“You are awake. How do you feel?”
The drugged pegasus struggled to reply. He was in some pain, but it was faint and his body felt warm. He groggily opened his eyes and saw Princess Luna, several of her, standing by his bedside.
“You very nearly died, even though I stopped you from hitting the ground. We cannot have that. I have plans for you my beloved little pony,” Princess Luna said. She reached out and gave Noctilucent’s face a gentle stroke with her wing.
The room slowly came into focus and finally there was only one Princess Luna, and she stood gazing upon Noctilucent with a concerned and motherly stare. She was smiling, and her posture radiated kindness.
“Thank you,” Noctilucent groaned, his throat dry.
Princess Luna carefully placed a cup with a straw to his lips, and Noctilucent took a few sips of the water.
“Want some ice chips?” Princess Luna asked.
“Please,” Noctilucent answered, his voice raspy and full of sand.
Princess Luna carefully used a small plastic spoon to feed the prone pegasus some ice chips and then wiped away a dribble of water with a napkin. The pegasus lay silent, crunching ice chips, studying his benefactor.
“I have plans for you, once you are better. There are ponies who need you. At least, I believe they need you. They need help. And you, you are going to help them,” Princess Luna said while spooning in more ice chips.
The Princess moved around the bed, her hooves making no sound on the tile floor, her ethereal mane and tail billowing in an unseen breeze. She examined the pegasus as she circled.
“You have an interesting cutie mark,” she commented. “A candle in a candlestick. How archaic and quaint.” Princess Luna drew close to Noctilucent’s backside, examining his cutie mark. He squirmed and moved his head, trying to get a look at her and what she was doing.
Much to his surprise, Princess Luna pursed her lips and blew, extinguishing the flame on his candle. He didn’t have to look to know that the candle on the other side had been extinguished as well.
“You will get your light back when you’ve earned it. Somepony else is going to have to light those for you. I will not be the one to do it,” Princess Luna said, now looking Noctilucent in the eye.
Princess Luna returned to her study of the pegasus. He was an odd dappled colouration, night blue very much like her own pelt, with white patches all over his pelt and one white patch over his left eye that stretched upwards to one single white ear.
“You are far too handsome to throw away. What a rare prize you are, your colouration is so similar to my own,” Princess Luna said with a teasing smile.
“What are you going to do with me?” Noctilucent inquired in a low whisper.
“There is a settlement that is not too far from Las Pegasus. A town called Mustang Springs. it is a nice place. A quiet place. A place of reflection and calm. A lot of ponies go there to retire because of the climate and the medicated waters of the natural hot springs that are found there. Many ponies travel through there on the way to Las Pegasus,” Princess Luna said, not actually answering Noctilucent’s question, now looking at him directly in the eye.
“And what am I to do there?” Noctilucent asked, his voice wavering from the pain killers and the other drugs he was on.
“I plan to leave you to the tender mercies of an earth pony named Cactus Blossom. There are others, but I believe that Cactus Blossom will do you some good,” Princess Luna said, explaining nothing.
“Cactus Blossom?” the puzzled pegasus asked.
“Yes, Cactus Blossom. You catch on quickly. Earth pony. Sweet. Good. You are going to fall in love with her and she is going to rule your world. Well, in a very general sense. Technically, I rule your world for now and the immediate future. There are others of course, but Cactus Blossom really does need the help that I think that you can offer,” Princess Luna said, now smiling.
It was not a pleasant smile at all. It was a wicked smile full of mischief.
Noctilucent sighed and closed his eyes. The pain in his side was throbbing now, real pain was slowly beginning to set in now that he was awake. He took one deep shuddering breath, trying to gather his thoughts.
“A long time ago,” Princess Luna said in a soft velvety whisper, “I threw my life away. I thought that nopony loved me or my night. I became harsh and callous. I forgot about all those I serve, and all those who serve me. I forgot that I loved my sister. I reached a point where I wished that it would end, and something answered. It would have been easier to have died. Instead, I had to face up to the punishment due for what I had done, and now, I must make amends and hold myself accountable. You should be thankful that it was I who came to claim you. There are other things just waiting for the right soul, terrible things hoping to find a foothold in to this world, and there is no greater foothold than somepony’s or someone’s desperation,” Princess Luna explained. “I love you, and wish to keep you from harm. A ruler is only as good as the least of their subjects.”
Upon hearing Princess Luna’s words, Noctilucent began to sniffle. It started off with just a few sniffles, then a few cries, a few shuddering sobs, and then the stallion collapsed into weeping as he could no longer hold back.
Standing at his bedside, Princess Luna kept to her vigil and waited for the worst to pass, sharing his pain, understanding exactly what had driven him to this point.
Almost a week had passed. A wire frame held Noctilucent’s wing in place. He had spent his time in quiet reflection, thinking about everything that had happened. Princess Luna stopped in regularly to check on him, his only visitor.
Noctilucent had pushed every other pony out of his life.
Already, Noctilucent regretted what he had done. Pangs of guilt stabbed through his mind. Even though he was in no position to admit it, he was grateful for the second chance, even though he had no idea what was happening.
The second chance came at such a cost though. Princess Luna never failed to remind him of his new status as a non entity at least once a day. Just like the flames on his candle cutie marks that she had extinguished, it was something he was going to have to earn back somehow.
With no knock, Princess Luna burst into his room unannounced, followed by Gate Crasher, the big shaggy guard that Noctilucent was beginning to know. He wasn’t allowed to talk to Gate Crasher. Gate Crasher didn’t talk to non entities.
Princess Luna studied him and his room, noticing his plate sitting on a bedside stand. “You did not finish your strained carrots,” she mused, looking somewhat annoyed. “Finish them.”
Very much against his will, Noctilucent felt himself taking a spoon in hoof and carefully picking up his plate with his other hoof. He hated strained carrots. He began to eat them, slowly, spooning in a bite at a time. This part never got any easier. Princess Luna’s control was absolute.
“As soon as you finish your carrots, we are leaving. The doctors say you are well enough to travel and to begin your task. Cactus Blossom knows you are coming, and she is quite anxious to meet you. I feel bad for you. Your own death would have been far more merciful in light of Cactus Blossom’s interest in you,” Princess Luna said with no trace of a smile.
Noctilucent stepped out into the bright sunlight, blinking, dizzy, and disoriented. There was a chariot. It was a small light simple affair, not at all what he expected, but they did have a long way to go and there was only Gate Crasher, who was wearing thick black goggles to protect his eyes and scowling at other ponies who drew close.
With a gentle nudge, Princess Luna herded Noctilucent towards the chariot, clucking her tongue as she walked, briefly scolding Gate Crasher for being so grumpy.
There was a thick cushion in the bottom of the chariot, and Noctilucent sat down, Princess Luna settling in beside him, not sure what to expect, not sure what was in his future, and the first real feelings of fear began to settle within Noctilucent’s mind.
“Do not be afraid,” Princess Luna said in a soothing whisper, driving away the perturbed pegasus’ fear.
They took off with a lurch, Gate Crasher pulling the chariot with alarming acceleration. Gate Crasher’s cutie mark was a chariot, much to Noctilucent’s surprise. The lunar pegasus hauled the chariot effortlessly, getting them higher and higher into the sky, leaving the hospital and Canterlot behind them, shrinking below them, and they began to fly off to the southwest, leaving Noctilucent’s old life behind him.
Noctilucent was glad to see it go.
They landed a few hours later, much to Noctilucent’s relief, in Mustang Springs, a small dusty looking town that was major stopping point on the long road to Las Pegasus. In the distance, there was a building made out of adobe, much of the town seemed to be made out of adobe, and there were very few windows. The air was hot and dry, and sand swirled around.
A group of figures emerged from the building to greet them, moving slowly in the heat. Noctilucent was having trouble seeing them from all of the shimmering heat waves radiating from the hard packed sand.
Noctilucent froze when he heard shrill laughter.
As they moved closer, he finally saw them a little clearer, one large form with several smaller forms all around it.
“Brace yourself,” Princess Luna warned.
Noctilucent noticed that Gate Crasher seemed to have vanished. He looked around, worried, feeling alarmed, and noticed the big shaggy brute sitting on a the roof of a building nearby, sitting under an awning.
“The mare is named Holly Heartwood. You will obey her every reasonable request,” Princess Luna said, causing Noctilucent to flinch as magic spiked through his body.
He could see the group clearly now. One middle aged unicorn mare stood in the middle of a group of foals. Six foals to be exact.
“Luna?” one of the foals asked, pushing forward through the crowd. She was pale green with a light pink and dark pink mane and tail. One of her fellow foals gently nosed her, pushing her towards Princess Luna.
Princess Luna carefully took the foal in her magic and lifted her, pulling her close, and touching noses briefly. She set the foal down carefully before her.
“I have brought somepony to help you, Cactus Blossom,” Princess Luna said, her voice an almost musical laugh. “This is Noctilucent. I’ve told all of you about him. Do be careful with his wing. Respect his authority as one of your caretakers. Please, do be careful with him, he hasn’t been well lately.”
“Where is he?” Cactus Blossom asked, looking around.
Noctilucent felt a terrible pain in his barrel when he realised that Cactus Blossom was blind. She was moving her head, seemingly looking here and there, but not actually focusing on anything. Princess Luna gently prodded the foal in his direction, and Noctilucent felt his mouth go dry when the small pale green foal touched him for the first time. She clung to his leg, squeezing him, not at all gentle, making little happy grunts.
“I’m Cactus Blossom,” she said, introducing herself, “wanna hear me burp the alphabet?”
“No… no sweetie, that won’t be necessary,” Holly Heartwood said in worried tones, moving forward. “I am Holly Heartwood, matron of this small orphanage. These are my charges.”
Noctilucent nodded, not sure what to say. Princess Luna was now laying in the sand, being mobbed by foals, all decorum completely abandoned. Cactus Blossom followed the sound and had joined the pony pile, thankfully not having burped the alphabet.
“You’ve met Cactus Blossom,” Holly said, smiling. “This one,” she said, pointing to a another earth pony filly who was white with a yellow and orange mane, “is Candy Corn. Always keep an eye on Cactus Blossom and Candy Corn when they are together. Cactus likes to get Candy into trouble.”
“This one,” Holly mentioned, pointing to a small donkey that did not mob Princess Luna like the others, “is named Graves. He’s reserved.”
“Over here,” Holly said, pointing at a small griffon cub, “is Sassafrass. Oh, you are going to like her.” Holly stared at the griffon for moment, shaking her head.
“And this one, this little funny little pink unicorn over here, he is named Arroyo. He can summon dust devils. Watch out, he is… adventurous.” Holly warned.
Holly gently pulled a pale grey colt up from the pile and held him aloft in her magic. “This is Biscuit. He was just, uh, dropped off recently. He’s quiet. We think he might be mute,” she said, sounding a little sad. “We called him Biscuit because that is the only word he seems to know how to spell. He kept writing it on paper when we tried to communicate with him.”
Noctilucent gave a weak smile, feeling rather overwhelmed and almost overheated.
“It is so nice of you to volunteer to help us,” Holly said, looking grateful.
Princess Luna rose suddenly, sending a few foals tumbling into the sand. “Yes, Noctilucent was most noble to offer his services. He couldn’t wait to be released from the hospital so he could come and help,” Princess Luna said. “The hospital where he volunteered provided excellent references I hope?” the Night Princess asked.
“Their only complaint was that he moved on to to other things,” Holly replied, her eyes going from Princess Luna to Noctilucent.
Noctilucent took a deep breath, taking relief in knowing that his secret was safe. All of this was overwhelming.
“He looks unwell,” Princess Luna said, sounding concerned. “Perhaps we should move him indoors where it is cooler,” she suggested.
“Come on foals, let us all go inside. We’ll have a cold drink and some frozen fruit from the freezer,” Holly said, the foals falling into place behind her, Cactus Blossom being nosed along by her fellow orphans.
When they had walked a short distance away, Princess Luna leaned in close to Noctilucent and fanned him with her wing. “I command you to look after each one of these foals as though they were your own. They are now your keepers. You are their dedicated and loyal servant. I am their mother, and I am trusting you with the sacred charge of looking after my foals. I will visit you regularly and see how you are doing. Do not look so glum. This is not such an arduous task. I cannot stay, there are others who need my assistance. Please, Noctilucent, be well, and know that at least one pony loves you and wants very badly for you to live,” Princess Luna said, kissing him gently on the cheek after she spoke her last word.
Ahead of him, the adobe building loomed, and Noctilucent felt a very brief flicker of hope. He turned to Princess Luna and gave her a faint nod.
*sigh* We really need an up/downvote system on every chapter on its own :(
This chapter, I like it.
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Scroll down, read wall of text, and understand that technically, Luna already owns him. And everypony else for that matter.
See this as a learning experience perhaps. Do you truly believe your Western values would hold sway in Equestria?
I got inspiration for a story by reading your description. It'd be a different take on the subject, with different characters (except for Luna, of course). I will wait for your answer, whether it be positive or negative.
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Oh, please do. I'd really like that.
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Alright!
And thanks for the follow, by the way. I have returned the favor.
And yes, I made a unicorn colt pink. Why do you think he's in the orphanage?
I predict issues aplenty because of this unfortunate circumstance.
Personally I think it is merely that one tends to defer to someone with so many more years of life and wisdom.
I would have preferred if in the finale of the season, if it had gone this way:
Alicorns give up their power to Twilight.
Twilight splits her power amongst the mane 6 (rainbowfied) and earns her key from disobeying the princess's desires. Her knowledge of friendship has eclipsed her mentors.
As it stands in the finale, she gave up her powers to Tirek KNOWING FULL WELL that it was the key moment. I am sorry Twi but this is just like charity given specifically to gain a reward, and it is false. She cheapened it.
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This is excellent, I can't wait for more of this.
This is a really interesting characterization of Luna. I actually like it. She cares, the narrative shows that, she is just acting in such a way to protect ponies who cannot take care of themselves.
In suicide wards, all things you can use to do harm to yourself are removed. You are watched nearly 24/7, treated like a child until they believe you can be trusted to care for yourself again.
How is what Luna is doing any different? She is removing all choice from him, because he has proven that he does not have the capability to take care of himself. Sure her actions have a bit of a fantasy flair, and maybe she comes on a bit strong to him, but it is clear that she does care, and she is looking out for him.
More than he is looking out for himself.
-Lumino
This... is very interesting.
Continue.
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Well, in depth discussions were kind of unexpected. Fantastic.
Several well made points here.
Discord exists under the threat of coercion though, or was under such a state. The "obedience" spell was an option before Discord ate the words in the book, and there was the constant threat of the elements of harmony. So yes, the idea of the geas as a form of keeping Discord well behaved certainly existed.
Discord is also a godlike figure though, and we are dealing with a pony. A subject.
Ah, but who made Luna Best Princess anyway... I didn't vote for her.
I can't say anything insightful, only express my positivity and wish to see this story written to its end. I'm enjoying the concept. It feels original, and that's a rare achievement nowadays. Keep up the good work, Haiku. For you:
Noctilucent is
A depressed non entity
Luna will fix him.
this is kind of creepy, luna mindcontrolling someone into doing something she deems good. I'll admit I'm glad that it actually is good activities, but this power could be misused ever so easily. say a mare liked a stallion that committed suicide, but he disliked, or was even repulsed by her, he could then be forced by Luna to live with and possibly love her. Slippery slope
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I wonder if Sombra thinks the same, he certainly held control over his subjects in a manner the same way. I wonder if the Elements would feel she is doing the right thing as well.
This story needs a Dark Tag, as forced Mind Control is still very Dark no matter the context.
So since Luna bought the rights for suicide, if someone tries to commit suicide, they become mind controlled to obey her.
Is this supposed to have some philosophical lesson to it all?
"Sometimes, people can't choose for themselves, so force them to take your opinions as fact."
If this is supposed to be a dystopic view of Equestria, then it's a good read and your point is well made, with a little of reason behind her actions.
If not, well, you have a fucked up view of property and of one's will.
4372628 The thing with that is do you really think Luna would abuse that power? I agree the geas has some squicky fridge horror going for it, and I wouldnt trust most people/ponies with it. But at the end of the day it doesnt matter weather you like the geas or not, its wether you can trust the person at the other end of it.
I would certainly trust canon Luna, and thus far in this fic she hasn't given any particular reason to doubt that trust.
Really liking the idea behind this fic, though the "non-entity" bit kinda puts me off. I get what Luna means by it, and it sounds like something she would say/do. It just seems like thats a lot of negativity for helping a suicidal person.
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There is actually some psychological basis for the non entity status.
This was never really approved in mainstream USA therapeutic circles, but in other more advanced places of the world, IE, Europe, there are alternative therapies where attempted suicides are forced to work to regain status as a human being. They are forced to work for it. By working for it, they gain immense self esteem and self worth from the actions they take, and their self value skyrockets.
I read about the concepts during my psychology classes. I found them fascinating. They don't work for everybody, some people are just too fragile for this to work, but it has had surprisingly good results in certain therapeutic circles.
You only value what you work for. The same psychology applies to morbidly obese people who suddenly take on weight loss as a struggle. If they work really really hard for it, and suffer greatly during their weightloss, they are more likely to keep the pounds off than somebody who has not greatly suffered to shed weight.
Giving somebody the dreaded "non entity" status can be sometimes all a person needs to trigger their instincts to fight and struggle once again, to reclaim what was taken.
It doesn't seem kind upon first glance, but once you study the dynamics of how it actually works under a psychological framework, you begin to see that it can be used as a very effective means of healing. And healing sometimes hurts. Lancing a boil is never kind, never pleasant, but it must be done.
I think this treatment would apply especially well to sapient equines. Removal of self identity in an organism whose self identity is dependant on being part of a herd structure is a powerful thought. It means the herd doesn't recognise you. And you want to be back in the herd. You will do anything to that end.
Just some perspective on why I wrote what I did in the context of the story.
4372882 Huh ok yeah that makes perfect sense. That really is fascinating.
So, I see the "Dark" tag has been added, which I must say I completely disagree with, unless something more dark than Luna's geas (which I maintain isn't "dark" in the slightest) is coming, or did all of the complaining get to you?
4371821 Look at all those thumbs downs.
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramps.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
- Dorothy Parker
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Confession.
I am actually a cyborg.
No, really, I am, hear me out.
I'd had several pounds of steel implanted in my body to repair and rebuild me. I have extensive neurological issues. I suffer from neuroplegia, extreme neuropathy, and I am partially paralysed. I have a prosthetic leg with a Jolly Roger printed on the plastic.
And I don't sleep. Much. I can't. I suffer from extensive phantom pains of somebody holding my foot over a fire and cooking my flesh. And I still technically have my foot, even though most of the connections to it have been severed and are damaged.
Rather than sit and feel sorry for my self, I distract my self. I DO NOT take pain killers very often. I just deal with this shit and try to keep from going mad.
Writing allows me to drift off away from my body and ignore the horrible pain everywhere. I have, at some point, broken just about every bone in my body, multiple compound fractures, and nothing works right any more. I type with three fingers on my left hand and two fingers and my thumb on my right hand, and my right hand is almost completely paralysed and I can't feel anything.
I just keep going. I dunno why.
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Whom would you rather trust with your life: one who tried to murder you, or one who stopped the murderer and forced him into bonds making him unable to harm you again?
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What about them?
Opinions are like assholes, everypony has one and they usually stink.
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I considered some of the arguments valid.
The first chapter is dark. The story starts off in a dark place.
And then it gets better.
4372813 it still seems like a bizzarely evil way to do things(her actions not the end result).i'd feel the same if applejack summoned the armies of hell to pick apples, this could go so horrendously bad
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Meh, looking again at this site's definition of categories, "Dark" encompasses content instead of things like concepts and themes... so for suicide as the major focus of content? Yeah. "Dark" tag all the way. -but the geas? Still not (necessarily) dark.
4372971 Not sure I understand the question as it pertains to this discussion. Naturally I would trust someone that saved me more than one that tried to hurt me. However the methods and people involved could change that answer. I already said I trust Luna, even if I dont like the method.
4373004 That is an entirely valid comparison A good parralel to that is Necromantic Adventures of Lyra
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Oh, but it does. The fact that both the murderer and the victim is you, being an insignificant technicality.
Change "Dark" tag to "Tragedy", it will fit better, IMO.
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Tragedy involves death usually. That was prevented.
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Heh, this should happen to Candlestick pony *Evil laugh*
4373036 Ok I see what you're getting at. Just kinda seems like you're trying to convince me of something I already said I agreed with: that being Luna's actions with the geas and suicides. But then I'm terrible at reading subtext face to face, much less on the internet
While I respect your opinions and ideas, and your right to write whatever the carp you want... this story pisses me off. Hell, I can't even hear the phrase 'My Little Pony' from Luna or Celestia now without thinking that this is the end result. Don't want to buy into the friendship and harmony deal? Sure, let's just throw you into one of our reprogramming facilities to make you a nice functioning member of Pony society!
Even if it's just Luna doing it in this case, it's still bullcrap. I'd say she's letting her experience falling to Nightmare Moon cloud her judgement.
Anyways, liked for the excellent writing as always, and favorited to keep track of it.
Lulu wouldn't let him. The spell dummy!
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The concept behind this story is simply disturbing for somebody with western culture (like me).
We have seen the concept of "divine-rulership" in the show multiple times, even though the royal sisters aren't divine; nobody disobeys them, everything they say is final/true and they can practically do everything they want.
This story is showing this in a rather extreme fashion and you deserve a thumb up and fave for this!
PS: I was close to suicide myself and if I were in his position I don't think I could live with somebody dictating my life, even though it would be better.
I kinda view that like the difference between a movie/book and a video-game; in a game you can decide what you want to do and simply follow the rules of the game - so basically a normal life. On the other hand we have the movie/book, where you do nothing more than watch what is happening and do nothing about - that's kinda like his life now, he can only watch his life unfold and view it like a movie.
To be honest, I would rather be dead than a happy slave; but that's my opinion.
4373079 that says he has no free will at all and Luna is watching him 24/7. Life is so fragile one mistake and your dead like accidently putting salt into a drink instead of sugar.....
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Thank you!
This is a very interesting concept. I like it and I'll see where it goes.
Well this seems interesting enough. Betting at least 20 chapters.
4373185 That's how I have been thinking in the first moment, until I realised that his is in fact the clash between western culture and another, COMPLETELY different one.
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Just like with The Chase, I am trying to make ponies in pony suits. Not humans in pony suits.
I want my ponies alien. Just a bit.
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Oh SNAP! New story idea.
Wow. This is...horrifying to me. I feel like this helped me discover a little part of myself; what I truly fear. This poses a really interesting moral...hmm, I wouldn't call it a dilemma, but a perspective.
For years the only thing that's kept me going was the thought that no matter how bad I perceived everything going on in my life, and myself, the door would always be there. At any point in time I could just fold, put those cards on the table, and walk out. It was the only real comfort I truly had; no illusions, no escapism, no lies, no drugs. The thought that's allowed me to comfortably fall asleep as I dreamt of oblivion for so many nights. It's why I've never been honest to my family about my problems; the thought of being deemed irresponsible for my own life and having my only security blanket wrenched from my wretched hands paralyzes me with fear.
I'd be stuck, with no way out and no hope. Truly to live out every agonizing and excruciating second of thinking and feeling; of being aware that I'm so horribly alive right now. I'd be a shaved mutt, locked in a cage whose bars looks more decrepit every time I gaze at them. The only words I'd get are those telling me that I'm alone in that cage; there are no demons, there are no monsters. That there is only me.
How deep does my hatred for myself go? I'm so spiteful and convinced of my own value as trash that I don't simply want to throw away that trash, but to actively destroy it. In a pitiful display of dissonance between how I feel and act, I'd deem that my own life would be too worthless, and in my arrogance claim that nobody could state otherwise. Nobody else could have it. I'd fight the hardest fight I ever fought to destroy it.
How would I act in his shoes? What would I do? What could I do? I truly don't know if I've felt hatred towards others in my life before, but would that change? Would it even matter to a goddess?
To some the the benevolent actions of a loving mother who knows better, but to others the callous and uncaring actions of someone with more power and control than you.
You've created a really interesting premise. I can't wait to read more, to play around with the hypothetical, "What if I didn't fight it?".
4372974 Yaaaaay..
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Thank you for writing this. I clicked the thumbs up for it.
Sums up my own feelings as well. The only thing that allows me to continue through the pain I live with is the option of knowing I can check out at any time.
And not having that option SCARES me.
And I am not an easy person to scare. I have PTSD, and my fear chemicals are all wonky.
4373171 Probably because relatives are off-limits.
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He didn't tried to kill himself yet. She can claim only suicides, Celestia accepted only this.
4373303 BTW: This concept has made thoughtful...
What if there's a pony who completely rebels against the royal sisters and doesn't want to live under their rule, somebody who has a western culture point of view.
Fuel for tons of stories I think
I would really like to see somebody arguing with Twilight over their rulers, or their society