Part 2: Moon
"LET ME OUT! DAMN YOU CELESTIA!"
Again and again the black alicorn rammed against the stone walls of her prison. She knew it was no use trying to get free, but she had to try anyway. Her magic wouldn't work in the airless environment and she was in fear of using her misty form – did anypony know where the air went in space? Hunger and thirst…they were now no more than a memory, unlike what her "beloved" sister had done to her. The mare kicked and pawed the stone in front of her and snorted. Soon the stars would come and help her escape. She wasn't sure how they would, but she was sure of it.
Flicking her mane at the stone wall, she moved to sit near the only window that looked out on the blue and green sphere below. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her as she surveyed her surroundings. A prison of eternal night for one who wanted eternal night. She wondered if Celestia had planned it out before banishing the thought.
As she turned her head away from the window to try the wall again, a bright light flashed on the periphery of her vision for a split second. Half a second later, she gasped in both amazement and fear as her horn started glowing white hot. Images flashed on the forefront of her mind of things in the future. Dimly, she heard Celestia calling out to her but she couldn't reply back due to the images. And there was a feeling of…something in her chest. Something calming and loving, something soothing. Letting out a noiseless whinny, the mare collapsed to the stone floor and covered her head with her hooves.
She saw a town laying in ruins, a group of young ponies huddles around an impaled foal and heard deep laughter. She wouldn't lie to herself anymore; if this was her future she loved it…but it didn't seem like it. The feeling wouldn't go away. Instead, it intensified as if it were trying to expel something from her body…but it failed. Slowly, as if it were reluctant, the feeling faded from her chest – letting the familiar bite of bitterness and hatred back in.
Whatever that light and feeling was, she had a feeling it had fled back to wherever it came. She dipped her head in mock reverence and braced herself for another charge at the wall.