There was a pitch-black sky, and the wind blew from the northeast. Ice flakes from the sky as if it had been a cold cry for the death of several innocents. Once upon a time, she was born. Their name was Art Pony. A pony with black fur with a blue rose at her front hooves. A bluebird at their back hooves. However, both of her eyes had this nice blue eyeliner.

Art Pony used her left hoove, grabbed the paintbrush, and started to stroke eight pink ponies on one piece of paper. Once on another piece of paper, she used her front left. She had a pen on the blue pegasus with a rainbow mane. However, she drew the fourth with wings. On another sheet of paper, she started to draw this red earth pony with an apple as a cutie mark.

On the day she finished them. She walked to the royal castle and gave them well-known names and side numbers of that project for generation four. Once she gave it to Princess Celestia and created this one miracle magic and placed it in the secret library in Canterlot where no one will ever find it.

“I was scared at first when it happened. I can’t believe I’m still alive after all this. I went to the secret library. It was scary, and it wasn’t my choice. I wanted to see my friend, and there was the worst time that no one told me about until that day came to a close. It was a suffering moment in my life. Where do I begin? It began two years ago after my surgery.”

Two years ago.

The time was about six o’clock in the morning.

“Minty!” Reagan got hugged on the hospital bed.

“Woopies, I’m sorry, Reagan. I want you to know Pinkie is busy for this Christmas event this year.”

She nodded her head slowly after the pain in her left eye. All she could think of was the poke in the left pupil.

“It felt of no end of pain. Magic wasn’t even existed yet, not even sleep injections. I had been through something horrible as a left eye infection. The poke felt so painful my left eye made water drop like a waterfall.”

Reagan shut her right eye and took a deep breath.

“So, Minty. How is Pinkie Pie doing?”

“Oh, she is doing fine after all. There was a time when ponies called us pinkiemint. I clearly remember those days very clearly. I was even scared. It was the first time I flew a balloon in winter. Almost fall to my death. If Pinkie weren't there, I would have died or worse from ice cold water.”

Reagan used her imagination.

Snow blew from the northwest hard by a cliff. The balloon moved between the two cliffs while it was dark outside. Minty panicked, and the balloon popped from the old sharp root. The root broke as Minty fell deep down. Once Minty hit the ice, it broke and made a glass sound. She became cold instantly, drowning in the weight of the air balloon.

“Wow, sounded a bit scary. Even I would panic during that time. At least Pinkie saved her.”
Reagan opened her mouth with her teeth together, had a tone in her voice box made a funny sound, putting her right hoof over her mouth.

“I hope the surgery goes well.”

Two hours early.

The left eyeball wasn’t confirmed to reconnect to the eye socket. The nurse used the scalpel tool to dig. She then pulled it out with her left hoof seeing an eye of a left eye infection.

“Your eye seems to be infected. Try not to move, ok.”

Several hours early.

Reagan was to hold pressure on her left eye. Letting it recover is the most painful thing. The rusty nail slit her left eye.

“Yes, Minty, I should rest after that procedure.”

Reagan shut her eyes after something spoke to both of her ears.

She began to have water dripped from her forehead and started to shiver of a cold, and under those bedsheets, she got hot from the air, and she kept breathing slowly to whatever end, overthinking stuff on what the whisper spoke to her.

“Reagan, please help me. I don’t want to feel alone, please.”

The green pony walked out of the room. It was a dark room.

“Minty, did you hear that? Minty.”

Minty closed the door behind her.

The room went grey as the lamp started to flicker. Reagan's heart began to start racing.

She whispered in her ear, “Death is coming… coming for you!”

Reagan’s eyes began to shake like her body in the cold damped sheets.

She blinked her eyes two times and then closed her eyes shut to listen to that soothing whisper that gave her chills. Once she pulled all the covers to her. She held them tight to the bed sheets and started to lie on her left side. She felt a cold breeze that grasped her tightly. The whisper again spoke to her.

“Can you escape death? You know you want to save your family.”

A ghost with fur color of blue, red eyes, a unicorn horn, and a side of a purple mane braided.

“The bloodline runs through your veins, Reagan. You know what to do.”

The ghost disappeared as it giggled.

“It’s been a long time since I first walked through those doors of the restriction section of the library. I walked through those doors of the restriction section in the year six hundred sixty-two. The real reason for me being in there; was the search for my dear sister. However, the dark days there at that time were scary. I had no choice but to pick up some clop fiction. When I saw my sister, something was amiss with her. She had wings like a pegasus, but it was different. I then saw my brother, but he was odd at first. However, I just couldn’t figure out how I had died.”

“Brother, why did you do this to me? All I could remember was the grail. It was in my grasp, but you killed me why. What was in that grail? Why did you keep it from me, dear brother? So, many questions and not a lot of answers.” Their eyes of her became ice cold. The feel of a damped wet floor, the pale skin of her fur coat was dreadful with the sign of a stain of red.

“Before I passed out from all the blood loss. I had a dream that went into my mind.”

Several years ago, before the year six hundred sixty-six. Emmeranne was fast asleep under her bedsheet covers. It was then Azriel used his left hoof and shut the lights outs. He then closed the door behind him. Emmeranne was fifteen of her age going through a love phase.

“Oh, brother Azriel you look so hot.”

Author's Note

In the past three fictions, we finally get an answer to the true pure mystery of the Fear Pitch Black Series. I'm the most excited for this to be my best one for the Fear Pitch Black series. I hope you enjoy followers and non-followers. I wanted to write this arc for years.