It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

I've always thought that my life was great. Even though it had its moments of suck, it was still great. I had everything - my friends, The Cutie Mark Crusaders, the endless crusade to find my talent. Rainbow Dash, my idol, my nonpareil, the best pony in all of Equestria.

It didn't matter that I was living in an orphanage. It didn't matter that I couldn't fly yet. But there are times when you discover things about yourself that should have remained undiscovered.

The being inside me. It calls for blood. For murder. I am trying my best to fight it, but at times I wonder if I should. Maybe this is who I really am - maybe I can change it. Use it for good. Become a hero.

But what are the chances, that when I think I am using it for good, I'm not being used? What if I am just playing a part in its plan? Am I really just a pawn in its dark tendrils and nothing more?

I'm so scared. So tired. I cannot fight it. It's so close...

Darkness... all around me.

Warning: Contains explicit gore and swearing, brutal deaths of background characters and mental breaking of Scootaloo. Tread carefully.

A first-person story!

Editors: Gidget_TheGear, Messoria.
Cover-art: TheLivingShadow