I can still remember that fateful night, even after all these years. The emotions swelling up in my soul, the awestruck fear stretching from my trembling claw to my quivering tail, the astonishing beams of light streaking across the sky, and the eerie silence that followed. The night sky bore a reminder of that event that lasted longer than I can remember.

But before I go on, allow me to share a little bit about myself. I am a dragon, as you might have guessed, and due to my size I'm not able to write in small pieces of paper. The only reason this is on paper at all is because i had a friend who had decent penmanship. In regards to the story there is a lot to recall, and I only have memories of certain events up to this point.

It was the following night of my molting, or on a more easy to understand term, puberty. My wings just grew in and I was searching for a cave to call my home. I made sure to get far enough from the dragonlands so i could have an easier time searching for gems (that and the constant teasing of my horn was driving me nuts). And as fate would have it, Equestria seemed like just the place.

At the moon's highest point, the only sound breaking through the silent night was the sound of cracking stone and clattering gems. This soon faded as an echoing laugh spread through the air. The voice was oddly soothing compared to the voices of my kin, yet also filled with a deep menace. This, i later on reasoned, came from the Skymane Warmaiden or, as you are more likely to know her, Nightmare Moon. I had only a faraway view, but it was not hard to spot some of the easier to spot features. Azure armor, black fur, and a mane that embodied the starry night sky. There was another however, one who seemed to be almost the exact opposite. Her gold attire suggested a vast amount of wealth, perhaps more than any dragon has ever collected at any one point in time. What stuck out to me the most was her mane. A bright display of blue, green and pink, colors that seemed to stick out amongst the blackened sky.

The events that unfolded were mesmerizing. The beautiful yet destructive beams from their horns streaming across the sky like bolts of lightning striking the earth. The draft from their flight sending dust and small bits of rubble in every direction. This didnt last long, as the white mare was struck down, landing in the castle below. In any other situation i might have just moved on once the fighting ceased, but the fact that beyond my homeland existed creatures with such beauty and power left me too awestruck to even twitch my nose.

What followed was perhaps the most bizarre of all, as if it came from a dream. The fallen horse rose again, surrounded by unusual magic, which she used to cast her foe farther than i ever knew was possible. The moon itself bore a symbol that I became obsessed with for many many years. A horse's head cut off by a crescent with a horn nearly reaching the end of the moon.

Thus began my thirst for knowledge. I desired it as much as and dragon desired gems for their hoarde. I started by asking about the events I witnessed. Unfortunately, fear was working against me. Most Equestrians i asked either grew too stiff to speak, screamed and ran in fear or fainted on the spot. Rather comically at that too. Those that didn't run resorted to hiding or tried "facing me" in combat, to which i scowled or groaned in annoyance which sometimes lead me to shout at them, causing them to tuck their tails between their legs and run, or I would fly off, and hear screams of joy as i did so. This was getting me nowhere.

And so i sought out information outside Equestrian borders. Most of my answers came from books and occasional strangers. The more I learned, the more i wanted to learn. I acquired knowledge of Equestria itself and its founding, of 6 different "pillars" and their adventures. I leaned of three different races knows as earth, pegasi, and unicorns. The pieces started to fit together like shards of a broken gem. But not all the pieces were there.

What I knew was that the two I saw that night were Celestia and Luna, who were known as princesses, the highest tier of rule in Equestrian society. They were believed to be in control of the sun and moon, and given what i had seen, I had no real doubts about it. The mare on the moon was apparently banished to the moon for refusing to make way for the sun out of envy of her sister, one she would spend a millennium within until the longest day of the last year. But no matter how hard i searched or how deep i dug, one question was never given a proper answer: What is an alicorn?

For all the knowledge available, and info on alicorns was few and far in between. So i did my own research, beginning with basic anatomy of ponies and horses, then studying the physical attributes of each race and comparing them to what I witnessed that night. To summarize, the rulers of day and night rivaled the sturdiest earth ponies, the fastest pegasi, and the most talented of unicorns. Yet even with this knowledge, I still had many questions, such as if alicorns are born naturally, how strong or weak can they become, how old they can be, or how many more are out in our world. The only other thing I could think of was to ask one directly, which was, without a doubt, out of the question. Or at least, that's what I thought.

Author's Note

This is a story that I hope will be a good starting point for my future, and a story any reader will enjoy!