When Sparks rise from Clashed Swords

There comes a time in everypony's life that they must accept that they cant beat something. Be it death, another pony, or their very nature. They'll try to stand strong but they know they will lose in the end. So they struggle. They fight as hard as they can and rage against the world shouting defiance. They try to stand tall but in the end know that they can do nothing as they watch their world burn metaphorically.

He stood there and was forced to watch as his family was killed. He was held down and forced to watch as his children were burned to death in his own house. He couldn't make a move to help them and could only shout out his anguish. His wife had her throat slit before him and he could only watch as the love of his life had that spark vanish from her eyes. He was broken in spirit, and in body. In the end all he could do was scream his anger and anguish. Its said that his echoes of rage and pain can still be heard in the burnt husk that used to be his house. This was all done by one organization. They were known as the Shadows of Night. They were ruthless toward their enemies as shown by this vulgar display of power to these ponies. He was targeted for taking down a low level member of theirs in a one-on-one duel. They fought for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. In the end the member was defeated but left alive. He went and said he was cheated by that pony. Thus the origination moved against that pony.

At the Shadows of Night's Headquarters

"So now that the reputation of the organization is safe and secure, Does anybody know who that pony even was?" said a figure in the darkness.

"Yes, I know who he is. His name is Silver Flash. He is a swords-pony that was taught by the great master in swords Grey Dawn. Apparently he was found by Grey in the Everfree fighting off Timberwolves with 3 sticks. Of course since he had no training he should have been dead but he was somehow holding his own. He got his cutie mark that day. And after Grey intervened he gave his thanks, and then collapsed." said the figure sipping on some juice.

The leader of their organization sat upon his throne in the back of the room observing and noticing that a few of his officers felt fear of this pony that they were now discussing. To make morale higher he decided to say something to his people. "Now my officers," he began, "there is nothing to fear because he is only one pony. We are many and powerful while he is weak on his own. And to top that, he knows that if he tries to make friends he knows they will die so he shall stay alone. We shall always conquer together, remember this. And as a reminder of how we only take the strong into our group our new initiates Nightshade and Orange Flare will have a fight to the death to show who shall serve us better."

The aforementioned ponies were coming forward and dropped into the small pit in the middle of the room. Nightshade specialized in stealth due to her coat being so dark and her ability to move unnoticed. Orange Flare was a close-combat fighter who specialized in brawling and was used to fighting. Now the crowd began to move around the top of the pit as their battle began. Orange Flare went straight for Nightshade and turned around and kicked back with his hind legs. Nightshade dodged the kicks by a millimeter and jumped over Orange Flare using her wings to gain a little height over the earth pony below her.She then dove down with a hoof out in front to punch which Orange Flare dodged by spinning to his right and threw out a hoof in retaliation and adding to the force from the spin he hit her in the face, dazing her and seeing this, proceeded to hit her all over her body finally ending her life as she cried put in pain from the blows by snapping her neck with one last punch.

He climbed out of the pit with a little help from the others and bowed before the leader. The leader looked at the dead body in the pit first and said, "Give that to Doctor Megase. He might have some use for it. And if not it will give him something to do other than bother us with his blase speeches of medical sorts. Also, let us congratulate Orange Flare for being able to prove his strength. Now we shall anoint you with the mantle of shadows." Out of nowhere a mantle that looked darker then the blackest night descended upon Orange Flares body. Then it began to absorb into him and a dark glint took place in his eye. The leader looked on in satisfaction and said "This means you are now one of us. Go and join your brothers and sisters in arms and have fun and make merry while you can. For you shall have an assignment before the week is over. Now, I hope all of you have a great night." said the leader. He then went down his stairs and walked to his room.

And so the history of his grudge and cause has been told. This is the story of what happens when he tries to survive and goes on to thrive.

At the entrance to Ponyville

He stood upon the hill and looked down upon the quaint town with resignation in his heart. He stepped down the hill and let his mind wander as he remembered his life before the tragedy. He remembered his wife laughing while they ran through the meadow. He remembered his son looking on in confusion as he explained how weather worked in forests where there were no ponies. Silver Flash was still stuck in his mind when a pink blur ran towards him and tried to embrace him. Silver's reflexes kicked in and he ducked as she went over him and he continued on his way until that blur said "Hey mister! Why don't you stop for a second? I have to welcome you to town!" Sliver Flash turned and looked at her with an emotion she could only describe as fear.

Please be honest in your opinion because I know i need to improve. This is my second story. Please be brutally honest or lie to me if you want. Thanks for reading this.