Did somepony say nightmare...?

[mareinblack]

Who: Luna and YOU
What: Nightmare plot
When: Right now?
Where: Her dream
Rating: PG???



[It's a meadow; a beautiful one, illuminated under the light of the full moon, large and low on the horizon. The coolness after the heat of the day is refreshing, as shyer creatures make themselves known. The fireflies dance, even as the stars above seem to hum their own stories.

It starts off with whispers. Kind ones, even. "Oh, there's no need to trouble yourself. We're just waiting for your sister." "What a magnificent job! You'll catch up to your sister in no time!"

It gets darker and it gets louder. Pity, chuckling little laughs. Hesitance. Questions about Celestia's approval or the lack thereof. Loudest of all are the silences. The silences broken only by whimpers and cries, the sharp scent of fear that only goes away with the rising of the sun.

It becomes impossible to see and there is nothing to hear, beyond the sound of your own breathing, magnified in this absolute nothing.

And then after an interminable amount of time, there are vividly green, slit-pupil eyes in front of you. The contours of the fully grown alicorn mare can barely be seen in the dark, if not for the glow of her mane and tail. That smile is nothing short of insane.]

"'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Nightmare to the dreamer." [and her grin grows wider]

Comments

[mareinblack]

Conversation? Are we still speaking of love and friendship, balance and harmony? [ew]

It matters not in the end. Power matters. Strength matters. Claws and teeth, muscle and sinew. Would you not agree, lion?

[circleoflife]

[excuse me that is raci-- okay he can see where you're coming from]

No, I would not. I am no barbaric creature; and neither are you, Princess.

Cease with your power cravings at once.

[He's a king, so clearly just demanding something like this should work.]

[mareinblack]

[more riotous laughter] Power? I have enough power to bring the stars themselves crashing into the land. [though that would be more of a case of everything getting swallowed up by flames]

I am merely [smile] reasserting my rights.

[circleoflife]

There is no difference.

I do not know you or your land well enough to take action against you. But I will leave you with this warning, Princess: Good always triumphs over evil.

[mareinblack]

[laughing again]

Good and evil are such relative terms. Lions bring down the weakest, the slowest, those who have strayed from the herd. Are you evil for eating my cousins? Are you good because as king, you have more control over the societal norms that flatter yourself and your kin?

History favors the winner, Mufasa. And the winner will always become 'good.'

[circleoflife]

[blah blah blah keeping blabbing nightmare]

You are wrong. History will always favor that which is noble.

[mareinblack]

[you get a look of disbelief from the crazymare]

Who writes the histories? Historians. Who funds the historians? Various institutions of the private and non-private sector. What do all these institutions have to comply with? Government laws. Who makes these laws? The government. Who gets to run the government? The winner.

[circleoflife]

[OKAY HALF OF THAT JUST LIKE FLEW OVER HIS HEAD. Also honestly he's getting pretty tired of talking to you. It's like talking to a brick wall. You'll get what's coming to you either way, Princess.]

Even if you were to overpower your opposition, there are always those who will remember. And those who wish for the greater good-- and they will win out.

[... no, seriously, can you just change back already, so they can have a conversation that's more intelligent than "Good is better" "No it's not" "Yes it is" "No it's not".]

[mareinblack]

[chuckling]

Naive. They effectively forgot about me within a few hundred years. Even in books, I was reduced to a mere myth.

[circleoflife]

[He opens his mouth, as if he's about to say something...

And then promptly shuts it and turns around to leave.

NOPE.JPG]