It was a cold and stormy day, with winds ripping through the trees threatening to topple them. Rain fell in a never ending deluge, as lightning crackled in the air. Massive flashes were followed immediately by earsplitting booms of thunder. And in the heart of the storm, where the torrents and whips of lightning were strongest, was a single being. It wasn't a pony, not even a draconicus. It was something new to this world, something new yet eerily familiar. Birds began to fly into the storms squawking and filling the air with noise. Suddenly a single, flaming, solid red eye opened on the strange entity. It stretched a mighty pair of leathery wings apart, taking up half the sky it seemed. It’s massive claws cut swaths through the flocks of birds, eviscerating any that were hit. Then it opened it’s scaly snout and released a mighty roar, followed by a massive plume of fire, miles high. This beast had a form similar to that of a dragon, but one far larger than anything seen in the world, and gave off an aura unlike any living creature. Everything about this beast screamed death, not greed like any normal dragon, death, and this one was going to have that.

In a small town, not far from sea, sat a pony. His midnight black fur, and crossed sword cutie mark told everyone who knew anything about Luna, exactly who this pony was. The high general of the night court himself, Midnight Wing. His feats in battle were legendary, having stopped a griffon raid, a diamond dog ambush, and once with nothing but a few men, chased of a dragon. He was very well known and greatly respected. He had been brought out here by his loving wife, and soon to be mother of his children. They walked along the shore line, reminiscing about all the time they had spent together and crazy adventures they had. Yet for some reason, tonight seemed odd. Something about the night spoke ill to him. He chose to tuck that feeling away and focus on the time with his wife.

At least focus on it until the earsplitting roar was heard. In all of Midnight’s adventure and feats he had heard many roars, but none of them soundly as ghastly or as murder filled as that one. The roar was earth shattering and the sudden rush of air that followed made him and his wife shield their faces from the sand kicked up in it. When the sand cleared and they looked back they were face to face with a monster like nothing midnight had seen. He could tell it was supposed to be a dragon, but this one was so different from the others he had seen. Where they had four legs this one had two, and it’s massive wings replaced the others. It’s snout was short and more rounded then a normal dragon. It’s eyes glowed like two furnaces, speaking death to any who saw them. It’s scales were black as night with red tinges around the wings and jaws. It’s teeth were razor sharp and jutted from its mouth like thousands of dagger. And it’s tail ended in what looked like a club, covered in spikes longer than a pony.

This was no normal dragon, those simply came in and stole jewels, but they were mostly docile. This was far worse, this beast wanted blood, it asked for death. This beast was something Midnight had only heard stories about as a foal.

“Wyvern” he whisper to himself, eyes filling with fear. “The end of times is upon.”

“Daar lein fen dir” The beast spoke, it’s voice shaking the world it seemed. “ag” The beast opened it’s mouth and let out a plume of fire engulfing the entire beach as well as midnight and his wife. The sand turned to glass and the fur and flesh melted almost instantly. An agonizing pain overtook Midnight’s body before his life vanished completely. The Wyvern spread it’s wings and took flight, seeking more casualties.

Author's Note

Some tagged character will come later. This has been edited to the best of my abilities now.