"Blueblood!" A voice screamed from somewhere outside. All four of us leapt to the window to see who it was.
What we saw was a woman that might have actually been more frightening than my mother.
She was a dark skinned woman with long blue wings and dark blue armor. She had to be at least seven feet tall,
and was wielding a claymore. An aura of blackness seemed to hang around her.
"Hey Luna! How's it hanging?" Morgana shouted to the woman.
"Away witch, where is my nephew?" The woman, Luna shouted.
"He's right here. I don't suppose I could have him for a little bit of fun before you take him back?" Morgana
asked.
"No. He is going directly to military camp for this one. If he won't learn discipline from us, he'll learn it
from the drill sergeant." Luna scowled.
"Fair enough." Morgana shrugged, teleporting Blueblood into the mud next to Luna.
"What happened?" He asked groggily, finally regaining consciousness.
"You have attempted to declare war on a woman who has done nothing wrong." Luna said.
"Nothing? I'm sorry, have you met her?" Maedel shouted.
"Nothing wrong to Equestria at least." Luna said.
"She insulted me." Blueblood whined.
"Of course she did, you wear more eyeshadow than I do." Luna said, picking up the spoiled prince with magic.
"That is a horrid lie!" Blueblood said.
"Just like how the Doctor was lying when he said you tried to stop him from entering Canterlot because his
girlfriend had wings?" Luna asked, flying away with her nephew.
"I'm telling you, that girl is just weird." Blueblood huffed, sitting down in the air. A few moments later,
they were out of earshot.
"I don't get it." I said.
"Get what?" Morgana asked.
"Why didn't you try to fight?" I asked.
"Because that's the woman who controls the moon. She is a physical goddess born to this world. She could bring
the tides to my doorstep if she wanted to." Morgana said.
"And she's sexy in that armor." Connie chimed in.
"Well, that too. Wouldn't want to ruin an already perfect figure." Morgana said as she walked to her room.