January 1998
Luna felt herself pulled back to a time when she and the other Luna were still the same person. A time when her eyes were always blue and jars were always filled with something.
She was still young and bright (and still everything she was supposed to be). She knew every tree even in the darkness (and she had a dad and a mum). The darkness didn't scare her for she knew what was in it.
And the unicorns were there like they were supposed to be. Alive and free and good (and not so, so wrong). But then he appeared and killed them all (each of them. His eyes grey and he was crying and his face was Draco's).
No, that wasn't right. He was Draco's-He was. "There is no girl, there is no girl, there is no girl," he said over and over again as he killed them (and the Silver came out and it burned), but he kept on killing them (because he had to) and he kept on saying, "There is no girl," because He did not want to kill her.
But then her mama was there. Looking for her. ("Lunabird, she said, but then she said no more.) She disappeared in a red mist (she went away). She went away because he sent her (because he was too busy not killing her).
His eyes were grey and cold and mean (and sad, but they should be Silver, no that was-)
And then he left. (He went away too, he was all gone away.)
And Luna ran to the lead mare and tried to push the Silver back in (and it was sad and horrible and the Silver got all over her and she really shouldn't have done it, not with her name, not with the promises that had been made long ago. But she hadn't known). She'd just been young and sad and scared and she had wanted help (but then she was Silver and that was good and bad and oh so evil).
But as she was pulled back to the world she knew, she couldn't help thinking that she liked it better the way it had become.