Her Life, Destroyed (Nightmare's P.O.V)Pain. That's all she felt, physically. Pitch black. That's all she could see. Silence. All she could hear. Loneliness. All she could feel, emotionally. She was gone. Her physical form was gone, ripped from Luna, her original being. She was cast put of existence, left adrift in a place many know only as death. Many know of it, many have experienced it, few have told what they have experienced, yet none have lived in death. They know not of what it really feels like. She does. The midnight black pelted mare with large wings and a long horn, grey eyes with slit pupils, and a billowing mane and tail that looked as if they were made of twilight.
Nightmare Moon was her name. She was floating in the darkness because of her sister and those six fillies. And before that, she was banished to the moon for a thousand years because of a fight with her sister. All she wanted was for the night to be appreciated. Loved. Gazed upon in awe. Her sister rose the sun, and her the night. Everypony loved Celestia, loved her sun. Everypony praised it, played in the day, but shunned Luna, shunned the night. She just wanted to be loved.