> Celestia's Reign
>  by AnonymousHooves
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> Chapter One- Moon Flower
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I remember it well, staring silently out the castle window on one particular day. I watched happy ponies around the village as they basked in the sun- my sister’s wonderful creation. I sighed softly closing my eyes. The warmth against my coat was lovely. 

Today had been such a disaster and yet my sister’s brilliant sun beamed down on me urging me not to be sad. But I was… It was my big day and I knew as soon as I entered the hall that everypony was disappointed in me. I only wish I fully understood why… 

Just then I heard somepony enter the room. I turned to see my mother standing in the doorway. Her flowing mane sparkled radiantly and the sun light caused her bright blue eyes to sparkle vibrantly. She seemed to light up the entire room with her presence.

‘Luna?’ She spoke gently.

‘Yes, mother?’ I replied quietly.

‘Are you alright?’

I opened my mouth to tell her that I was fine, but the words wouldn’t come out. I’d turned away from the window- the sun no longer able to contain my bitterness. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.

‘Oh Luna,’ mother sighed, reaching to me and holding me close to her. ‘My sweet little Luna…’

‘I just don’t understand it,’ I murmured, ‘why don’t I have my cutie mark yet? Celestia got her cutie mark way before her coronation and so did you and father and...’

Mother smoothed my mane soothingly and was silent.

‘Everypony stares… They seem like they hate me, but then… I can’t blame them. I mean, what kind of princess doesn’t know her own destiny?’ My head dropped and another tear slid down my cheek.

Mother remained silent at first, but then she spoke softly. ‘Luna, let us take a walk outside in the last rays of your sister’s beautiful sunshine.’

As soon as I’d heard “sunshine” a new bitterness welled up inside me. Everypony loved Celestia because she brought something wonderful into the world. I had nothing. Reluctantly I got up and followed mother out into the fields.

‘Look around, Luna. What do you see?’ Mother said gently.

I cleared my throat. I knew that as a princess the important thing was to know what I ruled over and to always keep a watchful eye on it too. ‘Well… I see… houses, ponies; the market in the distance! And further than that I see...’

Mother put her hoof on my shoulder. ‘How about what surrounds us here?’

I looked around myself, puzzled. ‘But there are only empty fields.’

‘Empty?’

‘Well… there are plants and trees here; nothing special, though.’

‘Oh, but that’s not true,’ mother said. ‘What surrounds us now- the trees, the plants and grass, they are the most important parts of Equestria. They are the very reason we exist.’    

I frowned. 

‘Tell me,’ mother continued. ‘What do we eat?’

‘Hay,’ I answered. ‘And apples and carrots.’

‘And where do they come from?’

‘The village?’

Mother chuckled. ‘And before that?’

‘…Trees and plants,’ I realised.

‘Luna, you must remember that the most important thing about ruling a kingdom is to cherish and nurture the simple things. If you trace the roots of something great, you are sure to find something even more wonderful, you just have to look for it.’ 

I didn’t honestly understand what she was saying then, but I think I must have started to at some point. It only makes me miss her more.

‘What about my destiny?’ I questioned impatiently.

‘You see these flowers?’ Mother said.

I nodded.

‘Notice how most have bloomed, yet a couple are still sleeping.’ 

I listened intently.

‘But, whilst the others are withering away the ones that had lain dormant have bloomed into the most beautiful flowers you’ll ever see.’

‘But… what if they never bloom?’ I asked concerned.

Mother smiled. ‘They will in time, young filly. Life has a plan for you, my Luna. Life has a plan for us all and we shall fulfil our destinies whether we want to or not.’

I stared down at the little buds. So much promise and hope clung to them. 

‘Here,’ mother said, placing a purple flower in my mane. ‘It’s a moon dust flower. They’re from the Everfree forest and only bloom once every thirty days. They are said to grant wishes.’

‘Do you think it would help me find my destiny?’ I asked hopefully.

Mother chuckled. ‘You just never know. Now, let’s get inside before it gets dark.’

> Chapter Two- The Book of Ages
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   Looking back this was probably one of the most crucial times in my life. Perhaps, had I taken what mother said more seriously, I would not be here today…


A few days after my coronation was the celebratory ball that followed. I got my first fancy gown made for me by a local pony merchant my mother commissioned. It was a beautiful hoof stitched gown woven in silk. It was silver and shimmered in the daylight. My mother had said that I looked like a real princess. My father had told me that I looked just like a star that sparkled in the night sky.

Mother brushed my mane and styled it ready for the ball. It was tradition to have it styled a particular way. For the coronation it had to be pinned up neatly and for the after-coronation ball it had to be curled. They both represented different things, but… that tradition disappeared a long time ago and I don’t remember too well.

There are still many books on royal etiquette tucked away in the palace. Or at least, there were.

When mother had finished with my mane she smiled at me reassuringly. 

‘No matter what,’ she said, ‘I love you and I will always be here to guide you should you need it.’

I didn’t reply. I was in all honesty terrified of how everypony would respond to me.

‘What’s wrong?’ mother asked gently.

‘I’m afraid that everypony will hate me,’ I admitted. ‘I only wish I understood why they may.’

Mother put her hoof on mine. ‘Our faith is the trouble. It’s been written in the Book of Ages that anypony who does not gain his or her cutie mark- thus finding their destiny, is not whole. Ponies all across the land have over time misinterpreted this and have grown to believe that a pony with an unmarked destiny is untrustworthy and impure.’

I stared wide eyed at my mother fearfully.

‘It’s okay, my little filly,’ she said smoothing my mane. ‘Just because ponies believe this does not make it true.’

One thing about mother, although she believed in faith, honesty and truth were just as important to her. She was wise and saw so much more than ponies perhaps realise.

‘Whatever those ponies say tonight and however they behave,’ mother said, ‘do not let their bitterness hurt you. Rise above them and some day you will be wise and shall teach them all they need to know.’

As I had feared, upon entering the room ponies shot me cold and disgusted looks. Some even seemed afraid either of me or for me. 

One pony stood out from the crowd however. Her coat shone a pretty shade of mauve and her mane was scarlet and all done up neatly for the occasion. She was the only pony that looked directly at me. Her eyes were a deep blue and made me think of sapphires. She was a unicorn which surprised me. Most unicorns were too proud for their own good.

The unicorn must have seen me staring at her and smiled to me warmly. I felt a mixture of emotions. I initially felt shocked and rather embarrassed, but on the other hoof I felt happy.  Just a single smile could change the whole mood. I found myself smiling also. Suddenly none of the other ponies mattered anymore.

I followed my mother around for the most of the evening, meeting other ponies- our subjects as mother had said. It wasn’t long before I grew tired and mother sent me upstairs to bed. Celestia, being older than me, did not turn in until much later so I had the room to myself for a while.

I turned out the light and sat by the window looking out at into the night. I was always fascinated by the mysteries the darkness held. Everypony was taught that the night was dangerous as the creatures of the night stalked our quiet villages whilst we slept.

There were tales from the Everfree forest of headless ponies and blood thirsty demons that would snatch young fillies from their homes. After what mother had taught me I wasn’t sure how real any of these things were. I may have been young at the time but I knew it was reasonable to question things.

Quietly my door creaked open and my father stepped into the room.

‘Luna?’ he said gently. ‘What are you doing alone in the dark? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for bed?’

‘I know,’ I replied. ‘I’m just looking out at the night.’

‘Oh?’ father queried joining me at the window. 

‘The night,’ I said quietly. ‘Why is everypony so afraid of the night?’

I thought I knew the answer, but I was looking for a more creative answer.

‘That’s a very good question,’ my father responded surprising me. ‘I could tell you about the creatures that are said to lurk at night, but I’m sure you already know the stories.’

I nodded slowly.

‘The archives and the book of ages speak of night and darkness unleashing your worst fears. Ponies over generations have begun taking it literally.’

That seemed to make sense. Times were changing.

‘The Book of Ages is full of lessons that ponies are beginning to understand less and less,’ he said. ‘This is why your mother and I rule now. Once there were no kings or queens and ponies knew how to balance their world. This was when the Book of Ages was written.’

‘What happened to everypony?’ I asked.

‘Unfortunately we lost sight of what really matters, Luna. Then wars broke out between the earth ponies, the pegasi and the unicorns.’

I shivered when I thought about generations to come.

‘It’s okay now,’ father reassured me. ‘You and your sister were prophesised by Star Swirl the Bearded to rule Equestria and keep it balanced for as long as it’s needed.’

‘How long might that be?’ I asked curiously.

‘You never mind that, little filly,’ father chuckled ruffling my mane with his hoof. ‘Now, time for bed. It’s been a long day.’

Once ready I climbed into bed and let my father tuck me in.

‘One last question,’ I said.

‘Okay, last question.’

‘How did you and mother become alicorns? Why are we alicorns?’

‘Well, we were just born that way. Your mother and I were both drawn to one another because of our powers,’ he told me.

‘But why?’ I pressed.

Father sighed realising where this was going. ‘It’s nature’s way of balancing itself,’ he said. ‘In all honesty, I know as little as you when it comes to this. Now, go to sleep.’

With that he kissed me goodnight and turned out the lights leaving me to rest.
> Chapter Three- A Friend in Need
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   As I’d sat at my window one rainy morning after a slight disagreement between my older sister and myself, I began mulling over what she’d said. ‘You’re just not trying!’ She’d snapped, her horn glowing in frustration. ‘You’ll bring shame upon us all with your blank pony hide!’ ‘I’m trying my best!’ I’d retorted, hurt. 

It reminded me of a similar argument we’d had on my first day of school. We’d been closer then, but Celestia had always been intolerant. I was only happy to finally be going into the village to learn new things and meet new ponies. 

Despite the fact that my sister and I were in fact princesses, mother and father still sent us to the village school of magic to mix with other ponies our age. We also had some lessons from home- mostly to do with pony etiquette and how to best manage our royal duties. Celestia was spending more time doing this now than going to school.

Upon first entering the classroom I was surprised at how small it was. Back at home every room was so big. This place seemed surprisingly comfortable, though.

I looked around and saw at least a dozen excited faces staring at me from behind their desks. The teacher, Mrs Apple introduced me to the class and seated me at a desk near the window.

Most of the fillies and colts were unicorns, but there were a couple of pegasi and one earth pony whose parents wished for them to study magic.

I heard a few whispers behind me. ‘”She’s a real princess you know!” one pink unicorn whispered excitedly. “She’s got both wings and a horn!” another remarked.

In all honesty I felt a little awkward. Mother had prepared me for this, but I suppose I’d hoped it would be different.

By lunchtime I was feeling a little lonely. Ironically, everypony was glancing my way, but none seemed to approach me. Celestia had told me that on her first day everypony was talking to her, asking her what it was like living in a palace and what she liked and disliked…

Just then I saw a shy purple colt walk clumsily into the room with his lunch stacked up on a tray in front of him. He stopped and surveyed the room for a moment. I could tell what he was thinking and how he likely felt as I had felt the same. I had never imagined that one could feel so lonely when surrounded by so many ponies.

I watched as the young pegasus began to make his way to an empty table that was tucked away in the corner of the room. I felt a twinge of guilt in the pit of my stomach. Perhaps I should have offered him a seat at my empty table.

Suddenly, however, the young colt tripped. His lunch flew up into the air, splattering the room with oatmeal and raw carrot. I felt helpless as I watched him fall flat on his face. Ponies all around snickered immaturely making no attempts to help him. 

‘There he goes again, tripping over his own hooves!’ a filly laughed loudly.

‘My mother told me that it says in the Book of Ages that grace is just as important as wealth,’ said another. ‘Pretty important I’d say!’

As the young colt lifted his head I saw a bitterness in his eyes that made me want to cry. Without another thought I rushed to his side, not thinking nor caring about the consequences. 

‘My mother told me that the Book of Ages is poorly understood!’ I blurted angrily. 

The two little fillies stared back at me wide eyed.

My anger had, without doubt, stemmed from the fact that my presence here was being poorly received, unlike my “perfect” sister. I hated seeing this hate as much as I hated having it aimed at me. I always thought that young fillies and colts would be more understanding and interesting than adults. Mother was right, ponies had little to no respect for one another nowadays. Without proper guidance war would almost certainly break out once more. This thought disturbed me as I was only a young filly and currently had no control over the situation.

I didn’t say another word after that and simply helped the purple colt to his hooves.

‘I- I…’ he faltered, tears in his eyes. He angrily shook them away and stared down at his hooves shamefully, seeing the awful mess he’d made.

‘It’s okay,’ I said to him, feeling terrible that my somewhat selfish motives had caused him even more embarrassment. ‘You… can share my lunch, if you’d like?’

‘Really? Are you sure?’ He asked, surprised.

‘Of course,’ I replied, smiling. The least I could do was be a good example to ponies.

‘B…but you’re a…’

My heart sunk. ‘A princess, I know. That’s exactly it though. My mother told me that as a princess it’s important to put your subjects and friends before you and to help where you can. Something some ponies aren’t very good at.’

I saw the two fillies shrink in embarrassment and a smile appear on my new found friend’s face and this reassured me.

‘I’m… Storm Sweeper, but you can call me Storm,’ he said.

‘Pleased to meet you,’ I said. ‘Just… call me Luna.’

‘Okay, Luna. Do you want to play with me after lunch? My uncle’s teaching me how to fly!’ Storm Sweeper enthused, showing off his small developing wings.

‘I’d like that,’ I replied shyly. ‘I haven’t had any flying lessons yet! My sister has though.’

‘I can show you how to get into the take-off position and everything! Wing stretches are important too to strengthen your wings for when they’re big enough to support you.’


As I watched the rain I’d thought about how he had turned out to be the only colt I could trust at that time. I remembered how our friendship developed and how it continued to grow.


It was home time and I waited with Storm for his father to come, as usual. He was a few minutes late, which was unlike him. I could tell Storm was growing anxious as he was silent.

‘It’s alright,’ I told him, ‘he’ll be here soon. Maybe he’s become caught up?’

‘He’s never late,’ Storm replied.

‘Maybe’-

‘He could have had an accident!’

I could hear the panic in his voice which alarmed me.

‘He could be badly hurt and I’m not there to help him!’

‘Why would you say that?’

Storm frowned. ‘You don’t know anything, do you?’

‘I’-

‘I didn’t think so! So why don’t you just… be quiet!’ he retorted suddenly.

‘Oh… alright…’ I mumbled feeling a little hurt.

‘I-I’m sorry, I just…’ he drew in a deep breath and a pained look flashed across his face very briefly. ‘It’s nothing.’

I could see I’d hit a raw nerve and placed my hoof on his shoulder. ‘It’s alright, you don’t need to explain yourself.’

‘But… I want to!’ he insisted. ‘You’re my friend and… well… A few years back my mother passed away. She was supposed to pick me up from Foal School one afternoon. I waited and waited and, well, she never came…’

I was horrified. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how awful that would be. I loved my mother so very dearly. 

‘That’s awful,’ I responded honestly.

‘Yeah,’ Storm mumbled. ‘I guess sometimes I get a bit panicked when my father doesn’t show…’

‘I understand… but I’m sure he’s on his way.’

‘I hope so…’

Just then a black Pegasus flew down with a letter.

‘Hello young Storm Sweeper!’ he said. ‘I have a letter to give to you. It’s from your father.’
Storm and I looked at one another and then Storm took the letter and opened it.

A disappointed look appeared on his face a few moments later.

‘What is it?’ I asked anxiously.

‘It’s my father… he can’t get away from work to pick me up tonight. He wants me to go and stay with my aunt Blueberry Dust…’ he said.

I didn’t know what to say.

‘I’m sorry, Storm,’ the black Pegasus said sympathetically. ‘Your father’s a wonderful doctor in Cloudsdale, possibly the best. He’s very busy and he can’t predict when he will be called out. I’ll see you later, alright?’

With that he flew off.

Storm sighed.

‘It’s not so bad, is it?’ I said slowly. ‘He’ll be able to pick you up tomorrow.’

‘You don’t understand, aunt Blueberry is awful! She’s mother’s sister, but she’s nothing like her! She smells and she makes me take a bath in lavender oil twice in one evening!’

I scrunched up my nose. Even I didn’t very much like the idea of that and I was a filly.

‘And her cooking is terrible! Even her dog won’t eat it!’

I laughed. ‘That does sound bad. Hmm… I wonder if…’ I pondered.

‘What?’ 

‘You could stay at mine! I’m sure mother and father won’t mind! You can sleep in my room on the camp bed!’

‘What? Wait just a moment!’ Storm said. ‘Your mother and father are the King and Queen… and you’re a… princess! Surely I couldn’t…’

‘Don’t be silly! Come on. I’ll ask mother!’

One thing I’ll always remember is how trusting my parents were. They welcomed Storm Sweeper into our home with open arms and much sympathy for his unfortunate situation. 

Once we’d got ourselves tucked in bed that night Storm and I spoke about our parents.

‘Your parents are so nice, Luna,’ Storm said.

‘I know they are,’ I replied. ‘I realise that I’m very lucky to have them.’

‘Yes, I’m lucky to have my father also. I only wish he didn’t have to work so much, but after mother died he just started working more and more. He doesn’t talk as much either.’

I listened intently, trying to put myself in his shoes.

‘I think he’s sad,’ Storm said.

‘You could be right,’ I agreed. ‘Sometimes grown-ups respond strangely to things.’

Just then father came into the room.

‘Alright you two, I think it’s about time you got some sleep,’ he said.

‘Aww, but we’re not sleepy!’ I replied.

‘I think you are. You’ve had a busy day at school. Now goodnight, my little ponies. Sweet dreams.’ 

‘Goodnight!’ Storm and I said in unison.

Father put out the candles and left the room.

‘L-luna?’ I heard a voice say.

‘Storm? What is it?’ I asked.

‘I… I’m afraid of the dark,’ he said. ‘I’m afraid of the night.’

‘Don’t worry,’ I told him, getting out of bed and trotting over to the window. ‘There’s really nothing to worry about, come and see for yourself.’

Storm clumsily got to his feet and made his way unsteadily towards the window.

‘Just look,’ I told him.

‘I…I’m afraid to…’ he replied, embarrassed.

‘You know, I think the night is a wonderful creation,’ I said. ‘Just look at the sky, jewelled with stars! It’s full of life and hope…’

I glanced at Storm to see that his eyes were now open and he was gazing up at the night sky.

‘My father helped me see the beauty in the night. Something most ponies are too afraid to do.’

‘Then why are we always so afraid of the night?’ Storm asked.

‘My mother says that ponies fear the unknown,’ I said. ‘Darkness is full of mystery because our sight is hindered.’

‘You’re right,’ Storm said eventually. ‘But… I’m still afraid, Luna.’

‘That’s okay,’ I said, ‘I understand… I’m afraid of spiders.’

‘Really?’

I nodded, ‘yes… but don’t tell anypony’.

Storm smiled.

‘I can light a candle for you if it’ll make you feel better.’

Before Storm could say another word I lifted my head, focusing on the candle. I felt a tiny spark of magic leave my horn and watched it flash across the room, lighting the candle. I smiled, satisfied. My aim had been perfect.

‘Wow! How did you do that?!’ Storm exclaimed, awestruck.

‘It’s the only spell I know,’ I admitted. ‘Mother taught me and I have to say, it was very difficult!’

‘Most ponies our age haven’t even managed to create a spark yet!’

‘It just takes practice,’ I told him honestly with a yawn.

‘It’s impressive, though,’ Storm said. ‘I guess we should get some sleep now though.’

I nodded lethargically, climbing back into my bed and snuggling under the covers.

‘Goodnight Luna,’ Storm murmured.

‘Goodnight, Storm,’ I replied gently.

From that night on Storm and I would observe the night more closely than even I had before. We watched the stars as they gradually moved across the sky, like my sister’s sun only much slower.
Storm was still afraid of the night, as many ponies were, but his curiosity often got the better of him.   

> Chapter Four- Flight School
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   The time finally came for me to begin flight school up in Cloudsdale. Classes were throughout the summer when Magic school had ended for the year. Mother and father had wanted me to have private lessons as Celestia had done, but as I grew I became more and more stubborn. I insisted on doing it my way and I wanted to be with Storm.

Storm knew more about flying than I did as his uncle had begun his training at a young age.

As I packed my bags the evening before I was set to leave mother came in to lend me a hoof.

‘It’s not going to be the same without my little Luna,’ she said placing a hoof on my shoulder. ‘I’m going to miss you.’

I smiled, ‘I shall be back before you know it,’ I said.

Mother chuckled. ‘I know you will.’

I continued to gather my things for the morning as mother watched me.

‘This is a very brave thing to do, you know, Luna,’ she said eventually. ‘I know you don’t realise it, but leaving your home for any length of time is something that’s hard for any filly or colt.’

At this point I didn’t understand what she meant. I was perhaps somewhat oblivious to the pressures I was under at this point in my life. The cutie mark deal had been long forgotten and, alas, so had my royal duties for the time being.

The morning before I left for flight school Celestia came to me and, to my surprise, gently placed a hoof on my shoulder as mother often did.

‘Good luck, Luna,’ she said gently.

It had been so long since she had shown any affection towards me I wasn’t sure how to respond.

‘Luna?’ father called, ‘the carriage is here!’

I turned to my elder sister and smiled, just before darting off.

The days that followed were both exciting and nerve wracking. The instructor had us standing on the very edge of a cloud and focusing on our balance. Some ponies had already started lifting off when they’d lost balance. It was a very effective way to help give ponies that little nudge they needed to get started.

Storm was, of course, way ahead of me. By the time I’d learned to take off, he’d picked up speed and taught himself various stunts in the air. Other ponies cheered him on and I felt proud to have such an impressive young colt as a best friend. No pony was laughing at him now!

The same, however, could not be said for me. Whilst in magic school I had performed well and everypony had become used to me being a princess, but here it was all new. On the first day I unintentionally drew a lot of attention to myself. Many ponies were excited by the prospect of having a princess in their class and others felt threatened. Either way I tried to discourage it as best I could. Celestia had always thrived on other ponies’ affection and adoration, but I just wanted to fit in.

One day one of our instructors called me up for a private meeting.

‘What could she want?’ Storm questioned.

‘I’m not sure,’ I replied, honestly feeling a little anxious.

‘You haven’t done anything wrong, have you?’

‘I don’t think so…’

‘Maybe it’s to do with you being royalty,’ he suggested.

I nodded, it was true, there was no escaping it.

‘In any case, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.’

‘You’re right,’ I agreed. ‘How about we go for something to eat when I get back?’

‘That sounds great! I’ll see you later!’

As soon as I walked out the door Misty Cloud, our instructor, was waiting outside for me. She was a unique pony with a long blue flowing mane and deep green, understanding eyes, but she was thick skinned also. No pony messed about when she was present which left many ponie a little uncertain of her.

‘Ah, there you are Princess,’ she said stepping towards me. 

‘Please, just call me Luna,’ I replied awkwardly.

‘Very well, Luna. I just wanted to talk to you about your progress.’

I felt my cheeks flush. I knew I hadn’t been progressing as much as other ponies. I could perhaps have been practising more often than I did.

‘It’s nothing to worry about,’ Misty assured me.

We flew over to one of the training areas.

‘Now,’ Misty began, ‘I’ve noticed that you lack confidence in the sky.’

I nodded shyly.

‘It’s alright, but I can’t help but feel that there’s something missing.’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

‘I’m not sure,’ she said, pausing a moment to think. ‘I just can’t help but feel as though you’re not reaching your full potential.’

I didn’t say anything for a moment. I was beginning to worry that she may be thinking that I wasn’t good enough for flight school.

‘You haven’t yet discovered your destiny,’ Misty continued.

I felt a wave of shame wash over me, one that had been forgotten for some time. Suddenly my whole coronation came back to me. I didn’t have a cutie mark. I didn’t know my destiny…

‘You’re talented in many areas, so I’m told, but there’s something still left undiscovered.’

Bad memories were suddenly pulling me down and it was only later that I realised that Misty Cloud hadn’t been meaning to offend in any way.

Misty had apparently recognised the look of pain that was written across my face and stopped.

‘I don’t know,’ she said, her voice softening. ‘My apologies. I did not intend to upset you in any way.’

I took a deep breath and pulled myself together. ‘No, it’s alright.’

‘I see potential in you, young filly. I called you here this evening so that I might learn how to help you on your journey.’

‘But I’m quite sure I’m not destined to become a great flyer,’ I replied. ‘Not like my good friend Storm Sweeper.’

‘Yes,’ she agreed. ‘Young Storm Sweeper is too destined for great things.’

There was a moment of silence before Misty Cloud asked me to lift off and run a full circuit, which I did reluctantly.

‘Tell me,’ she said when I touched down once more. ‘What is it that you like the most?’

This question took me by surprise and I didn’t have an answer right away.

‘Well, not that I think it’s relevant, I like the simple things,’ I answered finally. ‘Like nature and the things that other ponies don’t always notice right away. I like to help ponies and I like to teach them about the misunderstood and unappreciated.’

Misty nodded thoughtfully. ‘You’re getting close.’

I didn’t reply. I wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that. 

‘Anyway, it’s getting dark,’ Misty said eventually. ‘Commendable efforts so far, Luna.’

Once I was alone I stared up at the sky. I breathed a sigh of relief. Whenever I saw those stars twinkling above me it felt like home.

I was getting close… Did she mean with my flying? Or did she mean…  

With a deep breath I lifted off the cloud upon which I had been standing and spread my wings. I began to feel all tension leave my body. The stars twinkled brilliantly against the inky sky and I soared effortlessly, weaving in and out of the clouds.

Little did I know that my very best friend was watching me in awe, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

‘Luna!’ he called to me.

I looked down and saw him.

‘Storm!’

‘I can’t believe how well you fly at night!’ he cried. ‘That’s amazing!’

I landed, folding my wings awkwardly.

‘Not to say you don’t always fly well, but… Did Misty Cloud teach you this?’ he asked.

I shook my head, ‘no, I don’t think she thinks I am such a good flyer,’ I admitted.

‘Really? Why?’

‘Well… she didn’t say that I was a bad flyer in so many words, but…’ I paused.

‘Luna, I think she likes you,’ Storm said simply.

I gave him a questioning look.

‘You were flying so well!’ he exclaimed. ‘You and your night… You’re one.’

‘What? Come now, I’m not as good as you!’ I pointed out. ‘You can do all kinds of fancy tricks!’

‘Luna,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘I’ve been practising for years! Besides I think I could teach you some of those tricks now.’

I smiled. ‘I shall allow you to teach me a few tricks on the condition that you allow me to teach you about the night.’

He chuckled. ‘Why didn’t I see that one coming?’


For the next few weeks Storm and I worked together, sharing our knowledge on what we knew best. Between classes, Storm taught me a few basic tricks which, in all honesty, I failed miserably at. I clearly wasn’t meant for that kind of thing.

Nights were just confident boosters for Storm and I thought he did exceedingly well. I enjoyed teaching him all I knew about the night. We learned much from our nightly flights and grew seemingly closer.

In the weeks to come I would learn that Misty Cloud had been observing our nightly flights. She was extremely impressed with my fearless approach to the night and, as there was no danger in the practice arenas, organised weekly night lessons for the class that I was placed in charge of.

Looking back I had been rather bold, but, as Storm had said at a later point, we were growing up and discovering ourselves. It was thrilling and we could finally put away our childish fears and prepare ourselves for advanced magic school. 

I, of course, had so much more to prepare for, being a Princess. There were more pressing matters that would need my attention at a later date which, at the time, I was blissfully unaware of.

> Chapter Five- The Everfree Forest
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   Days passed by and I grew. My sister and I had grown apart so much in this time. Celestia, now a responsible leader, was less aware of the things around her and more focused on her duties. 

I always kept mother’s words close to me and my father’s too. I knew there was always more than what meets the eye. 

The day finally came when father decided that I was old enough to go with him into the Everfree forest to search for new fruits to plant in the fields that surrounded the village.

We would camp in the forest for three nights and even Celestia would be coming. I would have been happy a year ago, but now things just felt uncomfortable. I didn’t know a thing about my sister anymore. She barely even looked at me now. Of course I knew why… I still didn’t have my cutie mark and I could tell she was embarrassed and even angry.

We packed our things, said goodbye to mother and took to the sky, heading toward the forest. The view was beautiful. I could see many apple trees in the fields, flowers and long grass rippling in the wind. The village below seemed less fascinating now that I had been around it many times.

Celestia soared past me. Her wings had grown so big and strong now; her mane was a spectrum of pastel colours that flowed endlessly behind her and her coat shone brilliantly in the sunlight. If only I were as beautiful as my sister. Ponies would perhaps be a little more forgiving if I were more like her.

We flew into a haze of white cloud. Everything seemed muffled and I could hear my Celestia’s voice in my head. “You’re just not trying!” 

I quickly pushed the negative thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on the wise words of my mother. “You are a princess,” she had told me calmly, “you do not have the time to wallow.”

As we burst out of the clouds a sea of trees came into sight; miles upon miles of dark evergreen. I felt a rush of excitement course through me at the sight of this. I had been told that the Everfree forest was different than the rest of Equestria. It was apparently a forest full of magic. My father had told us that everything functioned by itself there. The weather changed all on its own and rivers flowed without any help from the pegasi. 

A long time ago there were wars concerning the Everfree forest. The earth ponies were certain that the pegasi were playing tricks on them and the pegasi believed that the unicorns were using their magic to create the illusion of life. The unicorns, being unable to explain it, believed that the earth ponies must have planted a divine plant that was keeping the forest alive.

It was soon realised that no pony was responsible for the Everfree forest’s strange behaviour and it has never been explain or understood. 

‘Here we are,’ father announced as we landed safely amongst the trees.

I paused for just a moment to think. ‘Uh, it’s not too dangerous here, is it?’

‘Of course it is!’ Celestia answered abruptly. ‘If you’re scared then father did warn you! The Everfree forest isn’t for scaredy ponies!’

‘I’m fine!’ I retorted. 

‘Celestia,’ father warned.

Celestia, having little patience turned away.

‘There is always some risk, but that is part of being a princess, Luna,’ father said. ‘As a leader you must take risks to discover and share new things with your subjects. It’s how things progress.’

I nodded firmly. ‘I’m not a little filly anymore. I’m ready.’

‘I know,’ he replied with a gentle smile.

As we set up camp I began to wonder just how far the Everfree forest actually stretched. It was seemingly endless.

Once we reached our camp site father sent Celestia and I to fetch some fire wood. Celestia, I could tell, was irked. Of all the ponies in Equestria I was probably the last pony she wished to spend time with. Then again, I felt so awkward I too could think of better company.

‘Come on, stop dawdling!’ Celestia said sharply. ‘It’s almost dark. If you don’t hurry father will have to send you home.’

I seethed inside. It wasn’t I who was dawdling, I was simply keeping the pace that had been set by her. In which case, perhaps it was she who was dragging her hooves! 

‘Sorry,’ was the only way I could think to reply.

Celestia didn’t respond.

I decided that now would be the time to confront her even if it wasn’t the right time. ‘Why are we like this?’

Celestia looked mildly confused. ‘Like what?’

‘We used to be so close!’ I blurted. ‘What happened?’

Celestia sighed heavily, her eyes shifting from mine.

‘I know,’ I muttered. ‘I don’t have a cutie mark. Why does that matter so much?’

‘But that’s just it,’ she snapped. ‘Haven’t you seen the way ponies stare at us? I know what they’re all thinking and they’re right! Cutie marks are a sign of respect and trust. Even your young friend has his mark.’

‘It’s all just pony myth!’ I argued. ‘Mother told me’-

‘Mother is just trying to make you feel better!’ Celestia said. ‘Everypony knows the legend and believes in it. So do I.’

‘Well… you shouldn’t!’ I spat angrily, tears threatening to overflow. ‘Mother and father’-

‘They believe too! How can they not?! You should see the state they’re in every time they’re reminded of your existence.’

I stood frozen, fighting back the bitterness and tears with all I had.

‘This is why I wish you would just… leave!’ Celestia said scornfully. ‘How can I ever become a great ruler when you’re around? You’re a disgrace to us all!’

Before I could feel anything I found myself galloping through the darkening forest. My legs took on a life of their own and I didn’t know how to stop them. I ran and ran, tears streaming down my face. I hated being different! Mother had always said that I was special and that I would bloom. She lied!

When I finally stopped running my legs were tired and my hooves throbbed. I collapsed in a clearing beside the river my heart pounding hard against my chest. I sobbed and didn’t stop to compose myself. What was the point anyway? I would never be a good princess.

Without another thought I flung my tiara into the water, watching it plunge into the murkiness causing ripples. I gazed bitterly at my reflection in the darkness. My horn still seemed to be glowing even after the magic had left it. It was no real surprise as when a pony becomes upset his or her magic is far less controlled.

I dropped my head and breathed deeply, seeking some relief.

It was then that I noticed that the orb of light in the stream wasn’t my horn… I looked around me and realised that the night was bathed in a strange silvery light. I looked up and found the source of the strange light. 

There, huddled amongst stars, was a large white orb that glowed soothingly in the sky. I gazed up at it in awe. What in all of Equestria was this?

Suddenly I began to feel all the anger and sadness melt away, leaving my body calm and relieved. I felt a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time. It spread quickly through my body and left me feeling calm. I sighed deeply. I understood.

Then, through the trees, came Celestia. She looked sort of… sad, I realised. I could tell that she was really sorry about the things she’d said. She walked towards me slowly, father appearing at her side.

I got to my feet calmly, readily accepting my sister’s unspoken apology.

‘Luna!’ father said. ‘Thank goodness you’re alright.’

‘Sister, I’- Celestia began, but stopped and stared at me.

‘What? What is it?’ I asked a little scared a first. Had they seen a ferocious beast that was just waiting to attack? A Manticore perhaps?!

‘Luna!’ Father exclaimed suddenly, a smile spread across his face. ‘You have your cutie mark!’

I nearly leapt out of my skin. ‘I do?!’ I craned my neck to see and there, sure enough was a... Well, I wasn’t entirely sure.

‘What is it?’ Celestia asked.

‘Why, I think it’s the moon,’ father replied. ‘The glowing orb in the sky that appears at night here in place of your sun.’

I had temporarily lost the ability to speak. All those years of heartache and it was finally here! My happiness was soon clouded by doubt however. What did it even mean? What was a moon anyway? 

‘What could it mean?’ I asked my father. His wisdom never ceased to astound me.

‘I don’t know,’ he replied disappointingly. ‘It’s most peculiar.’ 

‘Maybe you can draw some kind of power from this moon?’ Celestia suggested, all bitterness vanished from her voice.

I nodded. There did seem to be some aura that it omitted. It would explain the warmth I had felt. I felt stronger in its silvery blanket of light.

‘Well,’ father said finally. ‘Time will tell what your powers might bring, if you do indeed have and learn how to wield them.’

Excitement shot through me when I heard this. I could have powers that no other pony had seen before! I had new found hope and I would hold on to it with everything I had.

‘It’s getting late so we ought to get back to the camp now,’ father finished. ‘It’s been quite an eventful evening.’

Celestia did not speak as we walked back to our campfire, but I understood why. The awkwardness would subside, but for now I didn’t feel like I wanted to worry about that. I had my cutie mark and I would now be accepted as an honest, trustworthy princess. That was all I had wished for for such a long time.
> Chapter Six- La Luna
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La Luna

The weeks that followed I made many trips to the Everfree Forest to gaze up at that beautiful glowing orb that had gifted me with my cutie mark and shed light upon my destiny, whatever it may be.

Each night I looked to the sky and saw that moon, bathing me in glorious silvery light was magical. I felt more powerful, my magical abilities, albeit limited, were more intense.

When I first noticed that very gradually my moon was disappearing, however, I grew anxious. Then when it disappeared completely I thought I would never see it again. Father found me in my room in a depressed state. 

After explaining to me that the moon has its very own cycle father was relieved when I instantly sprang back to life.

I of course dragged Storm out to see my moon also. He was impressed, but somewhat wary standing in the middle of the Everfree Forest.

One night we arrived and the sky was completely clouded over.

‘I wonder,’ Storm said, ‘if you could… move it.’

I stared at him blankly for a few moments.

‘Move it?’

‘You know, move the moon! Across the sky, like your sister does with the sun,’ Storm explained.

The very idea filled me with excitement. ‘You’re right! Or… maybe not because, as father would say, that would be unnatural.’

‘Oh…’

‘But maybe I could raise it instead!’ I said. ‘Like Celestia does with the sun!’

I was excited to see that even Storm’s enthusiasm was growing. ‘Yes! Try it, Luna!’

I bowed my head down and focused my energy on the sky as I’d watched my sister do so many times. I felt the magic energy leave my body and flash across the sky above us. 

Storm watched intently as I focused myself and felt the energy grow. Soon my blue aura lit the dull sky and I could feel it flowing freely through my body and out of my horn.

‘D…do you see… anything yet?’ I asked.

‘Not yet,’ he replied.

I kept going for several minutes, but alas, nothing emerged.

I collapsed on the grass, exhausted. Maybe this wasn’t what I was supposed to do. The moon had a different cycle to the sun, so perhaps it couldn’t be raised in the same way… Or maybe my magic just wasn’t powerful enough yet.

‘I’m sorry, Luna,’ Storm said, seeing my disappointment. ‘Maybe you just haven’t learned enough about magic yet?’

I nodded, getting to my hooves. ‘It’s quite possible,’ I agreed. 

‘Come on, you have your cutie mark now,’ he said. ‘I’ll race you home!’


With that we took to the skies, dashing through the clouds. I could see the moon beginning to show as the sky was darkening. Its peaceful glow brought me to life and I knew there was no mistaking my mark even if I didn’t yet know what it would mean to me.

> Chapter Seven- Heart's Desire
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Chapter Six- Heart’s Desire

Advanced magic school was tougher than I’d originally anticipated. I wasn’t the only pony to feel it either. There was firstly the whole princess thing that I had to contend with and then there was still the fact that I still didn’t yet understand the meaning of my mark.

I knew that I wasn’t the only pony with this problem, but I was royalty and the others were not. There was far less pressure on them to conform.

‘I just wish I understood!’ I’d exclaimed to Storm, frustrated. ‘I’m a princess and don’t know my destiny! How can I lead when I haven’t been given a path to follow!’

Storm understood, level headed as he was I knew this. Although he had had his cutie mark for a long time and understood what it meant, he was sympathetic.

‘I know,’ he said.

‘I may have a cutie mark, but my destiny is unclear and as a Princess it doesn’t look good!’ I explained. ‘The Book of Ages mentions, not only cutie marks, but the importance of knowing one’s destiny. I’m a Princess and I’m expected to be the example.’

‘I do understand,’ he said, ‘but you mustn’t let it get to you. You are a princess after all and you could be the one to teach ponies that the Book of Ages is a lot of ponyfeathers.’

I shook my head. ‘No, the Book of Ages isn’t ponyfeathers, it does in fact speak the truth, only ponies interpret it wrong.’

‘Alright then,’ Storm said. ‘You, as a princess and more knowledgeable than most, could teach ponies about what the Book of Ages really means. You could teach them about what’s really important.’  

I nodded. He was right of course. It was just self-pity.

‘I believe that you of all ponies could do that,’ he said smiling. ‘You were the filly who helped me understand that the night isn’t as dangerous or scary as everypony thinks!’


After a particularly strenuous lesson on levitation Storm and I ate lunch together. The pegasi in charge of the weather had scheduled a storm that afternoon and so everypony ate inside.

There was a lot of chatter about Hearts and Hooves day this year. One particular filly was organising a party for the occasion. It seemed that the more years that went by the more excited everypony became about the special day. 

Storm and I were far too busy watching out the window. Storm wriggled in excitement as he watched the rain beat down against the window. This was the first storm which he himself had helped prepare. He was still too young to lead the weather crew but his future was more than promising.

Storm got his mark when he was very young as his uncle, who had been training him, was part of the weather team. 

I watched Storm’s face as he observed his magnificent storm as other ponies chattered energetically, seemingly oblivious.

I loved to see that look of pure delight lighting up his face. It reminded me of how I loved my nights and the moon.

‘Hello Luna, Storm!’ Meadow, the pony who was organising the party for Hearts and Hooves day called suddenly.

‘Hello?’ Storm replied, dragging his attention from his storm.

‘Would you like to come to my party on Hearts and Hooves day?’ she asked. 

‘Why are you asking him?’ another filly said. ‘I imagine he’ll be going with Princess Luna. They do everything together.’

Meadow looked disappointed for a moment, but remained hopeful.

Storm and I looked at one another quizzically.

‘You don’t have to if you don’t want, but it’s going to be at my house,’ she said, an envelope floating our way. She dropped it on the table in front of us.

‘Um, thank you,’ Storm replied.

‘That’s alright,’ Meadow giggled and continued conversing with her friends.

Storm shrugged. ‘Well, that was a little strange, but we should probably go.’

‘I don’t know…’ I mumbled. ‘Are you sure I’m invited?’

‘Well, I’m inviting you!’ he said.

‘But… we never get invited to anything,’ I mused.

‘It’s true...’

‘You know,I think that they think that we’re… you know, together,’ I said with a giggle.

‘You mean… in love?’ he enquired, lowering his voice considerably.

I nodded.

We both chuckled at the idea.

‘We’re just friends,’ he said.

‘Good friends,’ I agreed with a playful nudge.


Lessons became gradually less intense as Hearts and Hooves day grew ever nearer. Before we knew it that fateful day would arrive where everything changed...

It was the day before Hearts and Hooves day and the very pony who represented the occasion was invited to our school for a visit.

Everypony was excited to meet her- Heart’s Desire her name was. As soon as she stepped hoof into the room everypony gazed at her in awe. She was one of the most beautiful pegasus ponies I’d ever seen and I could understand why so many chose to aspire to her. 

Her coat was a subtle shade of pink and her mane was a glossy deep red. I, for some reason, had always imagined her to be quite a confident, self-assured pony, but I was shocked to learn that she was indeed the very opposite.

She spoke gently to us about how Hearts and Hooves day came to be. She had brought ponies together from all across Equestria and shared her wisdom. She was born into war and disarray and had later helped to spread love and harmony throughout the land. She and Star Swirl the Bearded had created a powerful magic together and were partly responsible for the ending of the wars.

Heart’s Desire also appeared to be quite fond of animals and spoke of how they were one of the main reasons we existed. 

What happened next astounded and amazed the entire class. Heart’s Desire stepped out of the room for a moment and when she entered once more she was accompanied by the most beautiful bird we’d ever seen. Its feathers blazed and its eyes were piercing.

‘This is my assistant, his name is Flame,’ she said quietly. 

‘Good heavens!’ Mrs Apple exclaimed. ‘I’ve never seen such a bird!’ 

Heart’s Desire smiled. ‘Oh, Flame is a Phoenix- a rare and unique bird I rescued from the edge of the Everfree Forest. A few days after rescuing Flame, however, he vanished,’ she explained. ‘I didn’t see him again for several years, not until the war broke out. Flame saved my life and later would help assist Starswirl the Bearded and myself with a powerful magic.’

Everypony watched in awe as the magnificent bird spread its wings and soared elegantly across the room. 

‘You see, Flame isn’t like any other bird,’ Heart’s Desire explained softly. ‘Every so often a Phoenix must renew itself and will burst into flames. Then he’s reborn from the ashes.’

Nopony knew what to say. Even Mrs Apple was left speechless.

I was astonished. One day I hoped to be just as inspirational and lovely as her… But there would only be one of her…

‘Does anypony have any questions?’ Heart’s Desire asked finally as Flame landed delicately on her hoof.

Everypony was still speechless. We’d all heard stories about Hearts and Hooves day, though no one told it quite like she, but we’d never seen or heard of such a magnificent bird.

‘No? Well, that’s alright,’ she said understandingly. ‘I hope that much love and harmony is spread on this Hearts and Hooves day. It’s also a time when many young ponies join together.’

There were a few girlish giggles around the room.

‘It’s been simply wonderful to meet you all; you’re a very well-mannered class. I hope to see you all again soon,’ she said before saying her goodbyes.

> Chapter Eight- Reflection
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   After that night I raised the moon every night as a symbol of Storm and my love. Other ponies were excited at first and called it the night sun, but they soon grew bored of it and eventually the excitement dwindled.
Storm and I graduated from Advanced Magic School and this was when the troubles began.


It was a cold, overcast night and I was awoken by my sister’s panicked voice in the other room. I sat up and listened. All I could hear was muffled voices.

I climbed out of bed and headed for the door, pulling it open just a little.

‘What happened to you?’ I heard Celestia ask shakily.

‘It’s alright,’ my father responded. His breath was laboured- he sounded exhausted- maybe even injured!

‘Sweetheart, you should lie yourself down,’ I heard mother say gently.

‘No, I’m fine,’ father said. 

‘But what happened?’ Celestia asked again.

‘It was… the Defenders. They’re turning against us.’

‘But why?’ Mother asked calmly.

‘Apparently… ponies are now questioning our ability to rule,’ he replied. ‘Ponies are working harder than ever but business is not good. Ponies are severely questioning our faith.’

‘But that’s why we have the Book of Ages!’ Celestia exclaimed.

‘Celestia, ponies have changed throughout the time. The true meaning of our faith has been misinterpreted too many times now. Many ponies no longer agree with us despite our position- they are growing ever bitter.’

I had now exited my room and was at the edge of the doorway watching my family intently as they stood solemnly in the centre of the room.

I watched my sister’s face contort in an instant. ‘Oh I know what the problem is. It’s Luna!’

Mother and father turned to face Celestia.

‘Ponies are angry because they know that we’re not pulling together as a family and behaving appropriately. It is our duty as royalty!’

‘My dear,’ mother began reaching out for my sister’s hoof. She pulled away.

‘My sister is shirking her royal duties. She has finished her studies and has been allowed to run amok! Whilst we are here working our hooves to the bone! And now father has been hurt because of her!’

‘Now Celestia,’ father began, ‘what happened to me today is not your sister’s fault.’

‘Perhaps not directly’-

‘It is neither of your faults’,’ mother said. ‘Things are beginning to change. But you are right, this is our time to pull together. We are the ones to teach ponies about the truth in our faith. We must help Luna to understand the importance of this.

‘Luna does not care about the future of our kingdom! She wishes to spend all her time with her friend Storm,’ Celestia replied bitterly. 

‘Luna has her place, my dear,’ mother told her. ‘You are to fulfil the prophecy. You and your sister must work together to teach ponies about the Book of Ages- our faith and it’s true meaning. You cannot effectively do this alone.’

‘Luna is’-

Father interrupted. ‘She has a lot to teach herself. Do not try to change her.’

I could feel my sister’s fury. It frightened me.

‘Father! Our kingdom is falling to ruins, do not pretend otherwise! In reality what could my sister possibly do that could be any use to this kingdom? She is weak because she has refused to learn and cannot be taught! It is up to me and me alone. I shall succeed. “The determination of a single pony is all the strength of ten”!’ 

I watched my sister raise off the ground, her anger ceasing her entire body. The sound of her hooves as they met with the floor in a sickening thud pierced through me. My heart stopped dead for a moment.

‘Storm Sweeper must be stopped,’ Celestia muttered.

‘No,’ my father said, holding a hoof out in from of my sister sternly. ‘You are not to go hurting innocent ponies. That is not the way of our faith.’

‘She must learn! Luna must sacrifice as must we all to save this kingdom!’
My parents exchanged a fearful glance that shook me to the core. They were wrong! Storm was innocent! And so was I…

I still remember the feeling of the blood rushing in my head and how my heart thumped violently in my chest. I was afraid, I was angered, I was hurt…  In a split second my mind was made up. I could no longer stay here. 

That night, selfishly, I fled from my home and took to the sky. Tears burned my eyes as I burst through the clouds, not looking back for one second. At that moment I felt as though I would never again return… I was wrong.

There were many times after that where I regretted leaving my parents behind the way I did. I never even got to say goodbye… Many nights I would lie awake wanting more than anything to speak with my parents once again just to tell them how much I missed them and that I loved them. My pride would get the better of me, however. I could not return. 

The years passed by and Storm and I grew ever stronger. We lived in Cloudsdale together after I fled from my home that fateful night. Life was not easy- the kingdom down below and Cloudsdale were now completely separate from one another, there was no communication between the two communities but it was peaceful here. Storm led the weather team as he’d always dreamed and I enjoyed teaching the young pegasi about the night. The ponies of Cloudsdale were pleased to have me there and I momentarily forgot all about my troubles back with my family. 

Storm and I were married a few years before I left Cloudsdale for good. I was selfish enough not to inform my family, but at the time I was so in love I didn’t wish for there to be any obstacles. The kingdom below was no longer my concern.

It was a beautiful sunny day in June and the pegasi had cleared the sky just for us…

‘Are you nervous?’ Summer Breeze (my best friend who I’d asked to be mare of honour) asked, sweeping my mane from my eyes.

I shook my head. ‘No, why should I be nervous? I’ve dreamed of this day for so long now.’

Summer smiled. ‘You shall make a wonderful bride.’

I returned the smile and turned to face the mirror. For a moment I saw my mother staring back at me, a look of pain flashed across her eyes. The pain was mine, but I couldn’t feel it. All I could feel was love. Love was stronger; Heart’s Desire had taught me that.

I sat silently as Summer styled my mane delicately. She was an exceptional artist and I was proud to have her as a friend.

It wasn’t long before I was standing before my future husband, surrounded by our dear friends. I had a fleeting thought of my family, but still all I felt was love. Even when the thought of my sister’s vengeful presence entered my mind it was quickly pushed away. 

Storm reached for my hoof. I knew that he could sense what was going on in my mind. He probably felt the effects greater than I. I reassured him with a smile. Everything would be fine.


All was well for me, that is, until that one day when my world came crashing down.
> Chapter Nine- The Day of the Storm
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   I was alone in our home in the clouds, clearing up after breakfast. Such a beautiful home we’d made here; I was determined to keep it well. Storm and the weather team had scheduled a thunder storm for that afternoon and would be out for the whole day. I had no work that day so I just focused on the house work.

The day started off well, I was on schedule, but all that changed with a single knock at the door. 

I was in the kitchen when it happened. The sky had darkened, which was to be expected; this storm was set to be the most spectacular storm we’d had in a long time. I smiled when I thought of my husband. He loved his job so which made me happy.

At times, however, I wondered what my destiny was. It was to be shared with him, of course.

When I heard the knock at the door I saw to it immediately. I wasn’t expecting anyone that day, but things had a way of surprising you when you least expected. I opened it to find two ponies I didn’t recognise. One of them had a thick dark blue mane and the other was short and lanky.

‘Hello? May I help you?’ I inquired politely.

‘Princess, may we come in for a moment?’ the blue maned pony asked.

It was an odd request, but they appeared to be Sky Wardens so I obliged.

I led them into the lounge and sat with them, anxious to hear what they had to say to me.

‘Princess,’ the short pony began.

‘Please, call me Luna.’

‘Well, Luna… I’m afraid there’s some… bad news.’

‘Bad news?’ I questioned.

‘Yes,’ the other pony continued. ‘It’s about the kingdom below… and your husband… Storm.’

‘Oh no!’ I groaned. ‘Has he hurt his wing AGAIN?! This is the third time this month!’

‘I’m… afraid it’s more serious than that,’ the short pony said.

‘What?’

‘Princess, I don’t know how to tell you this, but… the kingdom below has been in a terrible way for a few years now. War has apparently broken out. We were able to live the way we have for as long as we have through sheer luck, but… now we have no choice but to intervene. It is a world war.’

‘War?’ My heart stopped dead. I could not picture it. ‘There must be some mistake.’

‘I’m afraid there is no mistake, Princess,’ the blue maned pony said calmly. ‘Your… husband was killed in an attack. There was no way it could have been prevented.’

My body ceased up and I felt my blood run cold. Killed. Storm? I couldn’t process it…  ‘Where is Storm?’ I asked, praying I’d misheard.

‘I…I’m sorry,’ the short pony replied, genuinely saddened by the turn of events.
‘No…’ I responded. ‘No…no, no, no, no! NO! NO!!!’ 


I opened my eyes and saw a familiar face… She was beautiful just as I’d remembered her. My first instinct was to wrap my arms around her. She froze in my embrace. But I loved her. I had missed her. My wings felt as though they were on fire, but I didn’t care.

‘I never thought you’d be so selfish,’ she said, emotionless.

I pulled away. ‘I…’

‘You abandoned us in our time of need. And worst of all, you abandoned your subjects!’

Words failed me as I stared up at my elder sister. Her eyes were cold and lifeless. She wasn’t the pony I remembered. She had changed somehow…

‘W…what happened?’ I asked.

‘Oh come now! Let us not pretend you know nothing of how exactly our kingdom came to be in such ruin.’

‘How am I supposed to know anything?’

‘You’re supposed to be a princess! You were supposed to protect your subjects! You should know what is happening at all times!’

I was silent.

‘Our kingdom is broken and it’s too late for us now.’

‘Too late?’ I questioned sceptically.

‘You have no idea have you!’ Celestia cried, exasperated. ‘There is nothing left of our once peaceful home.’

‘What?’ I gasped, looking around myself.

Celestia took me silently to the window. My eyes widened. I felt sick to my stomach when my eyes met with the destruction that lay in front of me. It pained me to see the state of this once peaceful land. Tears formed in my eyes threatening to overflow. Trees were blackened and lifeless, homes were destroyed- burnt to the ground, the lifeless bodies of ponies were scattered about the land. Everything I’d ever loved here was gone.

‘This is the only room we were able to protect. Everything and everyone else did not stand a chance.’

‘Where’s mother and father?’ I asked.

‘Attempting to keep the peace,’ Celestia responded, a pained look in her eyes.

‘I… I had no idea…’ I shook my head.

‘That’s just the problem. You never had any idea! Do you think this just happened overnight?’ 

I didn’t reply.

‘Do you really think it’s possible for things to escalate this quickly?!’

‘I… I don’t know…’

‘Oh think about it, Luna! Things have been deteriorating for a long time now. The destruction that surrounds us has been around us all along. We were blinded by what we wanted to see…’

‘You should have seen our parents’ faces when they realised you’d gone! You hurt them! You hurt me!’

‘I’m sorry,’ I mumbled.

‘Sorry is NOT enough!’ Celestia stormed.

I saw the rage in my sister’s eyes. The scene almost mirrored that of all those years ago. That look in her eyes it still frightened me. 

‘You have no idea what we’ve been through here! After you abandoned us we did not want to see your face again… We did not want to be reminded of your betrayal… yet here you are.’

‘I did not exactly choose to come back here,’ I replied thoughtlessly.

‘You haven’t changed… You’re just as selfish as ever… YOU ARE THE REASON THIS WAR BROKE OUT AND FOR THAT I CANNOT FORGIVE YOU!’

I winced as my sister’s hoof hit the floor with such a force I could feel it.

‘You never wanted me in your life even when I was around!’ I retorted. ‘YOU turned your back on ME!’ 

‘It’s all about YOU isn’t it?! I can’t believe you’re my sister… After what you’ve done… I HATE YOU.’

These words cut deeper than I realised. 

Suddenly Celestia’s horn began to glow in her rage. I was afraid. I’d never seen her so angered. What would she do to me?

‘You don’t belong here…’

‘I… I really am sorry…’ I sighed, defeated.

Celestia calmed herself and with a sigh collapsed to the floor. ‘Why? … Why did you leave us?!’ 

The sincerity of her question rendered me speechless. All rage in her voice dissipated in an instant and was replaced with an overwhelming sadness she could no longer contain. 

I watched my elder sister and saw a tear escape and slide silently down her cheek. She was not emotionless. She was hurt. I’d hurt her… so very dearly. I’d hurt everpony… And I was ashamed.

‘I… I’m so sorry,’ I whispered, lying beside her. 

Celestia said nothing.

‘I’ve made a terrible mistake…’ I murmured. ‘I do not know if I shall ever make it up to you all. But I shall try from now on.’

Celestia was silent still. I couldn’t blame her.

‘How did I get here? I was in Cloudsdale…’ I asked finally.

‘Father found you and brought you here yesterday,’ she told me. ‘You were wounded quite badly; you’re lucky he found you.’

I agreed. I wasn’t sure I deserved it, though.

‘I assume Cloudsdale is now affected too?’

I nodded weakly. My stomach churned when I thought of Storm and what I’d been told just the day before. He was gone and I would never see him again. My selfishness had killed him. I was responsible for his death.

‘What of your friend, Storm Sweeper?’ Celestia asked awkwardly.

‘He… he’s dead’.

The ice in my sister’s cold glare seemed to melt and her eyes softened again.

‘I’m… sorry,’ she replied.

I no longer wished to be so blinkered, but I could not deny my pain for the loss of my beloved husband; my best friend. It was selfish, I knew it, but I could not help it.

My sister composed herself once more and rose to her hooves. ‘I must go,’ she said. ‘Do not leave this room; you must rest until you are strong.’

With that she left me alone. I could not bring myself to look out the window once more for the longest time. The destruction and pain was too much for me to bear. But I knew that it was my responsibility. I’d promised my parents that I’d be a good princess… I’d lied to them and now they were suffering. Even if my sister had been unkind to me, my parents had showed me nothing but love and I had abandoned them.

As darkness fell upon the land I forced myself to look upon what I had caused. My selfishness had done this…

I looked to the empty sky. I always rose the moon, but not tonight…  Everything was dead…


I slept, I ate, I slept some more. I wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed me by; it felt like an eternity but 
according to my sister only a day had passed.

I knew I was supposed to stay put, but there were ponies out there hurting because of me. I reached that point when I knew I had to leave. I had to find a way to stop this madness…


I raced through what was once the village, seeing no sign of life. The weather was changing and growing ever colder. I was unsure of how much trouble Cloudsdale was in at this point. I had friends there who would need my protection, but if they were attacking my home I would have no choice but to defend it.

Tears still stung my eyes as I galloped through dead grass and ash. The smell of destruction was as bitter as the appearance. Things would never be the same again, of this I was certain.

On I galloped; I needed to know, did the watch tower still exist. I knew I was close by, but the land was barely recognisable. 

Suddenly I spotted another pony in the distance. My first reaction was to call to the other pony. As I drew nearer I recognised the pony somehow…
> Chapter Ten- Crystal Rose
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

   ‘Miss!’ I called.

The other pony recoiled in defence. 

‘It is alright,’ I assured her, ‘I mean you no harm. It is I, Princess Luna…’

‘P-Princess Luna?’

I nodded calmly. ‘I realise I have been away for far too long. For this I apologise most sincerely… for everything you may have lost…’

The other pony did not reply but instead stared at me intently. She seemed to recognise me… and I her…

‘It’s been a long time,’ I said slowly.

‘I know…’

‘You were the unicorn who smiled at me at my coronation ball!’ I said, almost accusingly.

The unicorn smiled. ‘You are correct.’

‘The one kind face amongst a sea of criticism…’

‘I watched you for a long time; you were different than the others. I recognised something in you that others did not… But what happened?’

My head dropped in shame. What had happened? That was a very good question. Somehow I had lost sight of all that was important.

‘What of your friend Storm Sweeper?’ The unicorn asked.

‘He… he’s dead,’ I replied, ice crawling through my veins again, threatening to freeze my throbbing heart.

The unicorn nodded understandingly. ‘I’m sorry. Many wonderful ponies have been lost to this terrible war.’

‘I know,’ I replied. ‘I had no idea… and I should have…’

‘Don’t be so hard on yourself, Princess, this war has been threatening us before you were even born. You are young.’

I shook my head. ‘Not anymore. I must do what is right.’

The unicorn noticed my battered wings. ‘Princess, you are injured…’

‘It does not matter,’ I replied quickly.

‘Do you know where you are going?’

‘Not really. But I must do something!’

‘Then I shall come with you.’

‘No!’ I insisted. ‘I do not even know where I am going! I do not wish to have any more ponies harmed at my expense.’

The unicorn shook her head lightly. ‘Princess, I would usually respect the wishes of a Princess, such as yourself, but in this case I must insist. I have always had faith in you, ever since I first saw you! I will not allow you to go alone when you have been away for so long. It is my duty to protect this kingdom by accompanying you as it is yours!’

I was taken aback by the insistence of this pony. No pony had ever stood up to me this way before… but she was right. I no longer knew my way around this kingdom. It had been too long.

‘Very well,’ I agreed. 

The unicorn smiled. ‘My name is Crystal Rose.’

‘You’re not like the other unicorns,’ I blurted unthinkingly. ‘Oh…I apologise… That was most rude of me to'-

‘No, you are quite right,’ Crystal replied. ‘Most unicorns nowadays allow vanity to rule their lives. It has led to their demise in most cases, I am saddened to say.’

‘Is there any hope?’ 

I likely seemed quite pitiful at this point as Crystal Rose turned away for a moment to compose herself. 

‘It is the bloodiest war this land has ever known,’ she said.

‘Even before my mother and father?’

‘I am not completely sure, but it is certainly worse than any of us could have anticipated.’

‘What about Starswirl the Bearded?’ I questioned. ‘Did he not prophesise this?’

She nodded grimly. ‘It has been prophesised all along, Princess. Your mother and father’s reign, we hoped, would prevent it… But alas, it was not to be.’

Anger welled up inside of me. ‘If I had only been here!’ 

Crystal Rose placed a hoof on mine. ‘You are here now and you must inform us of what you know about Cloudsdale.’

‘You plan to attack?’

‘Please believe me when I say that I would not fight should I have the choice… But I see no other way.’

‘There is always a way!’ I exclaimed.

Crystal nodded calmly.

‘I… I am sorry… It is just so much to take in…’

Suddenly from out of the sky burst a blue pegasus. 

Crystal grabbed my hoof and bolted into the blackened trees. No sooner had our bodies hit the dry soil the ground we had once stood upon was engulfed in flames, furious and unstoppable.

I lay on the ground gasping for air, horrified by what I just experienced.

‘You see why we must fight,’ Crystal finally spoke.

I nodded and slowly got to my hooves feeling defeated. Night was almost upon us and I was losing hope.

‘Princess…’ Crystal began. I pulled away. This was almost too much to bear. We were losing everything and there was no way of stopping it!

‘Please,’ I murmured, ‘find some form of shelter, I shall be back soon.’

‘Are you sure?’

I nodded. ‘I… Today’s been… hard… I need some time alone.’

Cyrstal nodded. ‘Be careful,’ she mouthed just before she disappeared into the trees.

I was at a loss. My sister was right, this was worse than I could ever have anticipated. She would be so angry when she found I was gone… Just another selfish act…

As the land grew ever darker I began to think. I had seen no signs. Perhaps I was indeed too young, but surely somepony knew… Did my parents know? I wondered. If they could not prevent this there was surely nothing I could do. Even Celestia, who had never once turned away from her responsibilities, could not overcome this war.

We may have been sisters but we were so different… Though I remembered a time where we were inseparable…

  We sauntered through the long grass; the sun on our backs.
‘Can’t catch me, Luna!’ Celestia giggled.
‘I can!’ I’d called after her.
‘Well hurry up then, slow coach!’
‘I am not slow!’
‘Oh Luna! I’-
Suddenly my sister flew into the air and landed in a heap in the grass.
‘Celest!’ I called anxiously, running as fast as I could to get to her.
‘Ow…’
‘Are you alright?’
Celestia didn’t reply.
‘Poor Celest…’ I’d cooed, mimicking mother.
‘I’m fine!’ Celestia responded. ‘And it’s “Celest-ia!” Not “Celest”…’
‘Celest! That’s what I said!’
‘Cel-est-IA!’
‘Cel-est-eer!”
Celestia chuckled lying back in the grass. ‘Alright, I guess that is close enough!’
I lay with her, satisfied.
‘You know, Luna, we are going to rule together when we’re older… We will make the best team ever!’
I nodded quickly.
‘We will hold balls every week and everypony will be invited!’ Celestia enthused.
‘Even Mr Knut?’ 
‘Luna! He isn’t fancy enough!’
‘Why?’
‘I don’t know… but ponies always say that only fancy ponies can come to the palace.’
‘But I like Mr Knut,’ I’d insisted.
‘I do also,’ Celestia admitted. ‘Maybe he could come…’
I smiled.
‘No matter what, little sister, we will always be together!’
I wrapped my arms around her. ‘I love you Celest!’
Celestia shook her head and chuckled. ‘I love you too, Luna.’

‘Princess?’ I heard Crystal call to me. ‘It is safer if you shelter with me for the night. Many attacks happen during the night.’

I snapped back to reality and saw the purple maned unicorn staring back at me with a concerned expression.

‘Oh… of course,’ I replied and silently followed her into the blackened trees.

‘Do you see now why we must fight to survive?’ Crystal said gently as we made our way through the darkness with only our horns to guide us.

I nodded. ‘I understand… But if we fight, they will fight and we shall be forever fighting. There has to be another way!’

She turned to me and I thought I saw a flicker of hope in the unicorn’s eyes, but it quickly diminished.

‘I hear what you are saying, Princess’-

‘Please, call me Luna,’ I interrupted.

‘Very well, Luna. I hear what you are saying and it is a valuable point, but we shall not survive if we do not fight.’

I nodded thoughtfully. I understood now. My sister was good at leading and being what one would expect of a princess, but I was good at being different. It was now my time to prove that a different approach would not necessarily be the wrong approach…

‘I see,’ I said. ‘But will you support me if I say that I wish to find another way?’

Crystal was surprised by my response, but she nodded slowly.

‘We shall not fight, we shall avoid,’ I told her. ‘Only temporarily, however! I am not saying that running away is the solution.’

When we reached a small cave Crystal Rose turned to me. I thought I saw a tear in her eye, but before I could question it she pulled me into a tight embrace.

‘You have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this…’ she murmured in between silent sobs.

I laid my head on her shoulder. ‘I am so sorry. I am only one pony, but I promise, from now on I will only do what is best for this kingdom. I shall do whatever it takes to find peace once again.’

Crystal pulled away and smiled at me. ‘I believe in you, Luna.’


Remembering this still pains me. I’ve learned to forgive the way I’ve been forgiven, but I shall not forget…