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A Thousand Years.
No pony lives that long, not without changing.
Why did I think I was any different?
Her defeat heralded the end. The end of a beautiful night enrapturing Equestria for eternity. Nightmare Moon was sealed away in the shimmering planetary body, and I was forced to take solace in the deep ranges of the Mountains. Bleeding and broken. Death awaited my desire to give up. Every inkling of darkness, I craved to bury myself in. To feel even a shred of familiarity with the night she once brought. But nothing came close. Death did, however. Solace came in the form of a Unicorn. So far from home did they wander, stumbling across my body. Words were drowned out, but their heartbeat wasn't. So full of magic. So full of life. Help offered, only for it to be cut short by myopic aggression. Fangs bared, found flesh. Screams echoed, muted. Ichor flowed, and magic followed. Magic. It wasn't blood that fueled me, but the magic inside them. I could not stop. But I had to. The dead could not worship my Lady's night. My fangs left, stained a hideous crimson. The Unicorn fled, a bloodied mess. I felt empowered. Healed. Something stirred in my chest, but it was fleeting. I told myself I needed more. But a faint voice whispered back: "Do not harm those who would help you. You do not have to be alone." I did not listen. And the hunt began.
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Her defeat heralded the end. The end of a beautiful night enrapturing Equestria for eternity. Nightmare Moon was sealed away in the shimmering planetary body, and I was forced to take solace in the deep ranges of the Mountains. Bleeding and broken. Death awaited my desire to give up. Every inkling of darkness, I craved to bury myself in. To feel even a shred of familiarity with the night she once brought. But nothing came close. Death did, however. Solace came in the form of a Unicorn. So far from home did they wander, stumbling across my body. Words were drowned out, but their heartbeat wasn't. So full of magic. So full of life. Help offered, only for it to be cut short by myopic aggression. Fangs bared, found flesh. Screams echoed, muted. Ichor flowed, and magic followed. Magic. It wasn't blood that fueled me, but the magic inside them. I could not stop. But I had to. The dead could not worship my Lady's night. My fangs left, stained a hideous crimson. The Unicorn fled, a bloodied mess. I felt empowered. Healed. Something stirred in my chest, but it was fleeting. I told myself I needed more. But a faint voice whispered back: "Do not harm those who would help you. You do not have to be alone." I did not listen. And the hunt began.
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