“All yours, Luna,” Celestia said after finishing her daily task of lowering the sun.

“Sleep well, sister,” Luna replied as normal, and raised the moon into the sky. She then waited until the familiar sound of her sister’s snores reached her ears. A grin crossed her face. This would be too easy.

Turning to mist, the Lunar Guardian silently entered the sleeping chamber she shared with her sister and resolidified. Gazing over the sleeping mare brought forth several bitter memories. Memories she wished to forget. This ends tonight, she thought.

Luna produced a dagger from under her wing and firmly held it in her magic. She brought it high above her sleeping sister, poised to kill. Right as she was about to bring it down, she hesitated. Why can’t I do it?! All these years, and still I can’t do it! she mentally berated herself. “No! This ends NOW!” she screamed in rage as she brought the dagger down deep into the chest of her sister.

Celestia screamed in agony as the dagger tore into her chest, but Luna did not relent, plunging the blade into her again and again, blood splattering with each strike. Finally, long after her sister ceased screaming, Luna sank the dagger to its hilt into her chest and released her magical grip on the weapon. She then took a moment to survey her work. The once sparkling white coat was now glistening with blood, courtesy of her torn chest. Organs hung out of the many wounds, torn beyond identification. Luna herself was splattered with blood, testifying to the savageness of her kill. Satisfied, the Lunar Guardian laughed.

“Alas, dear sister, the night WILL last forever!”