Millennium of Solitude
That witch! She thinks it’s over? Dear sister, this is just beginning! Your reign is over. I will crush you under my hooves. You and your sun, your symbol of power, you can both burn to ashes. I’ll see you hanged for this! How dare you? I swear, I will bring your power to its end, sister, and night will last eternally! All of Equestria will bow before their rightful ruler, the Goddess of Night. This world is mine.
Celestia, you always did have a cruel sense of humor. Banishment to the realm I created? My place of power and authority? Everything I see is mine. You fool, the moon is my servant. I tell it when to rise and when to set, I set its phases and proclaim its patterns. I am the master of this domain!
It must be the Elements. Damn her. Despite my commands, the moon refuses to listen. I feel… empty, as though my connection to the night has shriveled and died. Is this what fear feels like? I am a Goddess; I do not feel fear, I create it. No matter. No prison can hold me for long. It’s only a matter of time, dear sister…
Pathetic. She may have severed my connection to the moon, but I still have my magic, and my wings. I’ll be back on Equestria in days, even if I have to fly the entire way.
Defeat. Though I am the mightiest flier in the cosmos, even my wings cannot beat upon vacuum. I suppose I’m fortunate that I created the moon with air at all; this might be far more uncomfortable if I couldn’t breathe. I shall find another way out of this place, no matter how long it takes me.
Ten days. Ten days. And every day, when the planet below me turns, I know that she is raising the moon. My moon. I think, when I return, I’ll send her to the sun.
My investigations have revealed the nature of my prison. My wanderings are unrestricted. I have full rein of the surface—fat lot of good it does me. My magical abilities, however, have been severely affected. I have yet to explore the full effects the Elements of Harmony may have had on me, but the simple solution of teleporting myself back to Equestria is not an option. When I reach into the magic to cast the spell, I can feel the power slipping away.
That’s fine. I always did enjoy a challenge. And this is one game I’m not going to lose.
Every spell I cast fizzles and fades before my eyes. I can’t even lift a simple rock. This… humiliation will not go unpunished. Celestia, when I return, you’re going to wish you’d killed me.
The worst is the voice. Whenever I touch the magic, I hear this… whisper. It’s so familiar.
I’m so hungry. Gods don’t need food to survive, but the gnawing in my stomach has turned into physical pain. I summoned a loaf of bread, but even as I bit into it, it dissolved into magical dust. Thwarted again.
Can’t think straight. Three weeks since last meal. So weak.
Food… need… food…
can’t do this any more. nothing to eat but dust and rocks. so hungry.
please food need food cant think cant breathe cant
No choice. Today I sank to my knees, and plunged my head into the dust. I swallowed as much as I could. It tasted vile. After the first few mouthfuls, I retched and vomited it all back up. I tried again, and this time the rocks stayed down. I wept bitterly.
I must escape. I cannot stay here. I may be immortal, but any longer in this place and I’ll go insane. Magic has failed me, and I cannot fly more than a few kilometers in the air. Perhaps the moon itself can aid me. Today I began writing my calculations in the dust. If I can work up enough velocity around the moon, its gravity can slingshot me back to Equestria. A tall order, but for a Goddess nothing is impossible.
Failure. I flew faster than any pony has ever flown, wind lashing my face like a whip. But as I flew, I felt her. Her voice, whispering in my ear, just like when I tried magic. I don’t know what she was saying, but with every wingbeat I felt drained. For hours I continued, circling the moon so fast that the stars began to blur in my vision. But Celestia has won again; I lost control and crashed to the ground. I laid there for a long time, stung with defeat. I am too tired to try again today. Too tired even to wipe away the tears.
It was the same as before, but this time…
This time I heard the words. I recognize them: Luna! Please! This is madness!
Then my own voice, echoed back:
Sister, I have suffered under you for longer than I can remember. Now is the time of the Night! All Equestria shall behold my works and rejoice in their splendor. All shall love me.
Luna, listen to yourself! Think about what you’re doing, please. Don’t force me to do this.
As if you could stop me, Celestia. I’m sick of you. I’m sick of all of you and your ignorance. My beautiful night deserves better. And I’m going to give it better.
I do what I must, sister.
You can try.
I call upon the Elements of Harmony.
STOP. STOP IT. SISTER-
Loyalty. I’m sorry, sister.
And then I fall, fall forever.
I have made no effort to escape this week. I’ve been thinking.
What if she was right? All I wanted… all I wanted was for everypony to see my creation, to know and love it as they do my sister’s. But none of them would ever look. None of them cared. They slept—slept through the starlight I so carefully crafted, the explosions of color, the sweeping tracks of the nebulae, the fiery comets, the quiet constellations winking at the silent ponies down below.
And now they’ll never see them. No one is left to care.
What have I done?
The silence is unbearable. I sang to myself, trying to stave off the loneliness. An old song, sung to foals to put them to sleep...
Hush, little filly, don’t say a word,
Mommy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird,
And if that mockingbird won’t sing…
I miss the sound of singing birds. I miss the brush of fresh air across my face. I miss real food, real voices. I have no friends to miss… just the one.
I’m sorry, sister.
Eternal night. A beautiful and terrible thing. But now I see. From my place here, on the dark side of the moon, I can look out upon my creation and see its beauty, endlessly. But though I have what I always wanted, I realize… the moon is sterile. Utterly lifeless. Without the sun, nothing exists but the dust I have come to loathe. This, then, was the fate I unknowingly wished on our wonderful world. Celestia, forgive me, I didn’t know.
Day 6…7? 8?
I no longer know how long I have been imprisoned. I haven’t had any contact with another pony for so long. Every day, I walk in circles around the lunar surface. I don’t know why. I just know that if I ever stop, if I lay down to rest, I will lose what little hope I have left.
Today I tried to talk to Celestia. When we were young, younger than any alive today remember, we would speak our thoughts to each other. So bonded were we that we could understand, even without our voices. I opened my mind as I have not for centuries, and called out to her.
Celestia? Are you there?
Please, Celestia, answer me. I need to talk to you.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Sister, I was wrong. I just wanted the people to love me like they love you, to see my works and hold them up with your own. I never meant to hurt anypony. Not even you.
I’m so lonely. Please say something. Anything. I need to hear your voice.
She didn’t answer. I don’t know if she even heard me. I don’t know if anyone’s still alive down there. This crushing isolation is the only thing I know for sure.
Today I met a new friend. I’ve decided to call him Eduard. He’s just a rock, but that’s okay. I’m glad to have someone to talk to, even though he never talks back. Just having someone to listen is nice.
I told him about the time I created the Orion nebula. It was so wonderful. I gathered all this dust together, and swirled it around and around until it glowed. I poured as much magic as I could into the little stars inside, and I could feel how right it all was. I blew a little bit of myself into it, giving it the color and beauty of my soul. It was breathtaking. I came back to Equestria, proud of my new creation.
I showed it to Celestia. She was delighted! Oh, she would always get so excited about my sky. Why, every week, she would stay up at least one night with me to look at my stars. I’d tell her about each one, and how they all got their names. But… she was the only one. None of our subjects cared much for the sky. Only my sister…
Today, Eduard and I played a game. He would pick something out, and I would have to guess what it was. He was a little predictable—he isn’t the brightest person. After I guessed “moon dust” for the fifth time, he said he was getting bored, so we started just talking again. I talked about the constellations, and told him who all of them were. The bear constellations, named after the fearsome creatures that lived in the deep caves down on Equestria, were his favorites.
I’m talking to a rock. I must be losing my mind. I have little flashes of lucidity, little realizations that I’m being foolish. But what else is there? I don’t know any more. Celestia won’t answer me, I haven’t heard the sound of a real voice in over a year. Much more of this and I’ll go insane. I need a task, I need to stay focused.
Escape. Escape. Escape. I have to get out. I have to get back. I’ll apologize, I’ll grovel, I’ll do anything she wants, I just have to get out of here.
I began testing the magical barriers again, thinking that perhaps the restrictions on my power had weakened.
I tried flying again. It’s been so long since I’ve used my wings, I could barely hover above the ground. Try again tomorrow.
Boredom is the enemy. Boredom promotes apathy. Apathy is death. I need to keep busy. I think I’ll take up art.
I’ve begun drawing in the dust with my hooves. I made a dog. It’s not very good. But at least it’s keeping my mind alert.
Today I tried a pony. The flank was misshapen and the mane was scribbled on, but it was recognizable.
Every day I get better. I can draw different ponies, now. Over there’s a Unicorn. Here’s a Pegasus. Over there, I’ve drawn up a crude weather team.
This isn’t working. I’m losing focus. And sometimes I think that rock is looking at me.
Eduard was angry with me. I haven’t been talking to him lately, he said. I told him that I’d just been trying to focus on my new hobby, and he forgave me. We looked at the stars again tonight. I told him all about Cygnus, the constellation I created in honor of an old pet I owned a few millennia ago. Eduard’s such a good friend.
I’m losing my mind.
Today I destroyed the rock. I’m not falling prey to THAT delusion again. I can’t give up hope for escape. Have to stay busy. Can’t let myself slip again. Obviously, drawing pictures in the dust isn’t going to-
Drawing in the dust. Brilliant. How could I not have seen—never mind. I’ll draw a picture of myself in the dust! A huge picture. I’ll make it so big that everypony in Equestria will be able to see it! When Celestia sees it, she’ll know that I want to return. This could take years. Good thing I’ve got all the time in the world, then.
I’ve finished the outline of the head. Tomorrow I’ll begin work on the back.
It’s been… so long… I’ve worked so hard… The horn is done. I’ve dug out miles of dust by hoof, creating a long, shallow trough in the surface. It’s going to take an unthinkably long time to dig up the rest of this. But it’s worth it.
I can’t… dig… anymore… My hooves are cracked and bleeding. Moon dust can’t fill me up. I need real food. I need somepony to talk to. I need friends. I need freedom.
I’ve put my project aside for now. I need to recover for a while. To keep myself busy, I’ve begun counting stars. I used to know exactly how many there were. I’ve long since forgotten. I lie on my back, wings folded at my side, and name them one by one. The stars… ancient magic, there.
Celestia? Can you hear me? Are you still out there?
Is anyone still out there?
I’ve explored every inch of this place. My hooves are nearly healed. I can begin working again soon.
Today I started digging out the shadow of the head. A great mountain serves as the eye to this… mare in the moon. Celestia has to recognize it sooner or later.
About halfway done with the head. I’m so glad I chose to make the moon this small. If I’d created anything close to the size of Equestria, well—this project could take centuries, instead of years.
I called out to Celestia today, over and over again. I’m certain she can’t hear me, now. Why would she ignore me? We’re sisters. We belong together, ruling our people with dignity and grace. Dignity. I have no dignity. My beautiful coat is stained black from all the dust, my hooves are constantly cracked and sore, and my throat burns like fire. Another year or two of digging, and my portrait will be complete. Celestia will free me, and everything will be like it was.
Routine helps me. I get up for a few hours every day, and I dig. Digdigdigdig. I’ve begun to sleep longer and longer every night. I’m terrified that I’m going to slip into a deep slumber and never wake up again. I need food.
I don’t know how long I was asleep. When I woke up, all the stars had moved half a season ahead. I’m losing track of time. I can’t stop digging.
Today I heard Eduard. Eduard can’t say anything. He’s dead. I killed him. But I hear his voice, all around me. He’s part of the moon now. He’s in the dust and the rocks. He’s very angry.
Even sleep is no solace now. I hear strange voices in my dreams, I see things… sometimes the ground opens up and swallows me. There’s blackness everywhere. No stars. I can’t breathe. I feel the ground pressing down on me. Then I wake up, gasping.
I haven’t dug anything in nearly four months. I have to start again. Celestia must not recognize the profile yet. Need to dig. Dig. Dig.
Years. I’ve been here for years. Time has begun to pass quickly for me. I sleep for weeks at a time, and wake for only a few hours. Gods do not feel time as mortals do.
But I am very tired of this place.
I’ve just awoken from the longest sleep yet. Fifty days have gone by without a single trough dug in the ground. The head is over halfway done. I must finish. Hundreds of miles to cover. Every time I sleep I run the risk of not waking up.
I was digging today. I nearly had a mile dug out when Eduard tripped me. He laughed at me when I fell in the dust. I just curled up and cried. He told me that I was all alone, that nopony loved me. He’s wrong. Celestia loves me. I know she does.
Why won’t she answer me?
Today was lovely. Me and Celestia took a walk through Canterlot. We had such a good time! I bought a new dress. It looks amazing, really sets off my eyes. Cele picked out this hat that looks simply marvelous. We had a good laugh at one of the royal guards when he had to stand watch outside the shop. The storekeepers tried to give everything to us for free, but Cele wouldn’t let them. She really hates it when people get all stuffy around her. I don’t mind, but Cele thinks I’m a drama queen anyway.
I’ve been unconscious for a very long time. Months, maybe. I’ve started hallucinating. I see Celestia everywhere. I can’t stop digging. The head of the mare is done. It’s such an obvious sign, Celestia has to see it by now.
She’s doing this on purpose. She always ignored me as a filly. I can’t believe I ever felt sorry about trying to take over the kingdom. She doesn’t deserve it. She’s an idiot. I hate her. I hate her so much.
I’m so sorry, Cele, I didn’t mean it. I’m just so tired. I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry
Eduard’s following me. I can’t get away from him. I thought I lost him, but then I heard him laughing at me. I tried to fly away, but my wings won’t work anymore. I crashed into the ground and tried crawling. I couldn’t lift my hooves. Eduard said things to me. Horrible things. I wish he would go away.
The stars are all wrong. I saw the summer constellations before I fell asleep. Now I’m staring straight at Orion. Unless-
I have to dig. I’m losing months at a time now.
Go away, Eduard. Go away. She does love me. She does.
It’s nearly done. The head is clearly outlined and crosshatched. I’ve been stretching out my wings this week. I’m going to fly up and take a look when I feel strong enough.
It’s beautiful. It doesn’t look like me, exactly, but it’s definitely a pony. Celestia can’t ignore this! The first thing I’m going to do when I get back is eat a cupcake. I can already feel the fresh air on my face.
I’ve been waiting for a week. Still no contact. I’m going to try talking to her again.
Celestia! Celestia! Can you hear me? Are you listening?
I’ll try again tomorrow.
Celestia? Hello? Please answer. Please.
She’s… not answering. Maybe I need to go higher. My wings are almost working right again. I’ll fly as far as I can and call her!
Cele! Please! It’s Luna! Help me!
Eduard came to me today. He told me all about Celestia. He said that she’s glad I’m gone. She gets to raise both the sun AND the moon now, he said. She never really loved me. She just wanted to have all the power herself.
He’s wrong. Cele’s not like that.
Cele? I’m scared. Please help me.
I’ve been asleep a long, long time. Over a year. Maybe two. I’m still here. Celestia isn’t going to answer me. She has to have seen the giant mare. I don’t know why she won’t talk to me. Does this have anything to do with the Elements? The Cele I know would never ignore me like this. Unless…
Unless Eduard’s right.
In ten days there will be an eclipse. I’ve studied the stars. I know it’s coming. Celestia will look up during the eclipse, see the moon, and remember me. She’ll have to see the mare. She’ll come for me and I’ll be free.
It’s happening! I can see the dark circle down on Equestria! Right over Canterlot. Soon!
Cele! It’s me! Are you listening? Cele!
I don’t need her anyway. I… I… Cele…
Stop crying, you foal.
I had a wonderful tea party today. Normally I don’t go in for that sort of thing, but Eduard convinced me. And he was right, it was delightful! I met so many of his friends. We all had such a good time talking about life on the moon.
I do feel a bit guilty about not inviting Celestia. Eduard insisted, though. He said that she wouldn’t appreciate moon tea. I thought the tea tasted like dust, but everything tastes like dust. Eduard just laughed.
I think I’m going to lie down for a while. I don’t feel very good.
I stood on grass—green, soft grass—beneath a tree. I’d forgotten what trees looked like. There were great red apples hanging from the branches. I reached up to take one, but the tree grew taller and taller. I flapped my wings and flew into the air, trying to reach the fruit. The tree soared up with me. I chased the apple up into the sky, and it stretched all the way to the moon. I crashed into the dust with the apple in my mouth. As I bit into the delicious fruit, all I tasted was dust.
I woke up sobbing.
It’s been over fourteen years. Equestria has forgotten me. Celestia is ignoring me. They all hate me.
I deserve it. I’ve never done anything to earn their love. They’re happy that I’m stuck up here, I know it. I know it.
Stop talking, Eduard. Just stop talking.
I give up. I’m going to go to sleep and never wake up. It’s the closest thing I can get to death.
Dreams of blood and dust, rocks and sand. Shadows. Can’t see. Can’t breathe. So hungry. I feel like I’ve been stabbed in the chest. Agonizing hunger. I see food everywhere but when I touch it, it dissolves. I can’t stop crying. I want Cele.
Today Cele and I visited Fillydelphia. They were having some trouble with a rampaging Ursa Major. Celestia tried to reason with the creature, but it just knocked her aside. She tried stopping it with her magic, but the Ursine are creatures of the stars. I reached out to the beast and touched its mind. It told me that it had been disturbed by a party of young colts sneaking into its cave and getting as close to it as they dared. Boys, honestly.
I calmed down the Ursa Major, and it agreed to return to its cave as long as it wasn’t disturbed again for a few years. I let Celestia take care of disciplining the young ponies responsible.
“You have a remarkable gift,” she told me when we returned to Canterlot. “I envy you, Luna. You create such beautiful things.”
“Oh, Cele,” I said. “Thanks. I just wish…” I sighed. Celestia looked at me knowingly. “I just wish that some of the others would notice. No one… no one really cares about the night.”
“Luna. Never say that. Everypony appreciates what you do for us every night. Don’t you think otherwise.” She smiled at me. “We all love you, Luna.”
I smiled shyly, blushing. “Thanks, sis.”
Tomorrow, I want to go to Cloudsdale to watch the Pegasi make the weather. I hope Celestia comes with me.
Twenty years. Twenty years alone. I sleep most of the time, now. I dream horrible things. Sometimes I try to cast spells, just to hear Cele’s voice again. I hear it whenever the magic bubbles up.
I do what I must, sister.
She betrayed me. She put me here. This is her—no! Nonononono. Forgive me, Celestia. I just want to go home.
I want to go home so badly.
I tried to kill myself today. I climbed to the mountain in the Mare’s eye. I folded up my disused wings and dived off. I hit the ground hard. I think I broke one of my legs. I haven’t moved since. The leg hurts less than my stomach.
I’m still lying here. No more pain. Just numbness.
Eduard, hello! It’s been so long since we last talked! Yes, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have worried you so. Don’t be sad, I’m okay. I’m immortal, remember? I just want to lay here a while longer.
Oh, I’d be delighted to eat lunch with you! I’m having a bit of trouble standing though. Maybe later? Sounds good to me!
The leg has healed, but I still haven’t moved. I wish Celestia would just put me out of my misery. She’s laughing it up in the palace right now, I know it. That cold-hearted bitch took everything from me.
I just want to die
I don’t want to fall asleep again. The nightmares will come back. They always come back. They always come ba
Whole generations of ponies have been born and died during my slumber. Days have turned into years. My imprisonment has neared three centuries. In my dreams, I see Celestia. I relive every moment we’ve spent together.
I hate her.
Today the impossible happened. I lifted a rock.
It seems that the Elements’ effects are fading over time. Telekinesis today, perhaps energy manipulation in a few years? If my powers are returning, then many paths to Equestria lie before me.
I can return to Celestia! We’ll be so happy to see each other again. I want to hear her voice for real. I’m going to put myself to sleep again.
Freedom is so close. I can feel it. This time it’s going to work. The Mare might have failed, but maybe Celestia didn’t realize what it was? She never was very good with the night sky. She might have just thought it was a natural phase of the moon. I’m sure there’s an explanation for not talking to me.
Celestia! I’m coming home soon, sister!
Oh, no. No. Go away. I don’t want to talk to you, Eduard. No.
Eduard keeps saying horrible things about Cele. He says she hates me. Cele could never hate me. She loves me. She loves my night. All of them do.
No they don’t. They all hate me. And Celestia hates me most of all. She wanted me gone, that’s why she used the Elements of Harmony.
I don’t believe it. It’s not true—she was just mistaken, that’s all. She didn’t know what the elements were going to do.
She knew exactly what they would do. She banished you here for all eternity.
H-here? This place? Cele… did this to me?
Eduard, stop speaking in my voice. You’re scaring me.
I sleep for decades. I have no energy left. No food, no light, no friends. Nothing. What kind of monster could do this to their own sister? I should feel angry. I should feel hurt.
I mostly feel lonely. Cele, please help me.
Today I made progress. I lifted a rock and sent it flying through the air. It must have flown at least twenty feet. My magic grows more powerful every day, even as my stomach aches and pains me.
The stars whisper to me. My connection with the night is returning with my magic. Celestia controls the moon, but eventually I will control the stars. When that day comes, everypony in Equestria will know it.
I have to sleep again soon. I hate sleeping. It’s as nightmarish as being awake, but with less control. I see strawberries in my dreams. Bright red fruits, tantalizingly close. They shrivel and die when I approach. Celestia walks beside me, like she always did. She leans in close, as if to hug me. But when I reach out, her gaze turns hard and cold, and suddenly I feel myself falling into a deep pit. When I hit the bottom, I waken to find myself here in this hellish prison.
I’m angry. Furious. Brokenhearted. Tonight was supposed to be special. All the ponies below were supposed to look up at the sky and delight in the brightest full moon I’ve raised in over a century. They were supposed to see it and love me like they do my sister. I’m tired of being ignored. It’s always the same—the Summer Sun celebration, the solstices, even the bloody time—it’s always about the sun and my dear sister. She pretends not to notice, but all the people adore her far more than me. I wouldn’t mind—I’ve played second fiddle to Celestia all my life—but this is the last straw. Tonight was my night. And not one of them is awake to see it.
Fine. Let them sleep. The moon will still be here when they wake up. In fact, the moon will always be here. We’ll see how much they care about their precious sun when it disappears forever. As for Celestia, if she’s smart, she’ll step aside.
But then, I always was the smart one.
“Luna! It’s time to lower the moon! Dawn’s nearly here. I have to raise the sun in a few minutes!” Celestia stands next to me, urgently prodding. I close my eyes and shake my head.
“No.” It’s a simple word, but she doesn’t seem to understand it.
“No? Luna, this isn’t funny. Come on, lower the moon.”
“Celestia, we’ve done this same thing for millennia. I’m tired of it.”
“Luna, wh-“ Celestia recoils, taken aback. “What are you talking about?”
“I do as much as you, sister, every day, and I’m never appreciated. You get all the praise. Don’t deny it.”
Celestia looks wounded to her heart. “Luna, I’m so sorry. I know you’re disappointed that-“
“Be quiet.” Her mouth snaps shut abruptly, and her eyes widen a little.
“Luna… what’s come over you?”
“Day is over, sister. Now it’s time for the night to reign for a while.”
“Luna, you can’t do this. We have to raise the sun.”
“We? It’s ‘we’, now? You never had trouble before, Celestia.”
Her eyes are filled with tears, now. “Luna, please. Stop this.”
“No.” I can practically hear her heart breaking. It’s too late. I’m set on my course now. I step back and fall into a charging posture. “I’m not letting you control me any more.”
“Luna,” she says sadly, “I never controlled you. I love you with all my heart. But I can’t let you do this.”
“You can’t stop me.”
And then, just as I have relived it so many times:
“Luna, this is madness!” She begs one final time.
“Sister, I have suffered under you for longer than I can remember. Now is the time of the Night! All Equestria shall behold my works and rejoice in their splendor. All shall love me.” Proudly, I thrust my head into the air. I release my magic, and my form changes. Beautiful and terrible, my legs lengthen and my body strengthens. My mane flows with blue, the magic coursing through me.
Nightmare Moon is born.
“Luna, listen to yourself! Think about what you’re doing, please. Don’t force me to do this.” Celestia knows my answer, even before she pleads.
“As if you could stop me, Celestia. I’m sick of you. I’m sick of all of you and your ignorance. My beautiful night deserves better. And I’m going to give it better.”
“I do what I must, sister.” Celestia closes her eyes.
“You can try.” I snort, and prepare my magic for a duel between Gods. Together we will shake apart continents, overturn oceans, crack open the very fabric of the world-
Celestia speaks quietly, “I call upon the Elements of Harmony.”
“STOP. STOP IT. SISTER-“
“Laughter. Generosity.” The pain on her face is evident.
“Loyalty. I’m sorry, sister.”
Years have turned to centuries. Time passes as one long, slow stream. But now, this moment, this single point in time, is the chance I’ve been waiting for. I’ve anticipated this moment for a thousand years. My power over the night has returned. My magic is fully under my control again. And now it’s time to go back to the land I was once banished from. Equestria, my home.
Celestia, I’m coming for you. Eduard was right. He was right because there was no Eduard. There never was. It was only me. I knew the truth, even a thousand years ago. You despised me like I’ve come to despise you. You wanted my power, my duty. My place. Now it’s my turn, finally, after a thousand years. I’m ready for you. The Elements of Harmony won’t save you from my wrath.
I will watch you burn, dear sister. I’ll enjoy every second of it. And then I’ll raise the moon and cover Equestria in night for all eternity. Everything will die. Equestria will fade and be replaced with the dust that is all I know. You will suffer every moment of torment you’ve put me through. You’ll wish for death by the end, Celestia. And I won’t give it to you.
Celestia? I’m coming.
I’m coming for you.
Luna… I’ve missed you so much. Please, come home.
I am, sister. I am.