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 Prologue

The night, for it was always night here, was swaddled in mist, so much so in fact that it almost hide the figures walking past. A silvery beam of moonlight fought through the crack in the darkened sky and dispersed through the mist illuminating the figure of a horse with a tall regal body. The black color of his coat shone with electric power underneath the moonlight, his footsteps unusually quiet underneath the massive hooves. After having gone a certain distance into the forest the regal horse stopped and turned to the three horses that had followed behind him.

“Bring forth the condemned.” He commanded

The two ponies on either side of the one in the middle moved forward so that the middle pony was in front of the dark charger.

Mumbling franticly the pony said, “Please, my Lord Dezine, give me another chance. I won’t fail you again!”

“SHUT UP!” Lord Dezine Bellowed

Immediately the pony shut up and stood trembling in-between the two guards. “For your betrayal to my kingdom, you are to be sentenced to death tonight in the eyes of our glorious Moon Goddess.”

“No, my Lord…!” the pony shouted, but was quickly silenced for good.

Watching as one of the guards carried the body of the sentenced pony away, the King looked about the darkened forest breathing in the dark miasma that seeped from the very ground itself. Suddenly he heard a rustle in the leaves to his right, looking over he spotted a tiny filly pushing her way through the underbrush. When she had finally pulled herself out completely she suddenly noticed the bigger pony standing in front of her. The dark king looked down at the tiny filly, she was a lustrous silver color like a full moon that faded to black near her hooves and on her mouth, her mane and tail were a shiny black color with a silver lock in her mane that curled around the nub of a horn.

“’Scuse me sir, but I’m lost and I can’t find my parents. Can you help me?” the tiny filly said up to the dark form looming in front of her.

Looking down at her, the dark Lord saw something within her tiny frame, something that had potential. “I’m sorry my dear, but your parents are gone, and they aren’t coming back. They’re dead you see.”

“Oh…so they’re not coming back for me?” she asked uncertainly.

“No, but don’t worry, because I’m going to take care of you from now on.” The King said.

Turning away from the filly he whispered to the remaining guard, “Find where her parents are and dispose of them.” Looking back at the filly that had lain down at his hooves exhausted from the day of being lost. “This filly belongs to me now…”