A boy and his wolf

Care for one last dance?

Celestia is dead, while there is no evidence to back up the theory. Though, there have been wild allegations of foul play.

The Lunar Movement, a faction headed by Princess Luna herself advocating for the now empty throne, is hammering at Equestria from all sides, openly protesting and calling for reform. The Rising Sun, a zealot group of Celestia worshippers have taken to the streets, openly rioting and confronting any LMrs (Lunar Movement) And the icing on the proverbial cake is a message found in the murdered Sun Monarch's room cryptically referring to something called 'the Dawn Protocol'.

It's a bloodbath. And Commander In Chief Twilight Sparkle is up the creak without a paddle. So it's time to reassemble a group of some of the finest mares and stallions the nation has ever had the honor of dishonorably discharging.

We are the sentinels of the dark. Those who burn brightly and ward away all fear within hearts. We are the muses, for we inspire and in turn are inspired by those we watch over. Yet we are lonely. We only have us to watch over in the eternal void of silence, we glitter yet there is no soul which glitters back.

Except for her.