A Season in the Sun

>Day of Our Empresses in Ye Olde Equestria

>Be Anon

>You are simply thrilled having come to this enchanted nation of speaking equines

>In the last seven years, you have been molded into the very royalty you now serve

>As a brilliant delegator of both Empress Luna and Empress Celestia, you spread their influence far beyond the walls of their glorious nation

>When the sun smiles upon you, you dance the dance of logistics in the cities and squares

>As the moon caresses your image, you gather the masses in esteemed song and praise

>Everyday is a full day and everyday you grow close to your princesses and country

>As of late, you have been spending longer waking hours at night

>This night is no different

A: Luna, my dearest, Luna! we hope to find you well on this auspicious night?

L: Yes, my vassal! We are in high spirits as tonight marks the eve of your unity with our nation and that of Dragonia!

A: T'was a simple feat, m'lady. As your aptitude had foresaw, an offering of simple trinkets in our mines slaked their thirst for battle as a sword would silence the drake by morn!

>Luna smiles and moves to you

>You bow to stay just a head below her majestic horn

L: Rise this night, that we may behold you in true moonlight!

>You are overcome...

A: Yes, m'lady, as you wish!

L: My vassal... it has been a thousand moons since we began and we feel a thousand more shall lay ahead of this nations reign with you at our side!

>You smile to hear such accolade to your being

A: We are honoured, princess...

>You are interrupted quickly

L: Please, we wish to be called, "Luna" by your tongue!

A: 'Tis my tongue to twist such beautiful a name as, "Luna?"

L: By your tongue, we wish it so

>Luna moves closer to you and her presence sends chills into your core

A: M'lady... Luna... what is this favoritism we sense this night?

>The stars shine radiantly above and the galaxy hangs from Luna's mane

>It swirls about you in a tautly fashion

L: We wish to hear your tongue speaketh our name in our sanctuary, lest prying ears grow restless!

>Surely, your princess means no ill to her sister?

A: Lady Luna, we beseech thee! We would hold your name dear to our mouth, but not in vain to our princess Celestia!

L: Dearest sister need not cross thy lips. We deem them precious to the court of the night!

>Her eyes pin you with their majesty

A: Luna... we speak with adoration, we speak of good tidings on your home. Dost thou wish, this auspicious night, we speaketh unto the night alone?

L: Neigh! We wish not to twist -his- tongue for naught, save for betwixt -his- lady's own...

>Luna's eyes lid and sparkle as her face draws near

>This be the true life?! 'Tis not but fantasy?!

 

>In the chamber of the setting sun

>Something wicked this way comes

>Be Princess Celestia

>You cannot sleep

>Something is amiss and setting your wings on edge

>You decide some fresh air may help ease your troubled mind

>You step out of your bed and trot lightly to the veranda

>The stars are burning furiously in the sky

>What a strange sort of happening with peace looming all around

C: We do not see what has our sister in the pangs of such passion...

>You fly into the night and look for your forlorn sister

C: Sister! We come to soothe you of your anger! Please respond!

>You listen into the night with nothing save for the sound of stillness

>It is there you see the black swirl of your sister

>Before you can aide her, the curious intensity ends

>Her mane parts and in it, you see your vassal removing his lips from a royal's mouth

>You speed unto them

C: Wretched vassal!

>You sweep Anonymous from his feet with a great kick

C: Unleash my sister from this spell!

>Luna looks to you with ferocity

L: What have you done?!

C: Thank thee not, for we have come to aide you without utmost haste

L: Aide us? Is our aide a broken vassal upon which we consummated our adoration?

C: Adoration? Sister, we see you are ill. We shall summon the maids to bring you to your chambers...

>Luna steps back from your caring embrace

L: We are not ill, nor mad, but ill with a mad devotion for our vassal!

>Anonymous holds his side and slowly gets to his feet

C: Neight, I say! 'Tis immoral! 'Tis vile of you! Our vassal is but a lamb the likes of which will obey and serve faithfully!

A: M'ladies... please... do not argue! 'Tis my fault, the erroneous act is ours and our shame alone!

C: Silence, foal!

>You pin Anonymous with a beam of radiant light

>His screams are most pleasurable and deserving after his treacherous act

L: Sister, no! Stop! He is hurting!

C: 'Tis for your own good! What would the nation sing of the night mare?! What would the crows whisper on high to see such beast of burden mingling with royalty?!

L: Sister, we beg of you! Release him before he is singed to bone!

>You do not abide your sister and her childish fancy for this human

>If she only knew the danger he would present to the whole of Equestria if word was spread

>Royalty in the embrace of this human creature... it fuels your hatred and your magic redoubles

>A sudden black miasma enervates the area

L: We are little, but we are not without power!

>Luna casts a barrier of night and in an instant, your powers are snuffed

C: How dare thee take up magic against your sister! You would do well to learn respect!

>Your sister is being as conceited as she is bullheaded

>Why does she protect this worthless creature?

C: Step down, Luna... We do not wish to bring harm to our ilk!

L: We do not wish confrontation, sister! We wish peace among us three

C: Us two! A third is not in attendance!

>Anon looks up from his grave and reaches a hand out towards Luna

>This impudent whelp will do good to learn his place!

>Luna is suddenly in front of him and between you

L: Halt! In the name of the night, by our right of blood and by our dominion over the throne, we shall not let you harm our vassal!

C: No vassal of ours would embrace its master!

L: Then you shall have no precedence over a vassal solely of our own...

>Luna's eyes glow with a brilliant fury

>Her stature grows, her fangs ready and her armour shines like the blackest seas

C: My sister! You would fight for a beast of burden? Surely, you are not yourself?!

NMM: Sister... we have never felt as alive until we have faced demise this closely tonight

C: We would never... we love our sister! We love Luna!

NMM: Do not twist your tongue... 'Tis wasted motion now...

>A faint sound rings out

A: L-Luna... my prin-cess... do not... fight... forgive her...

>You see a tear well in Luna's eye as her magic engulfs Anonymous

>His body slowly turns to stone

A: We... love... you... our princess...

>Anonymous is now frozen in time

>You see no reason to spare his body at the end of this night either way

NMM: Prepare yourself, -sister-, for the night mare has never shown a foe mercy!

>Luna charges you and you can barely avoid her attack

>She turns on a needle and attacks with a cruel dark blade

>You draw your own radiant sword and envelope your body in the royal armour

C: We... we do not wish to fight you...

NMM: We sincerely believe this was your intentions from the beginning

>Your swords collide with a shower of light

>You are pressed near enough to whisper

C: We saw the signs... we did not wish to believe...

NMM: We felt your constant presence... we harmed none...

C: We shall forever hold this grief in our heart, sister... 'tis for your own good now

NMM: What trickery do you speak unto me?

>You push Luna backward with a mighty ray of sunlight

>As she stumbles, you pour your soul into a powerful spell

>Luna looks up to you as your horn glows like daylight

>A look of utter sadness plasters her face

C: Did it not have to end as this?

NMM: No... 'tis fitting a way to eternally end this night...

>There is no holding back such destructive force

>Luna is engulf by your spell and her body is scattered to the stars and moon

>Separated amongst untold billions, but not dead, merely stretched

>You hang your head in an overwhelming sorrow

C: Sister... your night shall continue. We... we shall carry this burden...

>It was the only way to help your sister

>Scatter her being to the five winds

>She will return in but a season

>The life of your proud race is far too long, after all

>You look to the stone form laying on the ground

>Walking beside it, you place a hoof onto the head of the statute

>It would be easy to crush it... to sever the head and end this affront to your rule...

>But, 'tis never so simple, is it?

>You have much to think about and you are given much time now

>You remove your hoof and let Anonymous the Broken remain... for now

C: 'Tis not dead, which may eternal lie... and, with strange aeons, even death may die...

>You have much to think about now...

>You have much to plan...