The worst thing to see in the eyes of a younger sibling is hatred.

There are nights when I still get nightmares about that day, and have to check up on Luna to ensure myself that my nightmares are just that.

Let me correct myself; hatred is the second worst thing to see in a younger sibling's eyes. There are nights Luna comes to me, asking if she might sleep next to me; her eyes filled with an old fear. And I feel so... powerless.

You see, Twilight... even though I rule over the sun, I am far from perfect.