Prologue: How Legends Are Told
Two fillies race towards the schoolyard in Ponyville. The one in the lead, a light blue unicorn with a magenta mane and tail and soft red eyes, looked back at the one behind her and shouted, "I told you we'd be late, Spell Feather! We shouldn't have tried to mess with Mrs. Sweet Tooth!"
The pony behind her, a tan unicorn with a light grey mane and tail with yellow eyes shouted back, "It was your idea, Berry Shine! You better pray to Celestia that Ms. Sparkle won't ream us for being late! She said she had a special thing for us today! She'll kill us! Just like in her stories when she was younger!"
"Stop being a scaredy filly! Everypony knows that Princess Twilight hadn’t killed nopony! Just shut up and let's go!" Berry shouted as they raced into the schoolyard. They both took deep breaths, and hurriedly trotted into the classroom. A light purple alicorn with a dark purple mane and tail with red glasses on was sitting at her desk, reading a book silently. The class seemed to be silent themselves, working on homework or unfinished projects.
Without looking up, the alicorn cleared her throat and said, "Berry Shine, Spell Feather, you're late."
The two fillies instantly bowed down and said, "We're sorry, Ms. Twilight Sparkle! We were me-" Berry began to say, but Spell nudged her into silence.
"We were just meeting up catching up on some magic studying!" Spell said as she put on the worst fake smile ever, and they both stood at attention.
Twilight put her book down and took off her glasses, still not looking at them. "You may be seated. I specifically told everypony yesterday that something important was going to happen today." She said as she set down her glasses. The two fillies nodded and quickly hurried to their seats as Twilight stood up in front of the class.
"Today, will be a work-free day; I will be reading a historical story to you all." The class did a light cheer, but Twilight hushed them. "Princesses Celestia and Luna have given me permission to ask all of your parents to share this story; we, the Princesses, believe it is time for all of you to understand the War that happened fifty years ago." The class looked at each other, all of them hearing about the War, but never knowing what it was. Twilight opened her drawer, and pulled out a big purple leather-bound book. On the cover had a profile view of a blue stallion's head with a long white spiky mane. His eyes weren’t drawn, but the gold and amethyst crown that was atop his head shone bright like the rest of the design. She placed her stool in front of her desk and sat in it.
"Listen carefully, for it is up to all of you to decide whether this story is Historical, or not." She opened the book, and cleared her throat. "Hundreds of years ago, in a Realm of Celestial Dragons called 'Ancestors'..."
***
A female dragon that shone like the stars walked down to the edge of a crystal pool. Her scales were covered like the night sky, but you could tell she had a dark blue coating with purple eyes. Something shifted behind her, and she whipped her head around to see a male dragon, who had stars in his scales like hers, emerge from a bush. He was gray with gold eyes.
“Starscale, it has been many Moons.” The dragon said.
The dragon dipped her head and said, “As well to thee, Silvermind.” She unfolded her wings, and sighed warmly as the relaxed. The dragon took his place at the pool and looked into its reflective water- one could see nothing but stormy clouds. Bushes shook around them, and many other dragons with stars in their scales emerged. Each was oddly colored with their unique guardian element.
They all settled down, and Silvermind stood at the north end of the starry pool. “Ancestors of Creation,” He began. “For many decades, Celestia and Luna have wandered our shattered world, searching for a place of rest. They had found it, and rose a wonderful Kingdom. Both have lived in Harmony, until the tyrant Discord attacked them.”
One of the dragons, who had storms brewing across his scales, stood up. "What of Shadeclaw?" There was a chorus of gasps that arose from the Ancestors.
Silvermind glared at the pony and said, “Take your seat, Thunderborne.” The dragon eased down, and Silvermind turned his attention to the others. “Shadeclaw still lies in the Echo. But he is growing stronger.”
"How?" One of the ancestors, she smelled of the ocean, questioned. "Sunmane and Mooncloak destroyed his form. Sent him to depths far worse than Tartarus itself!"
Silvermind, ignoring that comment, walked around the pool's edge, and dipped his claw into it. The cloudy water cleared to reveal a dark blue stallion trotting across a black and misty field. "He is doing the Dark King's bidding." The Ancestors were beyond shocked.
A dark green female dragon rose up, furious. "Didn't he die?!" She roared.
Silvermind hung his head. "The truth is a painful thing," He sighed, and all of the Ancestors settled down. "The time has come. An era of Darkness is coming upon us, and it seems that not even we will be prepared. He must return with us. The time has come for the Garden of Roses to be retrieved."
"How?" Starscale asked. "The colt doesn't even know who he is! The Garden of Roses isn’t even here!"
Silvermind looked sympathetically at her. "Then it is time for us to awaken this colt." He touched the water again, and it revealed a blurred picture of a baby in a carriage. “The colt is ready for his Destiny, but it is time for us to slumber in deep sleep. Only the Garden can wake us up.” As the Ancestors slowly departed, he leaned forward and whispered a chilling line;
“Wake up, our Song.
Play us your Tune.
Show them you’re strong,
And save us from Eternal Doom.”
***
The hooded stallion stopped before the large black hole; his ragged breath and his hooves kneading the ground showed he was beyond nervous. He took a deep breath, and walked inside. It was completely dark, but the stallion had learned to be accustomed to the blinding darkness. For many minutes he walked straight forward, as if there was a trail he wished not to stray from. Suddenly, a slight breeze ruffled his coat and mane, and then the space around him lightened up to a dim. The stallion's eyes adjusted yet again, and he was aware of numerous dark creatures beyond description all around him on either sides of the large room; it reminded the stallion oddly of a court.
In front of him, at the far part of the room, sat what the stallion was looking for: a creature who had a blanket of shadows around him. He already knew who it was, and he needed the beasts help. The creature(who the stallion guessed was leaning on his claw) straightened up and spoke in a rumbling voice; "Ah, my loyal servant has arrived. This is most unusual."
The stallion coughed, trying to regain his composure. He bowed respectfully and said, "My Dark King, I...I have something I must request of you..."
There was silence as the creatures looked at the stallion in horror. Finally, the beast on the throne spoke. "Hmmm...nobody has asked me to do something for them in a long, long time..." Every creature held its breath. "But, since you are my most loyalest follower, and indeed the one that will carry out my wishes without any objections." He waved his claw, giving the stallion permission.
The stallion inhaled, and spoke what he needed. "M-My wife...she has fallen very, very ill. She is pregnant, and her due is quite near. The..." He hesitated, then continued. "The doctors say she may die if she gives birth, and the baby as well. All I ask is for you to rid of her illness. I-I'll give you anything."
The shadows around the beast retreated, showing a large sleek black dragon. He leaned forward and said, "Your wish will be done." He smiled. "But, I want one thing in return."
The stallion gulped. "Name your price, my King." The dragon smiled wickedly, and leaned forward. His eyes glinted with mischievousness and evil. He spoke one sentence, and the stallion then knew he made a mistake;
"I want your child."
Author's Note
Not much of a prologue, I know. A lot of information is thrown at you, but that's what I love about the way I write. I make it a bit confusing in the beginning to make you go 
and when you questions are finally answered it'll make you go 
Anyways, I'm glad for your support (sorry about the cover art - its the only one I have so far) and I hope you'll stick with me until the end!
I severely apologize for Lunar Pirate. I hit a massive writer's block and do not know where to go with it.
Chapter One: Endless Bloodshed
They’re coming. A voice echoed, and Zunar woke up with a start as thunder boomed outside. He glanced around the master bedroom, expecting somepony or something to be waiting for him. No, Zunar thought to himself. I mustn't think like that anymore. I’ve retired from the Guard, and now I’m mayor...there shouldn’t be anything trying to kill me. Zunar shifted to an upright position, and swung his hooves over the side of the bed. Suddenly, a hoof brushed against his striped back. He looked over his shoulder and saw his wife, Crescent Melody, she began rubbing his zebra coat.
“What’s wrong, dear?” She asked. She shifted and scooted closer to him, knowing what happened. She always did this, for it was usual that Zunar would wake up in cold sweat, remembering his past conflicts.
“N-nothing, Crescent.” Even though they moved to Hoofshend, Zunar still felt out of place. “I’m going to walk around the house, make sure nothing is...out of place.” Zunar explained as he struggled to find the right words to make an excuse of to get away from his dreams.
Crescent nodded, and said smiling, “Go check on Song and see if he’s okay.” Zunar nodded, leaned over to kiss his wife, and felt his way out into the living room. He turned on a small desk-side light, putting the room in a small dim. He glanced at the fireplace, then looked up from the swallowing blackness where the fire goes. Up above the mantle hung a leather figure so ornate to look as if a tux for a Ball. The neck was joined at the back and an oval shape piece was stung above it, forming a hood. Zunar looked at it, as if it was a long lost friend he couldn’t wait to talk to.
Zunar sighed, and moved away from the suit, heading towards the second hallway. He felt his way to the door of his son’s room, only to be interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Zunar stiffened, cautiously moved to the front door, and waited in front of it. The knock was heard again, and Zunar reached to his coat rack, and pulled out a silver greatsword. He kept it down, down to where he could open the door, but not be noticed with the sword. He slowly opened the door, expecting it to be bad news, but instead was a gold-armored soldier, standing in the wet rain.
When the soldier saw Zunar, he saluted - his left hoof over his chest - and said. “Mayor, sir!” Zunar returned the salute. The soldier continued. “Nightshade brings news! She says that she and the Keeper are making advancements on The Dark Army! She’s devised an attack strategy that might work!”
“Thank you for the update, soldier, but could this have waited until tomorrow?” Zunar questioned the soldier, stifling a yawn.
“I apologize, sir. She told me to relay the message.” Zunar nodded and saluted the soldier, who returned the salute, turned around, and flew away into the night rainy sky. Zunar shut the door, shaking his head.
He thought of his immortal friend. When the Royal Family of Lavaria, the De Melodium Family, decided to leave the castle and go into hiding, Nightshade became the Queen of Lavaria - just to cover up the Royal Family. Nightshade’s just probably over-reacting, as usual. Zunar thought.There’s no way that the evil king could attack this village. We’re way out of war boundaries. He went to his son’s room, and found the baby stirring restlessly in the carriage.
"How's he doing?" His wife said, suddenly by the door, leaning against it. "Also, who was that?"
Zunar rubbed his stiff neck. “He's doing fine." He lied. "There was a soldier at the door. He wanted to give me some intel on the war...” His voice trailed off as he heard what sounded like yelling. Zunar quickly went to the living room window and watched a villager gallop through the streets. He seemed to be yelling something. Zunar strained to listen, and heard;
“The death walkers are coming! The ones that walk with Death are-” Suddenly, an arrow ripped through the stallion’s neck, instantly killing him. Zunar stumbled back, and ran to the bedroom. “The village is under attack! I’ll hold them off while you go hide Song!.” Zunar rushed into the living room, and threw on his suit. The suit fit his built shape, and when he flexed his front hooves, two long knives shot out, ready for slicing.
“Remember;” Queen Nightshade Star had told him once. "The next time you put this suit on-" He then interrupted Nightshade. “I know, it will be my last..." He thought he would never put on the suit, but that time has come. He ran back to the bedroom, gave Crescent a silver sword, and said, “You know where to hide him, right? I’ll draw attention away from there as long as I can. He needs to keep the bloodline flowing!” With that, he turned around, ran and opened the front door, and ran outside into complete chaos.
Townspeople ran everywhere, screaming. Guards tried fighting off black-robed ponies. Houses were on fire. A robed pony came flying at Zunar, wielding a longsword, but Zunar deflected upwards, and thrusted the hidden blade into the pony’s rib. Zunar brought the blade back out, and left the pony shivering on the ground as he went to go find something else to kill. As he ran out into the center of the town’s square, he saw who the town was under siege with. They weren't the Fallen Star’s royal soldiers, they were his mercenaries.A pony saw Zunar, and instantly began chanting words for a rising spell. Zunar grunted, pulled out his Canterbow, a sleek crossbow that could shoot multiple tiny bolts without having to reload a bolt at a time, and shot the pony three times in the throat, saying, “Words of the dead, shall stay with the dead.” What seemed like a millennium of endless fighting, a piercing shriek was heard, and Zunar instantly recognized it: It was Crescent. He looked in the direction of the screech just in time to see her on the ground on her stomach - she was kept down while a robed pony inserted a dao blade through her spinal cord, and exiting between her rib cage.
“No!” Zunar yelled, and emptied his Canterbow into the pony. Cutting a wide path using a sword from a fallen pony, he sliced ponies to pieces as he made his way to Crescent. He knelt at her body, and she looked past him to the stars. While the ponies retreated and fled Zunar held her head in his hooves as the flow of blood trickled out of her mouth. “Crescent!” Zunar screamed in terror. “Oh dear sweet Architect! Crescent Melody, stay with me!”
“The stars,” Crescent quietly whispered. “I’ve...always loved Mother Night. But now alas, I cannot see her.”
“No! Crescent! You are not going to die! Stay with me! Stay! With! ME!” Zunar said as he began crying. Song was nowhere to be found, and Zunar thought with horror that he might be already dead. Suddenly, a hoof pushed down from above his head and Zunar realized the hoof belonged to Crescent. She brought his head to hers, and she kissed him with deep, comforting affection. The taste of fresh blood flowed into Zunar’s mouth, but he didn’t care. He kissed back, and a fearful string of words left her lips, sounding like a Curse;
"‘Kin of your kin
Light will send.
The one of note, and the one anew,
Will bring The World into one solid hue.’
These words...were given to my mother.” She quietly explained. She looked up to the bright moon, the Mare on the Moon standing out as if watching this horrid night. She smiled as her eyes clouded up, and said her final words: “Mother, to thee I will take away my sins at burial ground. But harmony....will be here...in Elysium...” She exhaled, and a puddle of blood surrounded Zunar. He went to close her eyes, but a voice said, No, let her see the sky, for her name’s final wish... the voice was interrupted by the sound of marching hooves falling into formation to make a circle around him. Zunar slowly stood up on his hindquarters and looked at the ground, not worrying about facing death.
A pony chuckled, obviously sounding like the leader. “Awww, how touching. The pony mocked. “Zunar, can’t be mistaken by the zebra coat, figuring that you’re the only zebra around here.” He laughed, and so did his stallions and mares. “Ahh. Somepony told me your head was a good price. Well, I wouldn’t doubt it, seeing as you triple as a direct bloodline from Requiem, a soldier in the highest ranking, and a mayor! This, is going to be fun!”
“Love,” Zunar muttered. They stopped laughing, and Zunar looked up to Silvermane. He saw a bright star, as if it was new, in the sky among others. He smiled, but it waned as he said, “Love,” again. The ponies looked utterly confused. “Love, that’s all you take on. Yet you do not stop to realize the beauty of it...” His voice trailed off as he turned around, causing the ponies (except the leader) to gasp. Zunar’s eyes were pure silver, adding a dark look to his hatred expression. but the most abnormal thing was his body: Seeping blackness flowed from right out of him, like a tattered cape. “What is your name, stallion?” Zunar asked. “I want to know the name of the stallion who killed my wife.”
The stallion laughed, “Hah! A final request, I see. Even though you won’t live for long, I’ll tell you my name; I am Auhter, the one who will kill the great Zunar!” He nodded to his soldiers, who instantly brought out weapons such as swords, axes, knives, and crossbows.
Zunar chuckled, and held one hoof to the side of his waist, and another near his right cheek, as if he was grabbing something. His shadow crawled up his body and flowed into his hooves to created a strange weapon. One side was a long blade, like an axe, and the other side had a short curved blade, like a pick; a halberd. He briefly smiled, then charged at the ponies, crying and screaming a deafening war cry. They instantly fired the crossbows, and the melee ponies charged at Zunar. Multiple bolts hit him, but he still charged. He slashed, cut, hack, and decapitated everything in his path.
When Zunar finally reached Auhter, he swung his weapon high in the air, hoping to split the changeling’s skull open. But Auhter grabbed Zunar in a hug-like manner, pushed the weapon away, and - using a hidden blade - stabbed the zebra in the pancreas and moved upwards into the stomach. Zunar, not phased by being stabbed in his vital point, looked at the shocked expression on Auhter’s face, reared his head back, and the zebra threw his head against the changeling’s, causing it to splatter as blood went everywhere. As blood seeped down his face, Zunar turned to realize that the changelings were starting to retreat, due to the fact that their leader was dead.
Panting, Zunar looked around the town and realized that everypony was...dead. Not a single living soul was in sight. Tired and wounded, Zunar stumbled back to the lifeless body that was his wife, and collapsed next to her. He wrapped a hoof around her, closed his eyes, and said, “No darkness can conquer love....” His voice trailed off as the wind echoed, Music, Zunar opened his eyes, not sure if he heard right. Music, the voice came again. ...is our Joy. Zunar raised his head in the direction of the voice, and saw many ponies standing in a horizontal line.
Zunar instantly recognized them from left to right as all of his wife’s ancestors, from the time of Requiem on down. Something brushed his shoulder, and Zunar saw Crescent Melody holding her hoof out. “Get up, lazy.” She said, cracking a smile. “The Creation Festival isn’t going to wait all night long.” Zunar looked confused, until he realized that every one of them was wearing a suit or dress, ready for a ball. He looked down and realized that he too had on his best suit. She helped him get up on his hooves, and he quickly hugged her tight, kissing her with deep affection.
He stopped and looked deeply in her eyes. “I will never leave you again. Ever.” She blushed, and side-by-side, they walked to the welcoming spirits. Together, as a family, the Spirits walked away from the town, and the wind cried, causing them to fade away in the starry sky.
***
Hours later, a small colt climbed out of a well. He dropped to the ground, landing on his face. He didn’t cry, but instead gets up and calls out, “Mommy? Where are you?” The little colt was barely old enough to talk, so if one were to here him, he would be difficult to understand. His gray and white mane blew in the dawn morning. His blue coat shivered, being cold from the early-morning frost. He remembered the word his mother told him earlier, where she wanted him to be quiet. He could still feel the place where his mother kissed him on the forehead. It was barely dawn, but the destruction and chaos in the town could still be seen. With wide confused eyes, the colt walked over the bodies of what were his neighbors and friends. It started pouring again, but the colt didn’t seem to care. Suddenly, a sweet, familiar scent filled his nostrils: Lavender Fang, the scent he knew best with his mother’s fragrance.
He followed the scent, winding through the maze of the town. He came around the corner, and stopped in his tracks. He began slowly trotting forward to the lifeless bodies, the ones he’s known and seen every day: his parents. He stopped by the bodies and calmly prodded the zebra. “Daddy? Mommy? Pwease get up.” His hooves sloshed around in the blood, but he didn’t realize it. “I-Iw'm cowld...." No response. He nudged his mother, hoping she would wake up and comfort him. She did not. The young colt began crying, his tears even with the rain.
The colt sniffed and saw something in his father’s hoof. He reached down and pulled it out, and remembered it was the necklace his father always wore:a pure purple amethyst crystal representing the First King of Lavaria. He slipped the necklace onto his neck, and held it tight, as if swearing to an oath.
The colt, being tired from waking up so early, stepped in between his parents, and settled down, trying to get warm. He closed his eyes, and fell into a nightmare he could not quite understand.
***
A pony dressed in a robe from head to hoof stood on a hill, looking at the town. The pony covered it's snout with its hoof, nearly hurling at the sight of the bodies. The pony winced, as if experiencing the chaos and destruction as the ponies who lived here did. “What in Faro’s name happened here? You said that the soldiers wouldn’t come here because it was far away from the battle lines!” The pony's voice was muffled, but it sounded like a mare's She stared at the town with terrified eyes.
Something brushed next to her, and she glanced to see a hooded unicorn look the town. Her black snout was the only thing visible, for she had a hood over her face. “Fear Happened,” She explained. She turned her head to him and sighed when she saw her confused expression. “Otherwise known as Abhorren, Keeper.” the unicorn said, referring to the Dark Lord.
The Keeper shook her head. “Queen Nightshade, what do you think we should do? This town - Hoofshend - is home to about two thousand ponies! That’s a lot of time we don’t have...” Her voice trailed off when he saw her expression, which looked determined.
“Keeper, we have three thousand members of the Guard - and they’re all here. We should honor this town, for it is home of mostly retired soldiers who fought in The Millennium War.” She looked at the town, and she drew her hoof from the top-right corner of her heart, drew it in a diagonal format, like a scar; the symbol for the dead to rest peacefully in Elysium.
Keeper did the same, and so did the three thousand soldiers behind them, all wearing robes over armor, detailing their own rankings. “Guard!” Nightshade called out. “This town will be remembered! All of the innocent lives lost! It will not be remembered as weakness! Look at the dead enemy bodies around you! The proud retired warriors died protecting their homes! This will town serve as a reminder! We will dig graves in honor of these fallen warriors! Now, let us carry their legacy!” And with that, the soldier dispersed, going to take care of the bodies. Both The Keeper and Nightshade drew their hooves across their chest in a scar-like manner. Nightshade turned to The Keeper (who was busy with one of the captains) to converse with her, but a whisper, very ghost-like, began singing a familiar tune in her ear.
The tune struck her as a familiar one, one that reminded her of…...her Mother. But know her mother was gone, and Nightshade only had the necklace of her mother as a remembrance to not turn into what her mother became. She hugged the interlining two crescents tight to her chest, as she followed the familiar lullaby.
The lullaby trailed away as Nightshade turned around the corner, and beheld a horrific sight. Ponies laid everywhere, blood oozing like some artist’s sick way of art. but the only thing that caught her attention was the black and white pony laying next to a statue of a brave warrior, and she realized the black and white pony was a zebra. She hurried forward, but she already knew who it was; it was Crescent, the last member of the De Melodium family.
Nightshade stood up and surveyed the landscape- not a single soul was alive, all of them were dead. She turned just in time to see a soldier run nearby her. She called out, “Hey! Go back and get The Keeper!” The soldier stopped, blinked at the sight he saw, then spun around in an opposite direction.
Behind her, something small moved, making a small noise. Nightshade turned around and saw something moving between the bodies of the zebra and the unicorn. Suddenly, a colt stuck his head out, and shivered, looking around at the carnage. he looked at the Queen, then shrank back, scared.
The Queen didn’t know what to do at first. She then crouched down to make herself seem smaller “Shh. It’s okay, little one. I am not here to hurt you, I am not a bad pony.” She crept forward, but the colt instantly shot out and hid under her, panting and shaking in fear. She stepped over him and sat beside him. He began to cry, so Nightshade did the only thing she thought of: she sang.
“Limâ nunc filiole, welcome mortem sanguine,
Potes vester peccata vestra in eius obscurationem.
Requiesce meum generatum,
Pro ibimus mox away,
In taciturna of Death.”
The colt stopped crying, and looked at Nightshade. She nuzzled him, trying to slow his pounding, terrified heart down.He rested his head against her side, exhausted. The colt looked at her. “Do not worry, young one," Nightshade comforted him. "For I am here. I knew your parents very well. We will take you to a safe place, little one."
Nightshade smiled as the colt began to slightly doze off into a sleep, and the sound of running hooves made her turn around in the direction the sound was coming from. She saw The Keeper and the soldier sprinting in her direction. The Keeper slid to a stop, and smelled the carnage. She instantly knelt and crossed his hoof over his heart to respect the dead.
“May these honorable members of the Family rest in Elysium,” Keeper said. She noticed the colt and asked, “Who’s the young one? I’ve never seen him before.” She got up, and looked at Nightshade, waiting for an answer. The quiet little colt was fast asleep between Queen Nightshade's hooves. She used her magic to clean off as much blood as she could, but a little bit would need to be washed off.
Nightshade got up, as did the colt. “I don’t recall Crescent ever giving birth after her two kin were slaughtered. I am unfamiliar with his name, so perhaps a search through their house may help us?” She said, and the Keeper gave a curt nod. “Anyways, he was sleeping in between these two bodies when I found him.” She gestured to the two bodies that The Keeper had noted.
“He is the one of Prophecy,” The Keeper breathed, realizing it. “He’s the grandson of Phoenix,” She looked at Nightshade and said, “He needs to be taken somewhere safe….somewhere away from this Evil and Chaos.”
Nightshade shook her head. “You cannot destroy the Path that has already been laid out, Keeper.”
“No, but we can alter it. Make detours,” She pointed out. Just then, another soldier ran up and saluted The Keeper, who returned it. “What’s the matter?”
The soldier was panting, he took a breath and said, ”Ma'am! The Dark Lord is here! Not too far away!” The Keeper’s eyes widened, and she whirled to the other soldier who had led her here.
“Captain Iron Fire!” She commanded. The soldier snapped to attention. “Take Queen Nightshade and this colt down to the southwestern shore! She'll know what to do!! That’s an order!” The soldier nodded, and turned to Queen Nightshade.
Nightshade instantly objected. “But if he returns one day, how will you know it’s him? He’ll be different!”
“I won’t, but he will!” The Keeper said, knowing it. “Now go! The fate of this land rests in your hooves!”
“Come with me, please my Queen. We mustn't delay.” The Queen nodded. Song Tune had fallen asleep, so she picked him up and put him on her back, for safety.
“First we must find his name, Captain. Then we shall leave faster than the cold blizzards of Lavaria come.” The Captain nodded and the two quickly galloped through the town.
After watching her leave, The Keeper calmly felt odd, as if that would be the last time she would see her. She shook the feeling off, and said, “Let’s go,” She and the soldier ran the the side of the town where the other members had gathered.
As The Keeper moved through the throng of assassins, the other army-many had called it The Dark Army- waited as a large figure moved to the front as well. No one could tell what he was, for his had some sort of cloaking magic. Like a black cloud of shadows, the figure's eyes and blaming sharp teeth could only be seen. The Keeper called out, “So, you’re Abhorren. I had expected something more...Evil.”
“So, you're The Keeper?” Abhorren mocked. “I expected something…… less pitiful.” Abhorren laughed, as well as the others. He commanded a word in ancient language, and his soldiers drew their weapons.
The Keeper yelled, “To weapons!” and the assassins drew their own weapons. Abhorren raised his claw, pointing at the Guard. He barked two words, and they charged;
"Destroy them."
The soldiers ran down the hill, and The Keeper yelled, “All of this madness! All of this unnecessary chaos! It ends! TODAY!” The Guard yelled a victory yell, in hopes that they could actually beat him, and they charged straight at Abhorren and his army with the power of the Ancestors at their sides; or so they thought. The Keeper's last thought before the armies clashed rang in her mind as true as the thunder in the dark sky:
“In the land before Time,
The land of your Inheritance,
Lies a colt of Power.
To find him in a flood,
Lying in his Ancestor’s Blood.
He will save Thee from Night,
By his internal Light."
Author's Note
Wow this is a lengthy chapter! Lots of stuff I had to put down, and not really wanting to split this into two parts for the fact that this is just an introduction (kinda) to the entire story. And cute little Song! So innocent and sweet 
Thank you for the never ending support and I'll post more chapters as much as I can!
