~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Returned~~~~

It was a normal evening in canterlot, the sun was descending with it's dying red and gold hues illuminating the sky as it slowly died, giving way to the coldly beautiful night. But to one pony it was anything but.

"Princess Luna," two words stuck in her head, tormenting her every moment after...that night. After spending countless years in outer space, being denied every simple pleasure she used to take for granted, nothing but near agonizing boredom. But now, she is back, and after what she did she barely believe she deserved to be. After all...a monster like her who tried to kill their only family and murder everypony was a threat to order...and she knew how her sister like to deal with disorder and chaos.

So she had created a new hobby for herself, she wandered the halls of the castle that was built after the one the sisters used to share was demolished during the war 1000 years ago, and tormented herself further within the catacombs of her mind. Everywhere she went, a small whispering of "You don't deserve this second chance" seemed to follow her, everywhere she looked she saw her sisters subjects whispering about what a disgrace she was. But of course nopony would dare openly complain, doing so would incite their precious solar regent's ire; so they tolerated her, she bitterly thought, they only cared that Celestia was happy, after all.

All the biting remarks about how she's lucky to be alive, how she should have stayed on the moon, how she was a useless shadow to her sister, day in and out the pounded in her ears. She could feel the stares of the castle staff, and imagined how they'd do her in had they their way, but nopony would even spare her the luxury of not having to life, none would dare to hurt her. After all, who'd argue with the most perfect mare alive?

Everywhere she looked shadows loomed of times past, causing her to spend her days lamenting how times had changed. She knew all the ponies whom pretended to like her were all gone, no doubt their descendants lived in luxury after the handsome fee they were probably paid to befriend her. And now here she was, alone in a world where she was both a monster to be dissected, and and antiquity to be ogled. In fact, she remembered the faces of her saviors as they noticed her frail body emerge from the husk of Nightmare Moon. They had all been fearful, as they should have been befitting her station, but...not the right kind of fear.

There was always a thin line between reverent fear, and true fear...after all.

It seemed to Luna that were it not for her sister being there they would've tried to kill her, thinking her to be nightmare moon.

Sister...

She didn't know why she deserved to be able to call 'Tia-... no... Celestia that anymore. She didn't deserve the love, the forgiveness, nor the position her sister had given back to her. She had tried to murder her and almost succeeded...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1000 years and about a day ago~~~

She still remembered this moment. The castle they had grown up in as foals was by this point just a ruin housing a few salvagable luxuries, and in the distance, the screams of bloody lust and fear mingled as the two armies clashed.

But that didn't matter to Luna, not one bit. Instead she was focused on the sight before here in the old throne room.

Her sister lay at her hooves, bloodied, mane redder then the usual pink from blood saturation. Her normally pristine white coat was hanging off her muscles in a few places. Nothing their abnormal healing counldn't fix lay on the outside, but the inside was a different story. She was struggling for air after the merciless beating her sister had assailed her with. Her eyes were watering from the knowledge that underneath this dark and powerful hellish exterior, lay her sweet sister, albeit wrapped in a shell of misplaced anger.

Frankly she did not know which hurt more, her injuries, or her assailant's identity...

It was all her sister could do to summon the elements as the demon ranted. And to this day she remembered the final words spoken between them...

"YOU BITCH! YOU'RE BANISHING ME!"

"Luna-"

"YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT ANYMORE SLUT! I'M BETTER THEN YOU!"she emphasized this by slamming her hoof down on one of celestia's unbroken ribs, breaking at least one more.

"I'M STRONGER THEN YOU" again emphasizing this by smashing her sister's ribs. breaking the few remaining.

"AND FAUST-DAMNIT MY NIGHT IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR! GOD! DAMN! DAY!" She was nearly frothing at the mouth from anger with this declaration. But the spell was already cast. And the last words Nightmare Moon heard were.

"I...I failed you...Luna" tears welled up behind her eyes. threatening to cascade over the moment her sister was banished.

Nightmare Moon...no...Luna replied quickly breaking out of the shell of anger possessing her, breaking the facade of tyranny and loathing, if, but for a moment.

"I...I...I know 'Tia, I'm so-"

She was gone... Suddenly the Proud goddess broke down and sobbed in plain sight.

Hearsay and folklore that survived say her sister's cries were heard all over the world that day, and were so poignant and heart wrenching, old enemies became friends, and even the two sides of the war threw down arms, some say even earth and the heavens seemed too mourn with her, nothing could help but feel true agony at this lonely goddess's woe.

But that didn't concern her, not at the moment, no, what concerned her was laying in a heap and crying her strange amalgam of hatred self-loathing out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~present~~~

Looking back on these memories wasn't healthy she was sure. And the fresh tear tracks running down he face breaking her royal and usually composed face were testaments to just how broken she was. She felt like an unwanted toy, she had been played with by her subjects only for so long before they grew bored and traded up. This was the last thought she had before bumping into a barrier.

She had finally found her way to her bedroom. She wasn't surprised to find it as devoid of life as she left it yesterday. Save the numerous spiders who had made her room their domain with their silken webs. She knew deep in her heart, assuming the monstrosity she thought herself to be had such a thing, that it would look like this even on the first day of her return. She hadn't exactly had much hope of a "welcome back", and seeing as only her sisters protege knew who she was, she knew now even that little bit wasn't a well placed hope.

Even her room felt hollow to her, filled with what used to be high art, and now covered in decay.

Everything in the room was in subtly different states of disrepair, from the ornate gold-leaf adorned marble fireplace that was unpolished and still useable; with its faded oil painting of the filly form she once again found herself in was in again over it's mantle. To the ornate and no doubt expensive, albeit faded, tapestry of her and her sister with their respective domains. Looking at it now brought her only shame, and a burning anger.

Thus found Celestia walking in just after lowering the moon a good fire burning in the grate of the fireplace in her sister's room. Finding he sister sitting, staring blankly into the fire she magicked a pillow, one of the few furnishings left, to sit on and sat next to her sister. She had a reasonable idea where she got the materials...

They sat like that for a few moments...the only sounds heard the light hiss and crackle of the woods and cloths as it was slowly consumed by fire. Turning it into a black mess that ruined the otherwise flawless fireplace's look.

Suddenly Luna broke the silence, "Why bring me back?"

Celestia knew this would not be easy to answer, her reasons were...complex and stemmed from many reasons. She could fool herself and Luna and say she did it to restore Harmony, a concept she constantly preached. She could lie and say she didn't plan on it, She honestly could take any number of routes here. But she doubted any except the truth would help them repair what they had had.

"I missed you..." The reply to a simple question was a simple answer, yet it still managed to make Luna feel even worse.

They both stared back into the fire again. The fire still greedily consuming the food Luna had fed it. And it showed no signs of stopping. This continued for what felt like mere seconds to these two immortals, but in reality was an hour.

Suddenly Luna asked, "Why... I-I treated you like dirt... and tried to kill you."

Out of anything she could have asked this she found unanswerable. She for once didn't know... In response to this troubling occasion, Celestia got up and left. Shaken in resolve and mind.

Luna was unperturbed by her sibling's leave, gazing into the flames...with the feeling not even her Sister truly cared for her anymore...

A/N

So yeah, I believe I promised to revise this...so welcome to returned 3.0? I guess? I'm sleepy, it's 2 Am, and I'm bored.