"Arold!....Arold! ....Arold you shouldn't go against the Dark Leader!" "Mhm...." A quick open of the eyes seemed to be the first action taken by the Nightmare Spirit. The Nightmare Spirit of Artemis himself. A spirit with power and control. A being of pure danger. One that would normally be doing his current night job. The job of dream jumping and eliminating terrible dreams from sleepers without any of them being the wiser. However....that's not what he was doing. That's not where he was goi...

These past weeks have began to blend together. Throughout my current rule over half the Kingdom, it seems trouble finds ways to arrive at my Castle doors. Brother isn't giving up is he? Course he isn't. He was always stubborn. Stubborn in his ideals. Stubborn in his agreements to Father. Traitor. Backstabber. All titles he claims me to be. But, I'm not the one that was pushing his only sibling aside. I wasn't the one that was going on about building a Kingdom in 'my' image. It wasn't only about ...

Yep, this is something I haven't done in quite awhile. Me, talking about my writing habits as well as decision towards my Artemis character. This isn't a Lore Expansion or anything Just me writing (technically typing) about my character process. Figured it'd be fun. I'm in a writing mood, and I need to satisfy it. If you were looking for lore or something similar? Sorry, not here. You can go back to scrolling or whatever it is you do. Here's a fun beginning fact or piece of info. Artemis is s...

Deep in thought. It's what the Prince was constantly doing as of late. Many nights he would be in thought. Thoughts of the present and future. Thoughts of the kingdom he's hoping to re-shape for the better. Ideas on how to improve where both him and his brother had both failed. Plans to ensure his future reign as King go on without trouble. But such a thing would be asking too much. Such a request would be hoping for too much. Nothing was going to be so simple. Even when he's recognized as King?...

"Gahh...dammit...dammit...dammit....I hate this stupid thing!" I was in a place of irritation. Currently myself, Prince Artemis, was overseeing the progress in the Artifacts I have taken into my care. Artifacts of ancient and powerful magics. Six Artifacts that were named to be in existence, but with a slight chance of a Seventh also existing. Such artifacts were lost to the world as time had moved on, hidden away to be forgotten about. At least that was the intention. Those weren't my intention...

In an unmarked location within the Region of Equestria laid an old temple. A temple that wasn't seen or discovered on any map of the new age. One that was hidden with ancient magics and powerful curses. This temple was one of the old ages. It's architecture of carvings and stone showing it's lush history. It's rich history decaying as each century passed. A temple that housed something of value within it. Something of worth. Something that was worth more then any amount of bit, any amount of kno...

I just seemed to lay there. Laying there with nothing going on except for the continued breathing that my body was doing. Along side the breathing of my sleeping beauty that was accompanying me in my sleep. My eyes were closed, but my mind wasn't. These past weeks have pushed me towards an area of exhaustion that I wasn't sure was possible. What's funny about that tho, was that this was still only the beginning. As Prince of the Night, Future Husband, and Father? I never would have guessed that ...

Emptiness. Complete emptiness. A clear area of pure nothing. Nothing but clear white. Not a sound. Not a smell. Not a sight. Nothingness surrounded me. Why was I here? Wasn't I just visiting dreams a moment ago? Wasn't I just solving a pony's nightmares a few seconds ago? How did I end up here? What even was here? Everything was starting to move. Shapes and figures were appearing and being made. Grass along my hooves were appearing. Soft and comforting. A breeze was going through my mane. My sur...

Prince Artemis just couldn't take his eyes away. No matter how hard he really tried. He just couldn't understand it. How could such a beautiful creature be made with his help? A beautiful mare that is sure to grow up and take on the world. A mare that may be fierce and clever, but at the moment was sound asleep. Lilith Moon, a precious mare that is to be growing up too fast for him already. Watching her sleep seemed to bring peace to him, but also. It seemed to bring back a special memory. ==...

"I just....I need wisdom in my actions. I need...guidance. I know that we have a plan. He got the solution to defeat this Tyrant. To end his games. B-But....what if it isn't enough? What if we can't kill it. I don't fear my own death. But I fear dying before I can guarantee a safe future for the ones I care about..." He was frustrated. The weight on his shoulders, that is usually shared with his Brother, was more present then ever. He was sick and slowly dying. Each passing day his sickness was ...

"Hahaha...haha...hahaha....This has to be weird. Writing down the action of me laughing. But....How couldn't I! Finally! He took some damage! It was true! It was all true! The Bow! It was there! We got it! And we took it from Torment!...Oh my heavens...I can barely process all this. I gotta take some breathes and catch this journal up with what happened." "The Zebras have done a fine job on fixing my wings. They are wrapped and set into a sling. Both of them. Meaning, I won't be able to fly ...

"Dammit, Dammit, Dammit! Why this?! Why did it have to end this way! Why have we gotten to this point! What mistakes have we made to have these things plays out as they have?! Me, the Second in Command, having to write in the Prince's Journal as he's being treated for major injuries! I'm forced to do nothing, but sit here and wait! Me! Miss Velvet Sweets, couldn't keep her Prince safe! How.....how did I fail...." ===================== *3 hours ago...* ...