A Fake Face

Who We Are

Who are we? That is the question that you and all of us wonder through the ages, searching for an answer that may or may not exist. Though even if our true identity elude us as well, we still have a history, a bitter one and one that we wish to forget. But even if we want to forget, this is the only thing that we have that is keeping us from our own destruction, the one thing that is keeping us together, but all of it is merely a story now

This is our tale, a tale of how we are never seen by the ponies of Equestria, how 1500 years ago, we denied the idea of harmony, and succumb to the darkness that plague us until today.

We are a race that was famous for our ruthlessness, our power, and our intelligence. We are a race who is loved by the night, but shun in the day.

One ruler exist at the time, he control the sun and the moon, the day and the night. He has given us his trust to guard the ponies that are sleeping in the night, he trust us to create peace during the night, so that they may work during the day

Although we were never in the day, we were beloved as the guardian of the night, we feel the gratefulness of the ponies, and we were proud of what we are, and that gratefulness is what kept us going, what kept us strong, and what kept us together.

Though our arrogance took the best of us, we were strong, intelligent, proud, and united, although we already have glory, power, and harmony, it still wasn't enough for us, we want more, we want more power, and we shall have more power.

That was the thought that consumed us. Even though we already have everything we need, and recognition we deserve, we choose differently

we choose chaos, we choose ruin, we choose our own destruction. We venture to far into the darkness, and was consumed by something we always thought always within our grasp, power and intelligence, those were something that we were always known for, the reason we were both feared and admired by the Ponies.

We are bearer of darkness, and chaos, and that was the power we yearn for, the power to rule, the power that cannot be match, and the power that corrupt us

We spread darkness all over the land, destroying and corrupting everything. We were consumed by power, our arrogance grew strong, and we started to rebel against the ruler. It was stopped and we were defeated, and we were given a chance to redeem our race, to become one again.

But we choose to ignore

Instead our hate grew stronger, we succumb into a far greater darkness, far more than we should, we practice dark arts, necromancy, forbidden spells, and countless other things.

The ruler grew angry, we instead, chose to rebel, and that decision was the thing that force this destiny upon us

We were defeated, and banished, but our leader lay a curse to this land. He said that one day, his own children shall be the leading force that will lead to his demise

The Ruler seemingly ignoring the curse, banished us forever outside of his land, unable to come back, and was basically left to rot, and die.

Though that didn't happen.

Instead, we rose in our newfound land, building our own society, completely outside of the rulers domain, we create our own cities, our own cultures, our own economy even currencies, our own politics, and only their language was the same, and we started to grow

for 500 years, our people was able to strive in our new land, everypony wanted to forget their banishment and just want to start their lives back

But our violent minds, will never let go of conflict

The politics grow, the ponies that are against it will surely rise, rebels form throughout the land, unhappy of what befall lower classes of ponies, worker, farmers, and all the like, as they were left aside, thus a rebellion started, and they faced the founders. The current leader want to keep the land going as it is, but the rebels wanted change, and thus a battle ensued for 700 long years.

The rebels were no small organization, they were half of the ponies of the land, and the other half still loyal to the current politics. And so the land was split to two, both sides hating each other, both sides defending themselves, and both sides equally powerful.

Though one day, the bloody war stopped, just like that, just a truce that was made, due the death of the original ruler that is responsible for our banishment. But it does not mean the war is over. Hatred still looms over the land, and both sides aren't going to give up trying to make their side win, and thus began a cold war

Each sides develop technologies, magic spells, and ways to destroy their opposition, and also to make their lives on their side enjoyable to a degree since each side have to fulfill their needs on their own, importing product is out of the question and can be considered a crime to do so

and the cold war continue until today. Still raging, though silent

This is the story of who we are and who we were. A race once noble, once honored, turned into war scarred animals. And for us,  the people, all that remain was only a saying, the curse never happened, the old ruler has died, we never earn our salvation nor did we ever leave this land. Only one thing keeps us moving, an old saying

“Keep going and find your light”

those are the words we hold dear, the one that gives us hope, and the one to remind us that we shall never be saved, and the reminder that we have fallen, by our own hooves. But those words, is the only thing that's left, a spark so that we may continue lining

This is our story

For we are a creature that is damned by the sun, and banished by the moon

We Are Vampires