What was I thinking when I challenged her?
Nothing.
Thinking is for smart ponies.
Ponies that know what they’re doing.
I am not a smart pony.
I wanted peace.
They wanted war.
They had hundreds.
Thousands.
Millions.
What did I have?
Nothing.
One.
I want what is best for the realm.
Not what is best for any one pony.
I wanted everything back to normal.
I wanted her.
To be held by her.
Comforted by her.
Maybe even loved.
Yet here we are.
Torn apart.
Family against family.
Apart from each other.
Separated by the ever-growing threat of war.
How did this happen?
How did she fall so far?
This isn’t like her.
This isn’t the moon that I loved.
This wasn’t the sun I worshiped.
This was a Nightmare.
I can only hope I wake up from it.
