I have survived mission after mission, killed so many that I lost count.

I’ve done the impossible.

But The Covenant is bearing down on the world, dropping in from space with enormous capital ships and dropship too numerous to count. Aliens bent on the death of humanity.

I feel a sense of loneliness, of finality.

I’m all alone on Reach.

She’s been good to me. She brought me to a team, to friends. She gave me a family, as dysfunctional as it was, and now it’s time to give back to her.

As I watch the Pillar of Autumn launch from drydock and push its way out of Reach’s gravity well, I feel a sense of hope, a sense that humanity will survive. However, my options are limited.

I am SPARTAN-B312. Call-sign, Noble Six.

I’m the last living human on Reach.

And I’m about to kill every Covenant bastard I see.

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I have lived my whole life here in the castle, surrounded by ponies I don’t know and possibly never will. They used to shun me, they used to fear me. Now they scorn and, more often than not, simply pay me no mind beyond greeting the night princess.

However, tonight is an interesting night.

Thousands of lightyears from Path Kethona, around the second planet in the Epsilon Eridani system of our neighbor, lights and fires bloom and burst and fade. Radiation is released, debris is filling the vacuum around it, dark clouds of particulates begin to cover my gaze from the surface. I do not know what is going on, but with this spell I designed, I am going to learn

I have never used this spell before, I need to be prepared for whatever may happen. But I’m pretty sure it's a one way looking glass.

I am Luna, Princess of the night.

And this is why you should never play with unstable magic.

Humanized ponies, set in an alternate reality with deep Halo lore elements.