Nightfall, the name I was, ‘born’ to and the only thing I remember before gaining consciousness and some life in me. I am proud to say I am an alicorn stallion, a pony with a horn and majestic wings on my black lean pony form and my own straight silver mane and tail, though long as they were, I know how to style them as best as I can.

I am the brother of Daybreak, another alicorn stallion, one who had the whitest, if not the purest white coat I have ever seen. His own mane was unique, just like mine, I suppose. His made, a golden yellow, a solid one at that was very slick and straight but there was three distinct points, floating about just behind his head, as if an invisible force pulled at his mane. Whenever he turns or trots his mane waves to those three points, acting as if he was the sun. His Cutie Mark was a golden sun with only 5 of its points, raised up while the lower was covered by a green pasture.

Together, we make, a pair, a brotherly pair that stood side by side, without question but when realization struck, we were both stuck in limbo as many would say. A world filled with other beings, large, small, dangerous, kind, hateful, and peaceful. A number of us in this realm, of endless black watch from where we stood when the ‘window’ appears showing us the entire ‘light’ realm, where life and existence existed, beings similar and unique from us continue to strive and live.

It was at that moment, both I and Daybreak found our love, or loves at it were. A pony, a princess, an alicorn of such elegant and kind blue, her mane and tail was a vision of a perfect starry night and her own form asked for acceptance. I was sure the other pony, white as they come, with a very elegant multi-colored mane or that miss mash of a female that had parts of other beings just thrown together, had my brother love struck to either females, as I did to this alicorn princess, the sister of the pony.

An unfamiliar force telling me I belong with her, or hers, as it were. There were countless many renditions of her, her evil, her good, her regal, her darkness, but still, I love all of her, to just be with her, this uncontrollable urge to just be with this pony right here…

But both of us knew this was not to happen, since we live, or at least, belong here in this limbo of a world, denied of life, it was quick to see us go into a massive heap of killing, murders and genocide, so as to prove we do not have a life. It was quick, nearly painless but the repetitions of it all, made us all dull and nearly bored through our minds. That was our lives, until Creator came along, the golden armor banging on the wall, as if he was from the ‘light’ realm and bursting through a door he created.

He came in without warning and started to kill us, one by one, being by being, race, by race. It was a very chaotic thing that made us think in our death pile, how can we be this powerless against him? It was about our 30th death cycle when he finally finished, out hopes crushed to try and defeat him but some news came about, we were given a chance to somewhat live, and to be out of our miserable little world. We all took this chance.

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The Mechanawars, the race Creator spoke of that time, as himself and the forms we shall take. At first many of us were showing signs of confusion, he showed us the armors, the forms that resemble humans, and he said we shall all be adorning these armors, without worry and question. Sure enough he proved us wrong to doubt his request of us to be his army, the issue he faced was that he cannot take beings of the ‘light’ realm, or as Creator say, ‘Real’ beings.

My brother and I were quick enough to take in our new forms, it was strange for a second or too, but once we felt...that spark of living, the prospect of having to see the world we just had the liberty to watch from a distance, we were all ecstatic to see it all. Surprising enough, we can still feel, all five senses still worked inside this armor, even if we feel mechanical, we felt alive, biological and all. It was surreal but it was this chance we all took, and we became an army, a peacekeeping force and all in all, a race that shall match the ‘Real’ worlds, together, three folds.

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It was through some time, about a hundred thousand years later, our lives changed greatly, having a life, adorning these armors that work wonders, we even found out, we can get out and retain a suit of gold to disguise ourselves when we visit the ‘Real’ world for just a moment. But our jobs were more important now.

There was a situation that concerned a massive number of worlds. These worlds, the ‘My Little Pony’ were connected, though separated for good measure. Creator said these worlds have a massive creative input, one that has made branch offs of this world, from red, the female oriented side, to the blue, male oriented side. And with each circle, there was a world and the closer the circle was to the boundary of the red and blue lines, the closer they are the mainstream, the fixed world, as he would call them. Still we were tasked to check these worlds as initial checks suggested an inter-dimensional situation that can cause a whole dimension collapse for not just the branch off worlds, but also the fixed world.

With our assignments arranged, I and my brother were prepared, but then, I was not prepared for what my brother asked of Creator.

“Sir, may I speak of an idea I have, a desire if you will?” The first thing Daybreak said that time, or some other time ago, and sure enough, Creator showed his disinterest about it, but quickly, as the conversation about us taking a dead world, as our assignment and the suggestive glances my brother had with me, I knew then that he was after a prize, that even I would love to have.

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And here I am, standing a few ways, in the shadow hidden, as Daybreak, even without having most of his memories, was found out by the Canterlot guards, and being suppressed as it were, though failing. I sigh heavily to myself and sure enough I whisper my worry.

“Daybreak, be safe…” I hoped from there, trying not to intervene but at an instant, Daybreak looked towards my direction, and in that instant did his plan go into motion, he was caught, hard, having a spear stuck to his neck, I cringed at the sight, really, a spear to the neck can kill most beings, but still, I watch as the Royal Guards drag him away, towards the white castle that was Canterlot Castle.

I sigh, as I watch from afar, my mission, in line with my brother’s request was to establish safe and peaceful connection with the inhabitants, and the fact that my brother has made himself the character of this dead world. It will be hard to get him out since he has lost most of his memories, the innocent card in play as it were by Creator’s orders. And from then on, I watched, Daybreak being himself, even without knowing it, being the valiant one between us brothers, the kind and gentler one and… the well spoken of us both. While I, Nightfall am the silent one, the listener and the calm one between us. Really, when in a very heavy situation, my brother has a thing to be panic stricken. I just smile to myself as I watch him so, a misplaced golden armor of anthromorphic proportions within a world of near Xenophobic Ponies.

This will be a long winding story…

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110 years later…

Observing my brother for so long, getting reports from Creator about the continued changes of dimensional tears, cracks, breaks and such and the lone being causing all this is still at large. Some of our brothers have reported that there were misplaced beings, many evil or with ill intentions, while innocent beings sent into worlds, dead worlds, even the tragic, dark worlds. Thankfully, our efforts come in with saving lives, protecting them as best we can and leave the world, less disturbed than us being here cloaked.

Still, another project in the shadows is saving lives, or more importantly, those who are dying. In line with us, being inter-dimensional peace keepers, and being an army, we also try to be saviors. When one being is near death, we take not their soul but their original body, which their soul is linked to. Though many can argue that is not true, we know how to defy the laws of life and death, us being the greatest example.

We take them away, slowly, once they are gone, and leave a clone carcass, so it would seem they have truly died, yet in truth we slip them to our realm, to heal them, to de-age them, to let them live, even when their soul have slipped away. This small project of Creator, was so demanding yet only very few number of us know why he does this, this include me, my brother, as Legend Soldiers, some of our higher ranking officers and selected few soldiers who are always in the world.

Creator calls it ‘Project: Chance’. This is to keep beings, which have died long ago, to once again, live, in our realm, in a path near immortality, another chance if you will. Creator says it is a failsafe, one to counter the beings once they knew of us, once they have knowledge of us, and once they start the war. We shall use the revived beings as our own, prompting many of them to question… are they alive once again?

But I’m getting off topic here. I observe my brother up in the clouds, cloaked as best as I can, watching him go and about in his work then a familiar sight came to be, a sight and the events being played out being familiar to me. It was the first scene, after the opening song, of, I can’t believe I’m thinking this, ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic’…

Twilight Sparkle along with her assistant, Spike the Dragon, in the Pegasus drawn chariot to Ponyville. And knowing both the actions of my brother and Celestia for observing them for so long, Celestia will be doing what she does in this event and I’m thankful I can see my brother’s activities even without looking straight at him.

Within my vision, horizontal stripes of light and dark green and I focus on the tracker placed upon his armor, before he had his memories removed. Sure enough, my sights tell me he is moving towards Ponyville. From that point I jump off the cloud and with it, I freefall, feeling the whiplash sounds of air passing by me quickly. My form quickly turning, my torso pointed towards the ground, my legs free and pointed skywards.

As the many cloud lines pass by me and the fast approaching ground I can only find myself joyously smiling as I was in my element. A Skydiver Unit, a Quick Response Action Unit attacking from the sky with our large blades. We do so for the sake of delivering massive damage with the use of the plant’s gravitational pull and acceleration from our Density modifying suits. Within moments I landed with a silent landing, even though creating a sizable crater. As I land did I watch my brother do his activity, even when he was cloaked, I can see him and I follow him.

For some reason the whole scene playing out, in both his and my vision, the ponies he was following, especially Twilight, who I knew was the lavender unicorn pony, the student of Celestia, the filly who was foal sat by both Princess Cadence, my brother and being good friends with Shining Armor, who was oddly enough, still a Sergeant…

It was the premier episodes of ‘MLP:FiM’. I did my best to follow them through all their trials, without alerting them so, to see them go through that means to be the representation of the Elements of Harmony and my brother, cloaked and unaware of me. Still, the passing moment of seeing the first episode was… less breathtaking than I expected when they finally stood face to face with Nightmare Moon. I was at the door, well of the tower at the least, as I watched from afar and the events slowly but surely moving nearing the end, only with one grand twist.

Nightmare Moon was willing to attack at the moment when the Mane 6… I curse the fandom for that, were preparing their magic in a way of having their elements react to being a complete set. Then, as if I was worried this world had changed significant enough for the villain to attack on a girls show, my brother leaps out of his cover, letting his own self get hurt, struck by the mixture of magic and lightning from the dark alicorn’s horn. I panicked a bit, seeing my brother whither in pain and screaming out and with one powerful tug, he was flung to the other side of the room, toppling a pillar that collapses onto him, half burying him into the rubble.

I stayed put, the orders of Creator being the more prominent command to not reveal myself and stay as recon. With Daybreak being our best tracker here for any Time-Space situations, I still am the one to keep track of any records he cannot see. So far, the events have changed greatly with my brother intervening quite so. Still, it proved that there is still a match to the mainstream to this side-stream story. Sure enough the mane six cast their magic and Nightmare Moon shouts in utter terror as her defeat in the form of rainbows crashed towards her.

At that point I chose to move away, letting the scene play out. I made sure not to be seen as I wait on the events to happen. The ponies arrive and Princess Celestia reintroduces her sister while my brother was brought back with them, having Twilight to vouch for his help, which I was sure made Celestia smile at my unconscious brother at the time. Then the party, the long going party that was for both the Summer Sun after Party Celebration and Welcome back Princess Luna.

But I sigh, the story is moving similar but differently by small details. But all in all, it happened and it occurred. My work just got a bit complicated when Daybreak slowly but surely started to feel worried, if not very differently. As his brother, I knew well enough what he was supposedly thinking and feeling.

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It happened, it really happened, my brother broke down. I was not there when it happened but my brother has completely lost his own mind, so to speak. I returned to base to deposit and report on any additional information Creator needed for the threat. For all it’s worth, the story my brother came from was in a vastly different timeline from the rest of the worlds.

I look over the situation board, seeing the map of this mainstream world and the other universes that they follow. Sure enough some worlds, as Creator would put it, have ‘ended’ their target life expectancy and are in sudden pause, similar to a dead world, but in a more, wholesome feeling, not a gray in their color but their time paused. Others were ‘in Progress’ acting working through their plot, their show, their display and their own situations. But the biggest situation we had, was some of the worlds, were marked tampered with, with a crack design on each circle affected. Whatever this threat was it was going world after world in a slow pace, a disturbing one at that.

All our stationed brothers on these affected words have stated time anomalies, a change of role, a removal or addition of characters or ponies in this world or that. It was starting to sound so chaotic but we kept ourselves prepared still. Then came Creator, who was now observing my own observation screen, a table with a live feed of the current position of my brother and the story he has commandeered, focusing on him.

“How is it going now Nightfall?” Creator asked of me, a stern look at me. as he looks down at the scene, looking at my brother, dashing through Ponyville, invisible and headed straight for the Everfree Forest.

“My brother is having an anxiety attack… or even a worry attack if you can call it sir.” I responded as I look at my brother, as he ran past pony and soon was within the dreaded forest. I felt pangs of guilt and sadness at my brother, his lack of memory has not changed his character completely, but it has resulted to this, his worried look, his near angry look of agony, it was a bit too much, but I knew my brother and he was there to do his job.

“I see… And from the looks of it, he is surely trying to solve it in a way your kind did when I found you all.” Creator spoke in a matter of fact tone that made me flinch. He just looks down, his stoic and near expectant eye looks at the progress my brother is working on and soon, it expanded to becoming of a sad scene of him, trying to destroy something. At the scene, seeing my brother punch at the rock, shipping away at it, did it dawn to me, me and my brother’s kind never found a solution for something like our lives and this was not going to end well.

*****

The memories returned to me, my eyes clenched shut as I try to recall what we, I, my brother and our fellows have done in our imprisonment, the small encasement of our dark world. We were there, living and being real, but as we looked at one side of our plane, did we find that we are not real, we were, nothing, a something that was not given its place.

WE start first to ask why such a thing occurred. We have memories, as if we lived there, in the light realm, the world where life flows and the world continues to live on, to work their magic and to function their own way, solving, creating and even thinking.

Though, that cannot be said about us, we had all the knowledge to live, to work and to be we were meant to be, me and my brother being Alicorn Princes, both that govern the rising sun and the shining moon. But it never happened, we know we belonged there, there on the seat where Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna had lived, but somehow, it never happened, as if denied to live.

Anger was the first thing that came to be, we were worried, no not yet, we all turn to each other, each and every other being around us shout curse words, promise of death and vengeance but it was hollow as the scenes being played out in front of us were never going to hear us and the only other thing we can vent our anger was among ourselves… And the death cycle started, at an unknown date, at an unknown place, at an unknown we cannot comprehend as we killed each other, only to arise and find ourselves lost in this endless flood of death and lack of it.

*****

I open my eyes, expecting the scene to be more pleasant since my brother was much wiser than that but I was lying to myself, hoping something good may happen, when in fact, nothing good will happen. My brother took down what appears to be the hulking mass of Timberwolves that merged together. He was breathing, looking down at the mess of wood as he breathed heavily. I look on worried for his safety and really, my heart was aching as I cannot help him, without our Creator’s command.

“Sir, please, can we return his memory?” I pleaded a bit, my voice cracking as I try to suppress the emotion that was trying to escape me. I look at him, expecting him to think deeply but his solid and very stern look down at the viewing screen made me sigh in defeat.

“You know the conditions; if he hopes to ever live in this world he shall do it without memory of himself.” He spoke, again, in his strong and authority filled reason. I can only sigh as I look down, seeing the brother thrash and flail at the little things. I again can only find worry approaching into me.

“Sir, you know very well that he will not be saved unless we intervene. You of all beings know what we, I, my brother and our kind do when this kind of situation happened.” I again spoke, the pain at my chest building as I reason with Creator but again, he did not move his body, his gaze at the sight before him. I was nearly in defeat as quickly as the screen move with the time flow of the world, we move to the next scene, my brother taking down a Hydra in a nearby bog.

The scene was brutal, he allowed himself to be eaten only to cause massive damage inside. It was a quick kill, one that did not demand too much effort as this hydra was sure to have destroyed him if he did not let himself stay hidden from them. The moment he was swallowed whole did we know he will start to kill the hydra from the inside. We cannot see it but it was evident the Hydra was being killed from the inside, the thrashing it started to have, the many heads looking at one another, slowly but surely the beast was sent down on it’s down home, slowly weakening and paling.

Then, as if by force, my brother emerged out of his gut with a fist and slowly parting the now dying flesh off him, covered head to toe in the beasts own blood. But that did not help by the now angered look my brother sported.

I gaze at Creator hoping he will change his mind about the mission and his proposal, but there was a lack of my Creator in showing interest with the scene before him. As I only hang my head down in defeat. Creator knew this was going to happen, and I was sure that he wanted my brother to know that he brought this kind of pain upon himself.

Sure enough Daybreak slowly and surely made mincemeat out of the threats the Everfree Forest can throw at him, all resulting in deaths, if not defensive kills. The events slowly went and finally, Creator shown genuine concern when Daybreak finally stopped and found himself a ghostly filly to talk to. Then, it was my turn to look at Creator wondering who that ghost was.

“Nightfall… Intervention is needed.” He spoke sternly and very seriously as if this was a situation that needed fixing. I was taken aback for a moment at his comment but as he looks at me, I was sure he was serious. “I shall allow you and your brother complete intervention in this world. But the cost of returning your brother’s memory is having your prior knowledge of this world’s supposed future in line with the mainstream.” He said as Creator soon produced a date card.

I was stunned on the spot as Creator just basically changed his mind for my brother’s sake just from seeing the ghost filly. “But sir-” But I was quickly interrupted by his immediate and authority talk back.

“Legend Soldier Nightfall, you are to enter this world and join up with your brother. I shall allow you to mingle in on your ‘love interest’ by returning your brother’s memory while locking both his and your memories of any future events that may occur in this world.” He spoke out loud as he pass the data card, the one to cause that said memory block for us.

“But sir, why are you doing this? A moment ago, you would not agree?” I spoke my concern finding myself handling the data card and inserting it to my palm, the activation requirement was me returning my brother’s memories.

“That filly he is speaking to should not be there!” Creator spoke out, as he pointed at the ghost filly. “This dead world was supposed to be as near to the Mainstream as intended by the author. A fan-made character present there means this world has not just been revived, but tampered with and I fear it is our culprit.” He said as he looks me very seriously.

“Are you suggesting something sir?” I spoke out, the chill at my spine looking down at me. Then as if by force, Creator slammed his fist down in frustration.

“This world has been changed without our knowledge! Get moving soldier!” Creator said in annoyance and in authority. I on the other hand was shaking, really, Creator had these impulses every once in a while he will command us without real prior information unless he had some reasonable explanation after giving the order and it would seem he did. “I believe this world is changing because of the author.”

And as he quickly spoke that, He looks at me, sternly and I knew this was bad. With my brother there, it was bound to happen. I nod thinking that having this situation change greatly was all we needed for Creator to agree. Sure enough I saluted Creator and went on my way to get to my brother.

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The events that transpired later were some of the weirdest that I have seen. Upon arrival to this dead world, seeing it in color and in renewed vigor, I dive bomb my way down. As I approach the landing zone, my scanners quickly reacted that a time stop was about to occur from an ambiguous source. Quickly as I can, though cloaked, I myself activated my time alignment systems and quickly joined in one the time stop. True to the nature of stopping time, the world started to grey out and when my sight tells me the source of the temporal issue, I knew I had to get down there now.

Most Mechanawars are from where we came from, the Dark World, the place we never existed. Though we got out through the deals of Creator, we are still hunted down by that world, as if it had its own law. But since it’s power is not in the Light World, Real Worlds, only parts of the world enter and when it does, we go into a time stop state to rectify the problem, and prevent it from taking it. A defense mechanism, we time stop ourselves along with any fellows to destroy those black smoke of that world, we call them Remnants, for the sake that we are not from there.

Still my sensors alerted me at once that a Remnant is within distance and striking distance of my brother. Quickly as I can I dive on through, my blade at the ready as I approach my brother and his situation. Thankfully, not much damage came to my brother, except for his neutrality of seeing me. I felt a pang of pain after rectifying the Remnant. Still, I just sigh and present my hand to him where it happened.

Creator’s date code activated, and sure enough Daybreak shook a bit shaking his head some and look at me. But the same can’t be said of me, somehow, when the system executed the data code, parts of my memories vanish, in an instant, I was aware they were locked but it felt so… familiar, the sense that you should know yet you don’t. Still it was nice to have my brother back, but the feeling of the unknown… was unnerving.

At that point I reminded my brother about the REAL mission. Of course it was at that point that Daybreak smiled wide at me, really, we can tell, even with the face plate on. It was a kind of reunion and it would only cause us all to enjoy the sight, at the least. It was then that I stayed with my brother, in complete invisibility. Following every movement he had and all the activity he has gone, but most of the time, I stayed in the Library, reading and catching up to the history of this place, when in fact, I already knew all those before, but not the after events of my current spot, a kind of mystery that keeps me on edge, but I sigh to myself in defeat. This is the deal I have made and I’m living it.

But I can only smile as I was close to my brother now and my own request to be near that one Alicorn princess of the night. On some nights, I would just go up into the roof of the Princesses’ tower and star gaze admiring the view. Really, it was spectacular, a very calming world around me as I continue this for a week or so.

But my new routine quickly collapse as my brother was ordered to escort and provide support to Princess Luna in the upcoming Holiday that mirrors Halloween in many other worlds, Nightmare Night. Before my brother departed with Luna, he instructed me to stay in the skies, both of us being more effecting when we arrive in battle through diving from the sky. I quickly agreed with him, finding wisdom in the plan and the mission we uphold was still in play.

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The events of Nightmare Night were… interesting at best, really the immediate reactions of the townsfolk were justified to a degree but the miscommunication rendered the celebration near dead by rule of Princess Luna. Thankfully, it was diffused by none other than Twilight Sparkle, the supposed main character of the mainstream. But I recall this world to be different and my brother taking the stage as the main character now. I rest on a lone cloud, finding joy and peace being on top of it, a sigh escaping me as I rest about. Nothing was happening, really, nothing could possibly go wrong… and then I smacked my own head with my palm.

“Why did I say that line?” I shout out as my sights were filled with red, glaring an alert at me.

WARNING WARNING
TIME-SPACE ANOMALY DETECTED!

I can only stare at the large bold red words flashing before my sights as I somehow knew this could happen with me thinking it so. I look down, my scanner quickly picking up the location of my brother, his group and the tear, only for me to quickly stare at the now growing yellow light that moved under the tree line, though quickly looking like it went ablaze in an instant. My sights were once again filled with the bold red words.

WARNING
HOSTILE ENTITY DETECTED

At the point I can hear my brother shout out to me, and then it dawned to me, the entity was within sight range of my brother and I quickly produce my blades out of my arms and combine both blades to become one large sword that is as wide as me and as long as my height, only with a triangular shape. I quickly dive, Blade first to cause less air resistance. At this moment, the wind whiplashing past me, the endless buzz of air, I pass the information to my brother of the location of the tear and quickly I find that said entity had shown hostility, by a fire that was headed for him and his group.

Then, as if from an instant of sky diving, I landed with a loud clang and thud, my blade embedded on the ground as I land and on my feet. I can only smile in confidence; really, it was a close call, “Just in the Nick of TIME!” I shouted joyously and bearing a sigh of relief. I look at the entity, only to find characteristics similar if not very disturbingly familiar to this pony that stood before me.

White coat, golden flowing mane, though more of a flame and she was slender with both wing and horn, an alicorn. But I did not heed the fear the start to creep up on me. I shook my head once and quickly I raise my sword, “Fight! On!!!” I cry out as I dash towards the pony.

At first there was a pause in her step, unsure what I was written clearly in her eyes but that did not stop her from evading my first swing. One horizontal strike and she backed away, raising her front hooves. As I missed, I quickly counter the force of my first swing and sent it upwards, in a diagonal slash, trying to at least knock her down as the broad end of my blade was wide enough to be used as a blunt end. But again, the pony evaded, this time, flapping her wings and moving a whole step back. I look at her intently, sure she might do something and I was right, as she move back, her gaze, hard and deadly frown at me as her mane quickly flicker and sure enough it was swinging its way towards me.

“Ah! Flame-Mane!” I shouted some as I spun, the broad side of my blade used as a fan as I try to block it and dispel the attack. In the background, I can hear Daybreak shouting, arguing. I can only find myself in a bit of chuckle as I face my opponent once more. This pony looks at me intently than with a voice that spat venom at me, she spoke out her anger and her noticeable annoyance.

“You will not keep me from my goal!” She quickly flicks her mane, the flame flickering a bit and then three more fire waves went my way. I quickly held my sword with both hands, gripping it tightly as I swung at the flames, in their perpendicular angle, or near that to protect myself from the blast. As I did that, I can feel the heat pass me by but the magic casted did not stop as it passed by me and the trees behind me were starting to go ablaze, in flames even.

I did not want to look back, as keeping my enemy in my sights were my concern. I took a solid stance once more, keeping myself ready in case she wanted to cast me once more. I smirk under my armor seeing the pony stand still, observing me, her eyes staring intently at me.

“Anything better than that?” I boast at her as my confidence grew within me but the smirk she slowly sported shook me for a moment, thinking why she would do so, I saw her glance to the group, this time she grew angry, her mane growing in size.

“No! My prey will not escape!” She shouts out as the pony I was staring at quickly vanishes in flames, catching me off guard. To add to my surprise, I was engulfed in flames, surrounding me in it but that was not the only thing that made me think further, I grunt in pain, feeling the pain through my armor. I was spun by a force that pinned my arms to my torso and I was spun to face said pony. “Also, I do have a better skill than that.” She spoke to me, looking down at me with the gaze of sadistic taste and then, as her horn glow did she cast her magic, directed at me. Before I could shout out in the sudden attack I was hit, squarely in the direction I was hit.

My world became a blur of swirls and lines as the magic crashed at me, the force impacting me, launching me out of the fire that surrounded the two of us but quickly, I can only grunt in pain as I feel solid objects adding blunt damage behind me. I can hear a crack of the trees hitting behind me, especially the back of my neck, the most that I kept feeling as I was launched. Each hitting sending pain surging through me and with each hit I was looking sight and strength. As if the unknown magical force was sapping me of my strength and when I can feel the ground, my legs were the first, and my limbs were shaking.

As I skid on the ground, I slowed down to a degree but still dangerous speed only for me to crash my head at a boulder, my senses sapped away, my sight darkening, as if I cannot see where I was going. I felt the pain surge through me and my hearing became a tunnel, everything was too far to hear as my strength was fading fast. I try to keep it together but as my eyes became heavier, I could only hear my brother’s voice, faint but worried…

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I’m not really a dreamer, just not interested in having a dream right now but rest was nice and it was soothing to be rested. As if to feel myself well, my systems return to me, snapping out of my stupor. I quickly awake, finding my expected vision that of stone than the dirt and trees of the Everfree Forest. But I only had one complain.

“That was one long nap…” I comment with a grumpy but young tone. I look up to find myself not along in some place seeing a golden encased alicorn in our skin suits… Then it snapped to me. My body shook, a surge of worry quickly taking over me as I look left right, and back to the Alicorn, knowing full well who this is. “Brother why are you out of your armor… AND THAT MARE!” I took another glance around us and seeing the metal bars. “Are we in a dungeon?”

“Yes brother, but regardless of our current predicament, we have to report to Creator.” My brother spoke, as calmly as he can, but it had a trail of worry. I paused for a moment, really, it was sudden, suspicious even but I had to agree, my alert archive clearly has me stumped as this world was affected.

“Fine, so how do we do this?” I asked him and sure enough he was contemplating. Considering that he had more experience being her in their world, he can think of the most discreet way we can communicate Creator.

“Do Dream Slip now.” He told me a bit worriedly and in rush but I nod. I quickly sat beside my brother, closing my eyes, focusing on to relaxation, my mind drifting off quickly but before I completely leave I hear slight clops of hooves against stone floor echoing about but it faded quickly as I enter the dreamscape.

As quickly as I could, I exit my user space, the individual space reserved for all the dreamers. I enter the public space, the section where any dream walker or dream watcher can be found. Quickly, my brother appears to me, still in his skin suit while looking like the alicorn he really is. We focus on one point of the dreamscape, a section that was made by Creator to achieve this feat and sending our subconscious to be linked into our home base.

In an instant we enter into a long hallway, filled with gold, lights shining and streaking from the walls while rows and rows of columns appear in this endless hallway. I glance into my brother as he looks at me, and seeing me still in my armor.

“Let’s report in before we both get in trouble.” Daybreak said in a bit of annoyance, really his rush and his speech was aggravated, but I nod and we soon were walking through the endless path before us. It felt refreshing to return with my brother again, it was annoying that he had time to build a kind of relationship with Celestia while I, being the more meek and silent among us, did not take the chance to do so, but I did contemplate that if we were both in there, without memory, we would have caused a scene, if not destructive one. But before we can continue further, the alarms came about going off and screaming in the loud siren.

“ALERT! ALERT! ”
“REAL BEINGS DETECTED!!!”

We were worried, I can tell from the obvious expression Daybreak has right now. My brother being out of his armor was nice and all but it was annoying still. We look behind us and there we stared at a very obvious eyesore of color. A dark blue alicorn stood behind us amidst the gold, was very obvious.

"Princess LUNA!!!" Daybreak shouted some his new deeper, non-mechanical but very young and calm voice spoke out as we look at the uneasy glances of the said alicorn. I just cringed, I know my brother's tempers and I'm just grateful he did not sound angry. But looking further, I saw also Princess Celestia behind the alicorn.
"What are you both doing here? And following into our dreams?" My brother continues as I kept quiet, I haven't been introduced yet to the princess of the night or her sister considering what happened last night, and what daybreak looks like out of his armor.

"I was... curious as to why you were both in the same dream..." Luna spoke out but before she can continue our fellow brothers appeared out of thin air and pointed their guns at the princess.

"HALT!!!" they all said, many of our brothers in arms, who had all similar armor builds while pointing their guns at the princesses. As quickly as it happens, my brother tries to diffuse the growing tension of our fellows from gunning down the two Princesses who seem less worried due to lack of familiarity with the weapons our fellows wield. Though my brother did show such bravery in trying to ease the tension our Creator was the one who diffused the situation in an instant. A loud sigh of relief came out of not just my own brother but I as well as Creator commanded us to him.

We proceeded as planned, towards our Creator for the news and small update we have on our current world shattering inter-dimensional culprit, with an added baggage in the form of two Princesses who are oblivious of the dangerous and threatening position they put themselves in.

The truth of the matter is, this is a kind of dream, where we connect our subconscious with our base thus creating a type of communication to our base of operation to our Creator immediately and without delay, but the other side of this communication, where our Creator is, being in the physical plane see us as ghosts or types of mental construct that walk on through our real base of operations. In their side our brothers are on the go, moving and organizing away from the sight range of the Dream Slip Communication skill. The other reason why is that this communication connects the mental stability with our base, thus, if any of our brethren would have shot the princesses, it would not leave a physical scar, but a mental scar that can harm all her knowledge and slowly eat away at her.

But I sigh in relief myself as I walk on, looking at my brother, who was in his pony form in an annoyed state and in his skin suit. Behind us were the Princesses, looking around, the empty pathway, when in fact it is the only thing we can see in our side. Still, arriving within our Creator’s range, we soon were face to face with him.

And within a moment of introductions, Creator’s back story, Creator’s very personal back story and the request for the princess to allow both me and my brother daybreak to continue in our mission to keep their world from breaking and tearing apart by some inter-dimensional prankster. Unfortunately, our Creator had added something as incentive, again…

“As a sign of good faith, I shall have both Nightfall and Daybreak, be out of armor and skin protection.” Our Creator spoke out and quickly which made me glance at my brother, seeing the surprise in his eyes. But an order was an order. As quickly as I turn around, I focus my body. Willing myself to part my armor some, to let it slip away from me, as well as my own skin protection, willing it to melt, slip back into my helm. As I did so, I felt relieve and cool from doing so. My body quickly changed, I felt all my limbs on the ground before me, my neck back somewhat, though naturally straight and finally, I felt my magical strength return to me, gathering strongly at my forehead where a very prominent ebony horn stood.

I smile to myself, it has been such a long time that I was out, though not compared to my brother’s duration. I have trained both my Mechanawar body and my own Pony body. I look forward, seeing Princess Luna wide eyed but not in an impressed stare, such is Princess Celestia, who has her wings in such a span at the moment. I can only smile wide, looking at Princess Luna with my eyes, my real eyes, as I look at her beauty, her elegant and very young form, a fine example of Alicorn youth and beauty. I could not help but keep smiling her way, earning me a cautious stare but a curious stare at me. I smile further as I turn a bit, showing my flank to her and her stare only widens further as she glances to my flank and back at me.

“How is that thy mark?!” She spoke out, as loud as she can in a bellow, just after my brother greeting Celestia in a suave and alluring tone, though breaking their moment.

“Can I say that I do love moon gazing?” I said with a calm but playful tone at her.

Preview:
-6- New Found Situations

Day

“Princess!” I shout out as I try to keep up with her extraordinary speed. Really, I’m surprise she can gallop so fast, but concerning the situation, I can see why she would be fast.

“No time Knight Daybreak! I need to do something for my student!” She shouts her response as she moves out of the castle, seeing the kingdom not in destruction but in a world of chaos and crazy. The world before us was changed, the sun and moon shone at the same time up in the pink flashing sky. The birds were grounded, digging holes, the Royal guards running about, away from their oversized spears that had now been rolling largely, some still normal, but the other unfortunate ones were now floating in the sky or worse, speaking gibberish.

All this chaos staring right at our faces as houses in Canterlot seem to either float slowly now or grow legs and walk through the streets. Discord was out and it was chaotic enough. “This is way too much, even for me…” I said seeing all this, and this was where Discord was, not where he IS.

“Really? I find his work, sloppy and mediocre at best…” A third voice spoke out the voice of Discord. We froze in place, looking at one another, the owner of the voice being neither of us. Fear and some pit of worry overcame me as we look to where it came. The voice continues, this time, more feminine and confident but with a hint of boredom.

“But who am I to argue, it’s good to see less stallions around here.” Said this new voice that came from not a glass stained window, as we expected Discord to do once more, as a repeat to break our morale, but a mounted mirror where another Draconequus stood looking over at the mirror admiring herself, and how I knew it was a she was the very more slender, prominent look of her pony head, being similar to a females and having hair than a beard and goatee.

“Ah, but then, I smell something that has my kind of Chaos…” She said with a smile as he looks over to us, but her eyes, her sharp and near threatening eyes was poised at me… my body frozen in place at her gaze.

Night

“So thou are not dead but also not alive?” Princess Luna asked me further, trying to discern what I am. She looks over me as I stood firmly in all four hooves as she circles around me, examining all she can see of me. We were in the lower chambers, the archives if you want but really, this was the dark section, the more archaic tomes and spells, with spell circles and even a cauldron and ingredient shelf.

“Yes Princess Luna, I was never really ‘born’, just ‘there’ because the Universal Law of Life and Existence had no use for me, my brother and all the others.” I responded to her with respect, I mean, she is looking me over. I can only grin as I caught her looking at my flank the longest and of course seeing me looking at her made her flinch some and avert her gaze some.

“But how did thou know of us, of our sister and our place in this world?” She continues as she levitates a tome from one of the shelves, not catching the title or its content. But I can only sigh again, the questions she had were now circling about, not really repeating but returning to the context of me being dead and alive, and also being alive and dead.

“Princess, in where I came from, it was filled with nothing but black and nothing. It was a depressing place, so in my younger time, the only light we, I, my brother, and our fellow castaways, was the ‘window’ the wall that shows us your world, or all the worlds born from just a spark of life and thought.” I said in a near dreamy and proclamation way, as I reminiscent, remembering the warm glow and the peaceful sight of how life was, the living, the dying, the working, the slacking… Oh it was life… and I lacked that for some time.

“Thou mean a powerful relic has shown thee of worlds that span beyond this?!” She quickly generalized in the surprise evident in her tone as I can only sigh as she quickly looks over another tome and looking it over.

“No Princess, it was not a relic.” I can only sigh again the questions came up again. I can truly say, this pony is one very curious pony… But I would not have her any other way. “But I do recall some very interesting sights of you and a certain cute plush you kept very close…” I spoke with a hint that I very well knew…

“…” Oh her silence was nice to hear…

Author's Note

I AM STILL ALIVE!!!
Curse you Universe and life! I apologize to any reader/user/brony who are reading my stories but some 'Have to Do's' were thrown at me.

Still, I will try not to have a month gap next time... I hope... I REALLY hope.

Anyway, on to Chapter 6 and then some!!!
Though, I might as well reveal, this story will only be 9 chapters long... with a plans for a sequel if this story gets positive results. And by results I just mean a decent number of reads, more upvotes than downvotes and positive things in the comments I suppose. Anyway, chapter 6 is where the situation finally finds some answers.