(Inspired by Celesti Lateo's story Glory of the Sun. It is not in any way a direct copy, with changes almost everywhere except for the basic idea. If he decides to make this story a parallel world to his own, that is on him, but it is not attached until otherwise said.) (Also inspired byLost Little Wolf)

(This is a self insert. I have joined and am shipping out for basic training a month after school is out. This is a what if scenario for me.)
(Sex tag is for jokes, no clop, but there will be gore.)

All my life as a human I have been a soldier. I grew up learning the art of war from a military family, learning everything from archery to sword play, and I honestly enjoyed it, and knew my calling before I was even out of middle school. Sadly, not long after I was done with my basic training, tensions overflowed all across the world. I found myself dead on the battlefield, gazing up at the summer moon before darkness closed around my vision. That was the normal part. See I didn't get a afterlife, rather a rebirth....with all my memories, PTSD, and muscle memory without the strength behind it, and the entirely wrong gender.

Oh and did I mention my mother is a pony goddess who forced Night time (mostly) eternal?