The Life and Story of Princess Luna

by megabyte97

First published

Dear diary. My name is Luna, and although you wouldn't know by looking at me I was once a human. The reason I write this is so that I never forget the mistakes of my past life, and so that the 'Equestrians' do not make the mistakes humankind has.

My second try are writing so any advice is appreciated. Timeline is before hearths warming eve when the three tribes were divided. Up until the season one opening (probably, nothing is set in stone yet). The inspiration behind this story is a question I asked myself one sleepless night: Why is it so many of us can relate to Princess Luna? This story was my answer.

My name is Luna, and I am writing this so I never forget.

For anypony reading this, if this is not just a string of random letters to you, and you actually understand this then congratulations you are reading English. The language a group of sentient beings called humans use. You might be wondering how I know this. The answer is simple.

This is not my first life. In my previous life I was a proud member of the human race.

I do not mourn the life I lost, but I shall not forget it. For, there is no reason why two species should make the same mistakes (or maybe there is a point, after all I can not see the future).

I am ranting aren't I? Well to sum it up nice and neat I am writing this diary to organize my thoughts, and to help me make difficult decisions.

By all means read along if you'd like, I don't mind. After all, I know you can't stop me.

First Entry

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Dear Diary,

This is the first entry of Luna's journal. Well I say journal but it is probably going to be a collection of scrolls.

Anyways, in case I ever forget (which is possible; for everyday these memories seem blurrier) I need to write several things about myself.

One, I was not always a pony. Two, this is not my first life. Three, in my first life I was part of a race called humans.

The race of humanity, the most technologically advanced race I have ever seen. Now nothing but a memory. Although this is fact I will put the knowledge my past race found to good use. No point in having two races make the same mistake after all.

Oh don't give me that journal. No one could possibly read this. You see even though both humans and equestrians (the race I have become a part of, a pegasus to be more precise (I have a blue coat and a black mane, my favorite colors!)) use the same symbols for their written language they mean different things. For example the word 'wood' is actually 'qyyx' in equestrian.

Strange right? You wouldn't believe how hard it was to comprehend that 'Qyyx rh v wuhynzhu nhux py bvju fvfuw.' translates to 'Wood is a resource used to make paper.'. Foreign language was never my strong suit, but since this is my 'birth language' I suppose I should make an effort to learn it.

Next topic on my list. This might be a bombshell later on, but the next topic is my family.

There are three members of my family including myself... Well four but the last member isn't a pony. The first I will write about is my Father. Many ponies know him by the title of Commander Hurricane, 'the toughest and most brutal pegasus to ever fly the sky' (not to mention the most thickheaded sometimes). He has so many scars now-a-days that you can no longer see his cutie mark, or what color his fur used to be on his sides. My father believes that a good offense is the best defense, and tries to prove this through sparing matches every week. Although he wins every time I know I shall beat him eventually. The reason I know this? An old quote I used to love reciting: 'Beating the crap out of someone is easy. It's keeping yourself from getting the crap beaten out of that's hard.', or something to that extent. I forget who made that quote, but I learned it while in the military back in my past life.

Anyways I am getting off topic so on to the next and last member of my family besides myself.

The last member of our family is my sister Celestia. Tia's a unicorn and a very powerful one at that. She is the brightest unicorn out of the entire tribe, and I know this for a fact (the only evidence I should need to support this claim is that she has passed three 'impossible' tests, and she's only fifteen!)... Remember how I wrote there were technically four members in our family? The last member of our family is a pheonix... Her name is Philomena and my sister hatched her from a petrified egg... The teachers need to find another test to replace that one. Anyways back on topic my sister solves problems in ways others don't even think about, although I am guilty of solving a problem or two for her... Yeah, apparently the tribes didn't know about friction (I was tempted to tell Celestia 'Welcome to the Girl Scouts' when she made fire with two sticks and a levitation spell). Anyways she is a little taller then me, has a snow white coat, a pink mane, and she weighs next to nothing. I should know I have given her a hawk-eye view on more then one occasion.

Many ponies say I shouldn't play with her or have anything to do with her all because she is a unicorn. Father looks after her but I see the way he glares at her when he thinks no one is watching. It is so stupid how divided the tribes are, and how apparently my sister is an enemy just because she is a unicorn and not a pegasus. We can't even go to the same school because the pegasus school is a cloud, and the unicorn school has a spell on it to prevent anyone who isn't a unicorn from entering. Although that may not be a problem in the future; for my sister is working on a spell that will allow her to walk on clouds. Once she has completed and perfected it I am going to pull some strings to see if I can get her into the pegasus school, at least for a day (although I don't have high hopes for this seeing as this tribe war has been going on for several generations at least).

Despite what everyone says I love my sister, and I'll clobber anyone who hurts her. Take last week for example, Tia and I were playing around in a field with a few other ponies. We were having a great time playing tag when I look over and there was this colt with a white coat and a blue mane who was trying to pick a fight with Tia over something stupid (I believe he dropped his lunch, and he tried to frame her to see if he could get a free one... or maybe something from Celestia these were teenagers after all.) anyways I walked up to him as he towered over her fluffed up my wings to make myself look bigger (since I had to look up at him and I can't let him have all the intimidation factors) and told him to shove off.

The colt (like any 'dominant male') proceeded to become offended and thus uses a levitation spell to throw me.

Into the air...

I don't know what he was thinking, but if I was going up against another pegasus I wouldn't throw them into the air where we have all the advantages, I would have slammed them into the ground. Since the colt didn't have a brain however, I proceeded to teach him a lesson by dive bombing his face. His head was introduced to the ground about a half second later and I went to work turning his face black and blue. Hey I might not win a fight with dad, but against a colt with little if not any combat training I win hands down. Not to mention he didn't see me until I was already acquainting his face with the ground.

After about two minutes a mare came to the colt's rescue, and then scolded me! I tried to explain to her what I saw, but she cut me off! Eventually Tia came to my rescue and told the mare it was all a big misunderstanding. I had to apologize and the mare went home with me so that I told my dad the truth about what happened. All in all I got off pretty dam light considering I gave the colt a black eye and several bruises all over his face.

Anyways Tia is looking over my shoulder now asking what I'm doing, so I think this is a good place to end my first entry.

Entry Tw-

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Dear Diary,

It's been about three days since I made my first entry, and several things have happened.

For one I created a new game. Well more like I combined two different games and made something new, but I made two new friends while creating it (and they're pretty cool). The first new friend I made is a unicorn named Sombra. He has a grey coat and a black mane, he is about ten years older then me and Tia, he towers over both of us by a good six inches at least, and to top it all off he is very powerful and creative (I'm not sure who is more clever Sombra or Celestia).

Anyways he came up to Tia and me yesterday when I was putting the final touches on the rules. When Tia explained what I wanted to do he asked if there was a way he could help. Now before I say how he helped I guess I should explain how my game worked. The game I created was a combination of Quidditch from the Harry Potter series (without the snitch of course), and soccer. There are three balls, the broadball which is basically the ball you need to get into one of the three goals, and the two shockers, these little stinkers stun you temporarily if they touch your exposed pelt. Sombra came up with the idea of using wooden horseshoes to negate the shock so the game officially has beaters.

One moment my si-

"Tia!", I yelled turning around as the scroll flew away, "Give me that! It's mine!"

"Not yet, Father wants to talk to you." Celestia told me in a bored voice, holding the scroll just out of reach with her magic. The scroll light up a little in the evening sunlight.

"What about?", I asked the frustration I felt apparent in my voice.

"Something about a new simulation. I don't know.", She snorts at me in an exasperated voice, "All I know is that he wants you at the training cloud ten minutes ago, and you're not allowed near a scroll until you meet up with him."

I mentally swore at that, "I am going to level that cloud one of these days."

Tia laughed at my comment, then in a voice dripping with sarcasm said, "I am sure you will little filly, right after we find a unicorn that is strong enough to move the sun and the moon by themselves."

"...Tia why are you in such a bad mood?"

My sister pauses at that then tells me with a spite filled voice, "Because Sombra's a Plothole."

I raise an eyebrow at this, but before I could press it further Tia makes my journal vanish...

She made my journal vanish.

"Tia! What did you do?!?", I screamed my eyes moistening much to my chagrin.

"I teleported it to a secret location.", she said nonchalantly although the tips of her lips were twitching.

My eyes widened as I froze. Teleportation was a very advanced magic, and the few times I've seen it the item teleported was scorched beyond recognition. Tia told me that she was working on an extension of it so that it takes the heat out of the casting, but if she already finished it not only is my journal ok but this was a new record for improving a spell!

"You finished the improvement in two weeks!?", I exclaimed a grin trying to split my muzzle in half.

"No.", At this my grin evolved into a frown then a scowl at what came next, "Apparently I 'helped' Sombra find this. He filed the improvement with the headmaster this morning before school was in session. I told you he was sniffing around my scrolls."

(Note to self: kick Sombra's ass next time I see him.)

"Anyways you need to get going. Dad would be furious if he saw you talking to me instead of hightailing it to the cloud."

My eyes shrunk and my wings expanded when I realized she was right, "Buck!"

With my sister staring at me with wide eyes I rocketed off to meet up with Dad.

"Took you long enough", Those were the first words out of my father's mouth as I staggered into the Training Cloud. His eyes cold and his voice flat. "I told your sister to have you get here twenty minutes ago not thirty minutes later."

I cringed at this and looked around still slightly panting. As usual I couldn't recognize the training room. It looked like an abandoned village falling into disrepair, or maybe a town that was just attacked by griffins (although knowing my father it's most likely the second option).

"Alright we'll talk punishment later. Right now the simulation today is a post-fight town. The enemy is Griffins (called it), and you have to meet up with your squad at the other side for medical attention. You can't fly because one of those chickens hit your wing with a spear."

"Gear?", I asked as I tried to analyze the situation.

"You lost everything but your dagger, and a map of the area. Your team is leaving in two hours with or without you."

"Resistance?"

"Stragglers are hiding throughout the village. They are violent and a few clean-up squads have gone dark after encounters, so expect them armed."

"Understood.", As all of this took place Dad gave me a six inch dagger and a map of the area.

I glanced at the map as Dad paced back and fourth. Once I was done he asked me one thing his eyes loosing a little bit of their cold.

"Which wing?"

"Surprise me."

A moment later I felt a slight prick in my right wing followed by nothing. Looking over my wing was still there folded against my body I just couldn't move it. The one thing about Dad's training is that he makes the simulation as realistic as possible without causing pain before it starts. He's not above numbing a part of your body so you can't use it.

You win or you lose, but you never cheat (not even reflexively).

I went over the map one more time, as Dad shot off (most likely to the finish line). Once I familiarized myself with the general area I went into a crouch my ears perked waiting for the signal to start.

I shot off into the simulation as a shrill scream split the air.