The Winter's Aria was a big ship, just over six-hundred and sixty-five meters long. She was outfitted with enough firepower to level a continent, that is unless the main cannon wasn't in use. At the bow was a big wolf head. Its muzzle could open up, revealing a huge cannon that has the capability to create miniature black holes with a single shot. The downside to such a weapon was the recharge time. At most, it could fire two beams of pure magic a day, however. Each beam takes, at least, fifteen minutes to recharge in between each shot, and the only one that could use the main cannon was the captain of the ship: Winter Solstice.

The Winter's Aria also held many compartments and rooms that perform a myriad of tasks. Some of the rooms were for standard storage while others held various types of fabricators that the crew could use to replenish their ammo, build equipment from scratch, or convert raw matter into a more refined material. The reason for such a specialized airship? Well, it was meant to travel indefinitely with a large crew over ocean or land; against pirates or a random lands military. It was the flagship of a prince who made the sky his charge, but recently. The Aria has fallen on lonely, dark times. Her only crew member and Captian were the only one left to command her after the battle against Malice—The Void Demon of the Apocolypse.

Thing is... I should have died in that fight. There was no possible way for me to survive such a devastating weapon—A weapon I created. The weapon in question was a spell crafted with the language of the Old Gods. It was a beautiful spell, a masterpiece of the arcane arts. I basically created a carefully controlled mini-singularity. The Black Hole had enough gravitational pull to completely compress Malice into atom nothingness before Hawking Radiation completely evaporated the mini-singularity, but not without taking me along with it.

Of course, going back to the question at hand of why I wasn't dead could be answered by a few theories, but I haven't the time nor desire to figure out which one was correct. All I know from my state of half-slumber that I was alive, albeit, very tired. How did I know this? Simple. My eyes were closed, that much was obvious, and judging from the hard surface that I was laying on. I was probably still on my ship, warm and safe. I could even smell the succulent scent of my mate Lily lingering in the air, despite it being a little stale.

I was hesitant at first to open my eyes. I didn't want to learn that I was alone once more, however. No matter what I want. I need to get a situation report and figure out a way home. So, I began the slow process of waking up from my limbo between sleep and lucidity. With a long overdue yawn, I opened my eyes.

The first thing I had the pleasure of seeing was the helm of my ship, which was a good start. Since I appear to have fallen unconscious on the bridge of my ship, It wasn't hard for me to notice the many stations that controlled the ship were unattended. I did teleport everyone off the ship before I being sucked into the Black Hole to save them. So there shouldn't be anyone but me on The Aria. From where I lay, I also had the ability to see out the main window of the bridge.

A smile managed to crease my beak at the sight of pale moonlight shining down upon the hull of the ship. It was a wondrous sight to behold—To see the stars twinkle mystically on the reflective black surface of the ship, making the hull look like it was made out of the night sky. Such a rare sight to see a powerhouse of an airship to appear both intimidating and awe-inspiring.

Letting out a solemn sight at the sight of the open ocean, I pushed myself up to get a better idea of what happened to me and my ship. Putting aside the obvious for a moment, I had to take stock of myself since I used such a destructive spell. I quickly looked in upon myself to check my pool of magic with Acedia or tried to at least.

"What the fuck?" I frowned in confusion with a tilt of my head. Staring at the ground in deep concentration, I tried to activate the Eye of Dreams to check up on my soul once more, but nothing happened. Acedia didn't activate. I couldn't feel the magic working either. My frown turned into a scowl that my Dōjutsu wasn't working. This particular power had the ability to alter and enter the mind and soul without difficulty. I used this ability mostly to visit people in the Dreamscape, pull information out of my enemies, and other morally wrong things that earned me in a special spot in Hell. Groaning in annoyance, I tried the second way to check up on my magic through simple meditation, and was quickly confused. "That's not right," I thought out loud.

Sighing some more, I tried to turn on the Eye of Dreams one last time, but still. Nothing happened. Even though I could feel my neutral magic working just fine, it was the chaos aspect that won't activate for the life of me! It's as if it wasn't there anymore, which should be impossible since the Seven Eyes of Chaos were a part of my soul, and I don't remember using any form of magic to alter it!

It took a while of just staring off into space to finally realize what happened after I entered the singularity. I did die, and the Seven Eyes of Chaos left me to find a new host. My power was gone, purified. The power that saved me from death multiple times. Without that power, how was I supposed to be my normal size? How was I supposed to turn into a Dragon when the time comes? How was I supposed to turn myself back into a Human? And most importantly: Does this mean I can't use any form of magic again? I can feel my eyes go wide in horror at the prospect that I wouldn't be able to use magic anymore. So, the most logical thing to do was check to see if I could still use the words of power, and the first spell to come to mind was a shapeshifting spell.

"Contra formam," I said, but nothing happened. Making sure it wasn't me and just the magic, I remembered another spell that should turn my hands to shadow. "Umbra manas," I said lifting up my claws and saw the effect of my golden appendages turning into wisps of shadow. I canceled the flow, ending the spell. "T-That's even worse," I gulped, claws shaking after casting the two spells. I still had my neutral magic, but no longer my humanity, or the ability to utilize it. I was a pure bread griffin at the age of ten if I remembered correctly. Not only that, but I was stranded, in the middle of nowhere, alone once more.

"Fuck me."

"Gloria! Can you help Spike with cleaning up the library?" Twilight Sparkle ordered her slav-er-servant. Twilight didn't like that term that the princess gave them. After all, they were Pony kinds, loyal servants. The would do anything and not cause a fuss. From farming to mining, sex to training dummies, the Griffin race was eternally loyal to all of Pony Kind after their non-existent kingdom was ruined.

Gloria was just as helpful as her assistant Spike, if not more so. Gloria was a small hen with a golden goat and silver chest. She was an owl variant, a snowy owl to be precise. When she wasn't doing her duties like the good little griffin she was, she was reading in the library in the castle.

"Of course master!" Gloria replied happily. Twilight watched the Griffin walked out from the kitchen with a smile with a tray of food on her back. She placed the contents of the tray in front of twilight at the table, just like she liked it. Perfectly organized for the most effective meal time before trotting off to help Spike do his own chores. It took her several days and several beatings to get Gloria to get it right. Of course, that was her duty! To teach her servant the right way or dispose of her and get another one. Twilight smiled as Glade left the room and went to begin the most important deal of the day, but she saw something off. The pancakes were to close to the orange juice.

Twilight sighed, "I guess I have to break out the whip and give her twenty lashings again. One day she will get it right."

The empty corridors of the Aria, was haunting, to say the least. Every step I make echoes, every room I search empty, and every nook and cranny vacant of life. I would never have seen the day where I would be alone on my ship again. I always thought that in some way or other I would have at least one person to keep me company in this desolation. Then again, those that did manage to get close enough were left behind, most likely in another universe, while I...I get left alone again.

Not that it matters anymore. I was already ready for solitude. Somewhere deep down, I was always ready to walk the earth by myself. When the chance to have a companion of some kind, I took it and let it destroy me. First was the zebra, then Heather, then Lily, then Azura—my accidental daughter. I'll never see them again, but, at least, I will be back on dry land again, however. Knowing that a giant warship was going to land on a peaceful place was going to cause bad things to happen. Thus, I had the thought of placing my ship in Hammerspace until I need it.

I stopped by my room, with the random junk strewn about the place. I went over to my bookshelf the was beside my over-decorative desk and pulled out a book that would aid me in creating a Hammerspace and tether it to my soul. With a quick, heavy flap of my tiny wings, I jumped up to the top shelf and grabbed the book I need then proceeded back to the bridge to use the main cannon to power the spell.

"Funny, normal people would be depressed about the situation I am in, but then again. I am not normal. Normal is overrated," I muttered to no one.

I read over the spell as I ate a big meal in the bridge. The Aria was slowly making its way to the giant landmass on the horizon. Nibbling on a piece of ham, I was quickly enthralled by how simple and how useful Hammerspace was. Being able to store anything in a pocket universe that only the caster can enter was amazing! The cost was low so long as the caster was in a heavily saturated area of magic. Judging by my ability to still use Words of Power, that won't be an issue.

I prepped the complex spell in my overkill knowledge of Latin, courtesy of Deux. Knowing the rules that the spell generally follows. I altered it so that my ship can be put into space and be pulled out, which would be taxing pulling The Aria back out then putting it back in, but I'll get around that problem later. Confident with my progress with the spell and a good lunch, I fluttered onto the helm and opened the big red button case, and began reciting the spell in the Words of Power in my head. After a few minutes of practice, I cleared my throat and began channeling the spell into the main cannon.

In a few seconds, I felt my ship disappear in a twisted distortion of colors, but it didn't go too far. I blinked at the sudden flash of light. My ship was gone and only I remained. I was hovering over the ocean with just my bandana around my neck. I quickly remembered the notes of the HammerSpace spell and felt myself internally to make sure everything went alright. With a sigh of relief, I felt a little spot of nothing that I can reach in whenever I need to. It was strange, having a little spot in your soul dedicated to storage, then again, I don't really care. Not wasting any time, I turned towards the landmass that was a few miles away and began my new journey. Alone again.

I found a quiet place to rest near a jagged cliff face of the cost of the forgotten shore. As I flew towards the continent, I saw a small, port town that looked like it was abandon as most of the place were decrepit and barren of all life. I made a note to explore the place later when I was well rested, but for now, sleep was a much-needed necessity after a fifty-mile flight.

I curled up in a small, damp cave, listening in on the heavy lapsing waves that pummeled the cliff below. I made a small, enchanted fire to keep me warm on the bare stone beside me as I watched the sun slowly gave way to the moon. The warm; oranges, reds, violets, and pinks was calming, to say the least. The fact that I was, quite possibly, the first to see such a sight was humbling. I wondered what I would find in the town just a few miles away and how the old inhabitants must have taken the sunset for granted for their small abode near the western sea. I let a yawn break my thought as the moon began its rise and let the dreams take me.

Author's Note

This is getting a major rewrite. So if you see a [R.W] in the chapter name. Then that is the rewrite version. The main story will stay the same but expect a few things to be added and the Cannon to be either increased in size and stuff.