I was once called Warding Spear. I am... was a pony of Equestria. I did things wrong, bad things.

Now I am on the world of the one who I tried to kill. I also tried to kill his daughter. My ruler, and at one time my employer, sent me here to die. I am still alive, but I am no longer that pony. He died months ago.

I am... somepony new. And I am fed up with calling this world my own.... I looked up from the recording device as the sound of engines came though the clouds. Seven ships appeared, four with the black eagle crescent and three with the flag of what ever country in which I now resided, a collection of red, white, and blue stripes. A strange glow came from them, searching. It focused on me and then stopped. This was about to get interesting.

This is a side story to Night's Children. If you haven't read that one, prepare to be confused.