Regicide

What does it mean to end a war? I personally believe that this is a question that is answered with another question; How do you end a war? This brings the trueness to the fact, it means nothing. A war is almost always started on something that far surpasses the value that a war is fought upon.

But not many knew that every society can be destroyed over the greed of just one. Unfortunately, this happened. It was right then, everypony knew. And they would know until the end of times… or if they happen to forget the pain of the past. These scars will run deep, and everypony knew it.

But one pony, a blue speck out of a whole world, he alone had just potently, in a sense, froze a point of time. Princess Luna, or to others known as Nightmare Moon, was put into a state of endless reset. She was protected inside a Vault, designed by the absolute smartest minds known to ponykind at the moment. When the vault opened, and only when, would she be able to walk freely again, to attempt to repair this world.

However, the bombs began to arrive.

They were made by the griffons, in order of the emperor of Gryffindor, had decided that they have lost this war.

However, instead of accepting the defeat, they were cowards, ones that believed in the philosophy “I go down, you come with me”. They had launched them, technology completely unknown, magic-infused nuclear power and flames spread across the lands of all, destroying the entirety of everypony's lives.

Just before they landed, some select ponies were able to go inside vaults, starting at 0, and going all the way up to 999.

Blue Trails, Dash, Yuki, Lily, Vanessa. These random ponies, although some from entirely different generations of life, and others frozen to sleep out the death of the world, they will be the ones to completely restore this. But first, one has to awaken. To intimate the final act of this world.

Wake up, sweet Luna. Wake up, smell the ashes. Awaken your pet. And then? After you have awoken? You’ll find out. You’ll realize that in a way, you committed regicide. But that's ok. You don’t need to remember that. Yet…

Awakening in a room that is darker than the night is terrifying. It induced panic into the pony, and even worse when what little memory you have is simply communication. She breathed heavy, albeit she had no idea what was happening.

The bombs.

Her head ached at that moment, a memory barrier blocking access to certain parts of her memory. It was like being an employee working at a government facility, with a basic access to information, some parts are allowed, but the whole of it is not in it’s entirety.

Fletcher… Where is Fletcher?

She started to calm down, just enough to think slower. Her wings were flared out, and she was able to recall a spell, something from…

Before the bombs her memory was immense, but so much of it was blocked. It was disorienting.

As she recalled the spell, her horn flickered to life, emitting a soft glow, that transferred into a bright ray of light, giving the room some form, some flavor. With light, she relaxed imessnely. Around the room was scattered cans, bowels, some devices that she could not identify, mostly all trash, but none-of-the-less she was able to soothe herself.

And she lay there for a while.

She still didn't know what was happening, she didn't even know her name. But from the way she woke up, she could say it was much like awaking from a nightmare.

Her head perked up at that last word.

Nightmare… Nightmare… I am… nightmare.

She smiled, giving herself some form security. She just wished that-

That same pain came back again. Her head aching from attempting her chances at her memory. It seemed that trying to think anything about… him. Just caused her extreme headaches.

“Must be… a security mechanism.” Nightmare said to herself.

The spell began to fade, so she fortyfied, imaging the essence of the spell being grown. She had to figure out her dilemma.

While she didn’t know what was happening, she knew one thing; she had to get out. Although, she had a sneaking suspicion that there was in fact fail safes integrated within the building. She walked over to the huge metal door, looking ever unperterable. A fortresses, that was her awakening place. Her mind racked for ideas, but her state was unable to think of anything, not to mention her limited resources. Although, she remembered something earlier.

“Ah ha!” She exclaimed. Fletcher, a magical beast, or more-so, a wolf that was bound by a Blue Magic, constructed by the best minds, including Twi-

Yet again, her head stopped further inquiry.

“Ugh… I can tell that this is going to get very frustrating… VERY fast.” She knew what she needed to know now.

She walked about the trash, sometimes bumping a can or two, causing a sound that startled her almost every time. But she found what she was looking for.

It was a simple chest, one that contained her own personal chattels, but she was appreciative of the one who had thought ahead for this. Inside was a cloak, it was black and nigh weightless, but because of clear signs it had many enchantments. When she picked it up with her hooves, her hands were warmed to a perfect temperature, and she became both relaxed, but alerted, many times aware of what was around her. She could hear much better, smell everything better, see where even the lights could not reach, and she felt more empowered.

Using her magic, she was able to place the cloak on herself, the effects seemingly enhanced. She continued to search the container.

Inside was a mask that she couldn't place her hoof on, but it was very familiar, some memories seeping through. It had thick, glass goggles, and a long beak, much like one that would be used for a plague doctor. However, it seemed to have been repurposed, as now it had metal reinforcements, and the beak was sharpened to a high degree, so sharp it glistened.

She placed the mask to the side for the moment, and continued her search. There was three more items. A saddlebag, a staff, and a box that was made out of a fine ivory.

She fitted the saddlebag around the barrel of her body, placing the mask along with it. She then reached for the box. When she did, she noticed engravings, and was able to, although not knowing how, decipher what the engravings were spelling.

“The night becomes darker before the day, and the day becomes brighter before the night”

When she said these words, the engravings glowed a brilliant blue. The latches unlocked before, revealing the contents.

At first sight it only appeared to be a small blade, but as she picked the item up by the handle, the blade suddenly extended into a very exquisite silver cutlass. The handle was made out gold and silver, engraved with interlocking patterns. The blade itself was a sight to behold. It’s edge was sharp enough to cut through steel without effort, and it had engravings that glowed a frosty blue has she moved it throughout the air. She lightly touched the ground to confirm her suspicion of a Frost enchantment, as the ground froze.

She brought the sword to the box, and just as it was about to touch the box, it transformed into a sheath for the blade, made out of the same ivory. It had a belt so one could wrap it around themselves for quick drawing of the blade.

She know looked at the last item. It was a staff, gold swirling around the body of it all. It was topped with a gem of sapphire, which started to glow as she picked it up with her magic.

Fletcher

When she wielded the staff, the junk around her started to move, a blue magic flowing through the staff and wrapping around the trash. It had started to construct itself into what Nightmare has grown to fondly call Fletcher.

It took the form of a timberwolf, which was a wolf of magical properties, but it could make itself out of anything around it. It was also a loyal friend to its creator, which was Nightmare.

It roared in its awaking, declaring it’s awakening and reunion with what it considered family.