She was the sun, I was the moon. She, the day, the light, the waking world. I, the night, the darkness, the dreaming. We were the perfect balance. But we are much more than our powers, and our balance goes deeper than what they represent.
She was the beloved one, the favored princess. I was the feared one, the other princess, nothing more than the beloved's sister. For balance to be upheld there must be one to hold the good and one to hold the bad.
But the burden of being feared, of watching the other be loved and of keeping the accursed balance grows heavy after a while.
Because our ponies would choose to see only the splendor of the day and not the beauty of the night, I decided to make them see my wonders, over time. My sister's sun would not rise, not until they ceased to merely acknowledge my night, but to well and truly see it. My sister's world would not awaken until they realized the magnificence of my gifts to them, their dreams and their precious stars, their restful slumber.
Upon reflection now, even as I did it then, I knew it was foolish. They could not be forced to see. But I thought they would, since my wonders were so beautiful and, so I thought, so blatantly obvious.
Why did none of them see?! Were they so blind that their narrow eyes could not reach the stars but, instead, only the black of the night sky? Were they so foolish as to choose to ignore the dreams I blessed them with? To ignore me, their shield against the nightmares their own minds conjured up?
Not even my sister, no, especially not her, could understand my reasons. "You must make way for the dawn, my sister", "You must keep the balance" she said. How dare she say such things- to me, of all ponies! She held up the easy side of our balance! Did she expect me to simply do my duties and not get a single nod from anypony for my troubles?!
But that was then. Ever since my sister's six little fillies returned me to my old form (I will not say "saved me from being Nightmare Moon". Nightmare Moon was no monster), I have accepted my role as upholder of fear and darkness that defines courage and light. I will never be as loved as my sister, but I know now not to desire what is hers.
She may be the elder but, in a way, I am wiser, older.
I raise the moon, not for the approval of little mortal ponies, but because I must. I do my part to keep the balance, though nopony sees but me. I pat my own back for everything I do, because only I can carry the dark, cold, weary side of our precarious balance. Only I can be the darkness to match my sister's light.
Except in the dreams of foals and old ponies, whose wonder and delight, beauty and splendor, light and amazement, not even Celestia can match. And one day, I hope they will close their eyes and see just which sister they have to thank for that.
soooo... *crickets chirp* waddaya think? I don't know. I just had this idea that Luna was more mature than Celestia, because Celestia never experienced hate or being outcast aall everything went sunny for her (no pun intended) :p
PLEASE CRITICISE ME. THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
AND ALSO, I have this fanfic (don't look for it) that I may have abandoned SO IF THE READERS OF THAT ONE SEE THIS, IM SO VERY SORRY BUT SCHOOL AND HIGH SCHOOL IM SO SORRY Im going to rewrite it so sorry