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RACING ~the~ S T A R L I G H T
An MLP:FIM fanfiction by: R U S T
(dedicated to Breakfateschain - happy motherfucking birthday!)
A flutter of feathers, a rush of air, and she's off.
Luna looks back down for a moment. The fading sunlight stains the cold tiles of the observation tower's balcony a bright yellow-gold. Her telescope remains where she left it. Several open books lay nearby, contents presented nakedly outwards.
Beyond them, the tower itself. Slim, proud and tall, it stands arrow-straight, reaching out defiantly towards the sky from the city far below. Faint swirls of color spiral up the base, like miniature rainbows.
She frowns a little. That tower is her place. As Princess of the Night, it is her duty to serve as steward of the kingdom, watching over her ponies while they sleep. They love her now. Maybe not as openly as Celestia...but certainly more than before. Or, she wonders, maybe they always did, and she just couldn't see it.
Luna searches the sky. It's nearing that time again, when ponies all across Equestria begin their nightly rituals.
She loves this time, that sudden moment as the last inch of sun dips down under the horizon.
She can feel their prayers, faint whispers on the edge of her hearing. She can sense their dreams, flickering in an out of her mind's eye. The night is her time, and they've come to know it. Her ponies ask her for safety, believe in her to guard over them while they sleep. And even then, she shepherds them through the darkness of the dreamlands.
They've given her so much, her ponies. Their love and adoration, their trust and respect.
Perhaps...perhaps it is time to give something back? she muses.
She pauses, hovering above the Canterlot skyline.
But what?
Her eyes turn towards the sky, and she knows.
Princess Luna smiles a little, before her wings suddenly extend as far as they can possibly go. Her bones creak in their sockets. It's been a long time since she did something like this.
With one, powerful downstroke, the alicorn exercises muscles unused for centuries.
Like an arrow shot from a bow, she rockets straight up into the stratosphere, the single stroke propelling her through several clouds with such intensity that they vaporize into rainfall.
Now high above the world, Luna brakes hard, her midnight-blue feathers dragging at the wind. Up here, ouside of the shadow of the mountain, the sunlight is still present, staining her in its glorious golden hues.
She gazes around. Towards the horizon, towards the end of the day, the sky is a riot of color, fading purples and oranges clashing violently with red and yellow.
Luna shakes her head a little, laughing softly to herself at her sister's work. Celestia always knew how to make an impression.
My turn, big sister, she smirks.
She turns. On the opposite horizon, the waning violet of sunset gently blends into the deepest, darkest of blues. She can see it, if she squints. That silver crescent, peering over the curve of the world like a shy neighbor over a fence. Like always, her moon needs a bit of a push to get going.
Luna's horn is surrounded by a soft glow as she concentrates, condensing her inner power until she can feel it burning behind her eyelids. Her eyes shine white-hot.
The alicorn lets out a whoop, before folding her wings and dropping like a rock.
She slims out as she falls, spearing through the air like a fish through water. The spiral grooves along her horn hum with energy, emitting light-blue trails of her aura, swirling around her until she's covered in the stuff, a cone of star-studded magic that trails behind her like a comet.
Luna continues to plummet, gaining speed. The tip of her observation balcony whizzes by her. She skims a silver-shod hoof along the edge of the stone tower, emitting a trail of sparks as she falls alongside it. She laughs with delight. The ground is growing ever closer.
At the last possible moment, the alicorn dissolves in a smoky blue vapor, plunging through the cobblestone street below.
Seconds later, it emerges, ten blocks away and traveling just as fast, solidifying in the gleeful figure of Luna, wings now outstretched as she lets the momentum of her fall catapult her forward, tearing along barely inches above street level.
The late-closing market stalls are in for a surprise, when Princess Luna whips by at near-supersonic speeds.
A stallion looks up from his cabbage stand.
"What in Celestia's mane was th-"
He doesn't get much further.
The terrific blast of air following her shuts the windows closed on stalls, flips 'open' signs to 'closed, and somehow rearranging the goods formerly for sale into artful pyramids, ready for the next days business.
"...My cabbages," he eventually murmurs, his mane blown straight backwards and his face stretched back around his neck. His wares are tastefully sculpted into the shape of a proudly-rearing alicorn.
And in the air, Princess Luna laughs long and hard as the wave of force tucks her city into sleep.
She pumps her wings for the second time that night the instant she clears the lip of the city, where the mighty river spills over the edge into the valley below. The mach-cone that had been forming around her horn suddenly explodes outwards as she bends the sound barrier to her will.
The resulting blue flash that cuts through the twilight air sliced the Canterlot Waterfall clear down the middle.
Luna grins wildly, her eyes watering from the air. Another titanic flap of her wings, the third of the night, and she's angled upwards, accelerating so fast that the sky explodes again. A second pulse breaks and shatters before her hornpoint. Still she soars onwards, higher, higher, higher still!
Ice begins to form on the very edges of her wingtips, crackling away as fast as it appears. She glances back and grins at the sight of a long beam of silver light trailing out from behind her.
She can see more of her moon, now, gingerly edging its way upwards.
Time for a little push, she decides.
Luna yet again gathers her power, guiding her energy into her horn until the tip is literally spewing crackling sparks. She then casts it outwards, like an invisible fishing line, lassoing the moon itself. The link pulls taunt, but Luna merely gives another mighty heave.
The moon is abruptly jerked into the sky, popping out of the horizon like a jumping bean. Luna spins and loops -never slowing, never pausing- sending a ferocious whiplash through the link, before severing it.
The shining white orb slingshots across the sky, before coming to a halt at the absolute zenith. Luna giggles with wonder at it. The moon always needed a little nudge, but once it got up there, it shone like nothing else. It was silly like that.
Luna gives yet another pump of her wings, blasting forward with such force that she leaves a faint impression of herself hanging mid-air. She twitches her wingtips, flicking the bits of ice away high into the void above, where they eventually settle.
Luna flexes her magic yet again, and these cold flecks of white explode into brilliance and warmth, studding the sky with a trail of stars.
The princess looks down as the land flies by, far below her. From way up here, its just a smudge of vague, shadowy color, dotted here and there by the luminescent, clustered spiderwebs of cities. How strange...that they almost resemble my constellations, from up here. She marvels at that, for a while. Two night skies, and she is Princess of them both.
She gives everything she's got into her next stroke.
Her vision streaks and dims as she approaches her very top speed. Behind her, the silver band of starlight chasing her around sky drops away, unable to keep up. It shivers and trembles, before tearing apart into a roiling fabric of colors, spreading out far and wide.
All around the dark side of the world, creatures stop what they're doing.
Ponies stir in their slumber. Some wake, and stare out into the night to see the vortex coloring the starscape above. Foals rush to their windowsills, gasping with the true awe and wonder that only a child can experience...
...And back in Canterlot, with a flutter of feathers and a rush of wind, Luna returns, grinning like a madpony and heart hammering in her chest.
She gazes up at her night with pride. From behind her come the soft sound of hoofsteps.
"Luna, you've outdone yourself tonight," Celestia murmurs, eyes wide in astonishment at the light show on display. "This is spectacular!"
Luna, for her part, simply sits by her telescope and smiles softly to herself.
"It is a start."
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Because why the hell not.
Luna shenanigans written whilst drunk?
SWEET.
why not indeed>>1144282
inebriated writing resulting in Luna?
Hmm. Maybe If I become intoxicated, I'll start writing amazing stories too!
1147687
I came to the same conclusion after reading Cardslafter's stuff heh.
1144282
No wonder you won $50, this is great!
Heh, I do everything drunk.Cherilee's getting pissed about her stash disappearing.
Hmm, I need to figure out a way to get you more booze.
I'm sleepy and just finished writing a chapter of my own. I'll read this first thing in the morning, and maybe this weekend I'll try to get a few bourbons and scotches in me and write a short, too. Gotta think up a subject, first.
1144282
A beautiful one-shot... perhaps I should start drinking more
Ho shoots brah
da buggah wen brok da mouf
Gud that is going to be my new "sup" face
I think that someone needs a hobby before she accidentally sets of a starburst or something.
I hate to point this out, but there's no such thing as a second sonic boom. It's the transition from below the sound barrier to above. The only reason we sometimes HEAR two of them from a very fast aircraft is because the bow and stern sonic booms arrive separately due to the speed of travel and the height of the aircraft. (The space shuttle, for example, does this).
Glorious. Absolutely glorious, and this is you when you're drunk. Now the question remains: Does that mean you'll write an even more glorious one-shot when you're absolutely sober and thinking clearly, or when you're wasted beyond belief? Or perhaps both.
The what does what now?
1147973
Magnificent... Always love reading your stories Rust,...uhmm you did miss one thing though: That silver crescent, peeing over the - peeking
That is, unless the neighbor you mentioned happens to be a pervert
The poor cabbage guy just can't catch a break no matter which universe he's in.
Nice Avatar the Last Airbender referance there, yes I caught it.
If drinking makes you write that good, I may have to go and figure out a way to buy booze....
Fantastic story for such a simple little concept, not that simple is bad.
1148096
Its magic he don't have to explain shit
1148452
I know it's magic, but I KEEP seeing this and it's a common error. People assume that a Hypersonic boom happens, and they throw it in to add a bit of verisimilitude - but it backfires, for me.
There is a definite implication that she breaks a second sound barrier - "a second mach cone". This is as wrong as, I don't know, some book confidently asserting that giraffes have no vocal chords or something.
It's a nice image, but it could just be an explosion of magic and it'd look about the same.
1148277
RIght. That was embarrassing. Fixed.
1148495
Didn't know about that, to be honest. Went back and took out "mach" so the pulse can be interpreted as another kind of explosion.
1148657 Thank you, no problem.
I've noticed it so much (usually multiple rainbooms, which is as silly as saying something froze multiple times - an analogy I think I'll try to remember...) that I've decided to start pointing it out.
That said, there ARE ways to have many sonic booms in a single flight - either the wings are what breaks the barrier when they flap, or the object goes above-below-above the speed of sound, which produces a series of booms that might well not overlap fully at the ground.
As it happens, the scene in my avatar (fanart for a fic of mine) would have multiple overlapping sonic booms - because there are three fighters going overhead! Each one produces its' own boom.
People should drink and write more often.
Rust, that was beautiful. Just beautiful. Excellently written!
But one thing:
"simple" should be "simply".
)
(Can't help but switch to editor mode, sorry
One of my favorite songs from, oh, fifty years ago contains this line: "At night the stars put on a show for free."
Thanks be to Luna for understanding the magic of that moment.
Absolutely gorgeous.
1144282
Okay what the hell? You get drunk and write a good story, but when I end up kinda loopy thanks to some pain killers it results in a vampire pony named Count Fang. (Yeah I'm not kidding.) Yet, you're a better writer than me anyways.
"...My cabbages,"
Cabbage Guy? What are you doing in Equestria?
1148799
D'oh! Fixed. Thanks, Flame.
1149246
I'd been watching Avatar reruns a few hours beforehand. Thought it would be funny if he had something nice happen to him, for once.
I thought of this when you put that cabbage part in.
...this is honestly one of th' best oneshots i've ever read.
This is... AWESOME!
For drunk writing, you should have made it $100.
1148183 da buggah wen brok da mouf. das da mok way of saying something stay delecious. Duh
this in not trolling check the pidgin english dictonary
1144282 I approve.
I believe you won.
1149898
You know the first thing I did with my $50? I went out and bought a giant foam hand, put a sticker of Princess Luna on it, and promptly used it to pimp-slap the guy who made the bet.
1149923
1149923 Hahahaha!
Considering you were inebriated on something, this was AMAZINGLY well done. A few minor grammar errors smattered throughout (taut vs. taunt, it's and its), but...
You should do this again, but for more drinks, and double the money XD i think it would be great
Amazing! Stories done in the first tense are always harder to write, but this time it was definitely worth it.
1152358
...I LIKE YOUR NAME.
>New Rust Oneshot
>MFW:
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Awesome story and really well done.
1152383
Thank you! Yours is cool too!
1148096 In the Chessverse, howeve,r there are SEVEN speed barriers.
The first creates the Sonic Rainboom
The second creates The Wonderbolt.
Luna, however, says 'fuck that, I'm making STARS with the second speed barrier!" And Lo, 'twas most EPIC!
1152717
...Not to be awkward or anything by saying that. I mean it because Luna is best pony, and I created an OC named Ginger in another story of mine. She has been described as "grumpadorable," or whatever that means.
Look here, I'm not kidding you on this.
She's the one on the far left. Ironically, similar to your own avatar.
A figure leans back on a chair in the middle of a plain. He grins slightly as he watches the night sky explode in all its colors. He snaps a picture with his camera, and silently takes his leave, spinning a over sized revolver on one finger. The chair dissolves into smoke behind him.