The Filly of Shadows

"How do you do Shadow Light! It's great to meet ya!" Apple Bloom said happily, giving Shadow Light a very very strong hand shake. "So what are you doing in the Castle of the Two Sisters? We're here to try to earn out cutie marks."

The question took Shadow Light by surprise, who were the two sisters? She decided to do a little fib. "I was here exploring! Um, I heard about the amazing..." She trailed off, looking around the room for something that would be suitable for her fib, then she saw her sister flickering in the corner,"Shadow pony! Yeah. Arn't they supposed to be cool?"

Shadow Light felt her cheeks light up as Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootloo all stared at her like she was nutty. Scootloo was the first to speak,"What are you talking about? The Pony of Shadows is not cool, cause' she's evil. And there's only one shadow pony." Scootloo eyed Shadow Light suspiciously. "Besides, why would you even look for some old foal's tale that doesn't even exist?"

"She isn't evil! I know that for a fact!" Shadow Light just couldn't help herself, her mom was not evil! Why would anypony think that!

"Yeah she is!" Sweetie Belle squeaked.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because! She's the leftover dark magic from Nightmare Moon's banishment!"

"Who's Nightmare Moon?"

Shadow Light wanted to scream at the question she had just asked, they were staring at her again! But seriously, who was Nightmare Moon, and why did her name sound so familiar?

"Your not from around here, are you?" Applebloom asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, yes?"

"Okay, but still! How can you NOT know who Nightmare Moon is. It makes no sense!"

"Sorry." Shadow Light sighed as she scuffed her hooves at the ground, she knew that she wouldn't be able to make friends, they were all probably not going to like her because of how dumb she was.

Sweetie Belle was about to open up her mouth to reply, but then a giant scream cut off what she was about to say. Everypony's, except for Shadow Light, eyes widened in fear. The same thought swimming through the three fillies on the quest for their cutie mark, who was that? And why did they scream?

"Ah think that we should probably get out of here!" Applebloom shivered,"Ah think that their might actually be a Pony of Shadows Shadow Light."

"Theirs no such thing as the Pony of Shadows. Besides, even if their was a Pony of Shadows, it would be too scared to even come out and face us!" Scootloo boasted. Another scream ripped through the quiet air. Scootloo's eyes went wide and she leaped all the way to the ceiling, no wings used for help.

"Yeah, because the Pony of Shadows will be sooooo scared of a cat." Sweetie Belle teased.

"Hey! No fair! That scream came out of nowhere!" Scootloo defended as she fluttered down onto the ground.

"Whatever you say. Cat."

"I'm not a cat!"

"Are to."

"Are not."

"Are to."

"Are not!"

"Are to."

"Are NOT!"

"Are to!"

"ARE NOT!"

"ARE TO!"

"ARE NO-"

"Uh, how bout' we stop arguing about if Scootloo is a cat, we should probably get out of the castle." Applebloom tried to suggest.

"What? We're leaving already?" Shadow Light asked already, leaving the castle seemed almost terrifying.

"Well why wouldn't we? It's getting dark out, and those screams are really freaking me out." Sweetie Belle asked, done with her petty argument with Scootloo.

"Yeah, and Ah'm getting a little more convinced that the Pony of Shadows is real." Apple Bloom added.

Then, the door suddenly creaked open. Everypony, but Shadow Light, failed to notice the teenage shadow pony. The remaining cloaks rustled. Nopony had touched them. Then there was heavy breathing. Everypony huddled into a tiny group. Shadow Light knew that it was her sister, and that she would never hurt anyponies, but everpony else seemed to like to do it.

"Ah'm scared!" Applebloom cried, tears forming.

"Me to!" Sweetie wailed.

Scootloo stayed silent, her eyes wide. Then, Shadow Light's big sister revealed herself. It was obvious that she hadn't heard about Shadow Light's transformation. Her big sister then lunged straight towards the tiny group.