Rising Night: Disharmony's Rise
The street was deserted. The streetlamps emitted a dim glow. A dark figure stood at the end of the street. An alicorn, hair like the night sky, moving of its own accord. She turned in my direction, and smiled at me.
"Night Hunter, it is good to see you again." I bowed, then returned her smile. We see each other every day. Why... "I believe you said there was something strange in the dreamscape." A if on Que, a creature in the shape of a pony walked forward. Instead of a normal being however, its outline was filled with light like the Aurora Borealis.
"The thing in the dreamscape was the phantonis approaching us. I am not able to give it rest. You, however, are. Just tell it it can move on." Princess Luna walked to it, and spoke. The phantonis vanished in a flash of light. Princess Luna walked back, looking rather curious.
"That is not the only reason you called me here, is it?" I felt nervousness well up inside me.
"The gala is tommorrow, and I was wonder-"
"Yes, it is tommorrow night," She intterupted. "I had almost forgotten. I Havana few preperations to finish." The dreamscape dissipated, and I woke up. I sat up, ramming my head into the ceiling. My best friend and former traveling companion, Sliepnir the dragon, poked his head up. He was floored black and silver, curiosity consuming his yellow eyes.
"So, how'd it go?" I put my head in my hooves.
"Terrible. I guess I'm going alone. Again."