Luna's Perspective
"No…" I whispered, horrified, "This…this can't be happening…" My voice broke, my mind finding it impossible to believe the bloody massacre before me. It was like my nightmares were coming true…but…they were. The feeling of blood and bone and flesh beneath my hooves was just too real. The two broken bodies dumped unceremoniously in a crevice, the rain dirtying them with mud and blood simply made my heart sink more. The weight of their deaths crashed down on me, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I could only feel the terrible pain and sorrow weaving its way into my heart. The darkness that had always lingered in my mind, no longer pushed back by my consciousness, took over.
"It's all your fault", the darkness whispered, "If you hadn't been cowering in bed, tormented by nightmares, you would've been quick enough to save two important lives. You could have been a hero. Now no one will care. It'll all be your fault…your fault…your fault…" The word echoed in my mind, guilt and self hate overtaking me again.
"My fault…what's wrong with me…" I whisper brokenly, a tear escaping my eye.
"No Luna, it's not your fault. We all share the burden together. You're strong. Don't let the darkness break you again. Figh-!" Celestia's voice broke off suddenly as a barbed silver net dug into her coat.
"Owww!" Celestia cried out in pain, tears pricking her eyes as the wire tore into her skin, blood starting to drip out. I froze, fear seeping into my veins. Celestia screamed again, writhing in pain, her magic absorbed by the shadows.
"L-Luna! Help! Pl-please!" Celestia gasped, rivers of blood now flowing from gaping wounds. Her pained words sent a jolt through me, snapping me out of my dark thoughts. I dipped my head, feeling the familiar icy feeling in my horn, the magic tingling through me. I reared to strike the shadows away and cast the spell, but the net fell upon me too. I braced myself, tensing up instinctively, but I just couldn't feel anything. At this point, I had just gone numb to all the pain and sorrow. I struggled and fought, but it just felt so useless. Seeing my dear sister writhe and scream though, her once proud and regal frame now reduced to a bloody, dying mess, I forced myself to get up. Slowly, I trotted to her side, splashing through my own blood. I nipped at her net weakly, but it just would not break. Shivering, I collapsed in a puddle of our blood, my vision starting to fade to black…faintly, I heard Celestia's screams, cracks of bone, but I just couldn't bring myself to care anymore. Nothing mattered. No one cared…