Chronicles of Midnight

"Starlight Crescent? That makes...I don't know how much sense that makes."

"Not meant too."

Oh."

The newly named Starlight made her way to the Throne Room, as she walked, she stumbled several times on her way, when Rarity caught sight of her when she fell for the third time.

"Who might you be, darling?" Starlight jumped, and turned around quickly. "Oh! Rarity! You don't recognize me, do you?" She said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. Rarity tilted her head in confusion, before asking why. "Whatever do you mean, darling? Am I supposed to?" Starlight nodded slowly, before turning around quickly, hearing the sound of footsteps. "Oi! Who might go there?" She shouted, not caring who it was. She wanted to make sure nothing went wrong, as she tried to explain to Rarity who she really was. The source of the footsteps rounded the corner, and stopped suddenly.

"Who the hell are you?" The source was Shining Armour, somepony that Starlight was never on good terms with, even before she was gender bent. "Please, one might think you'd recognize your old sparring buddy. I am insulted!" She proclaimed, waving her hand as if dismissing the Captain. Shining drew from his waist a dagger, and looked at Starlight with suspicion.

"If you are Storm, what's our win-loss-draw ratio?"

"98-96-12," Starlight replied effortlessly, "You convinced its me, yet?" Shining Armour sheathed the dagger, and bowed, knowing the ratios were never made public, as is the deal between Storm and himself.

"My apologies, your high-"

"Don't. Just....don't."