Eventually, Luna’s name was called, and it did not take long. The pitter patter of her feet could have been heard as she entered the stage from the back and stood still at the center to introduce herself. Her words were formal. Her posture was poised. And now, she was about to be set loose into -

❝ And I’ll make sure to give you a good show. It might lift your spirits. ❞ Luna offered another gaze of affection towards her friend. A part of her now decided that she wasn’t just doing this for her now. Natsuki too… deserved something bright, something happy. Even if she couldn’t experience it -

If listened to enough times, one could even get used to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Maybe with enough time, she’d be able to understand. Take that pill completely. Hesitancy, uncertainty, still flowed relentlessly through her mind. She sensed that something like this could not so easily -

❝ I would… like that. ❞ Luna’s fingers instinctively wrapped themselves around the pinkette’s tightly. She felt comfort in her touch. Somewhere deep within her, she could sense the effort to try; that resolute resolve. That was enough for her right now. Without even saying a word, Miss Sonata -

A common practice in witch culture was… what was to be done when there was a problematic relationship. When the partner learned too much, began to expose too much. Luckily, Luna thought she had avoided this. She had told off the council and successfully convinced them to leave her alone. -

The way she says it so blankly… To Luna’s unique senses, it is almost akin to the goosebump-inducing feeling of being lied to and knowing that you are. However, she can still notice something. Her genuine effort into making a smile. Luna softly nods in return and tries one herself, successfully. -

❝ I-I… uh… I just auditioned for a local theater production. I want to… become an actress… ❞ She would explain with a bit more chipperness in her voice. Though a bit of hesitancy and nervousness too. It felt almost like she was facing the woman in the hallway once more. A hand was held to her arm -

For Luna… it was much more… noticeable than usual. Usually, she heard people’s own unique melodies quite clearly. As if it were a part of their identity that she could sense and feel. But from Natsuki now, she felt… rather unnerved. A bit frightened by the sheer lack of everything there. Her own -

The woman opens up what looks like a small mobile phone. Her eyes are glued to it for a moment. On it are a set of dates adjacent to various ads for her local community theater. Looking up to the sky for a moment, she holds her hand to her heart, as if awaiting a blessing from the heavens to wish -

[ youtu.be/7VgNG8theUw?... ] When the witch makes her way down the steps of the staircase leading to her estate, every little step causes the sound of a piano chord. Almost like she’s playing hop-scotch, she spreads her legs and feet out, dramatically accentuating every movement as she hops down -

❝ Let’s do this my way. The right way. ❞ Armed with a conductor’s baton, she exits her creaky old mansion and spreads her arms at her sides. A devious smile crosses her face as she basks in her own glory. The connection to the witches council severed. ❝ GYEEH-HAAH-HAAH-HAH~! ❞

❝ You know what?! You’re right! ❞ She suddenly rises from her seat and folds her arms. A rebellious nature that’s always been there, but now properly allowed to foster boils out from her heart. ❝ Why should I have to let someone else decide what’s good for me anyway?! I’m tired of listening! ❞

❝ Ghh…! I do! ( 💢 ) ❞ She holds her hand back, fingers running through her own. A huff. It seems she’s gotten a little less docile when it comes to this subject too. ❝ Why can’t she just leave me alone?! If I’m going to fight anyway, I’d at least like it to be on my own terms… ❞

❝ Yes….. Was it… too hard to understand….? ❞

❝ Exactly that. ❞ A large hiss escaped the mouth of the witch before she turned over her head and let out another soft whine. ❝ She went easier on me because I’m a younger witch though. So it wasn’t too bad… ❞

❝ Aside from getting a scolding from the head witch… I’m fine… ❞ Luna slightly whines as she places her head across the table. She shouldn’t be so paranoid. She only visits once a month, but… She’s still scary…

❝ U-Um… Yes, that is… also an option. ❞ She looks around just to check if no one is watching. Good thing they’re not. Or her goose would’ve been cooked…

❝ It was a metaphor…………. ❞

❝ When you wish upon a star, all of your dreams come true. Just don’t be surprised… when the stars start to ask for something in return… Iiiiiihihihihihihiahahahahahaha! ❞

She’s gotten a call from / her /. … She can’t afford to go soft.

( 𝒜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇'𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉... ) #MVRP ⚠️Parody; not affiliated with any artists. ( sħɇ's Ⱥłønɇ. )

❝ Yes, please.. I’d… I’d want all of that. ❞ How freeing was it to say those words. To actually hear those words come out of her mouth instead of being locked inside forever. At that point, she stopped allowing her mind to make the decisions for her. She simply allowed her heart to make the -

❝ . . . You really are too kind to me. I’m glad you are . . . my first friend. ❞ The girl manages through her tears. She’s a mess, far from the calm and collected disruptor of reality she had seen earlier. The cage is broken and everything that had been kept inside is suddenly released. -

❝ Y-Yes… You can call me that… ❞ How unusual. Her body felt like an ice dome that was melting under the hottest sun of the summer. She felt so happy, the happiest she had ever been. Yet so sad that it was only for a little while. Her hand reached out for, really anything, but it managed to find -

❝ A cl…ub… Friends… I’d like that. ❞ She didn’t know why, but the witch had begun to discard tears then and there. Didn’t even know she was holding them back. Her hand rose up to her cheek and just felt against the waterworks that were falling down her skin. She caressed her own tears, hoping -

❝ Well… they are like poetry in a way. Sometimes I have to write lyrics if I’m writing a musical. And those are pretty similar… with their rhymes and stanzas. ❞ She would explain. She could feel the faintest blush at her encouragement. Not many had been willing to support her more artistic -

❝ My… My interests… Hm… ❞ The witch tried scrying her own brain that anything that made her truly happy. Music was one thing but she had made it one of the biggest centerpieces of her life. It felt like more than just a common hobby. As she was led to the bench, awkwardly sitting herself down -

❝ I… matter… ❞ She responds introspectively, her hand placed over her heart. It’s such a strange thing to accept. All this time, she thought she was a mere tool. But now… she felt she was granted the permission to be more. ❝ If you’re sure, then… ❞ Perhaps she could let down her guard just -

❝ The piano, the organ, violins, drums, guitars, the flute, the ocarina, the xylophone… anything you can think of… I’ve learned… out of love… out of passion… ❞ It was truly one of the most wonderful things in this world, music. Even in her villainous actions, she found a way to incorporate that -

Why was she being fought for…? Why was she being cared for…? This wasn’t right. Wasn’t correct. It seemed more like to her that she was the princess, locked in a tower, waiting for someone to save her. But in reality, she was doomed to be a witch. It was a nice feeling but, it wasn’t meant to -

❝ . . . ❞ Sonata’s breath hitches for a moment, choked up at the outburst of the pinkette. Why did she care so much? Wasn’t she supposed to hate her? Want to destroy her? Even if she wasn’t The One, surely she’d dislike her for putting her through that illusion. She didn’t understand… -

❝ I do not… consider myself much of a person at all… I was born from a woman’s womb. I grew up breathing, eating, and sleeping as any child would. But I do not feel….. human. ❞ She’d argue, though her voice was breaking just saying such cruel words to herself. For they were less her truest -

❝ And yet… I found them… …convincing… ❞ The woman speaks hoarsely. In a blank, monotone, almost brainwashed tone. Speaking propaganda; relaying it, yet there’s some part of her that truly believes that what she’s doing is correct. ❝ Injustice is everywhere in the world. People get killed for no -

The woman’s lips seal themselves up for a moment. She hasn’t been asked this before, so it takes a while to properly respond — without resorting to something cryptic or cruel. Her voice starts to drop. ❝ When you are little, it is… almost conditioned into you through the stories you consume, the -

❝ Fahahahaha…! Spoken like a true heroine. Defying the unseen authority, defying fate, proving that anyone can rebel if they try. That’s exactly the kind of speech that would’ve broken my spell. A beautiful ending to a symphony that never was. You’re asking me if that’s what I want? Who wouldn’t -

❝ Please, you read comics. I would have expected you of all people to understand. It’s a trope. A narrative beat. It is. Supposed. To happen. Fated. ❞

❝ Goooood eeeeveenniinng… ❞

❝ Seems like the jig is up, isn’t it? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I would have taken your soul, dropped a seed of vanity into your mind, bound you to my will…! All things you would have eventually overcome through some violent emotional response. You’d come out stronger. Strong enough to destroy me. ❞

❝ Hey, Demi-Fiend. ❞ She raises up her hand for a slap and smacks it down low, only for her to randomly get sent zooming backwards across the room.

❝ If I was still doing it, I wouldn’t be satisfied. When they succeed, I will be satisfied. Does that answer your question? ❞

' 𝙾𝚑-𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚊… 𝙾𝚑-𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚊… 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ƒєℓℓ… ‘ 𝘼𝘿𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙊 𝘿𝘼𝙕𝙕𝙇𝙀 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘿𝘼𝙕𝙕𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 #mvrp | #mlprp | #mlpfimrp ‪⠀‬

( ᴅᴇᴇᴛᴢɪᴇ ) I guess we’re far in as we are that I can spoil what exactly Luna is. She’s from a circle of witches that follow the traditional fairy tale like religion. Each one is given a prophecy that will define their destiny, and all of them end with them dying to a heroine after a long -

( Blink blink. ) Yes, I’m so thirsty.

Huh? I didn’t say anything. It was all in your mind.

( American-accent. ) Wait, you-… that’s the answer. That’s actually the correct answer to the rid-… ( British-accent. ) AH-Eeh-HE-HE-HEEM. Of course, you saw through my ruse. Clever man, disguising your answer, just as I disguise my clues. You are truly a worthy adversary.