Dark as midnight, malignant yet serene in her quiet anger, Nightmare Moon sat waiting upon her throne, wings spread wide as she rose. "There you are, little princess." she sneered, her breath wafting from her mouth in thin clouds, as if the air around her was as cold as bitter winter. "Lay down before me, surrender. Your head on the first step, a firm blow of my hoof, and these nightmares will be gone." the black malice of midnight spoke, her grin a flash of pure white in sharp contrast to her lips. "You can't escape me, little Luna. You have no way of fighting me, and I, indelible part of your soul, will eventually break you. What say you, hmm? Surrender.. or shall I twist this dream into the screaming horror you know I can make it?"