Ever since Twilight was a little filly, she had been able to see things, things that shouldn't be there, but were. As she grew older, she realized what those white balls and fuzzy fogs were: the spirits of the dearly departed. Eventually, as she matured and grew into a fine young mare, she could fully make out the apparitions as they appeared in life. She even made friends with several! She felt blessed to hear their stories, of times long gone, and the lore those times held.

But there was one spirit that never told her a story. He would chuckle and say, “Maybe tomorrow”. A samurai, he called himself. Strange, but hey, there’s one in every group, right?

Little did Twilight know, she would eventually learn this samurai’s story. It all started on Nightmare Night in Canterlot, atop old Monument Hill…

(MLP/Shaman King)