This is my final entry. I'm looking out of my lonesome house and watching the sun set.

Years have passed since the Brotherhood made a final attack and failed. We eventually traced them back to their main fortresses and defeated them permanently and lit their long-since-dead bodies on fire. We salvaged their fortresses and found an abundance of knowledge that made the great libraries of Equestria pale in comparison. Plans within plans lied within. Chronicles of their lives were recorded and how the Six Marshals had defeated them a decade ago. I had wandered into the main throne room and located the remnants of their great leader. Nothing was left except for his mask. Though I could sense the tainted energies emanating from the mask, I nonetheless took it upon myself. Even though the pulsing agony flowed through me and near drove me to insanity, I put it on and was changed. The dark knowledge drained itself into my mind and I knew so much, but my strength...My resolve was stalwart and unmoving so I was not corrupted as so many of the Brotherhood ponies were. I wandered into the side passage behind the mighty throne and went deep into the caverns into the lowest floor and found how they made the converts into those necrotic ponies. It was a silvery, shimmering pool. Immediately I had begun applying their knowledge and my own into a formula to control the mutation and hopefully remove the corruption from the mix. Though it took me a few years, two-to-three to be correct, I had finally completed it. Something to master the dark magics. I immersed myself with it and transformed anew. I emerged from the silvery liquid. I was taller, stronger, and so much different. My large black wings spread first. They were bat-like, yet harder. My horn shimmered and was long, thin, and spiraling, not just for magic, but also for combat. My irises were more serpentine and I could see perfectly in the dark and further. My ears were thinner and longer and twitched as I heard small sounds that was the dripping off water in one of the caverns. My coat was now a deep black with luminescent green lines through my mane and tail. I gave a chilling smile.

I began reacquainting myself with the mysterious scrawls on the walls and parchments and laughed gleefully. It made so much more sense now. They were now just random snippets of hieroglyphs, but surprisingly complex notes written in their own language and hidden behind interlocking veils of ancient magic. The language was one of Ancient Equestrian and was native to the Southern Isles. I had recalled the symbols from the book I had received and quickly deciphered them. Some were plans for mysterious weapons called Titans that could be controlled with the mind of a pony and his soul. Other plans were for interesting weapons that were fully-automatic guns that could be cooled using a strange liquid that would be pumped into the barrel. The bullets, rather than being round and blunt like the ones we had made, were sharp and elongated for lasting damage. Instead of a crank, they were designed with a large trigger that a pony could held in his arms and hold back while it fired. Other model used a saddle and motions to fire. The only unfortunate part was that they required technology and parts that we lacked currently. Other noted I located detailed powerful spells. Some allowed for a pony to implode organs with a magic twitch. Others allowed for large dark spirals to emerge from the ground and tear/slice a pony to bits. The grotesque images that were provided did not help at all.

Once I had jotted down what I needed, I left the ancient fortress and flew off. I sailed to my village and landed. With a spark of magic, I my body became shadows and I blended in with the darkness behind a building. Several ponies passed by and never realized I was there. With a second spark I tried reverting to my original appearance. I frowned. It didn't work. I tried a few more times with the same result. With great reluctance, I sneaked my way around the city and back into the central house where I lived. I walked in and was met with a gun barrel to the face.

"Hold it right there." said a familiar face. Boltok was standing there with a serious look. I suppose at this point I should finally explain who Boltok is. Not long after I had arrived, Colt was attacked by two Brotherhood scouts at his own home and was killed. His survivor was his estranged son, Boltok, who was a master weapon maker. We quickly became friends and he was both my adviser, guard, and leader gun forger. And now, he was standing by me, I who looked like his father's killers, with an enchanted revolver that was his father's lifework.

"Hey Boltok...S'been a couple hours, huh?" I said weakly.

His gaze did not waver and nor did his burning look. "Who the fuck are you."

"It's me. Dusk. Your buddy."

He jammed the gun harder into my temple. "That's the biggest load of minotaur-shit I've ever heard of."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's true man! Remember that time you got a hooficure and you said it changed your life forever. Especially when you received it from Talon Spelling. Speaking of which, why are you into blonde griffins again?"

Boltok paled slightly and withdrew the gun reluctantly. "No way in hell someone would know about that apart from Dusk. What the fuck happened to you man? You left half a day ago for that creepy-ass castle and didn't come back."

"I uncovered some notes, refined the formula, and took a bathe in a silver pool and came out like this. Oh, and I also put on a mask of the Brotherhood and found about a LOT of stuff.

He holstered his revolver and looked me up and down. "Damn, you look like a fucking Prince at a glowstick party that got slathered in black paint...Or in Levi blood anyways."

I had chuckled lightly and gave him a pat on the back. "Yeah, understandable. But I have an idea. I think I can do this to the other ponies. If they agree anyways."

Boltok glanced as me as he went to relax and get a sip of whisky to calm his nerves and get used to me. "Hard to say if they'll agree. They're still hurting o'er the Brotherhood and now you're suggesting we become like them?"

I shook my head. "No. Not like them. More. We'll embrace the dark to be strong. Not corrupted by it. But balanced. Princess Luna..." I winced a bit at that name as I remembered her. When I was very young, we used to play together and have fun until her mother took her away and I lost a friend. "She had a point. The Night is dark, but it's not evil. We'll be like that. Ponies of the night-"

"Like prostitutes?"

"...No. Like crusaders. Or something like that anyways. We'll use the knowledge that the Brotherhood left behind to further ourselves and to make a society better than Equestria. United. And not one that has leaders who control its citizens to prevent them from learning."

He swayed a bit. "That sounds...Like a good idea, surprisingly enough. Ya think we can do it?"

"I'll my best. But for now, let's just make sure everyone gets used to my changes. Have some of the engineers work on these plans." I said as I tossed him some blueprints. "And get the scribes to bring down the library. We're building a bigger, better, and bolder nation than the city we are."

I stayed true to my word. Within the first three years, we grew exponentially. Unfortunately, the Solar ponies moved away. Permanently. Frost, Glade, Hawke and Rose stayed with me though. They regained their hope. Sierra gradually rejoined me. The remainder of the Solar ponies had stolen lots of our knowledge that we had gathered and escaped. The Cloudchasers build a town on the clouds and lived there. They had formed an uneasy alliance with us, the Darklings as we had grown to be called after half of us became like me, and we now lived in peace. After a decade had flown by, we began preparing for war. The time was coming to come back to Equestria and take back our homeland from Queen Aurora. A term had gradually began floating around.

Revolution.

It was fitting. For here we were. Exiles. Preparing for war, readying our ships, and about to take back a land from a tyrant. Though I never once questioned my resolve or my reasons, I couldn't help but wonder. Why did the Queen become so? But I warded away such thoughts as I tended to matters at hand. The time to act was drawing near and I'd be the one to lead them. Revolution I pondered with a bemused look. "It certainly is fitting"

Author's Note

Just one of two supplementary chapters! I hope you enjoyed the story so far. I'll begin Revolution in the summer.