Why, hello there. Long time, no story, no nothin, really. Tbh I might have missed Ты guys... Okay, mush moment over, it's Чтение time for Ты lovelies! Not kidding, I had to listen to a five hour-long song mix to get this story done. Holy pickles, that's a lot of music.

Luna entered her sister's room warily. Tia had not been in a good mood recently. "Celestia?" The midnight mare asked softly.
"What?" Celestia snapped. She sat at her desk, a quill poised in the air, ready to write. "As Ты can see, I am incredibly busy." Celestia continued, a sharp bite to her words. "Unlike you," Luna recoiled, pain registering on her features. "I- I just wanted to ask--"
"Then ask!" Celestia cried harshly. She turned back to the parchment and wrote furiously. Luna stood in silence for several seconds, unsure of whether to continue или not. "Well?" Celestia demanded just as Luna began to open her mouth. "Has my little sister gone mute as well as deaf? I сказал(-а) I was busy!" Luna flinched again, and turned away. She left, a lump forming in her throat as the door closed behind her.

Luna returned to her room, standing in the dark for a moment before continuing to the balcony. "I just wanted to ask her if she wanted me to handle court tomorrow," she whispered. "Is that so bad?" No. Luna sighed. "She's just so... so--" Infuriating, uncaring, proud, the Voice supplied. Luna stamped a hoof. "Exactly. Miss High and Mighty. Too busy with Royal Duties to care what her sister has to say." She has cast a shadow over you, the Voice noted. They adore her, and hardly give Ты a секунда glance. And why? Her day's bright glory blocks out the subtler beauty of your night. Luna retreated inside, laying on her bed, covering her face with her hooves. "I just want her to care," she whimpered softly. "She's been so angry, and I can't help but think she's angry with me!" Ты want somepony to care for you? The Voice asked, gentler than usual. I care. Who is there when Ты have problems? Who listens when Ты need somepony to spill your worries on? Who is there, ready to help when Ты can't get a kind word from anypony else? "You," Luna сказал(-а) miserably. Me, the Voice agreed. I can make Ты great. I can make Ты loved. Ты don't need Celestia's approval. Ты have mine

Luna sat up. "I... have yours?" She asked it as if unsure of what it meant. Of course. The Voice said. I think Ты are the mare еще worthy of the throne. "I.. am?" Luna blinked, and for a moment of time, her iris became slitted. Then it was normal. Luna left her rooms and wandered, finally stopping in the трон room. Look at the tapestries they made of Ты and Celestia. The Voice directed. See how hers is bright, and detailed. Ты can tell the maker loves Celestia. It was true. The tapestry was elegant, detailed, and beautiful. Now, look at yours. Luna turned reluctantly. See how it's muted; how Ты stand with your head down, wings drooping. Ты seem defeated. Ты seem broken down. The Цвета are wrong for the sky and stars. The moon is garish. There was nothing but disgust in the Voice as it spoke. They do not care for you. "No," Luna murmured. They do not." How long she stood in the dark трон room, with the even darker Voice poisoning her thoughts, she did not know.

"Luna?" Celestia entered the трон room. Her little sister stood before the Royal thrones, her gaze turned to the tapestries that hung above. Celestia had meant to have Luna's redone. It was cruel to have it as it was. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier, I--"
"No you're not," Luna's voice was harsh and grating. She seemed to speak with two voices. "You're never sorry for what Ты do to us."
Celestia stepped forward. "Luna, I..."
"Be silent, and listen to us." The Luna/not-Luna snapped. " Ты have never cared about what others think of us. Ты turn them against us, and even Ты yourself despise us. Your cruel words from earlier prove that clearly."
"Luna," Celestia whispered. "Luna, I- I wasn't thinking, I promise... Please, can we just forget what I said? I swear, sister, I Любовь you. I was cranky, and that's no excuse--"
"TOO LATE!" Luna roared, rearing onto her hind legs. " There's only room for one princess in Equestria," Luna cried. "ME! A bolt of dark energy obscured her for a moment, and when it cleared, a dark mare stood in her place.
" I am Nightmare Moon," The black пони declared haughtily. " And you, Celestia, will die!"
Celestia fled in horror, sweeping out into the night sky. Nightmare Moon gave chase.

A blinding flash.
A swirling rainbow.
Then silence. And cold.
Where am I?
We are on the moon. I will wait, but I will be back, and I will not lose again. I swear it.

Comments, clarifications, witticisms all belong below! Thank Ты for Чтение this. It was inspired by several songs I'm too lazy to list, and a long, hot shower. Bye Lovelies!