Восход Луны

Now I summon you in the name of Moon,

Childrens of the Night, come to mother soon.

In the darkest time you will hear my call.

Hurry to my aid, for I need you all.

The song was becoming more powerful, seeping deeper into the shadows, expanding with hundreds of threads sweepingly and touching the souls, whom it had been addressed to. The silvery moonlight seemed so material, one could touch it, and was waving like surges in the rhythm of the song.

Be it peace or battle, we will stand together.

Our steps are silent, shadows show the way.

Mountains and valleys sleep in fair weather.

Come to me, my childrens, keep the gloom away.

The last wrap of the spiritual power was combined with echoes of the song, which had been quieting down, and I looked around, having sighed. As the moon was reaching its apex majestically, the shadows of the buildings, lanterns, flowerbeds were shortening, disappearing, merging with the constructions, which had been casting them. Having shivered, the moonlight scattered into billions of sparks in some moment. The outlines of doorways, which were dark in the night, suddenly became clear, having been framed by sparkles, and the black silhouettes stepped out of them. Dozens of silent creatures, whose eyes were gleaming in the darkness, were coming out of shadow doors, slipping out of the shades of poles, benches, trees. Thestrals filled the square and nearby streets.

The gust of wind stirred my mane. The formidable silhouettes, which were slitting through the space, materialized around me quickly. One could easily guess, how great were the powers of those new warriors, by their shapes alone. There were three mares as tall as me and a hefty stallion, who was taller than Celestia by a head. I felt a reverent trembling. The deed, which I had done against my sister's will long ago, was not in vain. They did not forget me.

The mighty theslicorns got down on their knees in the solemn bow. The hot breath of the one of them touched my nose.

"Mother of Night, we have been waiting for you" - the slender black mare uttered excitedly. Her armour resembled a skeleton and helmet looked like a skull of a horse.

"You came back, although earlier, than you had promised. Let me embrace you, Mother" - the other half-rose from her bow. She was a light theslicorn, whose body was speckled with shapeless red and grey spots.

I lowered my head in agreement and instantly found myself hugged tightly from all sides by the happy children.

"Calm down, kids, calm down" - I grumbled kindly, patting someone's head with my wing - "Unless you want to crack your mother's ribs"

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Moon Rise, ch. 14 - Healing

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«Lunar Aria»– Luna's song

The stream of magic suddenly soused me from head to toes, as if I had dipped into warm water, and then the pillow flew away from beneath me. Having thought, that I was falling, I made a dash too late in an attempt to keep myself balanced, but became silent in astonishment immediately. The anomaly turned out to be Luna's telekinesis.

Having carried me over the table, the alicorn sat me down next to her carefully and hugged me with her wing. I noticed the bat-stallion's surprised look, however I found myself not caring a bit about his opinion on interspecific and interracial love. Having buried my face in Luna's mane, I whispered under my breath into her ear, which had moved attentively.

"I am so happy, that you were able to win that war, my dear..."

The pony rested her head on my shoulder and sighed sullenly. Probably, she was not going to remember any of this in the morning, but at least in this moment she felt happy, being with me.

I was stupefied with drink, yet I was able to hear Luna's singing next to my ear. Then, having released me, she sat up on the pillow, drew a cookie closer with an unresponsive telekinesis, missed the mouth several times, caught it finally and took a sip of remaining tea.

"I-w-will-sing-now..." - the princess announced solemnly. She got up, having put her forelegs on the table, and stretched her wings upwards in a manner, which I had already known well. She had always stretched herself before some decisive action.

"Ow, something is going to happen" - Northlight muttered with a strange expression. It seemed like he already had the honour to witness Luna's vocal talents.

Grey weightless curls of smoke waved through the alicorn's feathers and interlaced with strands of her mane. The purple gleams of magic flickered ominously below thick lowered eyelashes. The lightning stroke suddenly and lights went out, chilly glow of the moon burst into the room through the balcony and windows.

Luna's quiet whisper sounded like a distant rumble of an approaching storm.

"Well, sister, it is time to remember our story..."

Celestia lowered her ears involuntarily. Her fear was understandable, since the sorceress, who was drunk as a lord, towered above her menacingly. Bat-stallion cast some spell, covering walls and windows with solid magical barrier. Luna was pleased with the impression, she had made, lay down and brushed everything off the table with a wave of her wing. There was no jingle or splashing, the utensils had disappeared in soft twilight without a trace.

Hawing bent over the table, Luna breathed the cloud of silvery steam out, as if she was breathing in the cold. Very soon that cloud took shape of a high mountain. A castle clambered up one of its slopes like a small glimmering sparkle.

The rising sun illuminated Canterlot with a slight wave of the horn. It took a wide ark around the mountain and receded over the invisible horizon, giving its place on the tiny sky to the moon. The brilliant scattered stars were a delight for the eye, and then the canvas of the night blazed up with a fire of a new day.

We were watching the illusion of this eternal cycle with bated breath. The Canterlot castle, illuminated by the flashes of days and nights, was approaching quickly, revealing more and more details. Soon one could spot two alicorns, who were standing on the balcony. The white princess was resting her forelegs on the fence majestically, staring into the distance, and the dark one was sitting with her back to her sister, huddling up miserably in her shadow. Maybe, she was just a shadow herself, lacking a face or a voice.