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A Thousand Years of Suffocation
The world was gone in flash as a rainbow coloured whirlwind seemed to gobble her up and spit her out again. When she came to her senses, she was lying on her back, bouts of stars still clouding her vision. Wait, those stars were real.
She took a deep breath, but all the air seemed to leave her instead. Her heart made a leap and a rush of panic set her skin on fire. She jumped to her hooves... and started flailing in the air as she kept rising, the ground departing ever further. Instinctively, she took another breath, but there was nothing to breathe. Her lungs started burning.
She tried to cast a spell to create a bubble of air around her, but her horn didn't even start glowing. She tried to teleport to the castle. She tried to summon the castle itself. Nothing worked.
In complete silence, she hit the ground. She did not try to breathe again, it was no use. Wide-eyed, she stared at the grey dust beneath her hooves, then raised her head, taking in the barren desert that stretched out in front of her until it met the star-spangled horizon.
Her head turned to the gigantic orb of fire that hung in the black sky. Well, at least she didn't send me there, she thought. A laugh of defiance tried to escape her, but there was no sound. No sound at all. The feeling of suffocation intensified with every second, both the one in her lungs and the one pressing in on her mind. The attempted laughter turned into attempted screams.
The screams went on and on, but they brought no release without molecules to carry them. The anger, the hurt, the fear, it just kept growing inside her. Unable to bear it any longer, Luna dropped to her buttocks, grabbed her right arm and bit down hard. The taste of moon dust mingled with the taste of iron, and she concentrated with all her will on the searing pain until it drowned out the maelstrom in her head.
The arm still between her teeth, she opened her eyes again and looked at the blue ball that towered above her, mocking her. In this wasteland, it was the only source of colour, and she both yearned for and hated it. She bit down harder again.
This is all your fault, you know, she thought. You had to banish the bad sister because you ignored the good one. It's your fault!
A tear rolled down her cheek onto her arm. It mingled with a drop of blood, and together they dripped onto the grey dust where they dried, together and unconsoled for a thousand years to come.
She took a deep breath, but all the air seemed to leave her instead. Her heart made a leap and a rush of panic set her skin on fire. She jumped to her hooves... and started flailing in the air as she kept rising, the ground departing ever further. Instinctively, she took another breath, but there was nothing to breathe. Her lungs started burning.
She tried to cast a spell to create a bubble of air around her, but her horn didn't even start glowing. She tried to teleport to the castle. She tried to summon the castle itself. Nothing worked.
In complete silence, she hit the ground. She did not try to breathe again, it was no use. Wide-eyed, she stared at the grey dust beneath her hooves, then raised her head, taking in the barren desert that stretched out in front of her until it met the star-spangled horizon.
Her head turned to the gigantic orb of fire that hung in the black sky. Well, at least she didn't send me there, she thought. A laugh of defiance tried to escape her, but there was no sound. No sound at all. The feeling of suffocation intensified with every second, both the one in her lungs and the one pressing in on her mind. The attempted laughter turned into attempted screams.
The screams went on and on, but they brought no release without molecules to carry them. The anger, the hurt, the fear, it just kept growing inside her. Unable to bear it any longer, Luna dropped to her buttocks, grabbed her right arm and bit down hard. The taste of moon dust mingled with the taste of iron, and she concentrated with all her will on the searing pain until it drowned out the maelstrom in her head.
The arm still between her teeth, she opened her eyes again and looked at the blue ball that towered above her, mocking her. In this wasteland, it was the only source of colour, and she both yearned for and hated it. She bit down harder again.
This is all your fault, you know, she thought. You had to banish the bad sister because you ignored the good one. It's your fault!
A tear rolled down her cheek onto her arm. It mingled with a drop of blood, and together they dripped onto the grey dust where they dried, together and unconsoled for a thousand years to come.