Luna's P.O.V.

I stared as the figure that my sister had admired for all those years slunk into our parents bedchamber. He was different, different from the person who had once sat crying outside the palace gates. The loneliness was still there but it was buried under layers and layers of pure insanity. I wondered briefly exactly what it was that set him over the edge, but perhaps I was afraid to know.
Discord chuckled slightly and snapped his claws the furniture in the room had risen and spun around the room bumping into caramelle cotton clouds, and dancing on spouts of Cioccolato milk. I turned...