Celestia put the quill down and sighed.
She rolled up the parchment containing the report and whisked it away with magic.
She hoped that they would understand why she wouldn’t send Luna back. She walked over to the window and looked up at the moon. Tears pricked in her eyes and she wept silently.
She heard somepony coming up the stairs to her private chamber, and she hastily dried her tears and stuffed the Moon Diary into her bookcase, out of sight.
The book sat there collecting dust for many years, calling to its author.
Until one day, its prayers were answered.

7 Years Later…

Day 1, Year 1.

Rise and shine old friend.
Your services are required once more.
We must make haste; I fear that my privacy may be disturbed at any minute.
We will hide were they won’t find us, and we can be in peace.
We have much to do.

Luna

Moon Diary 2
By Satriark

Day 52, Year 2.

I have been in isolation for two years. I assume they’ve been looking for me, but they will never find me. I know this place too well, far too well.
I’ve decided to date the day and year since my first day of revelation at the top of each entry.
Just like the old days.
I’m grateful that Celestia repaired my horn, as without it much of this would be impossible.
Anyway, I have planned enough.
They are hungry for blood now, and I can’t deny them their pleasures much longer. It’s nearly time to act, and I’m very thrilled. So many things to kill, I can’t wait to please the voices.
Maybe, when they’re all dead, the voices will leave me in peace.
Maybe.

They hunger now.


Day 61, Year 2.

It has begun.
I dropped myself down in the Everfree Forest today.
It is an odd place, but it shall suffice.
I’m very excited for the plan, oh yes.
First, I’ll put my sister on the sun. She’ll die fairly quickly, but that’s where the charm of the Protection and Resurrection spell come in.
She’ll die in agonizing pain, over and over. The Protection spell should keep her alive for at least four minutes, but will do nothing to ease the pain. Then, her corpse will burn for a few years before being reborn and starting the cycle again.
I plan to keep her there for a tad bit longer than a thousand years. Maybe ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand. Who knows? I’ll see how I’m feeling at the time.
Anyway, after she’s out of the way I can claim her magical strength and double my own, and I’ll have a large manner of new spells to play with.
After that, well, let’s just say my friends will be more then pleased.

So the hunt begins.

Day 74, Year 2.

She’s missing.
Her and her precious little darling Twilight have disappeared, and are hiding from me. No matter, I know how to draw them out.
The voices are angry though, upset that the killings are taking longer than they should. Celestia may not be the first to die, but somepony nearly as special will.
Five will, in fact.

The hunt continues.

Day 80, Year 2.

It took me a while, but I finally got them all.
The precious remaining five elements are here with me, as I write this.
Most were fairly easy, but the blue and orange ones put up quite a fight.
The yellow one has been crying and squirming this whole time, it’s quite infuriating.
I might have to kill her first.
It’s an agonizing wait, with their fresh bodies sitting a few meters from me, just waiting to be cut.
I suppose I should tell her that, maybe the fright would shut her up.
Anyway, I’m copying this entry and sending it to Celestia. I wonder how many I have to slice up before they come.
I can’t just teleport to her, that’s far too obvious. She’s probably waiting to trap and imprison me, and then the plan would be over.
I hope she takes a while to finally give in, so the voices can be fed tonight.

Their blood shall run across the floor.

Day 81, Year 2.

I’ve heard nothing from Celestia, and the voices have been silenced.
The yellow one screamed in pain as cut off her limbs and skin. I used my magic to keep her heart pumping for as long as possible.
Hearing the screams of the others as I hacked their friend apart was magnificent, and fueled my muscles as I ground into her with a dirty hacksaw I found.
I could feel her pulse and heart weakening as her blood spilled onto the floor. I stared into her eyes as the light faded from them, until eventually they closed and death stole her from me. The others are crying and screaming as much as the yellow one was, but I don’t care. I’m free of the voices, and I’m ecstatic. Oh, I hope Celestia waits it out. I’m sending her a note with a scrap of the yellow one’s skin on it. I’m just giddy with excitement, this is too fun.
I’ll write again tomorrow.

Luna the Butcher.

Day 83, Year 2.

Celestia and the Twilight showed up today.
I was about to start killing the blue one, when I heard a buzzing and flash of light behind me. I was prepared and cast the Immobilize spell.
They both froze where they stood and glared at me. The purple one looked sick, and my Immobilize spell was probably the only thing stopping her from ruining my beautifully red floor.
Celestia asked me what I had done and babbled on about apologies and I’m not me and all that.
You have to hear what I said to her before I banished her though. I shut her up and said: “Celestia, I deem you unworthy of ruling Equestria. I hereby claim your magical abilities and banish you to the sun. May you have a pleasant stay; I hope the fire treats you well.” I then cast the appropriate spells and sent her on her merry way.
I was rolling around in the delicious red liquid laughing so hard!
It also felt quite pleasant to have her magic mingle with my own and course through my veins.
I felt so much stronger; I simply had to test it out.
I floated the immobilized purple unicorn in between the remaining three and imagined her exploding, and she did!
She simply swelled up and burst, spraying her blood and intestines all over her friends. Some might say the room was a mess, ankle deep in blood and pony bits all over the walls and ceilings, but I say it’s a work of art.
Now with Celestia out of the way and my magic doubled, I can continue with my plan. Now to dispose of the remaining three ponies, I think I shall test out some incineration enchantments.

I’m glad to be back.

Day 104, Year 2.

The voices are so kind now.
I have pleased them and they have rewarded me with silence, I can barely hear them whisper in the back of my mind.
They say that they are happy, but not quite satisfied yet.
Everypony needs to die, then they shall leave me be.
Part two of the plan is nearly in affect, and I’m perfecting a few spells before I launch the attack.
It shall be grand, I just know it.

Canterlot first, they said.

Day 121, Year 2.

It worked.
Everypony in Canterlot is dead now. Frankly I thought they would put up a bit more of a fight, but no matter. Let me tell you what happened.
I teleported myself into my old home, the Castle. The guards there had been informed of my treachery and tried to arrest me on sight.
I used my first spell from my arsenal of magic on them.
A blast of super-heated tar shot out the end my horn and they screamed in agony as the black, sticky death enveloped them.
I knew I had to be quick; Canterlot has had quite a few evacuation drills. I blasted out a window and flew up into the sky.
I summoned my powers and encased the city in a giant dome.
First, I drained the magic from the area inside the giant bubble, so nopony could use magic but me.
I then cast an oxygen spell on myself and sucked out all the air from inside the dome. I was bubbling with joy as I watched all the little ponies gasping for air and pointlessly trying to escape.
I laughed as I saw a mother crying in despair as her child died in her arms, her following soon after. I watched as fillies ran in panicked fear, before falling on the ground gasping for air. I watched as the light of life left a little girl’s eyes.
It wasn’t long before their bodies littered the floor, their faces frozen in shock and horror. The voices laughed in triumph and complimented me on my work.
I felt so proud. Now I must take out all the little towns, I know it won’t be as magnificent as taking out the capital city, but blood is blood all the same.

I’m the artist of death.

Day 134, Year 2.

The voices hunger again.
They are my masters, and I am their puppet. I think Ponyville is next.
The masters want more blood this time.
But I’m not sure if I do.

Is it worth it?

Day 143, Year 2.

I can’t do it.
Now that the voices have been silenced for a while, I’ve been able to think a lot clearer.
I can’t believe what I did in Canterlot, all those innocent people.
They had done nothing to me.
I took the future from those children, their right to life.
I took a baby from her mother, and a mother from a child. I can still remember it, the look of frustrated hopelessness as she couldn’t save her baby; ease its pain as its lungs collapsed in on themselves. Until eventually the child looked up at her mother in a confused trance, as if to ask why, and death took it. I can’t do it again, but I fear the voices. They exist inside my mind, and will make me do it if I don’t go willingly.

Why me?

Day 262, Year 2.

I can’t hold them off anymore. They’re screaming at me again, destroying my consciousness. I have to do it, I can’t take it anymore.
I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.
I tried to bring Celestia back, but they blocked the spell.
They won’t let anything interfere with their campaign of torture. I wish the citizens of Ponyville knew what was coming, and ran. Ran and hid from the monster I’ve become.

I’m so sorry.

Day 264, Year 2.

It was horrible.
I couldn’t stop myself, they had control of me.
They wanted blood, and got it. They control my mind, and can fully control my magically abilities. Without the bodily limitations, nothing held them back.
They increased the gravity under Ponyville by around four thousand percent.
I can still hear the sudden scream, then sickening crunch of bones, buildings and trees, followed by a heart wrenching silence.
I could see the blood and squished corpses from miles away.
At least their end was quick.
I can’t do this anymore, I must be strong. The voices have been hushed for now and I’ve locked myself in one of the castle rooms and destroyed the key.
I am certain it will ruin my mind, but I hope somepony will come and kill me before I can hurt anypony else.

Why are they so angry?

Day 29, Year 3.

She put up quite a fight, but we are the victors.
We now control her body, as well as her mind.
She isn’t dead; her consciousness still exists in this body. She is now a spectator, unfit to be our pawn.
We will relinquish this body back to her once we are finished. For now, she can only watch.

The Others.

Day 41, Year 3.

It is time.
We find that without the restrictions of simply being part of her psyche, we are much more powerful. Today we launch an attack on the Pegasus City. We only require one spell to do the job, and it shall be grand. We shall continue to write in this Moon Diary, to document our achievements.
We shall write after the deed is done, after the artists have drawn another section to their masterpiece and colored it red with blood.

The Others.

Day 42, Year 3.

Their screams were magnificent.
We simply cast a wave spell to take their wings.
A huge disk of light shot out from my horn and enveloped the entire city.
A hush of confusion silenced the afternoon air, followed by screams of panic as they plummeted from their cloud home.
It appeared like it was raining, but raining flailing, screaming bodies.
Fillies, Mares and Stallions, none were spared.
The whole event lasted around twenty seconds, before the last body smacked and shattered against the ground.
The entire area is filled with crushed mangled bodies, and rivers of blood.
We jumped around and laughed in joy, and ran around in the graveyard.
We can hardly wait for next time. Manehatten is next, but also quite heavily defended.
We shall take our time to plan and practice spells before launching the attack.

The Masters.

Day 201, Year 4.

It’s been a year and a half, but we’ve finally perfected the plan and the appropriate spells. First we need to cast invisibility on ourselves, then teleport ourselves to Manehatten.
We then need to disable the magic in the area, but be careful not to disable our own.
After that we quickly need to encase the area in a magic dome, like our puppet did in Canterlot.
Then we will teleport ourselves out of the area and cast a weather spell over Manehatten.
It shall rain highly concentrated acid all over the city, destroying buildings and melting ponies.
There may not be as much blood as we require, but the smell of burning corpses should suffice.

We shall destroy everything.

Day 202, Year 4.

They have escaped!
They must have evacuated the city after catching wind of our executions. All that time planning, all gone to waste. We are hungry, so very hungry. No matter, we will feast upon the lesser towns until we find the location of the Manehatten population.

We hunger for blood.

Day 226, Year 4.

What is this! Nopony can be found anywhere!
Notices of evacuation litter the towns, but none have any sign of where.
This is infuriating, how could they have organized such a large evacuation in such a little time?
Where could they have gone?
We have tried location spells, but they have blocked out all magic from outside their hiding place.
We can’t continue to hunt; the hunger is ripping us apart. We shall travel to the Zebra and Griffin colonies, and feast there.

The lesser creatures shall suffice.

Day 301, Year 4.

It took us a while, but the deed is done.
Every Zebra and Griffin now lies dead on the ground, none were spared.
But yet, the hunger is still there.
The lesser species aren’t enough to quench our thirst for blood.
We have been satisfied enough to hunt for a while, hopefully we find the ponyfolk.

Why must they hide?

Day 1, Year 5.

We have been searching for nearly two months, to no avail.
It seems like they have disappeared off the surface of the world.
We have a failsafe, of course. It seems like they leave us no choice, but sadly we won’t be able to see or hear their screams.
But we hunger also for death, and death we shall get.

We will destroy the earth.

Day 116, Year 5.

The spell finally finished casting today.
Let us back up a little and write what happened since we left off. After we wrote the journal entry, we teleported ourselves back to our homeland, where we were born.
It felt so good to feel the moon sand under our hooves once again.
We positioned ourselves and aimed our horn at the earth. This was the most complicated, intense spell in the history of ponykind, and we knew it would take a very long time to cast. We have stood in one place, summoning up all the magic inside us and casting this spell for the past one hundred or so days.
But today, on this historic day, the spell was finally unleashed.
A huge beam of dripping and crackling plasmatic magic shot down towards the earth. It struck the surface with a blistering crack and continued down towards the core.
Explosions littered the surface of the earth as fissures and volcanoes erupted with hot lava. Earthquakes shattered the land and untamed the oceans, causing mile high tsunamis to envelope the lands.
The earth caught fire, and burned.
Huge ash clouds blocked out the sky and sun, and Equestria went dark.
All life had been wiped out, and our mission was finished.
You see, the hunger inside us kept us alive.
With it, we had a mission to finish. It was our purpose in life.
Without out, we can no longer exist.
We are fading and Luna’s consciousness is regaining power. The spell has destroyed our horn, and we have only enough magic for a few spells.
We are using this magic to cast resurrection, protection, oxygen, food and sleep spells on this body.
We will leave a message though, before we leave. The message is this: We are inside all of you, inside the mind of every living being.
We are the fear that fabricates your darkest nightmares, and the secret, buried hunger for blood that makes you become one for others.
As long as life exists, we exist too. We are the white noise inside your mind, the sound of silence.
And when we are released, when we become strong and your mind succumbs, nothing will stop us. The hunger must always be satisfied.

Always.

Luna gained consciousness the following day, and immediately remembered everything that had happened.
Her masters had left her, and for the first time in thousands of years, she was truly alone.
She shunned herself; banishing herself down into the depths of the moon.
This is where she will remain until the end of time itself. Without a sun or moon princess that were able to control their elements, the sun and moon initiated the failsafe cycle, and would automatically rise and set on their own.
But with, or without them, life must continue.
Luna's masters had succeeded in destroying the world, but life will find a way.
Millions of years into the future, the earth had repaired itself.
Evolution took its natural course and a new species arose.
Tonight, go outside and look up at the moon. Stare hard into the desolate wasteland that is the lunar surface.
Maybe, just maybe, you will feel her staring back.
The Princess of the Night.

The End

Moon Diary III
By Satriark

John Bluefield slammed his fists against his hardwood table desk.
Searing pain shot forth from his wrists, but he barely felt it. Sweat beaded his forehead and his hands shook as he sat glaring wide eyed at the computer screen.
His password cracking program furiously scanned through all possible numbers and letters, trying desperately to crack open an email address for its master.
John was a top member of an internet based group called Anonymous, specializing in freedom protests and hacking. He was also the founder of the website www.mareonthemoon.com, a website for gathering all information on the fabled Mare on the Moon.
Three years ago archeologists made a startling discovery in vast forests of South America.
An extremely ancient city was found, dating back at least forty million years. Most of the city was destroyed and overgrown; the only thing left standing was a castle that stood hidden on a nearby mountain.
A dig site quickly erected around the area, and it made worldwide news. Many books and writings were found, though all in an ancient language.
Large framed pictures, preserved in glass hung proudly from the ancient walls of the castle. Horse looking beings filled the pictures, and told the tale of a magnificent race that once ruled the planet.
Dubbed Equestrians, these beings could write, build and socialize. Physical proof of Equestrians was never found in the castle, no ancient remains or anything. But, this was the first sign of intelligence other than humans ever found.
The Amazon in which the castle was discovered was combed for any other Equestrian ruins, any other towns or cities. None were found.
The search went quiet for one and a half years, until the next major discovery was found.
A massive bunker was found deep underneath the castle that was discovered in the Amazon a year earlier. Spanning miles wide and long, this was the largest underground complex that has ever been built.
Millions of Equestrian skeletons filled the bunker, hiding under ancient tents and beds. A large tunnel that once led to the surface was plugged with volcanic rock and ash. Some of the skeletons had horns atop their heads, and others had wings on their bodies. Named Unicorns and Pegasi after the old legends, these skeletons were brought out and studied deeply. Nobody knows why the Equestrian Race hid in the bunker, except that their reason was genuine.
All other remains of the Equestrian civilization were erased from the face of the planet in a massive extinction event named the Day of Fire.
The Day of Fire was thought similar to the extinction event that killed the dinosaurs, if not the same one.
After physical evidence of their existence was found, the Archeologists turned their attention to deciphering the ancient books of the castle. This is where the legend of the Mare on the Moon came from.
In the top room of the castle, thought to be where royalty once stayed, a book filled with notes and pictures was discovered.
The pictures told a tale of two sisters who ruled Old Earth, and could summon forth the sun and moon using their horns as a sort of magic device.
The Equestrians played and lived in the sunlight brought forth by one of the sisters, but shunned and slept through the others.
The night sister was insulted and attempted to take over Old Earth under her rule, and bring forth an everlasting night. The sun sister managed to stop her, and banish her to the moon for a thousand years.
Here, the handwriting changed to a scribbled frantic one, and the style of drawing changed also. It was clear that another Equestrian had picked up the book and continued the study.
The pictures drawn by the other Equestrian finished the tale. After her thousand year imprisonment was over, the night sister returned and re-attempted to rule Old Earth. However, she was quickly defeated by six magical Equestrians, and returned to her calm old self.
Seven years later, the night sister’s personality changed and her mind collapsed for unknown reasons.
She began to slaughter mass amounts of Equestrians all over the world.
A worldwide evacuation was ordered, in an attempt to save the race from the extinction. They retreated to the bunker far beneath the castle, one that had been built many years before in case of a disaster.
The pictures and writing ended there, and it was assumed that the author had drafted this before moving to the bunker themselves.

Ding!

John Bluefield was ripped from his memories by a startling but innocent noise that came from his computer.
He snapped his vision up to the screen and pushed his thick glasses up to his eyes.
The password for the email address had been found, and the Hotmail stood open sheepishly on his screen. He whooped in victory and fisted the air.
He quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead and began scanning the inbox for any information regarding the Equestrians.
Shipping invoices, personal emails, government business, schedules, almost everything you could think of except for Equestrian information.
He slammed his hand down onto the keyboard in frustration and put his head in his hands. In his anguish, he struck the refresh key and the inbox flickered and reloaded to reveal another email had just come in.
He squeaked his eyes open and looked at the tile of the new email.
‘FirebirdMissionDetails’.
He frowned in confusion and clicked open the email. The text box was blank, and a lone attachment was the only thing sent. He clicked on the file and the download options screen came up.
LunarMissionTOPSECRET.avi was the file that was quickly forming on his hard drive.
His palms started to sweat and a smirk grew on his face as he waited impatiently for the download to finish.
His bundle of virus protection services scanned the file over thoroughly and gave it the OK. He squeed with joy and navigated to his download folder and clicked open the file, and a clip began to play.