Do I Look Happy?

8

"Luna. Luna." a soft voice called.
Excitement struck me.
I sat straight up in my bed; "Moon?" I called.
"Moon? Luna who is that?" said the voice of Celestia.
I turned to face her, "Oh, it was just the name of a pony in my dream."
She nodded.
"It's clearly not time to raise the moon. So, what do you want?" I asked.
"Today when I was speaking to our subjects, one asked if the night could be brighter. Do you think you could do that?" she asked.
I pondered it for a bit. Tell her no! A voice inside of me whispered. Tell her she does not rule the night! The night is where the shadows go to hide! Tell her the night is meant for darkness! Tell her! Tell her she rules the day! She has no place in the darkness! Tell her the night can overtake the day if she shall have the day overtake the night! Tell her! Tell her!
I thought about this. Then I closed my eyes and breathed through my mouth.
"It is I who rule the night. And the night is the place where shadows run to hide and where they thrive. You do not rule the night! The night will overtake the day if the day were to take over the night! No! No! No! The night shall remain the same as it did a hundred years ago! LEAVE YOU TRAITOR TO THE NIGHT! FOR YOU THINK THE NIGHT WILL BOW DOWN TO YOU! LEAVE!" I yelled at her.
My voice sounded foreign and a strange feeling came over me, pride and strength. Celestia stared at me frightened then ran the door.
"Good work Luna." a soft familiar voice applauded me.
I turned toward the darkest corner where Moon stood.
"Good work." she repeated.
Then I realized it was her voice who gave me those words. And her voice was also mine!