Huh. So, I seem to have done a fic. Yay, i think? Dunno. How 'bout you tell me?
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Luna had always been quieter than her sister. No one thought much of it though; after all, was Night not more silent than Day? If Luna was a more shadowy, mysterious girl, well, was the Night not by nature darker than the Day? None but her sister truly knew her mind; what she thought, where she went, who she liked and what she loved, and sometimes even Celestia sighed and shook her head. The Day, after all, can never truly know the Night, for the light of the Sun chases away the Shadows that consume the Night, simultaneously forcing away the magic, wonder, and mystery that lurk within, never to truly be brought to the Sun's golden Light.
So the Sun simply watched the Moon, Luna, her sister, as she spent more and more time in the Shadows, and less in the Light. She thought nothing of it; after all, she spent little enough time in her sister's Night, and instead kept watch over her Day, seeing with pleasure her subjects rejoicing in her Light. Never did she think about the fact that they, too, must sleep; or perhaps she simply—foolishly—assumed that they, like Luna and Herself, took turns, some sleeping at Night and some in the Day. Never did she think that few, few, far fewer subjects stayed up during the Night than the Day, for while Light guides the way, brightens the path, and illuminates all obstacles in the way, who can see by Shadow?
None, for a Shadow conceals, and is not meant to be noticed; rather, none truly notice the subtle artistry in the cast of a shadow, the slanting contrast of Dark against Light, until it is gone, nevermore to fall into the background, a subtle reminder of a restful, dark, mysterious, beautiful Night to come, a promise of wonder, thinly concealed by the thinnest of Shadows, the world laid bare and bleached in Moonlight. No more a Shadow in the background, a gentle, restful, pleasant dream, forgotten once the Day has shed the last vestiges of sleep, but a Nightmare, screaming with terror, turning everyday objects into instruments of horror. A Nightmare, changing Shadows from mysterious to suspicious, from wonderful to scary.
For Luna was a Shadow, a Dream, a ray of Starlight caught, glittering, in the dew drops carefully, artfully scattered across a spider's web. Luna was the beautiful background that seemed to merely compliment the foreground—the Day—Celestia—her sister. Luna was the slant of Shadow that complimented the Light, not noticed until suddenly, it was gone. Consumed by the Light like its sister Shadows before it, and many more to come. Luna was that which none noticed , none commented upon, yet all saw clearly.
Few were surprised when she went Dark. It had only been a matter of time, they said. After all. The Night was, irrevocably, Dark, and Luna was the Night. Who was she, Luna, to deny her own nature? They applauded her efforts—she had lasted longer than they had expected, they said—but in the end, it was all futile. Her nature was Darkness, fear, and the bright, harsh white of Moonlight. Who was she, Luna, to deny her own nature? It had only been a matter of time before the Nightmare took over.
Yeah it's not that great is it. Meh, I had Luna feels, so I scribbled something up.
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