Luna and Anon - The Night is Beautiful part 2

>It had been over a thousand years since your mother was banished by that witch.
>She had sent you far away as she prepared for her final confrontation.
>It had not gone well.
>But you had been saved.
>And you had lived.
>At first you searched for a way to save your mother.
>But it became obvious that you had not the power.
>So you began searching out power.
>But you had not the skill.
>So you traveled.
>You learned.
>You grew.
>As time went on the urgency to save your mother fell to the back of your mind.
>You conquered.
>You fell.
>You loved.
>You lost.
>You discovered.
>You forgot.
>But you never forgot your mother.
>Her image, her memory shaped you.
>You sought to be as strong as she is.
>As powerful as she was.
>As intelligent as she had been.
>But no matter how hard you tried, you could not measure up against someone who was not there.
>But now you could fix that.
>You heard rumor of the fearful Nightmare Moon had returned to Equestria.
>The land you had forsaken so long ago.
>Now you would return.
>You could finally be with your mother again.
>You alighted on her balcony.
>The knowledge you had obtained from a peasant had been true.
>The room was pitch black, but that didn't bother you.
>Mother had given you that gift long ago.
>The walls were coated in star charts.
>Beautiful paintings sat on easels.
>Instruments sat in random places.
>Few knew how creative your mother had been.
>But you had always knows.
>For who else created the beauty that was the night?
>You entered quietly.
>There was no hesitation.
>Not any longer.
>Not when your mother was just before you.
>Finally you could be together again.
>You stop at the edge of the bed and stare at the mare that laid within.
>At first you felt your hopes crashing down.
>She was merely dark while your mother had been black.
>But before your hopes gave way to despair you frown.
>Her coat may be different but the facial structure is just as you remember.
>It could be your mother. Merely in a new form.
>You determined to find out.
>You raised a limb and placed it on her throat.
>And then pressed.
>Her eyes flicked open, staring at the space above her in anger.
>They weren't narrow as you remember but the anger burning forth was just as you recalled.
>"Who dares?!"
>Your hopes soared.
>You leaned forward, putting your face within her line of sight.
>You frown.
>Her eyes widened.
>Anger vanished.
>Primal fear danced behind them.
>You sigh.
"You are not my mother."
>You leave.



>Luna remained paralyzed. Cold beneath the covers.
>She didn't chase the specter as she normally would have done.
>Something was different. The sight of that creature had driven a cold stake into her heart.
>What it had said had driven her to agony.
>But why?
>Was it merely a night terror?
>Or did it mean something more?
>Why was it so painful to hear the words it said?
>She wracked her mind, searching for memories of the creature, trying to find out why it had affected her so.
>But she returned with nothing.
>It was as if her memories of it had been sealed off.
>She eventually stood out of bed, if only to prove she could.
>A determination filled her.
>She would find this creature and find out what place it had in her life.
>She would find out why it affected her so.
>She left.