Prologue
It's Ancient History
5 Years Ago

It was a rather typical day in Canterlot, no rain or storms scheduled and not a cloud in sight. The Canterlot University campus was looking as beautiful as every with its freshly groomed lawns and trimmed trees, the building itself as pristine as the day it was built and the bell was ringing, a certain unicorn professor cutting it to the second to make it to his class on time to begin his lecture.

Professor Page walked slowly down the University’s hallway towards his class, reaching the doorway by the final ring as was his way to be perfectly punctual.

"Class. Settle Down." the old Unicorn pony said as he stepped into the classroom and made his way to the podium.

The old unicorn pulled the old saddle bags off his back setting them beside the worn podium before looking back up at his students with a frown on his face. His class was in chaos as parchment gliders sailed through the air from one side of the room to the other while ponies talked and shouted back and forth. He sighed shaking his head before clearing his throat and taking a deep breath.

"I SAID SETTLE DOWN!" he shouted, silencing the room instantly.

He'd always loved the power his voice could bring, at least in the classroom. The old Unicorn pony brought a hoof to his muzzle and cleared his throat once more before smiling up at his students.

"As I told you last week, I was going to see Princess Celestia this past weekend at her request. He reminded.

The old pony stepped out from behind the podium and started slowly pacing back and forth across the classroom with a smile.

"It was suggested I tell a story. An old story none the less." The stallion opened his muzzle to continue when he saw one of his students raise a hoof. He turned and squinted at the pony before his old eyes focused on a young mare.

"So, like, are we going to be treated like foals at story time? I thought this was suppose to be like, an remedial class for Equestrian history and Archeology."

The old stallion chuckled and grinned up at the young Unicorn mare. "Oh, but this most assuredly falls under those subjects." He chuckled and continued. "This story starts many many many many many many...etcetera years ago...." the old pony cantered over switching down the lights to set the atmosphere.

The old stallion took a long deep breath before beginning the old story as most old stories begin.

"Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled together, and created harmony for all the land. To do this, the eldest used her Alicorn powers to raise the sun at dawn; the younger brought out the moon to begin the night. Thus, the two sisters maintained balance for their kingdom and their subjects, all the different types of ponies. As time went on, the younger sister became resentful. The ponies relished and played in the day her elder sister brought forth, but shunned and slept through her beautiful night. One fateful day, the younger Alicorn refused to lower the moon to make way for the dawn. The elder sister tried to reason with her, but the bitterness in the young one's heart had transformed her into a wicked mare of darkness: Nightmare Moon."

"Professor Page, we already know this old legend" A young stallion interrupted causing Dr. Stone to lose the rest of his breath in a long sigh.

"Trust me it gets better." He grumbled before continuing his prologue. "She vowed that she would shroud the land in eternal night. Reluctantly, the elder sister harnessed the most powerful magic known to ponydom: the Elements of Harmony. Using the magic of the Elements of Harmony, she defeated her younger sister and banished her permanently in the moon. The elder sister took on responsibility for both sun and moon; and harmony has been maintained in Equestria for generations since."

Professor Page finished his opening and smiled to his class and sat down before the podium on a worn red cushion.

"Now as was stated when I was interrupted, we know this tale quite well, especially since the return of Nightmare Moon. What no one knows however is that there is an underlying legend hidden and removed from history. A legend I was given permission to tell. Now lets see here, I think it went something like this..." The old stallion pulled a large tome from his saddle bag and set it on the floor. He unlocked the book with the special key given to him by the princess of light herself and flipped it open to the marked page.

“The ancient legend tells of an Alicorn who - while Princesses Celestia and Luna guided the stars and watched from on-high - stood vigil over the land and protected it's inhabitants. A passionate goddess of beauty whose temperament could be as soothing as a summer breeze, to as furious as a raging storm - for such she became known as Tempest.”

“Tempest was a saint amongst the peaceful inhabitants of Equestria, and a blight upon her enemies. However, her temper was often something not easily quelled, and more than once, her fury even became harmful to those whom she strove to protect. It wasn't until the coming of Nightmare Moon that she realized this for herself during the battle to end Luna's chaos. In the end, it was indeed Celestia who faced her sister alone at Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters in the final confrontation and banished her to the moon: but Tempest, being among the ones who fought that war to protect the world from Nightmare Moon's tyranny, finally came to understand just how much of a danger she herself was. Fearing she may become just like Nightmare Moon or worse, Tempest decided to seal herself away as a personal banishment: but made a vow to Celestia that she would return when Equestria was without hope."

The class murmured amongst itself as the students digested and theorized. The old stallion smiled, slowly moving back around behind the podium and placing the ancient tome back in his bags to return to Princess Celestia. He cleared his throat to gain the classes attention, looking at each student to see the curiosity in their eyes. His eyes traveled the room before settling on one student. Professor Page tried to recall the name to match the blur in the back corner of the room. Yes Chip Stone was the stallions name, twenty years even if he recalled correctly. Chip was a light brown almost desert sandy color with a darker brown mane and tail, he had a pair of amber eyes, and a dark brown vest buttoned at the front. Yes the old stallion could see that Chip Stone would do great things indeed.

Author's Note

I'd like to give thanks to my editors Valeska and my friend Ash for assisting with brainstorming and editing as well as story flow.
This is my first story displayed publicly EVAR so go easy on me please n.n;; i have no timescale for upcoming chapters so just bear with it :D