Prophecies are frustratingly vague at best and prone to misinterpretation at worst. A thousand years after the prophesy of the return of Nightmane Moon was given I had all of Equestria on watch for what horror would be unleashed. A century later I was imprisoned in the moon.

Canterlot surrounded by a dark angry cloud. There is no clear threat this prophecy speaks of but I can feel the malevolence of the swarm and know it means harm to me and my subjects.

I would have Canterlot prepared. I would have the city bristling with enough weapons and magic to slay ten thousand dragons but Celestia will not allow it. She cites a thousand years of peace as defense for her pacifism but she knows nothing. The world watched our bloody civil war in terror. Word spread to the four corners of how the paradise of Equestria had savagely bloodied itself. How I had bloodied it.

For centuries we were feared and for centuries Celestia’s platitudes staved off the advances of our enemies but this prophesy speaks of a very near day when a conqueror will set their eyes on nothing less than the whole of Equestria. If Celestia will not allow me to train her guard in earnest then I must ensure that my own stands doubly ready for the coming storm.
-L