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In the first hundreds of years Luna and Nightmare had been working together. They even could be named friends: they had been supporting each other. Luna had helped Nightmare solidify knowledge that were from Luna’s memory, but she couldn’t use them on practice. It was especially hard with emotions: being, in a big part, a product of negative emotions, Nightmare had a hard time understanding the concept of positive ones. There was a revealing moment, when Luna was paralyzed of a question: “What is happiness?” What can you answer on this question? “Happiness — it’s when you’re joyful”? How to describe happiness to someone who never felt that? But Luna, to her credit, tried her best, although her actions didn’t give any evident success. Nightmare, in her turn, repeatedly dragged Luna from assaults of melancholy and self-recrimination. They had been developing spells for creating a proper building material from the Moon soil and painting spells for it together, for the purpose of building a huge castle amongst gray dusty wastelands. After this they did bas-reliefs, statues and stained-glasses in the castle, and they were especially loved by Luna. For Nightmare it wasn’t a very interesting thing, but as long as the process of building and decorating the castle helped Luna to take mind off dark thoughts and get back to the main task with fresh force, Nightmare was not standing by. And then, they got back to this very main task: Luna and Nightmare Moon were trying to find a way out together, any possibility of escaping from here, from the Moon. Endless brainstorms, magic experiments, constant attempts to do with their prison, anything! But it all was in vain: as it turned out, there’s absolutely no way to fly on the Moon, and teleportation more than a few meters was impossible due to the overfilled magic background of the Moon. But the most horrifying of all was that Luna couldn’t control her Moon anymore! Her dream-walking ability didn’t work as well: she just couldn’t find a way to the world of dreams! In result, the only thing that could be understood from all of these attempts was that the defense of prison isn’t endless and sometime will fade by itself, but it’s impossible to damage it from inside. Elements of Harmony left no loopholes. In the end, constant failures gradually created a discord amongst Luna and Nightmare Moon. Fruitless attempts to find a way out and impossibility of Luna’s special powers to be casted buried her in deep depression and soul searching, and the result of it was a conclusion: “It’s all my fault!” Nightmare, while trying to cheer up Luna in her common way, like: “There’s no time to melt down! We have to prepare our retaliation! We have lost the battle, but not the war! The Queen will have that belongs to her, and we will rule Equestria together under the cover of endless night!” Surprisingly ran into a harsh reply. Luna lost her grip and said a lot to Nightmare, and the fact that these words were mental didn’t make it less painful. “Luna, why… why you’re saying it in that way? We are friends…” These are the only words that stunned Nightmare could manage to say. Her emotions during that moment reeked of… It is not even grief or soreness — it was crush of the ideal. This is where I surprisingly understood that Nightmare treated Luna as Luna herself treated Celestia until their dissension and events after that — like elder sister, who nearly replaced her mother. “Friends with whom? With a reflection in a mirror? You are nothing but a collection of negative emotions that by some irony has been given a semblance of consciousness! This beautiful landscape around — this is your achievement, monster! I would never have gone against my own sister if your words had not pushed me to do it!” Luna spat out with fury. By taking control of the body from stunned and terrified Nightmare, she spelled something powerful from the magic of dreams: something hit head like a hammer, there was a flash before eyes… when the light show came to an end, control of the body swiftly moved back to Nightmare. She didn’t feel hidden presence of Luna’s mind anymore nearby — her body was only hers… But it didn’t really matter anymore. She was beaten and destroyed. For the first time ever, her own tears ran down her cheeks, not Luna’s, and pain and emptiness flew in her soul, like a big piece of it was cut.…
I dashed away tears with anger and threw my head back, trying to keep down tears. Fuck me, Luna, I beat the hell out of you when I’ll meet you! Hoof in the face, so that your teeth will fly like a fan! Nightmare’s emotions in this memory are breaking my heart apart. Her memory and feelings said, that Luna was for her something like mother and elder sister rolled into one, and she even took care of her in her own way, how she could. When a creature, that was created from hate and fury, loves you and takes care of you — it shows something! Yes, Nightmare hardly could be characterized as gentle and fuzzy, but Luna was, practically, everything to her! And the most cruel part of it is that Nightmare didn’t understand what was the reason of that reaction. Hardly a surprise that simple and deadly thought “Luna, why?!” occupied her mind for very long. What Luna did? As far as I understood later, she buried her personality in something like a stasis or suspended animation, simply turned herself off for the rest of the exile. Nightmare tried everything she knew trying to achieve Luna’s attention, but it all was in vain. Magic of dreams was known to her only by Luna’s memory, but she didn’t know how to use it on practice, and learning it herself via fragmentary memories was out of her reach. After several months of unsuccessful attempts, Nightmare dropped the idea of reaching Luna and had entirely fallen into heavy and hopeless depression. Nightmare Moon was left alone. Alone on a desert piece of dusty rook from which you cannot escape. But there were around six hundred years until the freedom… I shook my head abruptly, banishing deep memories. I’m not sure if I want to watch more. There are six hundred years of full solitude in the privacy of your own mind and gray rock. Maybe there are answers for my questions about who I have become, but is it worth it? On another side — these are my memories now. Is it wisely to have white blots in your knowledge of yourself? You never can tell what surprises can be thrown by my new body, and I will not know about them, because I missed something important. In the end, it’s not bad to know more about progenitor. To learn from her mistakes for my own sake. I sighed deeply, like before a jump into water. Here goes nothing.…
I looked with stupor at the gnawed pillow that is wet from my tears. I suppressed the hysterics and calmed myself down only ten minutes ago. Fucking hell, if only I had knew what I was going to see — no way I’d have agreed to do that. Except from profanity in my head, there was not a very correct by its meaning, but very correct by its soul, phrase: “The sleep of reason produces monsters”. With all my force to not deep into emotions and to not live it through once again in full-time, to examine memory only cursory, I still determined that even death is better than an exile to the Moon. And, to my own fear, I have understood, that if this perspective is real — I’ll crush my own brains against a wall without a doubt. One time I saw a history of a guy, who got tired of being in a city and decided to live sometime in solitude in taiga. He occupied a hunter’s house and just calmly lived by himself. He hunted, fished, chopped wood, delighted in stars. Only after a month and a little bit more he started to lose his sanity: phantom strange noises, and even further — visible pink elephants. It all ended with a hospital, good enough for him — no serious consequences. Two months in solitude — and it was enough! And if no one had come just in time — it’d have been a lost cause, the man would have been lost. But here are six hundred years of loneliness. Full and absolute. And Nightmare understood, that her personality is being destroyed, she understood, she felt that disintegration! It’s very, very scary, when you feel, that your mind moves away like a wet paper. A cold, sticking fear pierces me only because of the mere feeling of it. But Nightmare, nevertheless, tried to keep herself busy and to take mind off solitude by any method — continued finding a way of escape, development of spells and experiments with them on the castle, which she had been building with Luna in the old days, preparing of plans when she returns, building of her own fortress and art… The last one is something. Sum up undeniable availability of a talent and a drip of magic of illusions with overwhelming depression and progression of disintegration of personality and you’ll get what the only soul on the Moon had decorated her dark palace with. It was openly terrifying from the statues, bas-reliefs and paintings that Nightmare Moon tried to have fun with. …And this — one of my old work — “Sight” Light-gray, almost white sand is everywhere, horizon-to-horizon, as far as the eye can see. Bottomless cosmos with numerous stars. In its background, there’s a hint of a silhouette of a black alicorn, standing with her back to the viewer and looking into the infinity of the cosmos with endless sparks of stars. I look at her for a period — and suddenly immersed in the picture, and a feeling emerged, that it is not the alicorn, who is looking at the starry sky, but the endless Abyss, which is eying on a pathetic bug with her countless eyes. You cannot run from this gaze, you cannot hide — the eyes of the Abyss are everywhere around you! They’re looking! Waiting for something! Glimmer in the darkness, narrowly spy on their prey! Abyss are quivering above your head, smiling, like a predator, with her eyes! She’s everywhere! I shivered and swallowed a lump in throat with force. Her drawings give goosebumps, but it’s only the beginning! During the last hundred years, Nightmare, who had lost her last pieces of sanity for good, drew hell of a… DO NOT REMEMBER! I shook my head, trying to banish absolutely needless memories and to force myself to turn my thoughts on something different. It went really crappy — there was a full disarray in my soul after all I have seen. In the great scheme of things, I must think out a talk with Celestia, if she wanted to come by, make a tactic, my policy… But even this talk mattered little for me, and its result — I’ll be pleasured with anything expect new exile. I felt sorry for Nightmare Moon, with so little of her mind left. She, as possible, tried to save her, but alas… It was especially distinctive by her actions after return: she straightforwardly followed her initial plans — take revenge on Celestia and make an eternal night. Afterwards, she wasn’t able to overrun the Elements of Harmony because of the exhaustion by a spell, that exiled Celestia on the Sun, her well-worn mind tried to overcome them with experience, but wasn’t able either. And then the strike of the Elements woke up Luna of stasis, and at the same time, brought me here, while throwing us in different bodies. And this is how I came to the question, that was amongst many others and felt like a burden for me all this time. To the question, which already traditionally, never had an answer: “Why am I here?” There were no ideas. Saving Nightmare from loneliness on the Moon is already late. It was the same with acting differently immediately after the exile… Nightmare Moon — and me, as well — shouldn’t be here at all. But I’m here. And I’m absolutely unwanted here, an useless element, because who and why in peaceful, pastoral Equestria, needs Nightmare Moon with a soul of not the very best man?So, exhausted with these sad thoughts, I fell asleep, almost unnoticed by myself.