Blight Squad

Dawn approached as we were patching ourselves up and healing our wounded. We decided to set up camp a little ways away from the battlefield. I watched the sun rise for the first time in nine days. I ached practically everywhere, my muscles were sore. My entire body yearned to get out of the heavy metal of my armor.

Kwill approached me, a bandage on the left side of his face. "It's getting late," he said, "we should head for bed. We need the rest."

"I know."

Kwill sighed, bid me good-day, and headed to his tent.

I finally realized who I was meant to be. No longer was I afraid of the dark; I yearned for it.
No longer did I walk among the Solar Empire; as far as they were concerned, I was an outcast.

But we all now see a different kind of light. The light of the Moon. For we are, and always will be, Princess Luna's Soldiers of the Night.