER Zant and Ganon.
I REALLY WANNA FUCKING KILL THEM.
THEYSHALLFUCKINGPAYFORTHECRIMESOFCAUSINGTHEEVENTSTHATLEDUPTOTHISTHEYSHALLFUCKINGPAYISWEARTODINIWILLFUC-
*Ahem* My apologies...
4774515 I hope so!
...As I have feared. Our worst nightmare has returned.
Iam sol eclipsatur, et heroidas signati.
Utinam animus lucem redeat, ne cadamus ad noctem.
May our courage save us, or we shall fall.
Nightmare Moon, eh? It's been revealed that Nightmare Moon was actually a conscious entity that possessed Luna in the official canon though. You may have not known this due to the fact it was in the comics, though. But, I'm not surprised that it transformed her.... welp, back to reading the rest of the fic chapter.
4774695 that is my new favorite Latin quote......
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Just wish the stupid Latin translator made it sealed, not signed.
Oh well.
4774815 don't tell me you used google translate....
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...horse apples, I did. Didn't even realize it until I checked again. I feel stupid and unclean now for using it.
(p.s. I wanted to take Latin as a second language in Jr. high, but stupid budget cuts wouldn't let me. Had to take Spanish instead. Really wanted to study Latin too....)
Well, since Nightmare is a sentient being that possessed Luna, she can't have been created by the Mirror. However.... the mirror easily could have weakened Luna enough to make her easy prey again. Easily. Plus, though Nightmare has been defeated twice(once in the show and once in the comics), there's been no confirmation of her destruction... her essence when out of a host was like a living cloud, and that cloud was disbursed... but disbursed doesn't necessarily mean destroyed.
This could actually lead to an epic boss fight, if you think about it. If both Luna AND Nightmare have gotten effected by the mirror, then pushing them to the edge could transform them both into a two-on-one boss fight. Perhaps Luna being treated as a body puppet whom, though able to act on its own, is able to act more fiercely when Nightmare returns to her, while Nightmare is given enough power to act as a living cloud outside of her body thanks to the mirror, basically swapping between acting as one entity and acting as two. Perhaps the dark enhanced energy of Nightmare's magic allowing her to create solid energy body parts extending from the cloud created from her own imagination. While Luna's body could have been transformed as well.
Considering how Twilight magic is, I could see her transformed like this: Her feathers gaining a metalic sheen(not sure I spelled that right) while energy flows off them like flecks of dust, while her head gains fangs and the front of her face gets caved in while creating its own sort of crown from the sides of her head, with multiple eyes lining the crown's tips glowing red. All while her hooves have become sharp as blades, nearly needle like, while running and leaving a cloud of darkness in its wake. Perhaps even having the ends of her tail become sharpened like needles for curling around to stab or slice, while the hairs on her head flow out and allow for shooting of energy bursts like stars from the corrupted night sky viewed through her astral hair.
And when combined, perhaps Nightmare would create a cloud like shadow aura, blocking all but the glowing eyes from view while hardened energy forms armor across the form that can segment out into floating limbs for grasping foes.
With those in mind, perhaps the only way to defeat them would be to defeat the corruption in both. And to do that, perhaps having the power of some object that can blow away the shadow cloak over her form to separate the two. And as long as there's a link to her host, Nightmare can't be killed, and the hero would have to defeat Luna's twilight form first, so that her telekinesis can knock the nightmare into a physical state to assault for a 'round two' of the boss fight, but for round two, Nightmare would have learned enough to know how to dodge the power that was knocking her off of her host.
These are just ideas though. But, I was being truthful about the fact that, in canon, Nightmare is a sentient entity... NOT part of Luna. It POSSESSED Luna during her moment of weakness, and as such, Nightmare alone would NOT be the effect from the mirror... it would only have weakened Luna enough through corruption to make her easy prey for Nightmare to return.
Regardless though, great to see more great work from you. Been missing this fic. As well as missing the great inspirations your story seems to grant me. XD
Never trust ominous black mirrors.
Oh, and if you haven't read the comics, know that Nightmare has also possessed Rarity before. If you'd like to read the comics.... well, one moment, and I'll send a message to ya.^^
4774908 Very poetic nonetheless! You have a good sense for this kind of thing!
Except maybe an Imp, a Wolf and a Dragon wielding the Master Sword.
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Um, thank you! I'm not used to compliments! The tension and foreboding in the air just made it seem fitting I suppose.I made a similar type of comment in 'intermission: progress report' if you want to see more.
thanks again~
Nyu~
4774978 Waitwhat. The dragon, aka spike- held the Ordon sword. The Master sword cannot be held by anyone but the true hero...
Although Spike was the new rainbow dash, maybe he's also a bit courageous?
4774908 i took latin and it was okay. It was abit too overwhelming to me, but i managed to get through some of the poems we had to translate
4774942
I actually did know that Nightmare Moon is canonically a separate entity, thanks to some info i've collected over the months. However, I see it a couple of different ways.
1) As you suggest, the Mirror weakened her resolve to the point where she actually invited it in again, to get more power to overpower Celestia, or to the point where the Nightmare was able to take over again.
2) That isn't actually the Nightmare. Luna has merely used the power that she gained to become more like she imagines a powerful Luna would look like, aka the Nightmare. Or something like that; in this case, it's not the Nightmare Nightmare, but rather Luna acting like the Nightmare.
3) This is an alternate universe. Perhaps one of the deviations from cannon is that Nightmare Moon is an alternate personality? Or perhaps Nightmare Moon is simply what she looks like when she is as powerful as Celestia? Insert headcannon here.
Anyways, take your pick, I don't believe it will matter.
And thank you for the link to the comics.
4776448 No prob for the link to the comics.
Though darn that that's the direction you're goin' with it. Your fic though. Was hoping what I suggested would have inspired something, but as said, your fic, your choice.
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Write your view; I'll read your story :)
4776636 lol Doubt I could do so as well as you in terms of writing.^^
Stupid mirror shard.
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The canon is semi-official. The writers of the comics explicitly declared that the various Friendship is Magic mediums are "pick-and-choose." So you could use the possession and Nightmare Forces from the comics, or you could go with the original belief that the Nightmare was a part of Luna.
"No one can stop me now!" A familiar boast. One all villains have done at one time or another. They have all been proven wrong. Looks like it's time for the Hero of Twilight to step up.
4776909 Yep.^^ And now that the exploration for the mirror pieces is starting, that means he can now control his wolf transformation.... that could lead to interesting results. XD
4776636 Oh, just realized.... since Link is now looking for the mirror pieces, that means he now has control of his transformation. And also, though he still needs his shield... now that he has the Master Sword, he no longer needs the sword he took back from Spike.^_^
4774908
Um, how about this:
iam sol eclipsis, et heroides incarceratae.
utinam animus lucem reddat, ne nocte cadamus.
Already, the sun is eclipsed and the (female) heroes imprisoned.
If only soul/spirit/courage would bring back the light, so that we would not fall to the night.
It should still contain the originally intended meaning, though without the kinks introduced by google translate.
4779329
That's.....pretty much perfect! Did you translate that yourself, or did you use a translator? if the second one, please send me a link (no pun intended)~!
Nyu~!
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I did it myself... I'm one of those crazy people who do Latin just because they enjoy it.
It's just amazing to see how language works and what you can do with it and how, even if my Latin pales in comparison to, say, my English.
Nightmare Moon:
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Link:
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Before I say this, let me make a couple of things clear: I have loved the Zelda series since the very first game. It was literally the first video game I played, at three months old. (It was really my dad playing, but the picture I saw of it had me holding the controller...) And other than Skyward Sword, I haven't found a Zelda game yet that I haven't played and immensely enjoyed. I am also an avid follower of everything Nightmare Moon/Luna. (Name isn't a dead giveaway for this at ALL) Backgrounds on computers and phones, sketches in notebooks, tons of stories read, etc.
Now, let me just say that this is the greatest thing ever. Having Link, the Hero of Time, in his wolf form, take on Nightmare Moon at not only full power, but with the power of the shadow realm as well, IS THE BEST GOD DAMN THING I HAVE EVER HEARD.
*Ahem* Anyway, I'd just like to express my gratitude for you making this amazing story, so here's a potato.
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Keep up the good work, my friend!
Wooooooooooow...I know it's gonna get epic,I know it!
4776926 he took back the shield before grabbing the sword
Well, she at least caught onto the signs, albeit a tad bit late to do any good though.
Oh look, Nightmare Moon's forehead flower has bloomed.
Luna: NO TOUCH MIRROR
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Well dayum.
LunaNightmare Moon is now possessed by the twilight.I'm just imagining her spouting the same dialogue that Yeta did.
"NOT TAKE MIRROR!"
Link, I don't think your ball and chain will help here. You're gonna need the Master Sword for this one.
The Lost Woods was conquered, along with the Forest Temple within. Dungeon 1, the dungeon found inside the dead tree, was beaten. The long-forgotten Temple of Time was found among the foliage, and it too was finished.
No forest can stop The Goddess's Chosen Hero, and his mighty Sword of Evil's Bane.
...If only The Hero had brought along his trustworthy blade, instead of being limited to biological weapons.
while reading this, I got the image of ganondorf riding into battle on nightmare moon against link riding celestia. kind of sad that it doesn't look like that's going to happen
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Damn
That's all I can think about now