Luna's Perspective
Muffled by the pressing darkness around me, my thoughts slow and sluggish, I tried to rear and fight away the shadows in my head that restrained me to sleep. I was supposed to induce dreams, shatter nightmares, yet here I was, helplessly broken by darkness and nightmares and shadows, listening to the groans and sobs of my sister, suffering who-knows-what kind of horrors at the hands of the shadows. I hated myself for not being stronger, not being able to save Fluttershy, or Rainbow Dash, and now, because of me, my sister Celestia was to fall next. Alone, I sobbed, trapped in my own mind, and knew I was shattering, bit by bit. Soon, I willingly let the darkness take me…
As the first light of dawn, the sunlight so, so weak, I woke. To screams and destruction and chaos and…Celestia's broken horn…and mine. As soon as I rose, I fell. I couldn't bear to see Celestia, now reduced to a trembling, broken mess, her horn ripped off, her wings twisted, stripped of everything that was once the great princess of the sun. I couldn't bear to see my own horn and feathers lying uselessly in the blood. A wave of nausea rose in me as I watched her silent, weak struggle, her head tossing wearily, pain evident in her eyes. Her golden hooves were chipped and broken, her pure white coat now a blood-caked, muddy mess. In the distance there was screaming, cries of pain and begs for mercy…wait what? I tossed my ripped mane out of my eyes, wincing as my wounds started to throb from the sudden movement. The scene that lay before me made me want to die. Twighlight Sparkle, just like Celestia, had suffered that same cruel fate. Her horn too had been torn off, her wings bloody and broken and crudely pinned to the ground…I gasped at the innumerable wounds littered across her small, frail body. The stream of blood slowly trickling toward my hooves. At the whip lying beside her, as limp as Twighlight's dead body. Slowly, my sluggish mind connected the stars and…no…it couldn't be…such a young and innocent child, full of life and joy and potential, she had endured so much, done so much, only to meet a brutally painful end. Suddenly, my mind exploded with an intolerable rage, fury overtaking me as I bucked insanely, kicking at the bars, the metal starting to groan, my wounds reopening, the pain blazing through me. But the physical pain was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to what I felt inside, I felt like I was going to collapse, I was spiraling into an infinite hole of nothingness, tears overflowed from my eyes, I was in such a frenzy I couldn't bother to hide my pain. Stars flicked off the metal where my hooves struck it, the bars starting to splinter, to crack, but so were my hooves. And so, with that last push, the bars finally broke, the metal dissolving into shadows and ash, my hooves disintegrating into a million tiny pieces along with it. But to me, in that moment, that didn't matter. What mattered was that we were now free, free to fight for our falling kingdom, but deep, deep inside, I knew it was hopeless. The elements had broken, our magic was shattered, blood and gore and darkness had already corrupted the land. And beside my dear sister, we gave up. Hope was lost. The eclipse cast darkness across the land as sun and moon and twighlight finally fell. Dead.