An Enchanted Midnight.

by FOXTrot2

Rating: everyone
Tags: Other, Nightmare Moon, Original Character, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 1258

An alicorn appears at night, prophecy is fulfilled,but what exactly is the prophecy?and what does it have to do with Midnight?let's find out.

Midnight Sparkle is the sole monarch of Marethage and has made many friends.this is the story of how Midnight and that friendship came to be.

Published 2015-12-20 04:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-20 04:50:01 UTC

A drop of Moonlight.

It’s dark, so dark. Nothing but darkness surrounds me, I get up on all four hooves and breathe out. I can see my breathe and it’s very cold. I start to wonder if I’m dead. The possibilities flood into my mind as I start to panic. What if I’m dead!? I think to myself. But wait a minute…I don’t feel dead. Her ears perk up when she hears a bird wail outside. Outside…I’m in a cave, I think to myself as I start looking for a way out. And then I find it, moonlight projects a beam onto the caves misty surface.

It’s just then I realize I’m standing in a shallow pool of water, and it feels cold, like everything. I slowly inch towards the illuminated patch of water, cautiously looking around. I walk into the ray of light blue moon light and look up at a bright waxing moon. It’s midnight. I think to myself gazing at the captivating moon, just then a sparkle of light flashes across the star painted sky.

The silhouette of a bird flies across the bright sky. The sight of another living thing excites me and I frantically think of ways to get out.
How am I gonna get out? How am I gonna get out!? The mare was starting to sweat from anxiety now, and her horn was sparking pale magenta magic, though the mare did not notice. Panicked notions run through her mind, then her horn finally peaks and--- the dark purple mare disappears in a brilliant flash of magenta light-and reappears above ground.

The panicked mare quickly looks around, scanning the area. How in…in…where am I? I ask myself, then notice the round hole to the cave she teleported out of, approximately one-and-a-half yards away. Then realized: I did it! I did it! The elated mare begins to excitedly bounce in circles, but freezes in place.

Her eyes go wide when she hears a rustling sound come from a nearby bush, unsure of what vile creature could be lurking about. Out of impulse the mare picks up a stick in her magenta aura feebly waving it at the bush, as if to intimidate the creature hiding inside. Then… a little grey bunny hops out, looking at the paranoid mare quizzically. It hops off to vanish into another bush. The mare lets go a sigh of relief that she didn’t realize she was holding. She then looks around again, check marking the area before trailing off into the dark unknown.

After trailing in the dark hollow woods for a little over forty-seven minutes, she stops to rest. Sitting her flank on the dry black soil, she looks up at the moon again.

A question knocks on the backdoor of her mind “How did I get here?” the mare asked aloud as if expecting to receive an answer.

But her only answer was the chilling silence of the forest trees. She breathes a sigh, gets back up on all four hooves and continues her trek into the darkness. She only made it a few hoof-steps before she heard something, a voice, as low and calm as the wind. Curious but still cautious the mare ventures off of her seemingly endless trail and decides to follow the sweet voice.

Deep in the forest a Pegasus mare, of a light soft green, sang into the silent night. Sitting on the inviting ground, letting the cool swaying grass gently caress her body, and letting the moist air soak in her bare fur.

The luminescent butterflies glowed in the dark like miniature night lights. She was content and alone, no pony could bother her here, she told herself. That is until she heard a pony cry out “Ahhhhhhh!!!” No sooner than she looks up a pony lands on her with a heavy “oof!”

The dark purple mare followed the voice to a small clearing in the forest. There, a light green Pegasus lay singing her harmonious tune into the still air.

Excited to see another pony I gallop over there. One of my back hooves trips on a wayward rock sending me tumbling comically down the hill and over a conveniently curved branch. Launching me in the air screaming “Ahhhhhh!!!” as I come falling out of the air like a rock in a pond, crashing into the alarmed mare.

“Owwwwwwww,” we groan in unison. Sitting upright to re-stabilize ourselves, our dazed gazes meet and we both let out a little *yelp!*

“Oh, I’m so, so, so, so sorry! Did I hurt you!?” I half ask, half panic.

“W-Wuh?” the still dazed mare responds. “Oh-yeah, I’m ok, I think. Wait, why did you crash into me? You’re not part of the imperial squadron are you!?” she asks, this time sounding frightened.

Imperial Squadron? ”Umm no? At least I don’t think so,” I reply, which seems to calm down the mare. “I sort of tripped and fell off that hill,” I say pointing a hoof at the treacherous hill.

“Oh…well, what’s your name? I’m Honeycomb.” she says, extending a hoof of greeting. But I don’t take it.

How do I not know my own name!? I start to feel a stream run down my face. “I-I don’t know,” I say.

The cheerful sanctuary lost all comfort. Honeycomb a little surprised and sympathetic, puts a hoof around the mares shoulder to bring some comfort to her.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. We can come up with a name…it’ll be fun!” Honeycomb says, trying to cheer up the now openly sobbing mare.

“O-Ok” she says wiping away the river running down her cheeks.

”Hmmm…how about moonlight?” Honeycomb asks with enthusiasm.

”Hmmm…-,“ I roll it over in my mind, ”-Um, no.” I say still wiping at my face.

”Oh…what about Midnight?” Honeycomb asks, this time with a little less enthusiasm.

‘It’s Midnight.’ I think to myself, gazing at the captivating moon.' ”Yes, YES! That’s a great name! Thank you so much!” I say before giving Honeycomb a big bear hug. ”So what now?” I ask.

”Uhm, you could stick with me?” Honeycomb says. Not really an odd request, just an odd way to ask.

”Ok,”I reply.

So we leave the little crash zone and head deeper into the night, with the moon our only guide.

”So where are we?” I ask, after a long silence stretches too far.

”The DrakeWood Forest,” Honeycomb replies nonchalantly, as if everypony knew.

”No-I mean…Where?” I ask again, trying and failing to find the right words.

”You mean the country?” Honeycomb asks sounding confused.

”Yes.”

”Marethage,” Honeycomb replies, in the same conversant tone.

”Th-thanks,” I reply, slurring a little. Why do I feel so light headed all of a sudden? I slow down just a little, my vision swimming.

“Is something wrong?” Honeycomb asked, with concern semi-clear in her voice.

”N-no no I’m-,“ I collapse on the ground, pooling blood from my sides. My wings falling limp onto the ground. It’s just then that Honeycomb realizes I’m an alicorn (because my dark shade hid it from view in the night).

Shocked, confused and worried at the same time, Honeycomb plops me on her back and gallops back to her town in breakneck speeds. Only one thought ran through her mind. I’ts the prophecy!

Author's Note

Remember when Midnight tripped on that hill? Well a few twigs and rocks impaled her wings and numbed them. But she didn't even know she had wings, so it was a surprise when she fainted of blood loss.