The Tallmare (being reworked)

by hus

28 Luna part3

Those words rang in her head like several hundred temple bells ringing all at once. She didnt move a bit as thoughts rushed through her head at its mere implications. It didn't make since when she was young but now with her current predicament it made her question her basic knowledge of harmony and it’s relation to the entity she had been chasing for most of her life. This universal understanding of magic was obviously flawed from her knowledge but there was something missing as to why it was there. Why it was there was an unanswered question by itself, but why such a creature like the Tallmare would be connected to it was entirely different. Now as she stood in the dimly lit hallway with the light from the most holiest moon shining through the broken tinted glass, she felt as if the creature wanted her here.

She slowly resumed her cautious trot through the nearly dark hallway before taking a turn to her right. She pushed open the two double-doors of her sister’s room but as she pushed them open they slowly collapsed to the ground with a reverberating thud as she stared at her sibling’s old room. The light colors of the curtains that draped her sister’s bed had gotten grayer from over the years. As Luna lit her horn up even more, she could see that somehow her sister’s room was still intact. Luna instinctively walked up to the old bed and ripped the curtains with her magic and moved them aside as they crumpled against one another. On the pillow rested another page. The princess of the night picked it up with her magic and began reading her own words:

I has't been exp'riencing m're mem'ries of this moth'r i hadst bef're mine own current moth'r. I rememb'r the clay house with twig and leaf roof yond we hadst. I rememb'r mine own fath'r, who is't hath seemed to beest on his deathb'd from some vicious animal did wind. That gent wast quite the skinny stallion, belike malnourish'd from the want of food that gent hadst. His coat wast similar to mineth and his mane wast damp from reeking and t cov'r'd most of his visage. That gent wast a pegasus and the col'r of his mane wast black. Nothing else too remarkable about that gent. The hut wast only did light by a bawbling candle while that gent writh'd in teen. I clearly don’t rememb'r much, but i couldst bid we w're struggling. I shouldst eke mention about this strange dreameth i’ve been having. I wast in some s'rt of city and the buildings w're huge, those gents w'ren’t cramp'd liketh the ones i’ve seen and those gents hath reached all the way up to the sky. Those gents w're solid slabs of stone and solid panes of glass. Oth'rs w're did connect by bridges and some did look m're unique than oth'rs, as if 't be true the architect intentionally design'd those folk to behold liketh a diamond. I wast looking out at the flote, i guesseth this wast a p'rt city and t hath seemed the most fanciest of these strange toweth'rs hath built by nobles. Then i did see a phenomenon, yond i’d only readeth about in books, befall in broad daylight in this dreameth: an aur'ra b'realis hath seemed to sweepeth ov'r this strange city and the ponies with their strange dresses hath seemed to gaze in awe. Their collection of greens and blues did start to descend and then consum'd the buildings liketh those gents w're a waft from a most wondrous flote. I did see these lights scatt'r and englut the solid stone and steel rods liketh those gents w're nothing. The ponies hath seemed to has't their skin and flesh m'rph'd into unimaginable shapes as those gents too w're consum'd by this aur'ra b'realis. Then in the cent'r of this unnatural st'rm wast this alic'rn, the lady glitt'r'd liketh all the stars and wast bright yellow and did look as if 't be true the lady wast wailing liketh a h'rrific banshee. The lady glid'd 'long with deep sunken eyes as an unnatural stream of lighteth did push h'r 'long as if 't be true the lady wast a comet. The lighteth wast quite quaint but h'r visage wast hideous, t wast fusty and rotten with the deep sunken eyes of a madmare. I wast entranc'd and h'rrifi'd. Such a nightmare with so much beauty but so much h'rr'r, t madeth me waketh up. I did notice mine own cov'rs w're did wet from mine own owneth urine. I toldeth mine own moth'r about this dreameth and strangely enow h'r eyes did turn to pinpricks, as if 't be true the lady rememb'r'd yond dreameth liketh the lady wast th're

The moon princess felt a chill run down her spine as she read the last words of the entry that was written in her ancient tongue. Why were the buildings described in this dream seem so modern? Why did that horrific alicorn almost look like her second mother Princess Platinum? The fact that her 2nd mother and that alicron looked so similar had her almost not believing herself. Maybe this dream wasn't a dream after all. Nothing seemed quite right about this. Luna knew that The Silent Queen gave ponies unnatural dreams that taunted and tormented them, but was this dream from It?

She turned around and started to exit her sister’s old room before stopping where the doors once stood when she saw something, somepony in the corner of her right eye. Before she could turn her head the figure lept on top of her back before she felt a deep cutting pain in her shoulder blades. She screamed in agony and anger as she thrashed around as she tried flinging the attacker off. She turned her head back and lifted the attacker off of her and slamming them into the ground. She pinned them down and glared down into their eyes.

She could see it was that masked pony with goggles that fought thorax, but she started to recognize the colt behind the goggles as she looked into his fear-filled eyes. He was part of the 11th Airborne Pegasus Ground assault division. She remembered meeting the young stallion when she paid the air academy a special visit. She had to admit she liked him when she saw him at the academy, she liked how nervous he was around him, and those brown eyes just made her smile back then, but that memory only lasted a second.

She started to slam her hoofs down into his chest while grunting in rage. He DARE to kill her, he DARE to come back siding with the FIEND. His chest started to cave in as his screams echoed throughout the castle halls. The moon ailicron was screaming as well, but with rage.

As she slowly stopped trampling him to death she looked down at him her pinprick eye. She lifted off the goggles and bandana and stared down at his face. The once youth-filled face looked aged from the stress of war and part of his cheek was torn off, probably from a stray piece of shrapnel. She lifted her head up and looked down at the mess she made with a tear-filled chuckle. She got off of him and slowly started to wobble with pain. The blood and her hoofs started to cake and her laughter started to intensify.

She leaned against the stone wall and she started to cackle and sob while her fresh wounds scraped against the stone wall. Pain was all she felt, pain was all her mind felt. Her past betrayed her, her present betrayed her, now all she could do was laugh.

“FUUUUUCKKK!!” The Half Nightmare screamed.