Dark Spectrum

I slowly open my eyes, having to force my heavy eyelids apart. I stare up at the ceiling, made of black stone. It is rugged, with bumps and spikes dotting the roof. However, there are no signs of age. I shake my head, and investigate the rest of the room. Amongst me are 14 stone beds, put perfectly around the room. The beds are made of stone, with a small head mast made of dark-shaded wood. The head masts each have a somewhat similar design. Each head mast has two long shoots coming out of the top of it, on the left and the right sides. The tops of the shoots are tipped with a bronze spearhead, glimmering from the light in the room, which seems to have no origin. The lighting has a dark green glow that covers the whole room, yet is originating from no point. In the middle of the two shoots is a strange creature, each of them different. The room is large, large enough so every bed also has room for shelves and plenty of walking space around it. Each stone bed has one small shelf to the right of it, tall enough to reach the top of the stone mass. The shelves are halfway filled, but the items inside of the shelves are in a jumble. It looks as if they were all searched through. To the left of each bed is a small cabinet, about as tall as the shelves. Like the shelves, the cabinets are made of petrified wood. The cabinets are decaying, and it is easy to see right into them through the holes that dot them, all that I can clearly see into appear to be empty. The shelves and the bed are also decaying, the shelves being almost too thin and weak to hold the little junk they bear. The head masts have also shown decay, some missing their shoots, some missing half or their entire unique symbol, and some are a combination. The beds are messy, the single sheets that belong to each bed are ripped and tattered, being virtually useless. The stone of the bed is not too bad, but chipped.

I am laying in one of these beds. I sit up, using all my strength to do so. I see my body; my black coat seems in perfect condition, the complete opposite of the rest of the room. I put my hooves to my eyes, rubbing them, trying to take the pain from the light away from them. To me, the light hurts. My eyes are not used to it. I take my hooves away from my eyes, and look at my bed. I immediately notice that there are pieces of black crystals scattered around. There is so many of them, dotted on the bed and on the floor by me. I look at them for a bit, puzzled. They are so... perfect. It seems as if the crystals have shattered into perfect diamonds, an unnatural occurrence. I reach my hoof, which is a darker shade of black than my skin, to touch a crystal. It takes an eternity to make contact with the crystal, as if all my energy has been zapped away. I finally make contact with the crystal, and it feels hot. As searing pain hits my hoof and climbs its way up my body, I retract it. I look at my hoof, to see how bad it burned me. But as I go to investigate my hoof, the burn goes away. My hoof shows no damage. I look back at the crystal, and it starts to move.

Around me, the other crystals begin to move. The crystal I touched flies up, and comes to be perpendicular with my face. There the crystal stays, trembling. I fell strangely calm, like I know that everything is going to be okay. But I don’t know what’s going to happen. In fact, I don’t remember much of everything. I don’t know who I am, why I’m here, all I know is what my surroundings look like, what my body looks like, and that something is going on right in front of me.

I snap back my attention to the crystal. It stays still for a bit, just shaking. I reach out to it, but right when I start to do so, a hiss is emitted from it. I put my hoof down. The crystals all around the bed and on the bed start to tremble as well. I’m still calm, for a reason I don’t know. The crystals fly up to meet the one right in front of me. As they hit the crystal, the other crystals melt into a strange dark goop. Soon, the entire crystal is engulfed in dark goop. It pulses, as if it is alive. I calmly stare at it, wondering what it is. Before I have time to react, the goop flies right into my face.

The goop climbs around my face, forcing it’s way into my eyes, mouth, and nose. It is excruciatingly painful, yet I remain calm. This is what scares me, the fact that I am not phased by this. The goop finishes entering my body, and the pain stops. Calm before the storm. Suddenly, massive pain flows through my mind. I put my hooves on my head, hoping that it will stop the pain. I roll around on the bed, the pain clouding my thoughts. I fall off my bed, yet I do not feel it. The pain in my mind is too small. I close my eyes, a natural reaction to this pain. I wait for it to end. Or for me to meet my end. The pain is... unbearable. But at its climax, it stops. I open my eyes. I look around the room, and wonder what happened. As I do, I realize that I now know where this place is. This is my clan’s bedroom. Sleeping place of my family. I remember everything; I remember where I am, who I am, and what happened. Thus, I remember the joy, the content, and the pain.

My name is Black Moon, and I live with my family, the Dark Star clan, in the
center of the Everfree Forest. My family and I all have a unique trait, mastery of black magic.

Our family’s abilities originated from my great-great-grandfather. He was always on a quest of noble ambitions. Being disgusted with the imbalance of the world created by emperor Discord, he journeyed for power that would allow him to create balance in the world. During a travel in the Everfree forest, he encountered a small dragon, about the size of a boulder. Apparently, it was not a dragon at all, but a mystical demon. It say power in his my great-great-grandfathers blood, and finally saw a worthy host. For the demon had strange ways of working, it could not simply manipulate the physical world directly. It had to lend it’s power to another creature, that will use the demon’s power. My great-great-grandfather accepted the demon’s request, and the two merged their power. From that day on, the demon and my ancestor were one. Using his newly gained power, he thought he could defeat Discord and return balance. He failed in defeating Discord, as he was untrained. However, due to how entertaining the battle was to him, Discord let him live. He decided from that day on to fully master his powers. But as the years went by, as the demon continued to teach him, he saw that he would never master all of his power. He decided that he would instead get assistance. His two sons, my great grandfathers, willingly took up on their father’s request. The demon was happy to get the assistance. Overnight, the two sons seemed to get their own demons, whose origins are unknown. The three of them continued to study, and write books on the spells, hoping that by passing their learning’s through future generations of their family, they can uphold my great-great-grandfather’s dream. Sadly, he died at the hands of his sons, after he tried to kill them. It seemed that the demon finally got to him, and controlled him. After his death, the demon disappeared.

My clan started with his dream. The information was passed down, just as this story. My family has always strived to perfect the magic, in memory of him. It seems that the demons also appear from nowhere, as if they were naturally attracted to our determination. But the real reason they were attracted to us, was our blood. Our founder, my ancestor, was told by the demon that he was selected because his bloodline was pure, and yet also corrupted. It was in perfect balance.

My life was good. Even though it was hard work, I had fun. Learning the ways of the dark magic, learning how to control it, was my pass time. I played with my brothers and sisters, and Discord never touched us. Life was perfect. But it had to end.

One day, Discord was over thrown. Two sisters, Celestia and Luna, defeated him, and turned him to stone. We all could sense it. We were worried, what these two were going to do. So we waited. For a while, nothing happened. Then one day, everything went downhill.

Celestia and Luna sensed the dark energy we were emitting as a result of our studies, and came after us. We felt it, and started to prepare. We packed our things, and were going to leave. I was only 18. When we got out of our house, leaving all our research behind, we ran. We didn’t get far. The two caught us, and used their combined magic to capture us. The mixture of light and dark magic, it was too much. We were defeated.

I remember that dark cell. I could see the stone all around me, covered with moss. The floor was damp, from what, I didn’t want to know. The door was made of enchanted wood that resisted everything I threw at it. In the room was a stone bed, cracked and withered. It was so dark; I could only see the outside of my cell. I sat there in the dark, scared. I tried everything I could, removing the door, teleporting, everything. The place was resistant to magic. For the first time of my life, I was scared.

One day in that cell, after waking up, I found myself being carried by two guards. I could see my family up ahead, they all looked asleep. I knew what I had to do. I desperately tried to use a spell, using all my power. I finally managed too. Using a time manipulation spell, I was able to freeze the two in time. I ran away. I ran away from my family. I wouldn’t be able to do anything, I was too weak. I ran out of the castle I was in, not paying attention to my surroundings. I was eventually able to make it out. Just then, I heard the voice of my grandfather in my head.

He was using a spell to talk to anybody with a telepathy spell. I was the only one who heard him. He told me that there was nothing I could do to help him. He told me to go home, and use a spell to suspend myself in a field of dark energy. He told me that when the time came when positive energy was in a surplus, I would awaken. I tried to ask him something, anything; I had so many questions. But after he gave me orders, his voice was gone.

The walk home was long and confusing. I didn’t know how to react. I tried to think of something, but my mind was jumbled. After leaving Canterlot, my mind exploded. The screams of my family ringed inside my head. I could only look into the horizon as tears filled my eyes. I felt numb, as the truth came to light. My family was killed. As tears filled my eyes, I ran home.

By the time I got home, I wanted to give up. Everything that was important to me was now gone. The whole world had shattered right in front of me. I felt so helpless. All I could do was follow my uncle’s last request. I went to my bed, and used the spell. My demon and I were frozen, waiting to awake. I remember the last thing I though when I was about to freeze. “They’re all dead.”

I have awoken. This means that positive energy has taken the world, and flooded out the negative. But that does not matter now. All that matters now is that I finally get my revenge. Celestia killed everything I loved, so I’ll make sure I do the same to her.