your-good-at-art

Chapter 2 Voices behind the mirror I was lying in my bed, Is she not telling me something?, I pondered. I got up at about 7 to raise the moon. There was no crowd outside. Nopony. It seems that the people were only impressed when the sun was rising, not the moon. Tia saw my look of defeat and said “ It is getting colder outside, ponies don’t want to catch fever.” “fever. Right.” I said holding back sobs. I was always too emotional. she lowered her sun and I raised my moon.  celestia saw how exhausted I was and carried me to my bed. She tucked me in and said “ Goodnight luna my darling.” She blew o

Few ponies are still alive that remember my parent’s passing. But stories are passed on. They might be wrong. Or they might be right. But the real story is one that will be forever gone. It will come with me to the grave if need be. It is  Father and Mother “blessed” us with their immortality after my fifth birthday. Mother became weak and fell off the balcony. Father tried to help her, but he was weak. After decades of ruling, their old age caught up to them, and they collapsed right in front of me. Father survived for a few more hours. Mother a just was alive for one more. They claimed they had to leave, otherwise we would

Chapter 1 Lies and Broken Glass I got up at dawn to lower the moon. Thats my job as royal princess Luna.I’ve had to every morning and night. Ever since Father left. I walked out to the terence to look over my peaceful city. Every pony was asleep. As usual. I sighed, wondering if anyone would ever see me lower my beautiful moon. “ Are you ready my sister?” Tia said making me lose my train of thought. “ I’m-I. Today is just not my day Tia.” I said as I buried my face in my mane, hiding the tears. It took a moment for her to respond, “ Here, I’ll lower your moon and you go wash up inside, and st

Prologue The room was elegant. With its arch marble walls and fine furniture, one could not guess what magic dwelled inside it. “Oh, she’s beautiful”  sighed an exasperated voice behind the sheer curtain. “And only one mare could ever make it happen” soothed another voice beside her. One could barley make out who was  behind it, but by their melodious voices I could tell it was Mother and Father.  I galloped in the room shouting “Is she here!?! where is she? Can I play with her?” I got a silent glare from my Father, When i realized how funny he looked. He was standing on our plush red carpetin