The Tale of Night Filly Moon

A thousand years had passed. Deep within the castle of the two sisters, a dark form arose, muffled whimpers and groans as it slowly rose from the rubble, pieces of stone falling from the wavering pony-like being, though, its form made it unidentifiable. It wavered like a ripple of water, but still had the shape of a pony, no matter how much it expanded and shrunk. It appeared two nebulae would grow at the face, forming two eyes, but that was it. It had no wings, no horn, nor even a single memory of how it was birthed.

The creature walked through the halls of the castle, wandering into destroyed rooms, and eventually finding the library. It felt the bindings of scrolls and books, and subtle growls rumbled through the air as dust was picked up. It finally stumbled upon an open book, fallen off a table, and then looked inside, every so often flipping the pages, finding a picture or two after every few pages. Then its eyes gave a flash with every new pony it saw, growing to the same size, or shrinking, going from foal to adult within seconds, and even elder within the same time. Soon pages turned to chapters, and chapters to whole books, collecting information, studying all it could of historical ponies be it king, queen, peasant or hero. It learned about the battle against Discord, as well as Tirek and King Sombra. It rummaged through the books, but then eventually began to burn, finally noticing it was growing the more it was reading, and then went back to the books it had read previously, and then searched within a journal, and scanned through the pages.

Slowly, more features began to grow on it, instead of it being a mere image of what it saw, said features becoming far more permanent. A silver nub then erected from its forehead, the tip slowly narrowing into a point, and the color appearing more of a ivory-white. From its sides came finger-like limbs, bare and quite painful for the being to grow, thus the unambiguous cries of pain echoed throughout the castle. Eventually feathers then grew from these limbs, ending to appear like perfect wings, however, far smaller than its current size. Thus the body shrunk, and then its figure seemed to steady, and become easier to control. Its color turned to a solid midnight blue, and on the rump of the filly, its mane grew out, creating the night-sky upon it's back and rump. Last appeared a full moon upon the sides of her rump, bright and white as it should be, however just in front of it, perhaps just a bit lower, a black moon.

There came some loud noises just outside and the filly ran back to where she had come, panting and now quite exhausted it curled up on top of the rubble, and closed its eyes, leaving the journal she had been reading previously on the table, the pages describing its hatred to the one "Celestia."

Some days passed of the filly exploring the remains of the castle, alone and relying only upon the books she'd read. She began to speak out loud "Doom... To... Eq- Eque.... Equestria...." Her vocabulary eventually becoming more elaborate, her knowledge more destructive. The filly learned of the history of Equestria, the defeat of Discord, the exile of Sombra and the Crystal Empire, as well as the hardships of the ponies of Equestria through the prophecies foretold within panels of glass, eventually happening upon staring face to face with another, and what appeared to be the earth shrouded in darkness, and it appeared that a ball of magic of some sort hung over it.

For some time the filly stared at this, taking in and thinking about all it had meant, and slowly, a grin came to her face. She trotted away from the glass and to the entrance of the castle, sneaking past the door before gasping and taking in all that was now around her. The trees, the grass, even the boulders that sat further away.

In the distance, she heard growls within the foliage of the forest. She heard them grow closer, and backed up to the entrance of the castle. She stared out, turning her head left and right before she finally noticed the glowing eyes before her. "Hel... Hello?" She'd say. Those very eyes grew larger, and suddenly they were gone, only for a group of wooden wolves molded with branches leaves and twigs leaped out of the bushes around her. She had shut the door just in time, the wolves clawing at it.

The noises of the claws at the door, and the howls of the wolves continued for some few hours, the lonesome filly afraid of what may happen to herself. When night fell, and the moon rose into the sky, the timber wolves would apparently leave, their wooden paws smacking against the ground as they went away. Afterward, the nameless filly decided to head back out of the castle, cautiously wandering out into the forest. The bugs chirped and buzzed, the birds hooted, each new sound made her turn and look about. In nearly three hours, she reached the edge of the forest, now looking out to see small houses, at least, buildings that were far smaller than the castle, which she presumed to be the home of others.

She wandered through the town she later learned to be Ponyville, looking through the window to find some sleeping ponies, however when she looked into one where a pony did not sleep, they immediately noticed her, and suddenly crawled out of their bed, their eyes wide with fear of the small filly, but yet.... When she noticed her reflection in the window, she realized her eyes were glowing white, with a dark mist at the corners of them. Next she heard crying, and then noticed some lights turn on and the words "Monster! Monster!" muffled through the walls and the glass. She stood there for but a few moments, before dashing back into the woods, right back in the castle.