Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2013 8:59:59 GMT -6
Princess Luna threaded her way through the hallways of the castle, her silvery magical aura holding aloft both a silver coffee service and a Moonstone lantern. It had taken her some months to get used to this new castle in the dark. Oh, there were Glow-stones on the wall, to prevent a pony from tripping, or bumping into a wall, or falling down a winding flight of stairs- but to Luna's eyes, it all looked very much the same. So it was easy to get lost, if you didn't notice the minor differences. And this castle was so much larger than their old one.
The dark Alicorn paused, looking between two hallways heading in different directions. She raised her lantern, the moonstone light glimmering to show a tiny silver-inked arrow suggesting the right hallway. Right is Right, Luna thought to herself with satisfaction, taking that hallway. As she walked on, dark wooden doors, some guarded, some not, indicated that her choice had been the correct one. For Luna was headed to a very particular wing of the Royal Library. Not the wings which held the dangerous magical texts and tomes, though she was one of the few with full access to these. No, the Princess of the Night was headed to the largest wing, and open to all, though few visited it in these dark hours.
Luna pushed open the great double-doors that led to the historical wing, and was greeted with dark, which she didn't mind much, and utter silence, which she did. Of course, Libraries were supposed to be quiet, she understood that. But there was still noise in them, when they were occupied. The sounds of ponies moving, even quietly, of pages turning and scrolls being wound and unwound. These were sounds of life, of presence. This death-like silence was too lonely and a little scary. Nevertheless, the proud princess strode in boldly, her lantern casting a shimmering, silvery circle of radiance around her as she headed to her accustomed table near a window, which she opened to let in sounds and scents of the night, as well as to place her coffee down while she sought the book she was after, among the shelves.
Ah, here it was. The Great Grass Famine. Only one hundred and thirty three years after her imprisonment on the moon. Luna sighed as she took the massive book back to her table. Luna had a basic knowledge of the most important events of history since her...disappearance, but nothing like the intimate knowledge of her sister, who had actually lived through and witnessed such events. Luna wanted to know their subjects the way Celestia did, wanted to understand who they were and how they had come to be that way. But the only way she could think of was to study all the history she'd missed. She poured herself a cup of coffee, two lumps of sugar and plenty of cream, if you please, and picked up where she'd left off.
...And so it be that thee fields of Gallopston, what hath growed thee grass for moste of Equestria, tooke sick with thee star-blight though none could see of it. And those ponies what ate of thee grass tooke them to sleep, and no pony could waketh them, not with loud noise nor shaking of any violence, nor could thee cold water reviveth them. They slept with pleasant dreams, smiling even unto death, and none could saveth them. And thee Princess Celestia, distraught for the hungere that must surely follow, ordered the fields of Gallopston burnt to root and ash, lest ponies in desperation eat them of thee blighted grass in hungere, and die of the sleep that should follow...
The dark Alicorn paused, looking between two hallways heading in different directions. She raised her lantern, the moonstone light glimmering to show a tiny silver-inked arrow suggesting the right hallway. Right is Right, Luna thought to herself with satisfaction, taking that hallway. As she walked on, dark wooden doors, some guarded, some not, indicated that her choice had been the correct one. For Luna was headed to a very particular wing of the Royal Library. Not the wings which held the dangerous magical texts and tomes, though she was one of the few with full access to these. No, the Princess of the Night was headed to the largest wing, and open to all, though few visited it in these dark hours.
Luna pushed open the great double-doors that led to the historical wing, and was greeted with dark, which she didn't mind much, and utter silence, which she did. Of course, Libraries were supposed to be quiet, she understood that. But there was still noise in them, when they were occupied. The sounds of ponies moving, even quietly, of pages turning and scrolls being wound and unwound. These were sounds of life, of presence. This death-like silence was too lonely and a little scary. Nevertheless, the proud princess strode in boldly, her lantern casting a shimmering, silvery circle of radiance around her as she headed to her accustomed table near a window, which she opened to let in sounds and scents of the night, as well as to place her coffee down while she sought the book she was after, among the shelves.
Ah, here it was. The Great Grass Famine. Only one hundred and thirty three years after her imprisonment on the moon. Luna sighed as she took the massive book back to her table. Luna had a basic knowledge of the most important events of history since her...disappearance, but nothing like the intimate knowledge of her sister, who had actually lived through and witnessed such events. Luna wanted to know their subjects the way Celestia did, wanted to understand who they were and how they had come to be that way. But the only way she could think of was to study all the history she'd missed. She poured herself a cup of coffee, two lumps of sugar and plenty of cream, if you please, and picked up where she'd left off.
...And so it be that thee fields of Gallopston, what hath growed thee grass for moste of Equestria, tooke sick with thee star-blight though none could see of it. And those ponies what ate of thee grass tooke them to sleep, and no pony could waketh them, not with loud noise nor shaking of any violence, nor could thee cold water reviveth them. They slept with pleasant dreams, smiling even unto death, and none could saveth them. And thee Princess Celestia, distraught for the hungere that must surely follow, ordered the fields of Gallopston burnt to root and ash, lest ponies in desperation eat them of thee blighted grass in hungere, and die of the sleep that should follow...