*Start A Time Alone - Trevor DeMaere*

Dear: Myself

What have I been doing all my life…I am living in a world of predominantly ponies, pegasi, unicorns and alicorns. I have no idea anymore I feel like my sanity has been chipped away but some days now have become so vivid in my memories that I can no longer forget anymore. As I am writing this down now I have no idea why I even picked up the diary in the first place, it was on the main road to a small village called Ponyville. A dark blue book with nothing written in it yet, and I pondered whether to return it or not, I am not usually a person to write in a book about my feelings on specific days, but here I am writing this now, maybe it is to keep myself sane. Life has become so different now, since the ties with my old life has been severed thanks to Discord (who I want to kill now and beat him senselessly) I now live a life full of freedom and torment of slowed aging. Nightmare Moon making me immortal has been both a curse and a gift, for I always wanted to do good for the better and with being immortal for the rest of life I can do it however I now have to witness many things that should not have happened or I could have prevented.

Before as an Assassin, my entire life has been me fighting against the political leaders of the time with Sash, Ash or my father. The days of wars against the templars had been rough at times, where there have been casualties on both sides but worse of all was the whispers on the streets about the children knapping. It was something that I despised so much, and I wanted to stop it as much as I can but alas I cannot now because of the world I am on. I sometimes wished that people would stop becoming corrupt with power, at times I even wondered why I even kill the nobles it becomes a vicious cycle. They never learn, I can only guess it is human nature in which we must all endure. The days I live now are mostly me hiding or helping ponies along the road. From the ponies talking and items that are dropped along the roads I have learnt more about the world I must live in now but more on that later.

Day 1 From Return:

After Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy left, I was truly left alone to think about Nightmare Moon’s return. To truly vanquish her is a difficult task that I have not thought of properly even when I am writing this. I discovered in the castle ruins that there was a secret library in which there were scrolls of many different spells and one on the extensive history of Equestria. A lot of the scrolls and books have been signed by a stallion I presume named Starswirl the Bearded, who has written a lot of interesting things about Equestria, ranging from the elements of harmony in which was what Celestia used to banish Nightmare Moon to the moon and many other mystical artifacts. It has sparked my interest about the Elements of Harmony as they came from a Tree, called the Tree of Harmony, this tree is in the Everfree forest which is where I am currently in. The history has given me insight about the land and how it came to be, but in some of those written scrolls and books there were some prophecies that have not been determined yet. One foretells the end of Equestria from a great planet in the sky while another foretells of a being who can change shape in which will shape Equestria for the better. However, there was nothing on how to specifically beat Nightmare Moon which means I have to rely on the mysterious 6 ponies.

The prophecy still lingers in my mind, with as a line that still bothers me till this very day is about the six ponies. Who are these 6 and how will they stop Nightmare Moon. The one called Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy for some reason has reawakened my eagle sense where they appeared golden and for that reason I believe that they are 2 of the chosen six but to my judgement I have no idea who are the rest of the ponies. The ruins of the castle have now become my safe place in which it has been abandoned for many years but there are things outside of the castle that roam at night. The howls and growls and roars that sound throughout the night echo heavily but for some reason the creatures that make the noise are always deterred from the castle which is a relief. In the day the forest is not as dangerous but even then, with the looks of serenity and peace it is all an act of deception.

Day 3 From Return:

I have learnt a lot about Equestria for the past 3 days and the whereabouts of Celestia. I wonder myself at times on what Celestia is like and how she truly acts. I have only talked to Luna and learnt about her duties ranging from dream duty and hunting beast of unimaginable ferocity. From what I have read on Celestia it seems that she’s a benevolent ruler and there have not been any cases of revolutions or assassinations against Celestia which evidently shows her capabilities as a ruler. Luna on the other hand, I do not know what to say or write, I’ve only known her for a few days then she loved me. Celestia has moved to the castle in the mountains and has called it Canterlot which to me was so funny that I was almost spotted on that day. Canterlot was bigger than I had suspected at first, along the roofs and the walls it glistens with gold, the main castle is now larger than any that I have visited in the past and it is more secure than the old one. Now there are more nobles to assassinate. The nobles still act the same as they do in the past, the whispering and murmuring is very annoying, it seems to me that ponies and humans have a lot more common than I thought. I have explored Canterlot in the dead of night as me wearing a black suit in the middle of the day is too suspicious. Stealth was not always one of my strongest points and it was with total concentration that I had to study the movements of the ponies. There were also no knights in shining armour, they appear more as guards where they wore no visor but still a helmet of some sought. Also, as I waited for night time there was no change in shift, which was odd, but I have deduced that the bat winged ponies must have had their allegiance for Luna and must have either fled or waited for her return. The layout of Canterlot is full of alleyways and appear to have become more civilised with strange new foods, strange places such as a spa and a shop called Curio. It has come to my attention also that the ponies have started to wear less and less clothes, before it reminded me of pagan times the clothes they wore but no it is very strange. Luckily, they are only ponies and not humans, it’s not like I will start being intimate with them anyway.

I have also heard of a new village that has popped up called Ponyville, it’s a quiet little town where nothing anything of importance has happened apart from the fact is that it is a growing town. There has been no word of the Crystal Empire which I still blame Celestia for not saving anyone. With the claims of Celestia as being a goddess I must entirely disagree with the notion.

Every night now I have been reliving the death of my family over and over again, it has become a burden, and the guilt is as strong as it was when I first experienced it. I feel like I cannot let go of the family I loved so much. I sometimes hear the laughs of Nightmare Moon echo throughout my dreams as I know she sees me in a mess, waiting for me to break into nothing and to return and claim me as a pet. I dread the day when she comes back, but I promised myself to free Luna and to separate them two and to have a little talk to Nightmare Moon.

*End Song*

*Start A Hero Within Us - David Eman & Trevor DeMaere*

Silver stopped writing, the sun was nearing the horizon as it was turning into night time. The quill was still in Silver’s hand when the cold draft of wind rustled the tree he was in. Placing the little black book inside his cloak, he gathered the ink and the quill placing it inside his pocket and started moving across the Everfree forest. The howls of wolves echoed throughout the forest and the roars of various creatures thundered throughout the night, but something caught Silver’s attention. A sniffle, something that he would not have noticed if it weren’t for his eagle vision. There he found a little rose-coloured unicorn crying, but when he got closer to it, the unicorn horn was broken. Snapped at the base as if been cut by something blunt, “Oh, poor unicorn,” Silver thought. He crept closer and touched the little head of the crying unicorn who was huddled underneath a tree, using the roots as coverage. It was getting darker and the little unicorn opened her eyes wide and nearly screamed but a finger was placed on her mouth.

“What’s your name little one?” Silver asked, intrigued at the broken horn, every now and then it would fizzle with magic. The unicorn only whimpered and tried to move away in fear. “I am not going to hurt you, I am here to help you,”

“My name is Fizzlepop Berrytwist,” Fizzlepop whimpered, she moved away from Silver’s hand. The fear in her eyes was still shifting,

“Where are your parents, you shouldn’t be here alone, it’s not safe,” Silver said genuinely,

“My parents don’t love me, they left me without saying good bye, I don’t care where they are,” Fizzlepop said angrily,

“Are you from an orphanage?” Silver asked,

“What is it to you, why are you helping me? I don’t need your help!” Fizzlepop said, keeping her mouth shut as if she did not want to talk anymore.

“Well why don’t you come with me, I have a warm fire and food to eat,” Silver said holding out his hand to her, “it’s a lot safer than huddling underneath the roots of a tree, I promise I’m not here to hurt you,”

Fizzlepop looked at Silver, the face smiling, a warm smile she had never seen in a long time, something her father would do. And she took his hand.

Silver carried Fizzlepop like a baby, her head and forelegs over his shoulders as he continued walking towards the castle. It was quiet for Fizzlepop as she nuzzled closely, the warmth of this newcomer felt relaxing, but she was still on guard. Before her parents said to not trust strangers but she was sick and tired of sleeping under a rotting tree all by herself. She couldn’t believe her friends, just abandoned her as simple as that, she never understood them and hated them for that reason. She opened her eyes and saw a shadow, the dark rigid lines of a creature leapt across the forest. She started panicking, her breath quickened but Silver held on quickly bringing her view of his face and shushed her. He was alert and Fizzlepop could see it, the sword where he had usually placed on his back had to be moved to the belt area for Fizzlepop and he brought out the arming sword. It shined in Fizzlepop’s eyes, the gold coloured entrancing her but before she could say anything, something leapt over her knocking down Silver. It was a timber wolf, the dry bark and the green glows set her off as she tried to run away. But when a timber wolf hunts it never hunts alone. Fizzlepop looked back towards Silver whose face was now covered in the green blood and the corpse of the animal laid on the floor. The sword was washed with the blood of the timber wolf and was held at the ready, as the pack surrounded them. Fizzlepop was scared, it was much worse than the Ursa minor that took her horn as she looked around for an exit but before she could do anything Silver grabbed her and did something extraordinary. They flew up to the trees into the safety of the branches, flabbergasted by the way they were moving through the air, “Was it magic?” Fizzlepop thought but to her horror the wolves drew their claws, digging into the wood as the growls grew closer towards her even at the safety of the trees. Being terrified was something that she hated and was trying to not jump out from the tree and run to safety. It was only because of Silver grabbing her and running across the branches that she didn’t do it. The thumps of her hearts echoed through out her body as the growls continued to follow them from bellow.

The castle of the Two Sisters came into view and Silver relaxed a bit knowing they were safe. He leapt of the branch on to a stone façade and grunted in slight pain, absorbing the shock through his knees onto the floor. Fizzlepop heard the growls fading away and huffed in relief. Silver already placed her down and started rummaging through his belongings bringing out 2 apples and a can. The can was something new to Fizzlepop as she poked it with a hoof, but only felt the metallic material it was made from. She tried to read the label, but it was all nonsense to her as she stuttered to make out the words. Silver read it out to her, canned corn, something she had never heard before and decided against it to open it. Instead she opted for the sweet-smelling apples, the red colour dazzled in her eyes as the fire was brought alight illuminating the castle area they were in. The first bite made her stomach grumble in delight as she quickly devoured the apples, meeting her satisfaction and was already falling under sleepiness. Huddling closer to the fire, she rested on a smooth round rock and decided to go to sleep rather than asking more questions about the strange creature, but the mood was cut off when the strange creature spoke to her.

“What happened to your horn Fizzlepop?” Silver asked, he knew it was a soft topic but curiosity took the thought out of him.

“A big blue bear took it,” Fizzlepop said, trying to not remember the day of when her friends abandoned her. She was starting to cry thinking about it but then a warm hand brushed her forehead.

“It’s alright, I will protect you from now on,” Silver said solemnly, before standing up and heaved a log into the fire.

“What is your name?” Fizzlepop asked, looking at the clothes it was odd, as she had rarely seen

“Silver, you should go to sleep now, Fizzle, it’s getting late now. you are safe, I will be on guard, don’t you worry about it,” Silver said, before standing up and disappeared into the darkness.

Sleep had taken hold of Fizzlepop and she was surprised that she did not have any nightmares about her friends leaving her instead it was a dream about the strange creature that helped her. He was on the edge of a lake as she was playing in the water, the water blue and crystal clear but all of a sudden, the waters colour turned a deep red. She stopped and looked at the now blood red water she was bathing in, staring at her hoofs as the water turned into blood. Whose blood she did not know and did not want to find out as she quickly clambered to the edge of the lake and found that Silver was gone. It was then silent, the water’s edge calm as she looked away trying to understand what was happening until the cries of torment echoed throughout the blood creating tremors. She turned expecting something to be in the blood, something ghastly to come and get her but the blood stopped churning, however when she looked towards the blood she didn’t see a reflection of herself. It was Silver’s, the hooded cloaked figure that she now trusted murdering ponies. She was shaken to the core, as she saw Silver slice a pony’s throat before dropping the body. Something about the image was telling her that there was part truth in this, that Silver wasn’t just a nice mysterious animal that would help her, but she still didn’t understand what it meant. Voices filled her ears as she heard the shrills of mares and the guttural screams of stallions, as Silver waded through pony after pony. Fizzlepop eyes widening with alarm as the clear waters started turning red every time Silver murdered a pony. Trust was something that should be earned not given, and now Fizzlepop was questioning Silver. It was too much for her as she tried to run away but she wasn’t standing on solid ground anymore.

She fell through the abyss before waking up, shook and terrified. Silver was nowhere to be found as she looked at the now dying fire. Her nightmare fresh in her memories and was terrified of what Silver could do now. It was starting to get cold, the dew was forming, and the cold air made her breath solidified. She got up wanting to stay warm for the rest of the time sleeping and tried moving a log with magic, but her horn just fizzled. She didn’t notice that a giant creature was lurking in the darkness, its claws sharpened to cut through the meat of a pony. It crept towards her hiding in the shadows, its growls kept to a minimum as it reached closer to her. Fizzlepop sighed and bit the wood, moving it into the fire but then she heard someone or something breathing. The stench then hit her, something very foul as if a rotten carcass was close by. She looked around her expecting Silver but there was still no sign of him. It was then she felt a slight breath down her neck making her shiver, the creature before her snarling as she scampered away. She didn’t know what it was, it was like a combination of different animals, a tiger, goat and a snake. It was such an odd creature and she did not have time to admire it as it leapt towards her, roaring at her. She shouted out for Silver hoping that he was close by, but it was no use as the creature leapt towards again. Her heart beats quickened, scampering around looking for a place to hide. It was the only thing she knew and wished nothing more than for this to end. She tried to scream for Silver but all that came out was a whimper, as the creature had her now. The claws holding her into position, she struggled but the snake was now close to her face. She shuddered not knowing what to do but then she saw a shadow above her, “Was it Silver?” she thought, but it was something worse. A Ursa Minor. She squirmed to see it again her fears reignited with new passion as she tried to work her magic, she did not want to die, and her horn flashed with a bright light causing both creatures to look away. Especially the chimera that clawed at its eyes thinking the bright light was not meant to happen.

She sprinted off away from the darkness of the Castle never turning her head back to see if the savage animals where after her. Silver was still nowhere in sight and she cried, alone again. She hated everyone now, the empty promises that was made to her, how could of she been so ignorant. Fizzlepop hated everything now, with a hot fiery passion, she despised Silver now, the empty promise of telling her it was safe boiled her blood. “But what did the nightmare mean,” she wondered but quickly dismayed the idea, it was a stupid one and wished nothing more than to forget the bizarre creature Silver was. Fizzlepop could only trust herself, herself alone now.

*End Song*

Author's Note

This version is unedited, also if you did not know I will be on a hiatus for 2-3 weeks because of Trials. Tell me what you think in the comments and I will see you in the next chapter :D