A twisted fate

A twisted fate

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I bitterly watched as everyone played in her day . why won't anyone do the same in my beautiful moonlit night. I thought to my self. " no not anymore" I muttered my voice in a deep serious tone. Celestia turned to face me " what is it dear sister." She asked genuinely concerned. My heart pounded from what I was about to do. I squeezed my eyes shut. " you don't mean it. I know you don't and you...never will" I said almost in a whisper as I opened my eyes they became slits. " you have NEVER DONE ANYTHING! PONIES SLEEP IN MY PRECIOUS NIGHT WHILE THEY PLAY AND FROLIC IN YOUR DAY! WELL I WONT TAKE IT" I yelled wind whipping around me my mane along with it. My hooves slowly started to become black instead of a night blue and the color worked its way up my body as my wings turned into bat like wings instead of a pegasi's " NO MORE NO PONY WILL SLEEP IN YOUR DAY AGAIN! NOT EVER BECAUSE MY NIGHT WILL NOW LAST..." I yelled " FOREVER" I said my voice boomed in rage as my transformation completed
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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