The Island Fortress and Luna's premonition

Daring and Trixie soon found themselves on the island beachfront. It was like any other typical beach except for a couple of midnight-blue swords, shields, armor, and skeletons. After wincing in disgust for a bit, Trixie took a picture of it all. She then went to pick up one of the swords that were attached to a fully-armored being. The being had two swords attached to its back along with a red bow and a quiver. Daring stopped her and grabbed her assistant’s hand, shaking her head.

"Just take the pictures," Daring said. Trixie nodded and took another picture with her camera. When she was done, Daring began leading her into the dark, damp forest ahead of them, trudging through the beautiful, misty surroundings akin to rainforests; only five minutes in, Daring had to take out a machete and start cutting down vines, leaves, bushes, whatever foliage that got in their way. As they trudged through the tropical forest, the island eventually seemed to have an odd peacefulness to it.

"Trixie likes this island!” The assistant would proclaim. “All we’d need to do is to get rid of these skeletons and other rubbish, then it could be a great vacation spot."

"This might just be my opinion, butI don't think an evil island fortress could be made into a vacation hotspot,” Daring looked back and said, slicing a couple of vines that were blocking their path. “At most if this Island wasn't already part of the Bermane Triangle; it could be a historical landmark.

"Trixie wonders why the weather teams can't control the Bermane Triangle." Trixie raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Well...” Daring interrupted, taking a breather from swinging around her machete. ”...the Bermane Triangle is basically like the Everfree Forest. No one knows why they act on there own, though it's been speculated that during the Nightmare War, the Bermane Triangle was forged by a really, really powerful mage that wanted to use the Elements against us. Thankfully his spell to create an element that was sentient didn't work and he died. The excess of his power made the Bermane triangle what it is today."

"A storm that acts on it's own without weather teams to control it."

Daring nodded and continued hacking and slashing at the misty green foliage that was in their path. After quite a trek through the dense jungle, they stopped for another breather. "Say, Daring,” Trixie inquired as she wiped her brow. “Trixie wonders why you didn't let her touch that sword? Surely it would have made a great archeological find."

"Well, that sword could have made a great find, but those swords could have been enchanted to prevent people from using them,” Daring looked to Trixie and said. ”Especially on that armored figure on the beach; he could have been a high-ranking officer or a warrior for hire."

"Trixie did wonder why that armored figure didn't look like the other ones that all wore Midnight blue," Trixie said while taking a drink from a canteen.

"It was probably an unfortunate mercenary that didn't escape the island when the storm hit," She replied, packing up her canteen and machete, going back to hacking and slashing through the forest. "Come on, we got a mask to find and it's probably at that fort right ahead of us." Trixie complied, grabbing her Canteen and following close behind.

Seagulls; seagulls and the sound of the ocean hitting the tide. These were the things Fable heard when he opened his eyes from the darkness. Turning over, he sat up with his legs splayed out, back hunched with an arm on each leg. He saw the ocean before him along with a storm in the distance. Fable then stood up from the place he was sitting and scanned the area. It was like any other beach except for the skeletons and gear. Getting curious he went to a skeleton and examined it closely. He'd never seen any type of armor like this before; it seemed to be as strong and well-crafted as his regular chainmail armor back in his storage. For some odd reason it had a strange blue cape with a symbol of a crescent moon on it. Usually he would forget about loot and objects that were completely useless to him, but this armor had a certain appeal to it. So he took the armor from the skeleton, proudly displaying to no one in particular on the beach his new armor. His Archon armor was probably safer and sturdier than this armor, but he did like to mix-and-match his equipment from time to time.

He looked around some more to see similar armor and other equipment lying around. Suddenly he felt his foot kick and stub at something on the ground. He looked down to see a matching sword and shield; the shield he didn't really need but the sword interested him the most. He picked it up and gave it a good test swing, then held it in the air like a champion showing off a trophy to people.

He then sheathed the sword to the side of his hip, which was placed along his belt to hold. Observing the land around him, he then saw what looked to be like civilization on the horizon somewhere inside the forest. Looking closer at the forest, he saw what appeared to be a just recently made trail. Having nowhere else to go, he entered the misty foliage via the recently made path.

Meanwhile in Canterlot Castle, in one of the many corridors of a tall tower was a room that was black as night with a scheme of midnight-blue that dominated most of the color. There in a king-size circular-bed lied a girl tossing and turning, her hair was a moderate cobalt-blue that seemed to flow from side to side as she tossed and turned. This was Princess Luna, famed ruler of dreams and leader of the night.

She could feel the work of old magic afoot, anguished as she sat up in her bed, her hair a disheveled mess from the all the restlessness. Throwing off her blankets, she went to her vanity desk which had a very ornate mirror. She wasn't worried about what she looked like, currently clad in her usual midnight-blue nightgown with black embroidered edgings, along with similarly midnight-blue colored panties and bra underneath, striped blue-and-black socks hugging her thighs and feet. She cast a quick spell on the mirror, a cobalt-blue cloud forming in the mirror, swirling and forming a vision of a beachhead. In the mirror she saw a familiar armored figure standing proudly, swinging its sword. Her eyes widened, recognizing it as one of the old Nightmare knights on that beach.

Luna then ran to one of her dressers and started digging through various clothes. She took out a black cape with silver embroidering, midnight-blue pants, and a midnight-blue military shirt with a silver button-up, black boots, and a silver mask with a crescent moon on it. She quickly began throwing them all on, then went back to the dresser and picked out a black crown from a clandestine wooden box, almost like a small jewelry chest for a memento. Gazing into the mirror again, she saw the Nightmare knight begin to trek into the forest. She then gripped the grip of her saber and pulled it out of its sheath.

Pointing it at the mirror she said.

"I will make sure you die like the rest of your kind Knight of Nightmare Moon!"

Author's Note

Edited by Danmcintosh