Every second of every day, the howling of the wind amplifies with the screams and cries of both mare and foal under the rule of the malevolent sun. We are willing to fight and die for her majesty, Princess Luna, and will not hesitate to do so. If the end of Celestia's rule means the death of the sun, then so be it. For the fire in our hearts shall warm our kin, and light our way as we march through the eternal darkness. And when our assured victory finally comes, we shall be showered with the laughter of colts and fillies, and the joyful tears of mares and stallions.