Chapter 26: The Tale of Moonshadow Spirit

In Canterlot, the moonlight bathed the city in a gentle glow, casting long, serene shadows over the quiet streets. At Storm’s family home, the warmth of the evening contrasted with the cool silver of the moonlight filtering through the windows.

In their home, Mythic was diligently sharpening a spear, his movements rhythmic and deliberate. The soft scraping sound of the whetstone against the blade filled the room, a comforting ritual he had performed countless times before. He paused briefly, inspecting the polished weapon. Its gleaming surface caught the faint light, a testament to his care.

“It always feels good to keep our weapons in top shape for training,” Mythic murmured to himself, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he placed the spear on a stand alongside the others. The neatly arranged weapons glinted faintly in the light, a reflection of the discipline and pride that defined their family.

Satisfied with his work, Mythic stretched briefly and made his way upstairs. He intended to greet his wife but paused at the doorway when he saw her sitting quietly in the study. Sapphire was hunched over an open family photo album, her hoof resting gently on one particular picture. The soft glow of the moon illuminated her face, revealing the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes.

Mythic stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “Honey?” he called softly, his voice laced with tenderness.

Sapphire flinched slightly, startled by his presence. She quickly wiped her eyes and turned to face him, forcing a small smile. “Oh, Mythic, dear,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I didn’t hear you come up.”

Mythic’s gaze shifted to the photo album, where a picture of a younger Sapphire stood with her father, Moonshadow Spirit. The warmth and joy in their expressions were unmistakable, a snapshot of a cherished moment frozen in time.

“You’re thinking about your father, aren’t you?” Mythic asked gently, his voice low but filled with understanding.

Sapphire didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she gave a small nod, her composure faltering as another tear slid down her cheek. Unable to bear the sight of his wife’s sorrow, Mythic moved closer and sat beside her. Without a word, Sapphire leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as his hoof wrapped around her protectively.

“I know, honey,” Mythic said after a moment, his tone soft yet steady. “I miss Moonshadow too.”

Sapphire’s voice quivered as she spoke, her words laced with longing. “I just wish he were here... so I could see his loving smile again. Just one more time.”

Mythic tightened his hold on her, offering the silent strength she needed. “We all wish he were here,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of his own grief. “Especially the kids. You know how much Storm looked up to him—how we all did. But Moonshadow wouldn’t want us to suffer from his absence. He’d want us to honor his memory by being strong for each other, for our family.”

Sapphire lifted her head slightly to look at him, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the moonlight. “You’re right,” she said softly, her lips curving into a faint smile. “He would want us to live, to love, and to keep going... for our family.”

Mythic smiled back, his own gaze brimming with warmth. “Exactly. And as long as Storm is out there, teaching and inspiring others—Twilight, his siblings, his friends—he’s not just continuing Moonshadow’s legacy. He’s creating his own along with his friends and family.”

Sapphire’s smile grew, pride glimmering in her eyes as she looked back at the photo album. Together, they turned the page to a family photo that featured their children, themselves, and Moonshadow Spirit standing side by side. Each face was lit with joy, their bonds as a family radiating through the image.

“He’d be so proud of the family we’ve raised,” Mythic said, his voice firm yet tender. He leaned down and kissed Sapphire gently on the cheek, earning a soft laugh from her as she returned the gesture.

“And I’m proud of us too,” Sapphire said, resting her hoof on the image of Moonshadow. “For everything we’ve built together.”

For a moment, the two sat in peaceful silence, the warmth of their love for each other and their family filling the room.

*Main theme*

After the chaotic events of the Grand Galloping Gala, Storm, Twilight, and the others returned to Ponyville for a much-needed break. But relaxation didn’t last long—Storm had recently offered Twilight the opportunity to learn martial arts and combat skills. Naturally, Twilight accepted the challenge, eager to broaden her abilities. She began her training with Storm's family under the guidance of both Storm and his father, Mythic Vision.

At first, it was difficult for Twilight, a self-professed bookworm who often relied on her magic for combat. However, with time, she grew more adept, mastering high kicks, punches, and even the basics of weaponry. Storm had even helped her learn to use her magic in combat more efficiently, showing her how to create auric hands around her front hooves for extra reach and precision.

The next day, it was a quiet evening in Ponyville as the stars were out with the full moon and in Storm's house the lights were on in his living area, but it was dark downstairs as he held a lit candle in his left hoof.

Tonight's lesson was to extinguish the flame without your presence.

"Now remember." Storm instructed. "To master the darkness, you need to become one with the shadows. Darkness gives a warrior power to sneak upon his enemies, while light reveals the warriors weakness. Now, can any one of you extinguish this flame… without revealing yourselves?"

Hiding in the shadows was Aqua as she charged in through the shadows with her tesson fans, ready to extinguish the flame. But, Storm quickly lowered it without ease with a smirk as Aqua flew over him and hit the wall with a grunt in pain.

“Too noisy, Aqua,” Storm said, his tone tinged with amusement as he shook his head. “The shadows aren’t supposed to announce themselves.”

Aqua groaned, rubbing her shoulder as she shot him a playful glare. “I’ll get you next time.”

Before Storm could reply, Crimson charged forward from behind, his sais spinning in his hooves. His approach was swift, his expression determined, but Storm was faster. He ducked low, dodging Crimson’s strike with ease.

Crimson landed in a fighting stance, his frustration evident. He twirled his sais with practiced flair, narrowing his eyes at Storm. “Alright, big bro, try dodging this!” he shouted, charging straight at him again.

With a swift sidestep, Storm swept Crimson’s hooves out from under him, sending him flying across the room. Crimson crashed into Aqua, the two siblings landing in a heap.

“Too slow, Crimson,” Storm said with a smirk, setting the candle upright again.

Crimson groaned as Aqua shoved him off. “You’re so lucky he’s faster than me,” she muttered, shaking her head as she stood.

But unknown to him, above him was Twilight as she was hiding in the shadows before she opened her eyes with determination before she jumped down and took something out from behind her.

SWIPE!

Storm was stunned as the candle was cut in half as Twilight landed away from him and held the lit candle in a katana of her own.

In her training outfit. With a tesson and a katana sword.

She then blew the candle out as the room went dark before being congratulated by Aqua and Storm.

“Way to go, Twi!” Storm said, his proud smile unmistakable, making Twilight blush slightly at his praise.

“That was amazing, Twilight!” Aqua added, pulling her into a hug. “I wish I had thought of that!”

"Teacher's pet," Crimson muttered with clear jealousy, his voice cutting through the moment like a sharp blade.

Twilight, quick with her response, smirked and tossed the other half of the candle at him. "Jealous that I was able to do it better than you?"

“Oooh, she got you there!” Aqua teased, her mocking voice making Crimson scowl in frustration.

Crimson had been feeling a little jealous ever since Twilight started training under Storm and Mythic. She was improving quickly, and though Crimson would never admit it out loud, he hated feeling outdone.

After Twilight had joined up to train under Storm and Mythic Vision, Twilight was easily getting better and better each passing day whereas Crimson was starting to get a little jealous.

Crimson grumbled, his pride stung, but before he could retort, Storm stepped in. “Alright, Crimson, that’s enough,” he said firmly, giving his younger brother a pointed look. “This isn’t a competition—it’s training. Focus on improving yourself, not comparing yourself to others.”

Crimson sighed but nodded, his frustration ebbing under Storm’s steady gaze. “Yeah, yeah. Got it.”

Then a clapping was heard from behind them as they turned around to see the rest of the girls and Spike clapping for them, more specifically Twilight.

"Way to go, Twilight!" Applejack cheered her.

"Wonderful work!" Fluttershy beamed.

"Awesome!" Rainbow Dash added.

"Pretty nice trick!" Pinkie Pie cheered as well.

"Marvelous, darling!" Rarity said, smiling.

"Way to a go, Twilight!" Spike cheered as well.

Twilight smiled at them as Storm, Aqua, and Crimson approached her.

"You're doing pretty well." Storm said to her. "You're fast learner Twi."

"Well, I did have a pretty great teacher." Twilight added as she smiled at him and he blushed a bit.

"Yeah, well that is true." Storm said modestly before he recomposed himself. "Well, come on. Why don't we freshen up and grab a snack?"

“Oh, come on, Storm,” Aqua teased. “We all know you love being the big teacher around here. Besides, she’s totally earned it.”

Crimson rolled his eyes but kept quiet. He didn’t need another lecture.

“Alright, alright,” Storm chuckled. “Let’s call it a night. Why don’t we all freshen up and grab a snack?”

Everyone agreed, and as they started heading upstairs, Aqua whispered to Twilight with a sly grin. “So, did you notice Storm blushing back there? I think our sensei's got a little crush.”

Twilight’s cheeks burned at Aqua’s teasing. “Aqua! Stop it!”

“Hey, I’m just saying!” Aqua laughed, her voice light and teasing as they continued up the stairs.

The night ended with the group in high spirits, having pushed each other to grow and sharing a camaraderie that only seemed to get stronger with every lesson.

(Scene changes)

A little while later, after Storm, Aqua, Crimson, and Twilight had freshened up, the group gathered in the kitchen, the warm scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filling the air. The cozy atmosphere was a welcome contrast to the intensity of their earlier training.

“So, what did you think of practice, Twilight?” Aqua asked with a kind smile, her hoof resting lightly on the counter as she reached for another cookie.

Twilight munched thoughtfully on her cookie before answering, “It was great, but I think my aim was a little off. I’ll need to work on precision.”

Aqua waved her hoof dismissively. “Oh, come on, Twilight. You nailed that candle trick. That was brilliant. Besides, practice isn’t about being perfect—it’s about getting better.”

“Well, I think you did great,” Storm added with an encouraging nod. “Your form’s solid, and your timing is getting sharper with every session. Keep at it, and you’ll surpass even my expectations.”

Twilight blushed slightly at the praise, her confidence growing. “Thanks, Storm. That means a lot.”

As they continued to enjoy the cookies, a quiet curiosity settled over the group. Rainbow Dash was the first to voice it, leaning forward eagerly.

“Hey, Storm,” she began, “you never really got the chance to tell us the full story about your grandfather.”

“Yeah,” Twilight chimed in, her interest piqued. “I’ve heard bits and pieces, but what was he really like?”

Storm paused, his gaze softening as he thought about Moonshadow Spirit. “Where do I even start?” he mused, a fond smile playing on his lips. “He was like a second father to us. Whenever Mom and Dad were off on business in Manehattan, Grandfather took care of us. He wasn’t just family—he was our mentor, our storyteller, and, honestly, our biggest supporter.”

Aqua nodded, her expression wistful. “He was always there, teaching us about life, honor, and the importance of protecting others. Some of the best lessons I’ve ever learned came from him.”

Crimson grinned, leaning back in his chair. “And let’s not forget the stories. He could spin a tale better than anypony I’ve ever met.”

Spike’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I’d love to hear one of his stories! They sound amazing.”

Fluttershy smiled softly. “Maybe you could tell us one of his stories now? I’d really love to know more about him.”

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash added, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “Tell us about that old coot. I want to hear all the ways he taught you to kick flank!”

Storm glanced at his siblings, who exchanged knowing smiles. With a subtle nod, Aqua and Crimson silently encouraged him to take the lead.

“Alright,” Storm said, chuckling as he set down his cookie. “If you’re so eager, there’s one story he told us a lot when we were kids. It’s about the journey that led him to become a Hashira and join Princess Celestia’s Royal Guard.”

“Before he disappeared, right?” Aqua added, her voice tinged with both fondness and the faintest trace of sadness. “We were too young to understand what happened then, but his stories... those were unforgettable.”

“This one’s a classic,” Crimson chimed in, grinning. “He told it over and over because we couldn’t get enough of it. It’s about his time in Saddle Arabia, before he ever picked up his first blade as a Hashira.”

“That’s right,” Storm said, nodding as he leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering into the rich cadence of a storyteller. “And it does involve a girl.”

The room went quiet for a moment as everyone leaned closer, intrigued. Rainbow Dash, however, raised an eyebrow, smirking. “A girl? Does she, like, kick butt or something?”

SMACK!

“OW!” Rainbow yelped, rubbing the back of her head where Aqua had lightly smacked her. “What was that for?!”

“Quiet, Rainbow,” Aqua scolded playfully, though her stern expression didn’t waver. “You’re interrupting.”

“Please, darling, do continue,” Rarity said with an encouraging smile.

Storm’s smirk deepened as he continued. “Alright. Our story begins long ago in Saddle Arabia,” he began, “Way back, before any of us were born—before Moonshadow Spirit became the legend we all knew.”

Flashback

The focus shifted to a young unicorn colt sitting on the dusty street corner. His gray coat was dulled by grime, and his black mane hung in unkempt strands over his aquamarine eyes. His gaze flitted over the passing crowd—hopeful yet weary—as he held out a hoof.

Ponies walked by without sparing him a glance, their own struggles evident in their hurried steps and downcast eyes. Moonshadow sighed, lowering his hoof as his stomach let out a soft, pitiful growl. He curled in on himself slightly, muttering under his breath, "Not even a crumb today…"

A familiar ache settled in his chest, heavier than hunger. He had seen plenty of days like this—too many to count. Days where he was invisible, where he was just another street rat. No home, no family, no friend to turn to. Just himself and the cold truth that, to the world, he was nothing.

For a moment, the bitterness threatened to consume him. He could take what he needed. He could slip through the crowd, lift a purse or two—who would care? They already ignored him. A sharper voice in his head whispered that if the world didn’t give, why should he wait?

His eyes darkened as he clenched his hooves, but then, another thought struck him—one that made him hesitate. Is this all I’ll ever be? A nameless colt who took instead of earned? A shadow scurrying in the gutters while the world moved on, never once looking back?

His ears flattened. That wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he would be.

Life wasn’t fair. He had learned that the hard way. But expecting the world to change for him while he did nothing? That wasn’t fair either. If he wanted something more, he had to be the one to make it happen. If the world refused to offer him a hoof, then he would wait for his moment. And when it came, he wouldn’t hesitate—he’d take it with everything he had.

As Moonshadow dropped his gaze, something shiny caught his attention—a single bit rolling toward him, reflecting the golden light of the late afternoon sun. His horn flickered with magic, instinctively catching the coin before it could disappear into the dust. His aquamarine eyes followed the direction it had come from, settling on a unicorn stallion standing nearby.

The stallion was light brown, his striking silver mane partially hidden beneath the hood of a black robe. Though his face was shadowed, his sharp golden eyes gleamed with something keen—something knowing. They carried not just wisdom, but the weight of understanding, as if they had seen far more of the world than they let on.

Moonshadow hesitated. He could pocket the bit. Nopony had seen. Nopony would know.

But he would know.

Steeling himself, he called out, “Sir! Sir, wait!”

Scrambling to his hooves, he weaved through the crowd, dodging hooves and carriages with practiced ease. The bit hovered beside him in his magic as he caught up to the elder. “Excuse me, sir! You dropped this!”

The stallion turned slowly, his expression unreadable as his golden eyes settled on the young colt. A moment of silence stretched between them, heavy yet unspoken. Then, the stallion’s lips curled ever so slightly, the faintest hint of amusement flickering across his face.

“Dropped it, did I?” His voice carried an accent that was measured, deliberate—like a chess master considering his next move. “Such honesty... in one who looks so hungry.”

Moonshadow blinked at the comment, unsure if it was praise or a test. There was no mockery in the stallion’s tone, but there was something else—a layer beneath the words that made him feel as if he were being weighed, evaluated.

“Well, yeah... it’s not mine, so I couldn’t just keep it,” he replied, rubbing his hoof against the ground awkwardly. “Here.”

The elder stallion extended his hoof, and the bit landed softly in his palm. He studied it, turning it over between his hooves with a thoughtful expression. Then, he looked back at Moonshadow, an intrigued glint in his golden gaze.

“Interesting. Very interesting.”

Moonshadow tilted his head. “What’s interesting?”

The stallion smirked, his expression carrying the faintest trace of mischief. He held the bit out once more. “Try to take it from my hoof, and if you succeed, it is yours.”

Moonshadow hesitated. A test? He could feel something in the air, something unspoken but heavy with meaning. He wasn’t sure why, but he had the distinct feeling that this moment mattered.

Still, it was just a bit.

“Uh, okay…” He made a quick grab for it, but the elder’s reflexes were faster than they seemed. His hoof snapped shut with startling speed.

“Too slow,” the stallion said with a teasing chuckle. “But try again.”

Moonshadow’s frown deepened. He wasn’t about to let some old stallion make a fool of him. But he wasn’t just going to rush in blindly, either. This wasn’t about strength—it was about reading his opponent.

He studied the stallion’s grip, the way his muscles tensed a fraction of a second before his hoof closed. That was the key. It wasn’t just about being fast—it was about being smarter.

This time, he feinted to one side before darting his hoof in the opposite direction.

The stallion’s eyes widened slightly as he opened his hoof—only to find it empty.

“What?”

Moonshadow grinned, holding up the bit triumphantly. “Gotcha.”

The stallion let out a low chuckle, his deep voice rich with amusement. “Impressive. Such speed, and cleverness too.” He studied the young colt again, but this time, there was a sense of consideration in his gaze, a calculation of something unseen. “A natural gift indeed.”

Moonshadow shifted on his hooves. He didn’t know why, but the elder’s words sent a strange feeling through him. Not just praise. Not just recognition. Something deeper. Something that made him feel like—for the first time—somepony saw him.

“Uh, thanks, I guess?”

The stallion didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned, the folds of his black robe shifting as he took a step forward. Then, without looking back, he said, “Come. Let me buy you something to eat.” His tone remained measured, but there was something else beneath it now. Something weighty. “Such talent should not go to waste.”

Moonshadow hesitated. It wasn’t just the offer of food. It was the way the stallion spoke, the way he made it sound like he already knew what Moonshadow would do.

Like he knew the path Moonshadow could take—even before Moonshadow himself did.

His stomach growled loudly, betraying him.

With a sheepish grin, he trotted after the elder. “Yes, sir! Thank you!”

As the stallion looked at Moonshadow he began to think, Eraqus had always been the idealist between them, always seeing the potential in even the weakest of creatures. He believed that every soul could be nurtured into something good, that peace could be spread simply by extending a hoof. Foolish.

Not every creature was meant for harmony. Not every heart could be turned to the light. Some had to carve their own path, tempered by hardship. And yet…

Yet, he had to admit, his brother had been right about one thing: potential was everywhere, even in the most unexpected places. The difference between them was that while Eraqus offered kindness, Xehanort tested. He didn’t just hand ponies a choice—he made them earn it.

Eraqus would have given him a choice, a path paved with light, expecting him to choose goodness simply because it was the right thing to do. But that wasn’t how the world worked. You could not just show a pony a better way—you had to make them fight for it, struggle for it, so that they understood its worth.

If Moonshadow truly had the potential he suspected, this would only be the first of many tests.

If he was weak, he would fall, like so many before him.

But if he was strong, if he had the will to rise above his station—

Then perhaps he might just be worth something after all

As they walked through the bustling streets, Moonshadow cast a glance at his mysterious benefactor. There was something about him—something different. He wasn’t kind in the way others were. He didn’t pity Moonshadow. Didn’t coddle him.

But he saw him.

Moonshadow didn’t know what that meant yet. But one thing was certain.

This meeting wasn’t an accident.

And from this moment on, his life would never be the same.

As they walked, the stallion spoke without looking back. “You may call me Xehanort. And who, may I ask, are you?”

Moonshadow nearly tripped over his own hooves. His ears perked up, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Xehanort? No, no, that couldn’t be right. It had to be somepony else with the same name. Some old stallion who just happened to resemble him.

“I-I’m Moonshadow Spirit,” the colt managed, his voice slightly shaky. He trotted faster to keep up, trying to push away the absurd thought forming in his mind. “But most ponies just call me Moonshadow.”

“Moonshadow Spirit,” Xehanort repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. “A strong name. Fitting for one with a strong spirit.”

Moonshadow blinked, momentarily distracted from his growing suspicion. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Xehanort replied, his tone confident. “The way you move, the way you think—it is rare to see such promise in one so young. Tell me, Moonshadow, what do you seek?”

Moonshadow hesitated. That was a bigger question than he expected. “I... I just want to survive, I guess. Maybe find somewhere to belong.”

Xehanort stopped suddenly, turning to face the colt. His golden eyes bore into Moonshadow’s, intense and searching, as if looking straight into his soul.

“To survive is necessary, but to live is to find purpose.” His voice was quiet but firm, carrying the weight of a lesson long understood. “Perhaps, Moonshadow Spirit, I can help you discover yours.”

Moonshadow swallowed, his heart pounding. This stallion... this stallion…

Then Xehanort shifted his robe slightly, and a pair of wings unfurled from his sides.

Moonshadow’s breath hitched. His eyes darted from the wings to the stallion’s face, his mind racing a mile a minute. No way. No way. NO WAY.

“You—you’re him?!” His voice cracked as he pointed a trembling hoof. “THE Xehanort?! Like—the Xehanort?! The one who fought with Master Eraqus and Gusty the Great?! The one who battled Nemesis himself?!”

Xehanort sighed. Ah, here we go…

Moonshadow’s legs shook beneath him. “I-I thought you just had the same name! I mean, what are the odds?! But—but it’s you!” His words tumbled over each other in rapid succession. “You’re supposed to be a legend! Ponies still tell stories about you! But you—you’re real?! And standing right in front of me?! Talking to me like I’m somepony?!”

Xehanort smirked slightly. The sheer awe in the colt’s voice was something he had heard before, though not in quite some time. “Calm yourself, Moonshadow,” he said smoothly, his wings folding back beneath his robe. “Yes, I am that Xehanort. But I would ask that you keep that knowledge to yourself.”

Moonshadow’s excitement froze in place. “Huh?”

“I prefer to remain unnoticed,” Xehanort said simply, turning to walk again. “Only a few truly know who I am, and I intend to keep it that way.”

Moonshadow blinked rapidly, his mind still catching up. But after a few seconds, he nodded vigorously. “O-okay! Got it! I won’t tell anypony! Not even if they torture me!”

Xehanort gave him a sidelong glance. “Let’s hope it never comes to that.”

But the momentary silence between them was short-lived. A second later, Moonshadow was practically vibrating with energy as he trotted beside the elder alicorn, his questions bursting out all at once.

“How did you become an alicorn?! Was it like Celestia and Luna?! Or different?! What’s your special talent? How strong is your Breathing Technique?! Is it stronger than Master Eraqus’s?! Where is Master Eraqus?! Do you know Celestia and Luna?! Have you met them?! Did you teach them?! Who’s stronger—you or Master Gusty?! Are you the strongest pony ever?! Can you—”

Xehanort inhaled sharply through his nose.

Oh no.

He had made a mistake.

The boy was never going to stop talking.

For the briefest of moments, he considered simply teleporting away and leaving Moonshadow to his endless flood of questions. But then he looked at the colt—his eyes sparkling with an excitement so genuine, his curiosity unfiltered and boundless.

Xehanort sighed inwardly.

If I could tolerate Celestia’s antics, I can certainly handle a single colt.

He shook his head slightly, but a small, amused smile played at the edges of his lips.

“You ask too many questions,” he muttered, continuing forward.

Moonshadow beamed. “So you do know Celestia!”

Xehanort resisted the urge to groan.

This was going to be a long journey.

(Scene changes)

The flashback resumed, showing a humble house nestled in a quiet corner of Saddle Arabia. Its wooden structure, though simple, radiated an air of discipline and tradition.

The doors creaked open, enveloped in Xehanort’s magic, as the elder alicorn stepped inside with Moonshadow following close behind. The young colt’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the space—a training hall lined with ancient scrolls, racks of well-maintained weapons, and faint incense lingering in the air.

“Welcome,” Xehanort said, his voice calm but firm. “This is where you will stay.”

Moonshadow blinked, his hunger momentarily forgotten as he gazed at the space. “I get to stay here?”

Xehanort smirked. “Of course. You didn’t think I’d make you sleep in the streets after such an interesting introduction, did you?”

Moonshadow didn’t answer right away. A part of him had thought exactly that. He wasn’t used to generosity, not without a cost. But there was something about the way Xehanort spoke—not in kindness, nor pity, but in certainty.

The alicorn motioned him forward and led him to a small wooden table. With a flick of magic, he placed a simple bowl of fresh fruit before him. Moonshadow hesitated, wary of how long this moment of kindness would last. But the pang in his stomach overruled his doubts, and he dove in eagerly, biting into the sweet fruit as though it were the best meal of his life.

Xehanort watched him eat, his expression unreadable, yet thoughtful.

Then, after a moment, he asked quietly, “Does it frustrate you, child?”

Moonshadow paused, mid-bite. His ears flicked. “What?”

Xehanort’s gaze sharpened, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “To be weak.”

The single statement sent a shiver down Moonshadow’s spine.

Xehanort’s tone remained even, but there was an unmistakable weight behind it. “To feel small. To struggle, scraping by day after day, unnoticed and forgotten. To watch others walk past you, never sparing you a thought. Tell me, does that upset you?”

Moonshadow’s chewing slowed. He swallowed hard, lowering the half-eaten fruit in his hoof.

He didn’t need to think about the answer.

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It does. It... it hurts.”

Xehanort leaned forward, his golden eyes gleaming with intensity. “Good.”

Moonshadow stiffened.

“Hold on to that feeling,” Xehanort continued, his voice filled with conviction. “Let it remind you of what you lack. That frustration, that fire burning in your chest—it is proof.”

“Proof of what?” Moonshadow asked, his ears pinning back.

Xehanort smirked. “Proof that you’re not ready to give up on yourself.”

Moonshadow swallowed, his throat dry.

Xehanort’s expression darkened, but there was no cruelty in it—only truth. “Take it from me, boy. Your life will never be fulfilling if you aspire to nothing more than simply surviving. Some ponies may be content to live within their means, satisfied with mediocrity. But ponies like you and me?” He leaned back slightly, his voice dropping to something almost dangerous. “We know we want more.”

Moonshadow’s aquamarine eyes flickered—not just with hope, but with something deeper. Something raw.

“More…?” he repeated.

Xehanort nodded. “More. You have the potential to be anything you want to be. Look around you—look at the heroes of ponykind. Celestia’s champions, the Hashira of old, the legends who carved their names into history.” His gaze bore into Moonshadow’s, testing him. “Do you think they were born special? That they had fate smiling upon them?”

Moonshadow remained silent.

“No,” Xehanort answered for him. “They fought for it. They suffered for it. They endured pain, hardship, and failure. They bled for their ambition.” His eyes narrowed. “And so will you, if you truly wish to rise above.”

Moonshadow gripped the edge of the table, his breath coming faster.

No pony had ever spoken to him like this before.

Ponies in the street ignored him. Tavern owners shooed him away. The rare few who took pity on him offered only fleeting comfort—an old loaf of bread, a few kind words, a smile before they walked away and forgot him like all the rest.

But Xehanort wasn’t pitying him. He wasn’t comforting him.

He was challenging him.

And for the first time, Moonshadow didn’t feel like just another forgotten street rat. He felt like somepony who mattered.

“…How do I do it?” Moonshadow asked, his voice quiet but firm. “How do I stop being weak?”

Xehanort smiled faintly.

“By earning your strength.”

He gestured toward the training hall around them. The scrolls. The weapons. The years of knowledge waiting to be seized.

“Your first lesson,” Xehanort said, standing up. “Strength is not given, nor is it freely taken. It is forged. Through pain, through discipline, through will.”

Moonshadow clenched his jaw, nodding.

Xehanort turned, walking toward the far end of the hall. “Now, finish your meal,” he ordered. “You’ll need your strength.” He paused at the doorway. Then, without turning back, he finished:

“Your training begins at dawn.”

Moonshadow looked down at his half-eaten fruit, his mind racing.

No pony had ever given him a chance before.

No pony had ever seen him before.

But Xehanort had.

And he would not waste this opportunity.

As the first flickers of dawn crept through the cracks in the wooden walls, Moonshadow Spirit—once a nameless street colt—made his decision.

He would rise.

He would endure.

He would become more.

(scene change)

The scene shifts, revealing Moonshadow Spirit years later, standing at the center of the dojo. He had grown taller, his once-scrawny frame now lean and powerful, sculpted by years of relentless training. His aquamarine eyes, once full of uncertainty, now shone with sharp focus and unwavering determination.

On his hind legs, he struck the air with calculated precision—punches swift and controlled, kicks executed with seamless grace. Sweat dripped from his brow, but his stance never wavered.

“And so, Xehanort took our grandfather into his home and raised him as if he were his own son. He trained him, year after year, pushing him to his limits.”

Beside him, Xehanort watched closely, his golden eyes sharp and ever-judging. The elder alicorn stepped in, using a firm hoof to correct Moonshadow’s stance.

“Higher, boy! Faster!” Xehanort commanded, his tone sharp yet measured. “You cannot fight if your punches lack conviction!”

Moonshadow gritted his teeth, adjusting his form and throwing another punch. Xehanort’s approving nod—though rare—was more rewarding than any praise.

“Grandpa worked harder than ever, fueled by that fire Xehanort had sparked in him. He learned quickly, becoming stronger, wiser, and more open-minded as the years passed.”

The montage of training continued, showing Moonshadow mastering various weapons, from swords to spears to his bare hooves.

Through it all, a bond formed between them—not just master and student, but something deeper.

(scene change)

One evening, under the dim glow of lanterns, they sat across from each other in the dojo. Moonshadow sipped a bowl of tea, his muscles aching from that day’s training.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Xehanort spoke.

"Do you understand why I push you so hard, boy?"

Moonshadow looked up, thoughtful. "Because strength is meaningless without purpose?" he answered, repeating the lesson Xehanort had drilled into his mind over the years.

Xehanort smirked. "Correct. But tell me—what will you do with your strength?"

The question made Moonshadow pause.

"You, me, my brother Eraqus, Gusty—we all had power," Xehanort continued, his tone heavy with meaning. "But we chose to use it for something greater than ourselves. Not every creature makes that choice. Some would use their strength for greed, conquest… destruction." His golden eyes bore into Moonshadow’s. "So I ask you again—what will you do?"

Moonshadow swallowed, then straightened. "I'll protect others. Like you did. Like Master Eraqus did. Like Gusty did."

Xehanort studied him, silent for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Good."

(scene change)

As the years passed, a question lingered in Moonshadow’s mind—one he never voiced, though it gnawed at him every day.

Xehanort had taught him discipline, combat, strategy. He had made Moonshadow stronger in every way possible.

But he had never once taught him a Breathing Style.

Moonshadow never questioned his father’s training. He owed Xehanort everything—his home, his strength, his very purpose. But still, the thought lingered.

Why not?

Maybe it was because there was no need. Nemesis had been sealed away for centuries. Sure, there were still lingering monsters from the old wars, remnants of the dark king’s influence—but nothing that required Breathing Styles to defeat.

Maybe… maybe one day, when the time was right, his father would teach him.

And when that day came, he would be ready.

(scene change)

Finally, We see Moonshadow standing in the sunlight outside. He was now a young stallion, his coat sleek and his aquamarine eyes gleaming with determination. His cutie mark had appeared—a heart-shaped design surrounded by eight silver spikes and lightning bolts radiating outward.

“And that,” Storm narrated with pride, “was how Moonshadow Spirit began his journey. Not just as a warrior, but as the stallion who would one day become a hero.”

We see Moonshadow looking toward the horizon, his expression resolute, as Xehanort watching him from the shadows, watching his son a knowing smile on his face.

(Scene changes)

We see a serene courtyard bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun. A young unicorn mare, her ocean-blue coat radiant, moved gracefully as she tended to the flower racks lining the walls. Her mane was elegantly styled into a bun, accented with a delicate flower tucked to the side. Her green eyes sparkled as her magic carefully arranged the lavender blossoms on a rack. She wore a robe adorned with intricate lavender flower patterns that complemented her natural beauty.

“And then, Moonshadow met her—a unicorn mare named Aurora Dawn. She had a way of lighting up every room she entered, a quiet elegance that could soothe even the harshest of storms.”

Peeking from behind the corner of the hallway, Moonshadow Spirit watched her, his aquamarine eyes soft with admiration. He leaned slightly, his forehooves braced against the wall, taking in her every movement—the way her magic moved with precision, the calm hum that escaped her lips, the gentle way she handled each flower.

He was completely smitten.

But he couldn’t just walk up to her—not without making a fool of himself. He had faced harsh training, sparred against foes, and endured his father’s endless trials, but talking to her? That was an entirely different kind of battle.

He took a breath, straightened up, and forced himself to take a step forward—only for his hind hoof to suddenly catch the edge of the stair.

Before he even knew what was happening, his balance was gone.

“Whoa—!”

With a loud thud, Moonshadow tumbled down the wooden steps, arms flailing wildly before landing flat on his back with an undignified groan.

From a distance, Xehanort smirked from the shadows with his horn glowing before walking away unnoticed, the faintest trace of satisfaction in his golden eyes. “The rest was up to him.” Xehanort thought.

“He was completely smitten. But there was more to Aurora than her beauty. Like Moonshadow, she was an orphan taken in and raised by Xehanort.”

Aurora turned sharply at the sound of the commotion, blinking as she saw Moonshadow sprawled on the ground, rubbing his back with a wince.

For a moment, silence.

Then, a soft giggle escaped her lips, light and musical, echoing in the quiet space.

Moonshadow froze, his embarrassment turning into warmth at the sound of her laughter. His cheeks flushed, but as he looked up at her radiant smile, he couldn’t help but smile back.

(scene change)

We then see Aurora skillfully chopped vegetables for a pot of bubbling soup a quiet hum escaping her lips as she worked. Moonshadow entered the room, his presence unannounced as he stepped up behind her. Wrapping a forehoof around her waist, he leaned his chin lightly on her shoulder.

Aurora paused, turning her head to look at him. “Can I help you, mister sneaky?” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Maybe,” Moonshadow said with a crooked grin. He held out a small velvet box, his magic carefully levitating it between them. Aurora’s breath caught as her green eyes widened in surprise. Inside was a simple but elegant ring, its gemstone sparkling faintly in the light.

“Aurora,” Moonshadow said, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “will you marry me?”

Her lips trembled as tears of joy filled her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible before she nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

Moonshadow slipped the ring on her horn as she threw her forelegs around him, holding him tightly.

(scene change)

Beneath a canopy of cherry blossoms, their delicate petals drifting lazily through the afternoon breeze, Moonshadow Spirit and Aurora Dawn stood before a small gathering of close friends and neighbors. The quiet hum of nature surrounded them—birds singing in the distance, the rustling of leaves in the warm wind—as if the world itself was celebrating this moment.

Moonshadow stood tall, wearing a clean black robe, the fabric simple yet dignified. His aquamarine eyes, usually filled with focus and intensity, now shone with deep devotion as he gazed at his bride.

Aurora was stunning in a flowing white gown, its delicate embroidery forming elegant floral patterns across the silk. A sheer veil cascaded down her back, blending seamlessly with the cherry blossoms that drifted in the air. She held a bouquet of lilies, their pale petals glowing faintly in the golden afternoon light.

“Their wedding was small but filled with love. They didn’t need grandeur—they had each other. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.”

At the head of the ceremony stood Xehanort, his golden eyes filled with something rare—pride. His usual stern demeanor softened as he raised his hoof.

“I now present to you Moonshadow Spirit and Aurora Dawn,” he declared. “May your union bring peace and strength to all who cross your path.”

A cheer erupted from the guests, and as cherry blossom petals rained gently around them, Moonshadow turned to Aurora.

She met his gaze, her green eyes glistening with unspoken love.

Then, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, heartfelt kiss—a promise of a future built together.

As the guests celebrated, Xehanort watched in silence from the side, arms crossed, a knowing smile flickering at the corner of his lips.

(scene change)

The scene shifted to a cozy kitchen, the gentle crackling of a fire warming the home. Aurora stood at the sink, carefully washing a few dishes. The soft, rhythmic sound of water running filled the space, blending with the peaceful stillness of the evening.

Then, a baby’s whimper reached her ears.

Aurora stilled, immediately drying her hooves before turning toward the sound. Moonshadow appeared from another room, drawn by the same cry, and together they approached a wooden cradle where their children lay.

Inside were two foals—a filly and a colt.

The filly, her pale, moonlit blue coat reflecting the soft glow of candlelight, wriggled gently, her tiny lavender mane curled slightly as she let out another soft whimper. Her aquamarine eyes, so much like her father’s, gleamed as they reflected her parents' faces.

Beside her, the colt, his copper-colored coat contrasting with his messy yellow mane, stirred as well, his warm amber eyes blinking sleepily as he reached up toward his mother.

Aurora leaned down, her magic brushing lightly through her daughter’s and son’s manes, her voice as soft as the wind outside.

“There, there, little ones,” she murmured, smiling tenderly. “Mommy’s here.”

Moonshadow settled beside her, his expression a mixture of awe and profound love as he looked at their daughter. Gently, he cradled the filly in his forehooves, his heart swelling at the sight of her.

“Sapphire Moonlight,” he whispered, his voice reverent, as if saying her name aloud made it real.

Aurora nodded, misty-eyed as she turned to their son, cradling him gently.

“Cosmic Spark,” she murmured.

She looked up at Moonshadow, emotion pooling in her gaze. “They’re both perfect.”

“A few months later, they welcomed their daughter and son, Sapphire Moonlight and Cosmic Spark—our mother and uncle. Even as babies, it was clear they were special. Their bond with their parents was like nothing anypony had ever seen.”

Sapphire cooed, her tiny hooves reaching up toward her father’s face. Moonshadow chuckled, leaning in and nuzzling her affectionately, a deep warmth in his eyes.

His gaze shifted to Cosmic Spark, who blinked at him curiously before grabbing at his father’s mane, making Moonshadow laugh.

“You two are going to do great things, little ones,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to each of their foreheads. “I promise you that.”

Aurora smiled softly, leaning against him, resting her head on his shoulder. They sat together, gazing at their children—their future—wrapped in warmth and unbreakable love.

(Scene changes)

Beneath the shade of a large cherry blossom tree, Xehanort sat with a thick, aged book open before him. The warm afternoon breeze rustled the pages, but he paid it little mind, his golden eyes scanning the text with ease. This was supposed to be a peaceful day.

But peace was fleeting, especially when his niece and nephew were involved.

Soft giggles and mischievous whispers reached his ears before he even saw them. He resisted the urge to sigh, though his lips twitched into an amused smirk.

Moonshadow and Aurora had something else to attend to, so naturally, they had left their children in his care. Babysitting—wonderful.

Not that he truly minded.

He turned a page in his book, ignoring the not-so-subtle rustling of grass behind him.

Then—a sharp tug at his wing.

Xehanort’s eye twitched.

Another tug, this time harder.

He inhaled deeply. “If you rip a feather from my wing, you will not like what happens next,” he warned, his voice calm but edged with amusement.

The two unicorn children froze, their tiny hooves still gripping the tips of his feathers. Sapphire’s aquamarine eyes blinked at him innocently, while Cosmic Spark, ever the daring one, grinned.

“But they’re so soft, Uncle Nory!” Cosmic protested.

Sapphire nodded eagerly. “And they’re so pretty! Can we keep one?”

Xehanort closed his book with a thud, finally giving them his full attention. He arched a brow, his golden eyes assessing the little troublemakers in front of him.

“You nearly took a chunk out of my wing last time,” he deadpanned. “Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to preen when there’s a whole section missing?”

Sapphire gasped dramatically. “Are you saying we almost broke you?!”

Cosmic grinned wider. “We must be so strong!”

Xehanort gave them an unimpressed stare, but his lips twitched. He reached forward, ruffling Cosmic’s yellow mane with one hoof and tapping Sapphire’s horn lightly with the other.

“You are many things, little ones,” he mused, “but unstoppable forces of destruction, you are not.”

The foals giggled, completely unbothered by his words, and cuddled into his sides, Sapphire pressing against his left and Cosmic burrowing into his right. Xehanort sighed but allowed it, his wings instinctively pulling them closer.

It was strange.

There was a time when he never thought he’d experience moments like this.

His gaze flickered up toward the sky, thoughts drifting to a life long left behind.

If he had stayed in Canterlot… would he and Celestia have had children one day? The thought was so ridiculous, yet… it lingered, unshaken. A faint sense of longing crept into his heart as he wondered what could have been.

He regretted how their last conversation had gone—after Celestia banished Luna to the moon. After Luna had succumbed to darkness and became Nightmare Moon. The wounds of that night were still fresh in his mind, even centuries later.

He had wanted to believe—had tried to believe—that Luna could be saved. After all, she had been like a little sister to him.

And he had tried, hadn’t he? He had also tried to get Eraqus to see Luna’s feelings before it was too late. But his brother—great warrior though he was—was as dense as stone when it came to matters of the heart. By the time he realized Luna’s love for him, it had been too late.

She was gone.

And Xehanort had left Canterlot, unable to watch Celestia grieve alone.

But perhaps, one day, he and Celestia could talk again. Try to mend what was broken. She hadn’t entered a relationship with anypony else. And neither had he.

Perhaps… they still cared.

“Uncle Nory,” Sapphire whispered, her little hooves playing with the ends of his mane. “Are you sad?”

Xehanort blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.

He looked down at her—at both of them—their young, curious faces free from the burdens of the past.

His expression softened. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I was simply thinking.”

Cosmic peeked up at him. “About what?”

Xehanort smirked. “About whether or not I should make the two of you run laps until sundown.”

Sapphire gasped in horror. “You wouldn’t!”

Cosmic giggled, already darting away. “Bet you can’t catch me, Uncle Nory!”

Xehanort sighed, shaking his head, but he smiled as he closed his book and stretched his wings.

Regrets were a burden of the past.

Right now, he had two troublemakers to chase.

(Scene change)

We see Moonshadow and Aurora strolling through the lively streets of Saddle Arabia under the silver glow of the moonlight. The bustling market hummed around them, filled with laughter, conversation, and the clinking of wares. It was a serene moment, a family enjoying the simplicity of life together.

“One night, while enjoying the city’s bustling energy, Moonshadow and Aurora stumbled upon an event that would forever change their lives.”

A sudden, guttural snarl cut through the night.

“Rragh!”

Moonshadow and Aurora froze, their eyes darting toward a nearby alley. A faint blue glow illuminated the darkness, and the sound of clashing echoed off the walls.

There, standing tall despite the odds, was a light chestnut unicorn stallion with a white mane. His blue and white robe fluttered with his movements, his golden-yellow eyes glinting under the moonlight. His mane, tied back in a sleek ponytail, gave him a dignified presence. A sharp triangular soul patch and mustache framed his determined expression as he faced off against four monstrous, black, sinewy creatures with glowing, pupil-less yellow eyes.

“Fate had led them to witness a battle—a lone unicorn facing the creatures of darkness, later revealed to be part of Nemesis's twisted army.”

The stallion stood firm, his stance steady despite being outnumbered. He radiated an air of confidence as he spoke, his voice smooth and tinged with disdain.

“Do you truly believe my power has diminished with time?” he taunted, his eyes narrowing as he shifted into a defensive stance.

His words carried weight, but the Neoshadows weren’t interested in conversation as they charged at him. Their clawed hands slashing through the air before charging all at once.

The unicorn’s movements were like water—flowing, graceful, yet devastatingly precise. He sidestepped one, twisting elegantly as another swiped at him. With a sharp pivot, he redirected a claw strike, sending the attacking Neoshadow stumbling into another.

Moonshadow’s eyes narrowed, watching the chaotic fight with Aurora.

“Four against one,” Moonshadow muttered, his tone simmering with disdain. “They have no honor.”

Aurora glanced at him, concern etched across her features. “Moonshadow, don’t—”

“It’s time to even the odds,” Moonshadow interrupted, his voice resolute. “Stay here and keep Sapphire safe.”

Before she could protest, Moonshadow dashed into the fray.

“Fearless and unarmed, Moonshadow rushed to the aid of the stranger, determined to restore honor to the battle. It was his first true test—his training against the forces of Nemesis.”

The neoshadows turned their attention to Moonshadow as he entered the fray. One lunged toward him, its claws gleaming in the faint light. Moonshadow ducked low, then spun, his hind leg snapping upward in a powerful kick that sent the creature crashing into the wall.

Two more charged, but Moonshadow was ready. His horn ignited, summoning auric hands around his forehooves. He dashed forward, the glowing projections crackling with energy as he dodged one swipe and landed a solid punch to the other neoshadows chest. The creature crumpled to the ground.

The mysterious unicorn watched from the side, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. “Hmm… remarkable.”

The last two neoshadows growled, circling Moonshadow like predators stalking prey. Moonshadow, breathing steadily, tightened his stance.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, his voice calm yet commanding.

One creature lunged while the other flanked. Moonshadow jumped, flipping over their heads in a burst of agility. As he landed, his rear hooves struck the ground with force, propelling him forward into a double kick that sent the final two flying into the alley walls.

“That night, Moonshadow put his training to the ultimate test, fighting not just to defend himself, but to protect others. His instincts, his resolve—all of it came together in that moment.”

With the neoshadows defeated, Moonshadow turned to the stranger, breathing heavily but standing tall.

The unicorn dusted off his robe, his movements deliberate and calm. He approached Moonshadow, his eyes appraising the younger stallion.

“You have skill,” he said, nodding approvingly. “But skill alone does not win battles. Tell me, boy—who trained you?”

Moonshadow straightened, his chest swelling slightly with pride. “My father, Xehanort.”

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

The unicorn’s golden eyes widened in absolute horror. "WHAT?! XEHANORT HAD A CHILD?! HOW IN GUTSY’S NAME DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?!"

Moonshadow flinched, ears flicking back as the stallion staggered backward, running his hooves through his mane in sheer panic.

The mysterious unicorn paced in circles, muttering under his breath. “Oh no, oh no, oh no! This is bad—so bad! Do you have any idea what Celestia is going to do to him when she finds out?!”

Moonshadow blinked. “…Huh?”

The stallion whirled back to face him, wild-eyed. “You don’t understand, boy! Mares who have had their hearts broken by a stallion do not take kindly to discovering they had a child with somepony else! Especially when that mare is Celestia!”

Moonshadow’s mind snapped into focus at that.

Wait. What?

He held up a hoof quickly, shaking his head. “Oh—oh no! No, no, no! I’m his adopted son!”

The unicorn froze mid-panic, staring at Moonshadow. A long, tense silence followed. Then—

“Oh… thank goodness.”

The stallion let out the heaviest sigh of relief, placing a hoof over his chest as though he had just been spared from execution.

“At least his heart still yearns for Celestia,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “I’ve seen what mares can do to stallions who break their hearts, and let me tell you, I would not want to be in his position if that had been the case.”

Moonshadow narrowed his eyes, his confusion deepening.

This unicorn… why did he seem so familiar? His posture, his confidence, his fighting style—it all felt recognizable, yet Moonshadow couldn’t quite place where he had seen or heard of him before.

“…What are you talking about?” Moonshadow asked, eyes scanning the stallion.

The unicorn stiffened slightly, clearly realizing he had said too much. “Never mind.” He waved a hoof dismissively, shifting the subject. “At least the old coot still knows how to train them.”

Before Moonshadow could respond, a low, guttural growl echoed from deeper in the alley. The ground trembled slightly, and the air grew colder as a pair of glowing green eyes appeared in the shadows, catching the unicorn stallion's eyes in surprise.

Moonshadow turned around as well to see that a very familiar creature came into view.

The monstrous figure stood tall and imposing, its muscular frame clad in jade-scales that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Long, clawed hands flexed as the creature cracked its knuckles, its piercing eyes locked onto the two unicorns.

“Leviathan,” the elder unicorn hissed, his eyes narrowing.

"Master Eraqus." Leviathan said with a slight smirk.

Moonshadow’s heart nearly stopped.

Eraqus?!

His head snapped toward the elder unicorn, his mind racing. He had suspected—felt—something familiar about the stallion, but to hear it confirmed?

The Eraqus? His father’s brother? A warrior of legend?

Eraqus stepped forward, his face betraying neither fear nor hesitation. His posture steady, his gaze piercing, but his voice was laced with warning. "Our battle with you and Nemesis ended thousands of years ago, Leviathan!"

"Well, now I'm ready for a rematch." Leviathan snarled.

"Took you long enough!" Eraqus said with a cheeky smile and a chuckle.

Leviathan’s snarl deepened, and in an instant, he lunged forward.

The ground split beneath him, the sheer force of his charge sending cobblestone flying.

Eraqus and Moonshadow leapt out of the way, just as Leviathan’s fist slammed into the ground, the impact leaving a deep crater in the alleyway.

They landed smoothly, Eraqus standing beside Moonshadow, both of them glaring at their opponent.

“You’ve grown stronger since last we fought,” Eraqus remarked, his voice calm but calculating as his eyes scanned Leviathan’s movements.

The creature straightened, flexing his arms as a dark green energy pulsed around him. “Years under Nemesis’s tutelage,” Leviathan sneered. “I’ve taken the chi of every master I’ve encountered, their power now coursing through me. And soon, I’ll add yours to the collection.”

Eraqus’s eyes widened in alarm. “No, you’ve gone too far, Leviathan.”

Leviathan’s smirk deepened as he advanced. “And soon, I’ll claim the chi of you and your precious Guardians of Light. I’ll become unstoppable.”

Eraqus’s expression hardened, his voice tinged with sadness. “You could have used that power to save your kind from him. Instead, you’ve become a shadow of what you once were.”

Before Leviathan could respond, Moonshadow stepped forward, his auric hands glowing brighter. “You want power so badly?” he shouted. “Then try and take mine!”

Leviathan turned, his eyes narrowing. “Foolish boy. You’re out of your depth.”

But Moonshadow sent a powerful kick to Leviathan's face, sending the creature away to a wall and crashed to the ground. Leviathan got back on his feet as he fixed his lower jaw with a crack, glaring at Moonshadow.

"Seems as though Eraqus's not the only one in the clan to have powerful chi." Leviathan said with an angry look before smirking. "I'll have yours too."

"You want it? Come and get it." Moonshadow said with a smirk.

Grabbing a metal pipe from a nearby wall, Leviathan snapped it free and charged at Moonshadow, swinging it with reckless abandon. Moonshadow ducked, weaved, and leapt to avoid the strikes, using his agility to stay just out of reach.

With a burst of speed, Moonshadow jumped onto Leviathan’s head, balancing there for a moment before springing off and attempting a mid-air kick. But Leviathan swatted him aside like an insect, sending him crashing into the ground.

Moonshadow groaned, struggling to his hooves as Leviathan loomed over him, raising the pipe for a finishing blow. But then a powerful fiery magic blast was shot from behind, striking the creature away from Moonshadow.

Leviathan crashed against a wall but Eraqus never lent up as he used one of his breathing techniques. “Sun Breathing- Sunflower Thrust!”

With a single, precise motion, Eraqus unleashed a blazing thrust of his blade, flames as bright as the sun engulfing it. The attack hurtled toward Leviathan, who barely managed to dodge before summoning a dark portal.

As the portal swirled behind him, Leviathan snarled, “You’ll remember this day, Eraqus. Nemesis will rise, and your Guardians will fall.”

His gaze flickered to Moonshadow. "And you, boy… I’ll be seeing you again soon."

As the portal expanded, Eraqus’s expression remained unreadable, but his voice carried a quiet sorrow. "You still have a choice, Leviathan."

Leviathan’s smirk didn’t waver. "I already made mine."

With that, he stepped into the swirling abyss, his form dissolving into shadow.

And then—he was gone.

The alley fell eerily silent once more, only the distant hum of the city reminding them that life continued beyond this battle.

Moonshadow slowly exhaled, shaking the tension from his limbs as his gaze turned to Eraqus.

For the first time that night, he truly saw him.

Master Eraqus.

His uncle.

His father’s brother.

"It was then Grandpa found out that Eraqus wasn't just any unicorn, he was a Alicorn Master. One of the original users of breathing techniques long ago, a user of sun breathing. The pony who had been dear friends with Gutsy long ago before her sacrifice."

Storm continued as Eraqus gave Moonshadow a choice either to leave now or consider service as a member of The Guardians of Light. Without any hesitation, Moonshadow agreed as they made their way to Moonshadow' family.

"Eraqus was impressed by Grandpa's skills and since he had seen his true nature, he gave him a choice: leave now and live with a small mystery of what they had seen or serve as a member of The Guardians of Light and learn the whole story. Even offering to teach him and develop his own breathing technique.

Ever curious, Grandpa wanted to know more and train more. Master Eraqus unveiled to Grandpa much of what we haven't yet to learn about the true path that led to Grandpa's fate, and their centuries long conflict with Nemesis. By the end of the tale, Grandpa chose to join the ranks of The Guardians of Light."

(Scene changes)

Back at Xehanort’s home, the air was thick with tension. Moonshadow knelt before his adoptive father, his resolve unshaken despite the storm brewing in the elder pony’s eyes. The flickering lantern light cast long shadows across the room, accentuating Xehanort’s stern expression as he loomed over his son.

“No,” Xehanort said firmly, his voice heavy with finality. “The Guardians of Light is no place for you, Moonshadow. You must not do this!”

Moonshadow’s gaze lifted, meeting Xehanort’s stern eyes with his own unwavering determination. “Father, I’m ready,” he said, his voice steady but pleading. “My training has prepared me for this.”

Xehanort’s brow furrowed, his voice sharp as he retorted, “In body, perhaps. But your heart and mind are still untempered, my son.” He tapped Moonshadow on the forehead with his hoof, causing the younger stallion to flinch. “You lack the discipline, the patience required to survive the path you’re choosing.”

Moonshadow rubbed his forehead, a flicker of frustration crossing his face before he recomposed himself. “The Guardians of Light are an honorable force for good. They fight to protect the balance of Equestria. I can help them.”

“No!” Xehanort’s voice thundered as he stepped away, his back turned to Moonshadow. “I forbid it! You are not to join them, and that is my final word!”

Moonshadow rose to his hooves, his frustration bubbling over. “Why? Why won’t you let me? Is it because you don’t believe in me?”

Xehanort froze, his shoulders stiffening. Slowly, he turned to face his son, but before he could speak, Moonshadow pressed on.

“Aren’t you the same warrior from centuries ago?” Moonshadow confirmed, his tone a mix of anger and longing. “The battles you fought, the breathing techniques you and your brother developed together. How you created Moon Breathing, because the sun and moon must always complement one another. Do they mean nothing to you!?”

Xehanort’s expression softened, but his silence spoke volumes.

Moonshadow’s voice cracked with emotion as he continued, “Why wouldn’t you train me to follow in your hoofsteps? Did you think I wasn’t ready? Did you think I was weak?”

Xehanort’s lips pressed together, his gaze distant as memories of a long-buried past flooded his mind. He saw not the stallion before him but the orphaned colt he had found on the streets—the boy with an indomitable spirit and a heart too pure for the darkness of war.

Finally, Xehanort spoke, his voice low and laden with emotion. “Because I don’t want you to follow in my hooves.”

Moonshadow blinked, taken aback by the weight of Xehanort’s words.

“I brought you into my home, gave you a life, because I saw potential in you. But I also wanted to protect you from the horrors I’ve seen. The battles I’ve fought… the lives I’ve lost.” Xehanort’s voice trembled slightly, but his eyes remained steady. “You don’t understand, Moonshadow. The Guardians’ war is not your war. It will consume you, tear you apart. I cannot bear to send you into that darkness.”

Moonshadow stepped closer, his voice softer now but no less resolute. “But it’s not just your war, father. It’s everypony’s. If I have the power to make a difference, how can I stand aside and do nothing? How can I look my children in the eyes and tell them I didn’t fight for their future?”

Xehanort’s resolve wavered, his heart aching at the sight of his son’s determination. He had raised Moonshadow to be strong, honorable, and courageous—but now, those very traits were driving him toward a path Xehanort wished he could shield him from.

“I wanted more for you than this,” Xehanort said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. “A life of peace. A life free from this war.”

“And I want that too,” Moonshadow replied, his voice filled with conviction. “But peace doesn’t come without sacrifice. If I don’t fight for it, who will?”

Xehanort closed his eyes, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his decision. He knew he couldn’t hold Moonshadow back—not when his son’s heart was so firmly set on this path.

Finally, he sighed deeply and opened his eyes. “If this is truly your choice, then I won’t stop you. But know this, Moonshadow—this path is not an easy one. It will test you in ways you cannot imagine. And once you take the first step, there is no turning back.”

Moonshadow nodded, his eyes steady and resolute. “I understand, father. And I accept it.”

From the doorway, Aurora watched the exchange with a mix of pride and sadness. She stepped forward, her voice gentle as she spoke. “You’re making the right choice, Moonshadow. And no matter where this path leads, we’ll be here, waiting for you.”

Moonshadow looked at his wife, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Thank you, Aurora.”

As Xehanort watched his son stand tall, a flicker of pride sparked in his chest. Though he feared for Moonshadow’s safety, he couldn’t deny the strength and determination he had cultivated in the young stallion.

“Go then,” Xehanort said at last, his voice steady. “Follow your path. But remember—your family will always be here for you. And you must always honor the light within you, no matter how dark the road becomes.”

With a deep bow to his master and a heartfelt embrace for his wife, Moonshadow prepared to leave, his heart heavy with both the burden of his choice and the hope of the future he would fight for.

“That night, Grandpa made the hardest decision of his life. He left behind the safety of his family to take his first steps toward the unknown, guided by a desire to protect them and the world he loved.”

(Scene changes)

At the sacred mystic temple adorned with the emblem of a heart-shaped symbol surrounded by radiant light, a solemn ceremony was underway. The air was thick with reverence and pride as Moonshadow Spirit knelt before the assembly of The Guardians of Light. The temple itself seemed to hum with energy, its ancient walls bearing the weight of countless ceremonies that had come before.

Moonshadow bowed his head as Master Eraqus addressed the gathered Guardians. His voice, commanding yet serene, carried through the temple.

"Today, we honor a warrior whose unwavering determination and pure heart have brought him to the pinnacle of our Order," Eraqus declared. "Moonshadow Spirit has not only proven his skill but also his integrity, wisdom, and dedication to the protection of harmony. Under my guidance, he has mastered the art of Lightning Breathing, a style as fierce and untamed as the storms themselves."

The assembled Guardians murmured their approval as Eraqus approached Moonshadow, placing a hoof gently on his shoulder. "Moonshadow, your journey has only just begun. As a Guardian of Light, you are now a beacon of hope and strength for those who cannot defend themselves. Rise, as one of our top members, and carry this responsibility with honor."

Moonshadow lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with pride and determination. He rose to his hooves and bowed deeply to his mentor and the Guardians, sealing his commitment to the path he had chosen.

Eraqus finished with “May your heart be your guiding key.”

Months passed, and Moonshadow’s reputation spread far beyond the temple. His mastery of Lightning Breathing and his unyielding dedication to justice caught the attention of Princess Celestia herself. She had long been searching for ponies of exceptional talent and integrity to lead a new era of protectors for Equestria—The Hashira.

"I have observed your growth, Moonshadow Spirit," Princess Celestia said, her regal voice echoing through the royal chambers.

She stood before Moonshadow, her ethereal mane shimmering like the dawn. "Your skills and values align with everything I envision for Equestria's future. I would be honored if you would join my Royal Guard and lead the Hashira. They are a group dedicated to protecting Equestria from the shadows that threaten its harmony, founded by Eraqus himself after he and Gusty sealed away Nemesis."

Moonshadow’s heart swelled with pride at the recognition. Without hesitation, he knelt before the Princess, his voice steady and resolute. "It would be my greatest honor, Your Majesty. I vow to uphold the principles of the Hashira and serve Equestria with all my strength."

Celestia smiled warmly, her gaze filled with both admiration and hope. "Your journey has been one of perseverance and courage, Moonshadow. I am confident that you will inspire others to follow in your hoofsteps. Prepare yourself; your journey as a protector of Equestria is only beginning."

But before he could leave, Celestia’s expression softened, and her voice lowered slightly. “…How is Xehanort?”

Moonshadow blinked, his mind briefly taken off guard by the sudden shift. He could see the hesitation in Celestia’s eyes, the way her usually confident presence now carried a slight awkwardness, a lingering sadness.

She still loved Xehanort.

After their last conversation, it seemed she still regretted the words they had exchanged.

Before Moonshadow could answer—

"I'm doing fine," a voice cut through the chamber.

Both turned to see Xehanort standing in the doorway, his golden eyes calm but watchful.

Celestia’s breath hitched and the two locked eyes once more.

Moonshadow suddenly felt very out of place. "Well, this is awkward," he muttered under his breath. He then slowly backed away, slipping behind a column—but he didn’t leave.

Sorry, Father, he thought. I have to see how this plays out.

Celestia fidgeted. Celestia. The most composed pony in all of Equestria. The very same ruler who had stood against villains and monsters alike—

And yet, she couldn’t find the right words to say to the alicorn stallion before her.

After an awkward pause, she cleared her throat and attempted light conversation. “So… you’re still living in Saddle Arabia?”

Xehanort arched a brow. “Indeed.”

“…Still training orphans?”

“As always.”

The awkwardness hung in the air like a thick fog.

Xehanort sighed inwardly, running a hoof down his face. Just like Luna, hopeless when it comes to love. They truly are sisters.

Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than before. "I'm sorry."

Celestia’s eyes widened slightly. "For what?"

"Our last conversation," Xehanort admitted. "After you banished Luna to the moon… I was furious. I said things I shouldn't have."

Celestia’s expression softened, and she slowly shook her head. "No, Xehanort. You were right to be mad at me."

Xehanort’s ears flicked, a hint of surprise crossing his usually unreadable face.

"I could have done more," Celestia murmured, her voice tinged with regret. "I should have seen what was happening to her. I should have listened to you when you said she needed me. I thought I was doing what was best for Equestria, but… I failed her. And I failed you."

She let out a soft, bitter chuckle. “I always wondered if… maybe things would have been different, if I had just listened to you back then.”

Silence lingered between them.

Then—Celestia blushed. Her wings ruffled slightly, and she hesitated before speaking again.

“Could… could we maybe start over?” she asked, her voice unusually timid. “Find some way to rekindle what we had before?”

Xehanort blinked. For the first time in a long, long time… he was caught off guard.

He rubbed the back of his head, letting out a small, tired chuckle. "I'd like that. It may take a while, but… I'm glad we had this talk."

Celestia smiled—genuinely smiled—for the first time that night.

From behind the column, Moonshadow grinned to himself. Finally, he thought. Took you both long enough.

As Storm continued narrating the story, his voice carried both pride and reverence.

"Grandpa was promoted again and again, rising to the top ranks of The Guardians of Light. Under Master Eraqus, he not only mastered Lightning Breathing but became a true embodiment of what it means to wield power responsibly. When Princess Celestia herself invited him to lead the Hashira, he didn't hesitate. He knew it was his duty to protect not just his family but all of Equestria. He decided to move to Canterlot, knowing that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but also filled with purpose."

(Scene changes)

The night was perfect—cool air, the scent of rain lingering, and the moonlight casting a silver glow over Saddle Arabia. Moonshadow and Aurora stood close, their foreheads touching, gazing into each other’s eyes. The love they had cultivated over the years was as strong as ever, made only sweeter by the anticipation of their new life in Canterlot.

Aurora smiled against his lips as they kissed. “Two more days,” she whispered. “Then we’ll finally be there.”

Moonshadow chuckled, brushing a strand of her lavender mane behind her ear. "It almost doesn't feel real."

"Well, it is," she said, nudging him playfully. "And I can't wait."

Storm narrated from the present, his voice filled with warmth. “Grandpa and Grandma’s relationship grew stronger than ever. They had no idea what was waiting just beyond the horizon.”

Moonshadow reluctantly pulled away, his duties as a Guardian of Light calling him back to the temple. He kissed Aurora’s forehead one last time before disappearing into the night.

Aurora watched him go, a soft smile lingering on her lips as she took in the peaceful night around her. The rhythmic pattering of rain against stone, the distant flicker of lanterns…

She had no idea she was being watched.

From the shadows of a towering tree, Leviathan emerged, his form illuminated briefly by a flash of lightning. His eyes glinted with malice as he marched toward her.

"Aurora Dawn, I presume?" Leviathan’s voice was a deep, taunting growl.

Aurora froze, her heart racing as she turned to face the figure. Her voice trembled as she said his name, "Leviathan…"

Leviathan's lips curled into a wicked grin. "I've heard so much about you. The perfect wife of the great Moonshadow Spirit."

Aurora stood her ground, even as fear gripped her heart. "You won’t get away with this. My husband—"

“Your husband?” Leviathan interrupted, smirking cruelly. "He’s too far away to save you."

Then, the night erupted into chaos.

Aurora fought back, blasts of magic colliding against Leviathan’s monstrous form. But he was too fast, too strong. He deflected every attack, his brutal strength overwhelming her magic.

Her screams pierced the storm, followed only by the crash of thunder.

(Scene changes)

Inside the house, Xehanort was lost in thought until suddenly, a blood-curdling scream ripped through the air.

Xehanort’s eyes widened in alarm as he bolted to the door. "Aurora?!" he called out, his voice shaky with fear.

As he ran into the stormy night, his worst fears were realized. On the ground lay Aurora's robe, tattered and soaked in rain. Xehanort fell to his knees, his hooves trembling as he lifted the garment.

"No… no, Aurora!" Xehanort cried out, clutching the robe to his chest as the rain washed over him.

(Scene changes)

The Guardian’s of Light temple stood silent under the moonlight, its halls echoing with the rhythmic sounds of training. Moonshadow and his fellow clan members practiced diligently, their breathing techniques flowing like poetry in motion. Eraqus, standing at the observation balcony with the other leaders, silently admired the progress of his students.

But the peace was shattered in an instant.

"Nemesis’s army attacked."

A deafening crash tore through the sanctuary as the temple’s grand stained-glass window exploded inward. Shards of glass rained down as neoshadows, wyverns, darkballs and many other creatures stormed the hall, their monstrous forms illuminated by the flickering light of nearby flames. Explosions erupted in every corner, shaking the very foundations of the temple.

Eraqus's sharp intake of breath caught the attention of the other leaders. "Sound the alarm! Defend the temple!" he commanded, his voice ringing with urgency.

Moonshadow, startled but quick to act, dodged a wyvern’s tail swipe and retaliated with a powerful strike, his Lightning Breathing illuminating the chaos around him. "Stay focused!" he shouted to his comrades, parrying another attack.

Amid the chaos, a figure emerged from the smoke—Nemesis himself, his aura radiating malice. Leviathan followed at his side, his twin swords with chain-like extensions dragging across the floor, emitting a metallic screech.

"Nemesis!" Eraqus roared, leaping down from the balcony to confront his old enemy. "How did you find us?!"

Nemesis’s deep, resonant laughter filled the air, chilling everypony to the bone. "Oh, my dear Eraqus, I’ve never truly lost track of you. I let you run, let you rebuild, let you hope. And now, all of it ends here. None of you will leave alive."

Leviathan stepped forward, his chains rattling menacingly. "Time to finish what we started centuries ago," he growled, his eyes locking onto Moonshadow.

Eraqus turned to his warriors, his voice commanding yet pained. "Evacuate the temple! Protect the younglings and the scrolls! We cannot let Nemesis’s forces capture any of them!"

Moonshadow fought valiantly, his Lightning Breathing cutting through waves of enemies. He dashed toward a wyvern, slashing upward in a brilliant arc of electricity, sending it crashing into a darkball that disintegrated on impact. The members of the temple fought bravely, but the sheer number of attackers was overwhelming.

"Moonshadow!" Eraqus shouted, drawing his student’s attention as he and the other leaders opened a shimmering portal. "We’re leaving. Now!"

Moonshadow hesitated, his gaze flickering to Leviathan, who had begun charging toward him. Gritting his teeth, Moonshadow turned and sprinted toward the portal. He glanced back once, locking eyes with Leviathan, who snarled in fury.

As Moonshadow dove through the portal, Leviathan roared, "You can’t run forever!"

Nemesis approached Leviathan, placing a hand on his shoulder. "They may have escaped, but they will not hide from me forever. This is only the beginning."

(scene change)

Moonshadow raced home, his mind replaying the battle over and over. He pushed open the door to find Xehanort kneeling on the floor, clutching something in his hooves. The elder pony’s expression was heavy with sorrow.

"Master? What’s wrong?" Moonshadow asked, his voice trembling as he approached.

Xehanort turned slowly, his eyes filled with tears. In his hooves was Aurora’s robe, torn and drenched from the rain. Moonshadow froze, his heart sinking into his stomach.

"No…" he whispered, his voice breaking. "Aurora? No! NO!"

He collapsed to his knees, his hooves shaking as he took the robe from Xehanort. Tears streamed down his face as he held the tattered fabric close. The storm outside mirrored the storm within him, lightning illuminating his grief-stricken face.

(scene change)

The next morning, under the gray sky, a solemn ceremony took place. Xehanort, Moonshadow, and Sapphire and Cosmic stood before a simple grave marker. Aurora’s robe, along with her ashes, was buried beneath it. Moonshadow knelt silently, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back tears.

"This is all my fault," Moonshadow said, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I hadn’t joined the Guardians, she’d still be alive."

Xehanort placed a hoof on Moonshadow’s shoulder. "No, my son. The fault lies with Nemesis and his followers. But…" He sighed deeply. "Perhaps if I had been honest with you from the beginning, if I had told you about Eraqus, about the Guardians… perhaps Aurora’s fate could have been changed."

Moonshadow stood slowly, his grief hardening into determination. "I can’t let them get away with this. I’ll find Leviathan, and I’ll stop him. No matter what it takes."

As Moonshadow began to walk away, Xehanort called after him. "Moonshadow, listen to me!" His voice carried a mix of desperation and authority. "Vengeance is like a splinter. It burrows under your skin, festers, and poisons your soul. Don’t let it consume you."

Moonshadow paused, glancing back at his adoptive father. "I have to do this. For Aurora. For Sapphire. For everypony Nemesis has hurt."

Xehanort’s expression was pained as he watched Moonshadow disappear into the distance. "Be careful, my son. The path you’ve chosen may have consequences."

(Scene changes)

At a very familiar abandoned village, mist flowed through the air.

"But Grandpa wouldn’t listen." Storm continued to narrate as Moonshadow jumped through the Well of Shade, on a wall and another before landing on the ground in a fighting was geared up with an armor provided by Eraqus. As it was sleek metallic blue and vibrant yellow with sharp angular patterns on the chest piece representing lighting with asymmetrical shoulder guards and two katana swords strapped to his left side.

Two neoshadows stood guard at a huge door. "He had but one thing on his mind, vengeance."

On the other side of the door in a big room, pounding was heard from behind the door as the two neoshadows were sent flying through the door and into the room.

"I have come for Leviathan!" Moonshadow said, angrily.

In the room, a dozen neoshadows surrounded him while snarling as he lit his horn and auric hands appeared in his hooves as he clenched them ready to fight.

Storm’s voice narrated with solemnity, "Grandpa had come to Nemesis’s stronghold in the Hollow Shades to face Leviathan. Nothing—not an army, not fear, not even the possibility of death—would stop him."

The neoshadows charged.

Moonshadow moved like lightning, his form a blur as he dodged and struck with calculated precision. He kicked two creatures aside, their forms dissolving into wisps of darkness, before grabbing another by its neck and hurling it into a cluster of its brethren.

As more surrounded him, Moonshadow leaped into the air, twisting mid-flight to deliver a spinning slash that cut through multiple enemies. Landing lightly on his hooves, he planted his sword into the ground, summoning a pulse of electricity that sent several neoshadows flying.

"You’ll have to do better than this," Moonshadow muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on the next door.

Moonshadow entered a massive chamber, its walls lined with grotesque carvings of twisted faces and scenes of chaos. At the far end, sitting upon a throne of black stone, was Nemesis himself. His form exuded malice, his clawed hands gripping the arms of his throne with an eerie calm.

Nemesis leaned forward, his glowing red eyes narrowing. "So, you’ve come, Moonshadow. I wondered when your thirst for vengeance would bring you to me."

Moonshadow ignored him, his gaze locked onto Leviathan. "Leviathan! I’ve come for you!" His voice rang out, unwavering and full of defiance. "Show yourself, murderer!"

Nemesis chuckled darkly, gesturing toward Leviathan. "Your prey awaits. But be warned, little pony, this will not end as you hope."

"Ha!" Leviathan scoffed as Moonshadow ran up to him before stopping. "Look at you, groveling at the feet of the beautiful Aurora Dawn. Leviathan stepped forward, drawing his twin swords, their chains clinking ominously. "You think you can avenge her?" Leviathan sneered. "You’re just a grieving fool chasing a shadow. Let’s see how far that fury takes you."

Moonshadow drew his own blades, their edges crackling with electricity. "Far enough to end you."

Leviathan scoffed “Any other time, I’d relish watching you squirm while our army decimates everything you hold dear. But you interfered with us by taking Eraqus away from us, and for that you must pay.”

Without hesitation, he charged at Moonshadow. But Moonshadow was ready. With swift reflexes, he dodged to the side, drawing his own blades as they clashed in a storm of sparks and fury.

The clang of metal against metal filled the air as they fought fiercely, both warriors pushing themselves to the limit. Moonshadow, quick on his hooves, avoided one of Leviathan's powerful strikes and leaped into the air, delivering a high, precise kick to Leviathan’s face. The blow landed cleanly, sending the him staggering backward.

Leviathan snarled, shaking off the pain, and in a fit of rage, hurled his swords at Moonshadow. But Moonshadow was always one step ahead. He jumped between the flying blades, using his own swords to cut the chains holding them together, leaving Leviathan momentarily stunned.

Seizing the opportunity, Moonshadow charged at Leviathan again, landing another solid high kick to the creature’s face. Leviathan was sent flying into the air, roaring in fury. It was time for Moonshadow to unleash his next move—one of his most formidable techniques.

"Thirteenth form: Divine Tempest Impact!" Storm narrated, his voice filled with reverence.

As Moonshadow stood firm sheathing his blades, the skies above him darkened with roiling thunderclouds. Electricity crackled through the air, striking the ground and even hitting some of the neoshadow soldiers nearby.

Moonshadow jumped and at the perfect moment unsheathed his swords and channeled the raw energy of the storm into his swords, his eyes glowing with focused determination. With a mighty swing, he brought his blades down, releasing a massive explosion of lightning that tore through the battlefield. The sheer force of the strike ripped open a portal, swirling with dark energy.

Leviathan barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he was sucked into the swirling darkness, his screams of rage and disbelief fading as the portal snapped shut behind him.

Nemesis, watching from the shadows, snarled in fury as he realized his warrior had been defeated. "Seize him!" Nemesis bellowed, pointing a clawed finger at Moonshadow.

The neoshadows charged at Moonshadow, but he wasn’t going to let them capture him. In an instant, he activated Thunderclap and Flash, vanishing from their sight.

Storm’s voice narrated solemnly. "Grandpa knew he couldn’t win against Nemesis’s entire army alone. His vengeance had been fulfilled, but the cost was great. He escaped, but the war was far from over."

Moonshadow disappeared like lightning as the creatures stopped in their tracks in confusion. When the dust settled, Moonshadow was gone. Nemesis was furious as he roared in anger shaking the walls itself.

(Scene changes)

The soft glow of dawn bathed Xehanort's home in Saddle Arabia as Moonshadow stood by the door with his children. The morning air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of rain from the previous night's storm. It was the day he would leave his childhood home for Canterlot—a day that marked a bittersweet end to one chapter and the uncertain beginning of another.

Xehanort stood in the doorway, his face a stoic mask, but his eyes betrayed the deep well of emotions within. He looked at Moonshadow, his adoptive son, now a grown stallion who had endured more pain and loss than any pony should. The elder stallion’s heart ached as he realized how much he wanted to shield his son from the pain of the world—yet knew he could not.

"I have to go now," Moonshadow said, his voice steady but tinged with sadness.

Xehanort nodded slowly, his expression softening. "I know," he replied, his voice low and filled with wisdom. "Despite the plans of a foolish old pony, one must follow one's destiny, no matter where it leads."

He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing whether to speak again. Then, with a deep sigh, he stepped closer and placed a hoof gently on Moonshadow’s shoulder. "But know this," Xehanort said, his tone soft yet firm. "Destiny is never left to chance. You will always have a place here, with me. No matter where you go, no matter what path you take, you will always be here."

He placed his hoof over his heart, his eyes glistening. "Right here."

Moonshadow’s chest tightened at the heartfelt words, but before he could respond, Xehanort continued, his voice trembling slightly. "I am so sorry, my son. Sorry for not doing more. For not protecting Aurora. For not telling you everything sooner. Perhaps if I had been stronger—"

"No," Moonshadow interrupted, his voice firm but kind. He stepped forward and wrapped Xehanort in a tight embrace, "You did more than enough. You took me in when no one else would. You gave me a home, a family, and a future. None of this is your fault, Father. None of it."

Xehanort's stoic mask finally crumbled as he returned the hug, his eyes closing as he held onto Moonshadow as if letting go would shatter his heart. "You have made me so proud," Xehanort whispered. "And you will continue to make me proud, wherever your path takes you. Remember, may your heart be your guiding key"

Moonshadow pulled back slightly, meeting Xehanort’s tear-filled eyes with a resolute smile. "I will make sure of it," he said. "For Aurora, for Sapphire and Cosmic, and for everything you’ve taught me. I will protect what matters."

Xehanort smiled through his tears, nodding as he stepped back to let Moonshadow leave. The two stallions bowed deeply to each other, their gestures filled with mutual respect and love.

Sapphire and Cosmic ran up to hug their grandfather as he hugged them with his wings, burying their faces in his coat.

"We’ll miss you, Grandpa," Cosmic mumbled.

Xehanort chuckled softly, running a hoof through his grandson’s mane. "And I’ll miss you both. But don’t you worry—I’ll visit."

"Promise?" Sapphire asked, her aquamarine eyes shimmering with emotion.

Xehanort gave a soft, knowing smile. "Of course."

Moonshadow, standing a few steps away, turned back one last time, his usual stoic expression cracking slightly.

“Be sure to visit Canterlot… unless you’re still being awkward around Celestia.” He smirked.

Xehanort chuckled, shaking his head. “As if. But I’ll be sure to visit soon.”

As Moonshadow turned and began walking away, Sapphire and Cosmic hugged their grandfather as sad as they were they knew they had to go. Xehanort watched them go, his heart heavy yet full of pride.

"You will always have a home here, my son," Xehanort said softly, more to himself than to Moonshadow. "And you will always be in my heart."

Moonshadow didn’t turn back, but his steps slowed, and for a fleeting moment, he tilted his head ever so slightly as if he’d heard his father’s words. Then, with renewed determination, he continued down the path, ready to face the destiny that awaited him in Canterlot.

(scene change)

The scene shifted to the grandeur of Canterlot, its majestic towers piercing the sky as the city bustled with life. Moonshadow stood at the base of the royal castle, gazing up at its towering spires with a sense of awe and determination.

Beside him, Sapphire and Cosmic stood close, their young, innocent eyes reflecting the wonder of this new world.

Cosmic’s gaze darted from the royal banners to the pristine white walls, his tail flicking excitedly. “It’s so… big,” he murmured.

Sapphire, smaller and more reserved, held onto Moonshadow’s cloak, her aquamarine eyes shimmering. “Do you think Mommy would have liked it here?” she asked softly.

Moonshadow’s expression softened, and he knelt down. He placed a gentle hoof under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his.

"She would have loved it," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "Her kindness, her beauty, her love… all of that is with us, always. We will carry her memory together."

"And so, Grandpa followed his destiny," Storm narrated, his voice steady and reflective. "He left behind the only home he had ever known, stepping into a new life in Canterlot to serve as a Hashira in Princess Celestia's Royal Guard."

The grand doors of the castle swung open, flanked by two royal guards in gleaming golden armor. They nodded respectfully to Moonshadow, stepping aside to allow him passage. With a deep breath, Moonshadow entered, his hooves echoing on the polished marble floors. The warm glow of the morning sun streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the walls.

Princess Celestia awaited him in the grand hall, her serene presence filling the space. Her flowing, ethereal mane shimmered like an aurora, and her kind eyes met Moonshadow's with a mixture of sympathy and resolve.

"Moonshadow Spirit," she greeted, her voice regal yet warm. "Welcome to Canterlot. You have my deepest condolences for your loss, and my sincerest gratitude for choosing to serve Equestria as one of its protectors."

Moonshadow bowed low, his movements respectful but confident. "Thank you, Princess Celestia," he replied, his voice steady. "I pledge my life to protecting this kingdom and its people, no matter the cost."

Celestia smiled, her expression one of approval and understanding. "Your strength and resolve will inspire those around you, Moonshadow. Together, we shall work to ensure Equestria remains safe from the darkness that seeks to consume it."

This was his new beginning—a chance to honor Aurora's memory and ensure Sapphire and Cosmic grew up in a world free from the horrors he had faced.

Storm's narration continued, his tone filled with pride. "From that day forward, Grandpa dedicated himself to Canterlot and its people. Under Princess Celestia’s guidance, he protected the kingdom, striving to create a brighter future for Sapphire, Cosmic and all of Equestria."

Celestia watched him carefully, her gaze knowing, almost nostalgic.

As Moonshadow walked deeper into the castle, taking his first steps into his new life, she spoke softly to herself.

"He reminds me of you, Xehanort," she murmured. "Strong-willed, determined… yet carrying so much pain."

Her smile lingered as she turned back toward the window, watching the golden sunrise stretch across Canterlot.

Flashback ended

The group sat in contemplative silence, the weight of Moonshadow’s story pressing on them. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting long shadows along the walls, yet the warmth it provided did little to lift the heaviness that lingered in the air.

Fluttershy sniffled, dabbing at her tear-streaked eyes with a handkerchief. "Wow," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "What a beautiful, sad… but happy story." Her watery gaze reflected the depth of emotion she felt—a mixture of sorrow and admiration.

Twilight, still processing everything, exhaled deeply. "I can't imagine anypony going through that," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. "Losing so much, yet still choosing to keep moving forward."

Her ears flattened slightly, and her mind drifted to something else—a realization that had never quite connected before.

"Is that… why Princess Celestia was absent for so long?" she wondered aloud, eyes narrowing in thought. "There were times she told us she was simply ‘busy,’ but in reality… was she spending her time with Xehanort?"

The question hung in the air, unspoken thoughts surfacing in everypony’s mind.

Rainbow Dash raised a brow, crossing her hooves. "Now that you mention it… there was a time we didn’t see much of her."

Rarity, ever observant, nodded slightly. "She always had that certain… look in her eyes whenever we talked about past friendships. Almost as if she was thinking of somepony she had lost."

Applejack rubbed her chin, her expression pensive. "She never did talk much about her past relationships."

Storm, who had been quiet for a moment, finally spoke, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah, they spent time together," he confirmed. "From what my parents told me, Celestia and Xehanort reconnected after all those years. She’d visit him in Saddle Arabia, and sometimes he’d visit Canterlot—though he never liked the attention."

The group exchanged glances at the thought of Celestia sneaking away from her royal duties just to see an old friend—perhaps something more than that.

Twilight’s gaze softened, her heart aching at the thought.

"She must have missed him a lot," she murmured. "Just like he must have missed her."

After a pause, Rainbow Dash tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her magenta eyes. "Wait—so, did you guys ever meet him? I mean, Master Xehanort?"

Crimson let out a short chuckle, his usual fiery energy slightly subdued. "Yeah, we did."

Aqua, however, was the one who answered more solemnly. "And he was always excited to see us whenever we visited." Her voice was filled with both fondness and melancholy. "He used to tease Storm a lot, always testing his reflexes with magic when he wasn’t looking."

Storm chuckled. "That old coot was quick, I’ll give him that."

They all smiled able to picture Xehanort keeping his great-grandchildren on their hooves.

But then, Aqua’s gaze lowered slightly, her voice turning somber. "But… after our grandfather disappeared, we never saw him again."

The warmth in the room seemed to dim just slightly.

Fluttershy blinked, her ears flattening. "Never?"

Aqua shook her head. "No. He just… left." She exhaled, as if trying to push away the sting of loss. "It seemed like losing Grandpa was too much. We don’t know where he went, or if he ever planned to come back. He just vanished."

Crimson leaned forward, resting his hooves on the table. "It’s not hard to see why," he said, his usual bravado giving way to something softer. "Our grandfather was Xehanort’s son. Can you imagine losing your child like that? Even for a warrior like him, that kind of pain…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "I don’t think he could bear it."

The group was silent again, absorbing the weight of that truth. Twilight even remembered how one day Celestia just seemed so… sad. She tried to keep up appearances when Twilight and Storm were being taught but deep down, she must have felt so sad when Xehanort left. Guess she hoped that he would return but it seemed like he never did.

Storm spoke in a tone that was both hopeful and wistful. "I just hope… wherever he is, he’s okay." He paused, then looked toward the sky, his eyes filled with quiet longing. "I hope he’s still doing good, still helping somepony out there. And maybe… just maybe… we’ll see him again someday."

Aqua nodded, though her heart ached with the uncertainty of it.

Twilight, placing a gentle hoof on Storm’s, smiled softly. "If he’s anything like you, Storm… I believe he’s still out there, still watching over you."

Storm met her gaze and, for a moment, felt the weight in his chest lighten.

"Storm, what did Master Eraqus and Master Xehanort mean by 'May your heart be your guiding key'?" Twilight asked.

Storm's expression softened as he met Twilight's gaze, the words stirring something deep within him. "It’s something Grandpa lived by," he explained, his voice steady and filled with reverence. "It means to stay true to yourself, never give up on what you believe in, and trust your heart. When everything else feels uncertain, your heart will always guide you to the truth."

The room fell quiet for a moment as the words sank in. Spike, breaking the silence, asked with a note of sympathy, "So, when you, Aqua, and Crimson think about your grandfather, do you still wish he was here? To see what you’ve all become?"

Storm hesitated, the corners of his mouth tugging into a bittersweet smile. "Yeah," he admitted softly. "To be honest, whenever somepony made fun of Grandpa, I’d get so angry. They didn’t understand him, didn’t even know if he was truly gone, and yet they mocked him. I hated it. I just wish I’d been strong enough back then to defend him properly. And now... now I just wish he was still here, to see who we’ve become."

Applejack stepped forward, her voice filled with quiet strength. "Well, sugarcube, I’m sure he’d be mighty proud of the stallion you’ve become," she said, her green eyes meeting Storm's with conviction.

Storm nodded, her words providing a small comfort. "He was an honorable pony," he said, his tone a mix of pride and sadness. "When he became Xehanort’s student, and later his son, he carried himself with a kind of grace and strength that inspired everypony who knew him. I still think about him a lot. My heart aches from missing him. Even though I know he’s truly gone, sometimes... sometimes I feel like his spirit is watching over us."

Aqua chimed in, her voice steady yet tinged with emotion. "He was our light in our family. All of his lessons, his wisdom—it’s all been passed down to us since we started training with Mom and Dad."

Crimson, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, clenched his jaw, his fiery nature evident in the anger flashing in his eyes. "After what Leviathan did to Grandma," he said, his voice low and trembling with restrained fury, "it makes me sick to think about what that walking amalgamation would do to us if he ever showed up again."

Storm placed a calming hoof on Crimson's shoulder. "Crimson," he said evenly, "I get it. We all feel that anger. But we can’t let it consume us. Leviathan and Nemesis took so much from our family, and yes, we will stop them. But we can’t lose sight of ourselves in the process. We have to be better than them."

Crimson stared at his brother for a moment before sighing heavily. "Yeah, I know," he muttered, the fire in his voice cooling. "Hearing that story just makes me want to rush out and destroy Nemesis for everything he’s done."

Aqua gave Crimson’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "We all do," she said gently. "But right now, what’s important is honoring Grandpa’s legacy by being the ponies he believed we could be. And that means being patient, strong, and smart about how we face what’s ahead."

Twilight looked at Storm, her eyes soft with understanding. "You know, Storm," she said quietly, "I’m sure your grandfather would be proud of you. For the stallion you’ve become, and for how you protect those you love."

Storm’s expression softened, and he smiled. "Thanks, Twilight," he said, his voice genuine. "And I think he’d be proud of me for helping you become what you’re destined to be."

Twilight blushed at his words, a warm smile spreading across her face. Before she could respond, Pinkie Pie, ever the wildcard, grinned and chimed in. "Hey, Storm, do you think maybe someday you and Twilight might... you know, fall in love like your grandpa and grandma did?"

Both Storm and Twilight froze, their faces turning bright red as they exchanged a nervous glance. Then, Storm chuckled, shaking his head with a sheepish smile. "Maybe someday, Pinkie," he said, his voice warm and sincere. "For now, I’m just happy spending time with the six best friends and the little siblings I could ever ask for."

Pinkie beamed at his answer, and the rest of the group gathered around Storm, pulling him into a big group hug.

(Scene changes)

The chamber was dimly lit, the walls pulsating faintly with a dark energy that seemed alive. Nemesis stood before his orb, the malevolent light reflecting off his cruel, twisted visage. His smirk widened as the scenes of camaraderie and joy among Storm and his friends played out within the orb's swirling depths.

"Ah, Storm," Nemesis drawled, his voice a deep, menacing rumble laced with mockery. "How quaint. How utterly naive. Surrounding yourself with love, with friendship, as if such fragile bonds could shield you from what lies ahead." His eyes narrowed, glowing with a malevolent intensity. "But that... that will have to change."

"Because soon, Storm, your precious friends will be no more," Nemesis continued, his tone dripping with dark anticipation.

He gestured to the draconequus statue, his smile twisting into something truly vile. It was a draconequus in a combination of many body parts from different creatures which also makes him a chimera. He has the long body of a brown horse, the head of a gray pony, with an ivory deer antler on the right, a turquoise blue goat horn of the left, one long fang, yellow eyes with red pupils, a snake tongue, a black mane, and a white goat beard. The rest of his body consists of the right paw of a pale yellow lion, the left yellow talon of a brown eagle, the right leg of a green lizard, the left leg with a dark brown hoof of a tan goat, the right wing of a purple bat, the left wing of a bluebird, and a red snake tail with a white tuft at the end that he has been seen to use as a third hand.

"Discord, the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony," Nemesis intoned with reverence and venom intertwined. "How poetic that your very essence—chaos—will be the harbinger of their doom. Oh, how Eraqus, Celestia and Luna believed they had vanquished you, sealed you away like an unwanted memory. But I will unchain you, unleash you upon this world once more."

Nemesis turned from the statue, his voice dropping into a deadly growl as he barked orders at his neoshadows who stood waiting in the shadows. "Summon Leviathan. He will oversee the next phase of our plan."

As they dispersed into the darkness to carry out his will. Nemesis remained motionless for a moment, his back to the statue, before turning to face it once more. This time, his gaze held a sickening glee.

"And you, my dear Discord," Nemesis said, his tone mockingly sweet, "how does it feel, trapped in that cold, unyielding stone? I wonder, do you dream in there? Do you long for chaos? For freedom?"

His grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. "Because freedom, oh yes, it will be yours. But not without a price. No, I will see to it that you earn your return to this world by ripping apart everything Storm and his friends hold dear."

Nemesis began to pace, his laughter starting low and guttural before erupting into a cacophony that reverberated throughout the chamber. "You will be my pawn in this game of fate, Discord. A pawn to set the board in my favor. And when their so-called harmony crumbles to dust, I will strike the final blow."

He stopped before the statue, leaning in close, his voice a whisper laced with venomous promise. "And then, my chaotic friend, you will learn the true meaning of power. Not the fleeting, whimsical chaos you so adore. True power. My power."

Nemesis straightened, throwing his arms wide as the dark energy around him surged, the room shuddering under its oppressive weight. "Enjoy your imprisonment while it lasts, Discord!" he bellowed, his laughter rising to an unhinged crescendo. "For soon, I will set you free—and your chaos will herald my victory!"

The laughter echoed long after the chamber fell silent, the oppressive darkness closing in like a shroud over the chilling promise of what was to come.

Author's Note

Author's note:

Whelp, there’s season 1 for all of you and hopefully you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. This was a looong chapter and hopefully you guys enjoyed it.

I want to get this out of the way but breathing techniques will not work the same as in Demon slayer. Any pony can come up with their own breathing technique if they have the right training, and sun breathing isn’t the strongest. Your breathing techniques get stronger as you train more and since Eraqus has lived for hundreds of years his breathing technique is the most powerful, same goes for Xehanort so they are on equal footing. And yes the effects are real and the elements do exist when they do their breathing techniques. So ridiculous that they aren’t real in the actual show but I refuse not to make them real in MLP!

Anyway, I’ll be taking a break for a bit but don’t worry I’ll be back to do season 2 very soon so see you guy’s later.