Twilight's Knight

As the celebratory lights from Ponyville's newest structure, Princess Luna and Princess Celestia watched with joy as they turned towards their own castle.

"Things are truly looking up now, aren't they, Tia?" Luna spoke to her sister, pulling her dark blue gown behind her.

Celestia nodded as she pulled her own white and gold gown from her feet.

"Truly it is, Luna." she spoke.

They walked together inside the castle from their own private balcony as the lights from the small town finally began to die out, leaving them in the bathing light of their own tower. As they walked towards their respective rooms, they both felt a disturbance coming from a distant place. Neither knew what it was, but judging by how insignificant it seemed, they merely waved it off, and went to their chambers.

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The Greybeards stood out on the edge of the Throat of The World and looked out over the massive expanse of land that they call home as it became ravished by demons and gods that threatened to end so much. They watched as they spilled blood over trivial concepts, power and control. Squabbles of those who have not found peace in the way of the voice. The proud land being washed over by forces of both good and evil. The land once known as Skyrim of Tamriel, but was now referred to as the name given to it by the ones who rose above the Nords. The land now known as Equestria.

The tamers of this land had risen above the dying races of older times, and the Greybeards soon shared their teachings with the rising race, known once as mere ponies. They had adapted to fit the roles of the previous race, even fitting the same clothes and weapons. They had risen up from the ashes of the land like a phoenix and displayed that they were indeed worthy of taking the role of rulers of Tamriel, along with the other races that rose from the darkness of the fallen humans, orcs, elves, and humanoids alike. They had shaped up to their previous rulers’ statuses and had taken the world without seemingly changing anything at all.

That was, until the one known as Lord Tirek had so foolishly ravaged the boundaries between the dark worlds and the mortal worlds, seeking what so many others before him had as well. A goal that brought forth a darkness once thought banished. The ancient doors were opening again, and Oblivion was leaking out into Tamriel once more.

The Greybeards gathered in their main courtyard and began to converse with one another.

“Brothers, I believe that you can also feel what is coming. The war to end all peace is upon us, and we can feel the gates opening.”

“The last time this happened, the World Eater returned to end all. What shall happen this time brother?”

“The gates are opening even further, and through them, the Daedra shall invade the realm of the mortals.”

They all felt shivers sent down their spines, and realized the graveness of the situation.

“What will we do?”

“We shall do what the Greybeards before us did at the End of Eternity.”

The rest of them gasped at this as they began to wonder what was wrong with their brother.

“Why would you suggest something like that? There is no need to bring him into this. What could he do?”

“He is the one that defeated the Traitor. The slayer of Lords. The one who could stare down a Daedric Prince and demand their weapons of holiness. The one that ended Eternity itself.”

They all looked to each other with slight panic evident in their eyes.

“Surely there can be another way.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s him. We must summon him back to the realm of existence. From his throne in Sovrengarde, he shall come forth once again, in our hour of need, and bring balance back to this land.”

They all began to stir about, instruments ready and Thu’um prepared for the mighty song they will soon sing.

“We must summon back the Dovahkiin. We must bring back the Dragonborn.”

"But, what of the new rulers, brother? Surely they wouldn't approve of such a use of the Way of the Voice. What if their solution-"

"Ends up harming more than they can save? The Elements of Harmony were gifted to this land by the Nine, but even now their gifts were not meant to be used for everything. It is through his actions now, that must save this land."

"No. I mean that we shouldn't be the ones to bring him back. There is only one being close enough to the gates that, when he is summoned, they might stand a chance when the moment comes. Only one that may see him not as a threat upon his return. Someone who knows how to sense the good in others, and judges them on what they do for their name. The newest of these rulers, Twilight."

Most of the monks began to nod at this, with murmurs of agreement being heard here and there.

When they finally agreed, a group of them conjured up a dusty yet sturdy book, and prepared to send it to the only one who would be able to summon him, to the one who would bring back the greatest warrior to ever trek across Tamriel.

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Twilight walked into her new living quarters with a gaze that could only be described as pure awe as she looked upon each and every one of its features. The walls seemed to be lined with even more books than she could ever even hope to read in one year! The ceiling stretched about as far as she could see, almost topping that of the Crystal Empire's main tower. The walls shined brilliantly with a hum of power residing from the massive blast that swept the Magic of Friendship across the land. The furniture even seemed to be matching the status of Canterlot Castle, with red carpets and gold-plated chairs with lavender focus. The walls were embedded with the insignia of her Cutie Mark, with one massive star in the center, surrounded by five smaller stars, one print on each of the six walls. To the back were twin staircases, which symmetrically led to the high-rise level that held eight individual doors, which she assumed to be rooms. When she focused back to the main foyer, however, she noticed some more oddities that plagued her mind with even more questions since she opened the doors to her new estate.

To her left was an assortment of odd trinkets she had never seen before, like a table with blue runes and a green ball between rows of candles, and a strangely shaped piece of metal that sat next to an enchanted oven and water bed of sorts. She noticed that since the castle came up, it was filled with such odd things in nearly every nook and cranny. As the great doors behind her shut with a loud thud, she noticed a flash of light at the edge of her vision by a table.

When she approached the table, she noticed the small book that seemed to have been placed there for her. As she reached for it, she felt a massive amount of power rising from it, behind a veil of dust and age. She wiped the dust off with her magic and held the book out in front of her to see. She stared at the cover of the book, unaware of the very way that it would soon change her very existence.