Prologue:

A Letter Home

To many, it was typical night in the city that never sleeps. And to be honest, this city was so alive you couldn't sleep even if you wanted to. Every person who called New York City home were doing what they did best at night. It was time to dance, time to drink, and time to live life to the fullest. Men and women scurried about left and right. The weather was transitioning from winter to spring. While the chill was still in the air, it did little to slow anyone down. Some ducked into clubs. Many sashayed into bars. A few stood mesmerized in the look and feel of the big city. It truly was a site to behold. And one woman in particular loved the image of seeing so many embracing the night and reveling in it. She dared to say they thrived in it.

Up, high above the streets, a figure watched from the balcony of her hotel room. From the top floor of the building, the lights from down below could not reach her. Only the light from the half moon and the room could reach her. Garbed only in a black silk robe, her crescent moon earrings and wedding rings caught the light as she brushed her flowing blue hair from her face. Her pale complexion rivaled the moonlight while blue eyes darted to and fro. She had indeed been on the receiving end of many strange looks during her recent trip. Though she wasn't sure of it was from the grace and dignity she radiated or the pale blue hair cascading down her shoulders. If they only knew truth that this young lady was in reality a pony. And this pony was especially happy to see that her night was not going to waste in this city.

"My heart soars to see so many have embraced my beloved night," she said looking up at the moon. "They have not only embraced it, but thrive in it. And it would seem my sister is getting quite adept at creating a wonderful night." Her name was Luna, Princess of Equestria, and it was the final night of her honeymoon. The last three months had been a whirlwind for the Princess of the Night. She had met and fell in love with a man from outside Equestia, fought a war, returned to Nightmare Moon, become a human, met and lost her father, and gotten married. It was quite a lot for any creature to endure. But she managed just fine. Luna adjusted the robe and tightened the belt before turning back to return to her suite. Bare feet patted on the tile floor until she reached the sliding doors. The sound that greeted her upon opening it filled her heart with joy. It was the sound of her husband singing in the shower.

"...mia luna," Rogue Storm bellowed from the bathroom. Unlike Luna, Rogue knew this realm very well. It was where he came from. The prince used to be called Joseph Rigetti, a human. In his previous life, Joseph wore many hats. He was wealthy, disinherited, a student, teacher, pilot, just to name a few. But through fate and a little magic he was now an alicorn, Prince of Equestia, and Luna's husband. He took to his new life like a fish to water. Rogue even stopped thinking of his old self. Even as far as to only answer to his new name. "…tu sei qui con me."

"My moon…," Luna said as she walked through the room and listened. "You are here with me." Luna knew the words Rogue was singing because he had been teaching her some Italian during their travels at her request. Call it cheesy or romantic, but there were some aspects of Rogue former life she wanted to indulge in. The princess passed the massive bed, several bags from their many shopping trips, and came to the room service cart. A delicate hand picked up one of the champagne flutes while the other rose up and was surrounded by a blue aura. Luna used her magic to pull out the chair by the desk and glided over with regal grace. She sipped from the glass and picked up a pen to write a letter to her sister, Queen Celestia, as she had become accustomed to doing during the trip.

Dearest Sister,

As I have stated in all of my previous letters, I continue to be marveled at how much joy marriage has brought me. My honeymoon with darling Rogue has been out of the fairytales you read to me in our youth. I must say that it is quite a wonderful feeling to wake with your morn to the glorious splendor of wedded bliss. And I cannot wait to tell you of all I have seen…

Luna was so entranced by the letter she was writing her sister, she did not notice the water in the bathroom had been shut off. Out of the shower came Rogue, the former human, current prince, and very happily married husband. A hand raised and swept the condensation from the wall sized mirror. Though he was in the form he was born in, Prince Rogue Storm looked at the reflection of him former self as if it was an alien creature. It had been sometime since this roller coaster began. But Rogue still couldn't believe it all. First he stumbles onto a magical land of talking ponies, courted a princess, fought a battle, died, was resurrected as an alicorn, became a prince, and married his wife. But, he took it in stride. The only thing bothering him was how odd Rogue's reflection looked back in human form.

"Hmm," he mused rubbing his chin. "Forgot how strong my chin used to look. But I'd take my wings any day of the week." A hand raised and a white aura surrounded two towels. One twirled around his waist while the other came to the prince's hand. Rogue ran the cloth over his short brown hair and face before drying his arms. As he dried the right arm, Rogue felt the scar that bisected his hourglass tattoo. Memories flooded back of that fateful night in Ponyville and what it led to. Was it all worth it? As the door was opened, Rogue saw the one thing that justified all the insanity that came in the last three months.

The sound of the door opening broke Luna from her train of thought and she smiled at the site of her husband. Rogue raised a hand and his white aura captured the other champagne flute. As it wafted to Rogue, Luna set her pen down and rose from the desk with her champagne in hand.

Rogue did the best to keep a straight face. But watching as Luna glided across the room to with unequalled grace drew a sigh from the prince. Her silk robe flowed with her movements, a delicate hand gently cradled the champagne flute, and the look of love in her eyes would have stopped a weaker man's heart. Or stallion's for that matter.

"How did I get so lucky?" Rogue whispered as he slipped his hand around the swell of Luna's back. "My wife redefines elegance and beauty."

"Thou art not the only one blessed by luck," Luna replied. She let her left hand slide around her husband's neck and the two loves leaned into each other. Eyes closed and lips met as two hearts proved they were beating as one. It was a chaste kiss, but long and filled with the passion rarely found outside of fairytales. Both Luna's and Rogue's minds were blank. All they felt was their love for each other. Luna pulled her hand back around her husband and cupped his cheek. The two broke the kiss and Rogue began to hum. Luna smiled as she heard Rogue recite the song from their wedding and the two began to dance.

"Is married life everything you dreamed of?" Rogue asked.

"T'is everything I could have imagined in my wildest dreams," Luna replied. Rogue smiled and raised his glass. Luna did the same and the two toasted their honeymoon. The Princess of the Night took a small sip of champagne while Rogue finished his. "Art thou thirsty?" she chimed.

"No," Rogue said raising his hand. The Prince of the Sky's magic returned and his hand glowed white. The curtain followed and was slowly closed. "But I will be soon…" With a snap of his fingers the lights went out. In the darkness of the room, Luna let out a high pitched squeal followed by laughter.

"Rogue, thou art a scoundrel," she laughed with some glee.

"But I'm your scoundrel," Rogue chuckled.

"Darling, we must prepare to return home come the morn," Luna protested gently.

"I know," Rogue said. "But that's not until tomorrow." Luna laughed and let out a gasp as the sound of cloth flopping to the ground filling the air.

A/N: Bet all of you thought I was gone…nope.

I have spent the last few months going through the plot of this story in my head.

I have it. And with any luck, my creative juices will not stop until you are all satisfied.

However, I'm restarting to get everything going. Cross the Line is being rebooted to get my flow going again. I'll be redoing everything I wrote so far. The chapters already posted will either receive light revisions or complete overhauls. I've been away too long. And it's time to honor my commitment to you all.

To those of you in the New York area this weekend, I'll see you all at New York Comic Con. Who knows, that one guy you bump into may be me…

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