Prologue: The Dream

“No!” Tymona (Pronounced "TIE-mona") shouted.  “No!  I won't let you!  I WILL stop you...  WE will stop you!”  the blood poured from Tymona's wounded forehead, streaming down into his brown eyes and staining his long, brown mane and his beige fur.  He faced his enemy with determination.  “You think you can control me?  Well think again!  Soon all of Equestria will be free of your grasp!”

The Night was dark and filled with a veil of shadows.  His attacker wore a dark, hooded cloak that covered their body.  All that was visible of his foe was their horn...  and their wings.  Their black fur was just an outline in the darkness, and their blood-red eyes seemed to glow.  A shadowy mist hid their body.

Tymona knew this was the end.  One of them had to die...  And he was hoping that it wasn't going to be him.  His opponent's horn began to glow with a bright, silver light.  Tymona knew that he had to act, or else he would most likely be wounded, or maybe even killed.  He summoned all the courage he could muster, and took a deap breath, preparing to attack.  “For my friends...” He said to himself.  “...  For Equestria!!!”  Tymona spread his wings wide, and charged at his opponent.  Then everything went black...