Necromancy: The Beginning

Magic is key.

-Random Black Guy Who is Likely Insane.

For the world, magic is the single most important thing that could possibly exist. The sun would remain stationary in a single point in the sky, and burn the world to ash. The moon would do the exact same thing, but freeze the world over.

Magic has always existed, and it would always exist. It has become a permanent and irreplaceable part of nature, and nothing could change it. Individuals who could shape magic to their own wills have always used it for the betterment of the world. The world is literally shaped by magic, and magic dwells at it's core.

There are, however, individuals who would use the magic to condemn others. They would oppress or use magic to take from others. These individuals are always stopped, but this fact changes nothing. There are always others who are dealt a bad card in life. They are weak, abused, or see the world as 'inefficient', or 'cruel'. They seek power to change what they see, even if it means harming those they fight for. Does this make these people wrong?

They truly fight for peace, and even die trying to uphold this dream. Are they evil for it?

That would depend on the way that you view it.

One town, Ponyville, has seen the workings of these 'evil' beings, and personally felt their magic. This town, while fending off great evils in the past, has to overcome the oddest and most random things you could think of. Most individuals would pack up their belongings, and high-tail it out of there. These individuals however, are protected. These individuals are safe.

But what happens when their personal bubble of safety is penetrated?

It was nighttime in Ponyville. Most of the town's population would be in their beds at this particular night. The cold, whispering air seemed ghostly and the emptiness complimented this feature. Every vendor stand was closed up, and lightly boarded. The normal colors of the day were faded and barely illuminated. What few lamps that were active made the place look like an impressionist's art, showing how... miserable the night is. These impressionists are gravely wrong.

The night exists as a way to tell your body- and by extension, the world- to calm down, and rest. Over centuries, ponies have developed various activities to keep themselves entertained; be it the natural coitus or businesses that are only open at night. These were initially designed to 'brighten' up the night a little bit. There really was never any reason to do such things. No, in the opinion of the local baby dragon, the night is cherish-able on its own.

The small fire-breather enjoys the night. It's his own little island of freedom and solitude. He always uses this time to rest his mind and muscles. Tonight's night however, was very different. Something possessed the small, purple creature to come outside and walk around. 'There's nopony out here' he assured himself. 'It's a really cold night'

But why was he outside, then?