The Elder Scrolls MLP: Dawnguard

"Let me introduce myself." The winged stallion continued. "My name is... Spirit!!! What are you doing in the Dawnguard?!?!" Spirit instantly recognized him. The stallion standing before him was Overlook, his friend who supposedly patrolled the walls of his home city at night. Who would've known he was part of the Dawnguard? "Well, this is fortunate! It's nice to have a friend here at the Dawnguard! I'm in control of the entrance and surveillence. Not to mention I'm also the archer. The reason we needed you, if I remember, is because you have a weapon of great importance. And you're estimated to be the only one who's able to use it." Spirit stopped him right there. "Wait, wait. MY sword? GREAT importance? My sword was just a hand-me-down from my Dad!" While finishing his statement, he unsheathed his sword from it's sheath which was strapped to his back. The sword took an appearence of just a simple, straight iron line with a petrified wood hilt and a stone handle. "There's nothing special about this sword!" "I'm also guessing. Why in the world would Number 7 need this?" Shadelash added to the conversation. "'Number 7'?" Spirit mimicked in confusion. "The Dawnguard isn't anything new, so our past and future leaders are given a number. We're on our seventh." Overlook answered. Spirit carefully slid the sword back in it's sheath. "Alright... so, now that I know about why you guys need me and how your leaders get their names, what exactly DOES the Dawnguard do?" Spirit asked. "I'm glad you asked!" Shade blurted before Overlook could say a single word. "You see that door at the other end of the cistern?" Spirit immediantely located a large, bronze door where Shade pointed out. "In there is The Pendalum, it's what gives us Day and Night. Our job is to make sure it stays like that forever. Now also, we have a job for you... actually, we've been needing somepony to do this for a while. We've heard of some threats off to the East of the Cistern, not too far away. You could get there just by walking." Spirit's attention was focused on the weapon racks still. But he kind of heard what he had to do. Kind of. "We need you to go there and just make sure it's all just a rumor. If it isn't, just run back here. We can take care of any trouble. Got all that?" Spirit shook his head while trying to put his attention back on Shadelash. "Uuh, erm, got it!" "But before you go, we need your sword real quick."

"Okay, but make sure it's fast." Spirit mumbled through gritted teeth as he once more pulled the sword from his back. Shadelash snatched it from his mouth and galloped towards the Bronze Door. "You'll need to come with us." Overlook said to him, flying off soon after. Spirit trotted calmly along, not minding his slow pace after Shadelash seemed in such a hurry. He didn't really have any oppositions about what was happening to him. Only if this was better than working the fields, he felt blessed to be here. After only a couple seconds, he halted at the large door, with a height of 3 ponies and the width of 7. They broke at the middle, opening up as if they were bound to swallow him. But they just stood there. Not moving. "You might want to come inside." Overlook whispered to him, hovering only a couple inches away from him. Spirit, consumed by inexplainable fear, slowly paced in.

The room was very, very dense. As if he was actually underwater, but not. In the middle of the room, coated in a glass case, was a simple, golden pendalum, swinging hypnotically back and forth. In the exact time of seconds. Back, one second, forth, another second. Repeating this process. Shadelash carefully lifted the glass casing off, and gently placed it to the side. With Spirit's sword in her mouth she leaned in towards the pendalum. The pendalum skimmed the tip of the sword, allowing the blade to crumble into dust. "MY SWORD!" Spirit screamed. "Hold on, now. Hold the hilt." Shade placed it on the ground in front of Spirit, like offering candy to Nightmare Moon. Spirit hesitantly gripped it in his teeth, and a ominous golden glow seeped out of where the blade used to connect to the hilt. A golden streak shot out of the hilt, abruptly stopped, then completed a sword-like pattern, returning to the hilt. The line glowed, and filled in.

The DawnBreaker has awoken.

The hilt also changed, but Spirit was too utterly baffled at what just happened to notice it. It followed the same design as before, a light, breezy cage was holding an orb of light in the center of the hilt. Golden hawk wings spread from the cage, glistening in the dimly-lit cavern. The handle was just a simple, gold rod. At the end other end of the handle was a bland, silver ball. "Number 7 MIGHT want to see this... " Overlook commented. "Naww, really?" Shadelash sassed back.