A nightmare. Someone was dreaming terribly. This could not be so. Luna swept through the sky before she suddenly disappeared. There was a tiny flash of a blue light and no longer did the princess seem to exist in the living world. Or did she? It was hard to say. None ever tracked the location of the moon's guardian before. Perhaps her physical being had returned to the safety of the palace while her spiritual now walked through the dreams.
Where she appeared, her body reared in the clouds of smoke caused by the alien fire and human protection of the great city. A horse, one in Luna's natural shape, lifted its front legs and pawed, wings rising behind in a 2-dimentional way before the smoke was seemingly pushed away by a wind and as it was pushed away, Luna appeared in the remains. Dressed in a beautiful long gown the color of the grey and ashen sky, the princess blinked slowly and looked over the scene.
So. This was it. Or a version of what Clint Barton had told her about. How horrible. Yet it was likely even worse, for it was a dream, and in dreams everything was at stake tenfold.