It is high time I explain a lot of this. Things that are important to understand what Star Spawn are, and everything surrounding them. It is confusing, but read carefully and you'll understand. I will update this slowly over time to include more information, and to explain things. A Star Spawn can only be understood by knowing what they are at heart. Above all else, they are spirits of dead ponies and creatures. Upon moving on, they made the choice to evade reaping and became locked into the sky. Most stars are just that, stars, but some are more. They are spirits awaiting their chance to either return, or to guide. They don't realize, though, that they lose their memories upon becoming a Star Spawn. Star Spawn can be split into two categories. Warped and Nova. Warped: Dark, twisted souls that have lost their way. Having no memory of their reasoning, they feel trapped. Their soul fades with time, until they decide to escape back to Equestria by destroying what is left of them  Nova: A Light in the Dark. The ones that see through the veil and try to stop Warped. They don't normally view themselves as Star Spawn, for they don't like the negative implications. Unlike Warped, they don't lose themselves, and thus know giving up a part of themselves to return could have catastrophic effects. No Nova has ever reached Equestria without going Warped. Until now, with Aurora. A general term of a Nova's influence over the world. They can't be there, but they can send the tools that can stop a Warped. These are Star Touched weapons. They cut to the soul, or what's left, and release them from the grasp of darkness. Star Touched weapons can NOT harm normal ponies. They are bound to their wielder unless passed on to a subject. Obtaining a Star Touched weapon thus makes the wielder also Star Touched. To most Zebras, this is blasphemy. But for a few, it's a calling and an honor, as long as they are "Knighted" as a Hunter/Huntress. Simply to hunt down and destroy a Warped being. To protect innocent lives from being taken at the mercy of dark Star Spawn. One may only become a Hunter or Huntress in one of three ways: In one universe, rarely more than one. For Rosa, that means Her place was taken by Seafoam. But for beings in The Castle, there are now Three: Aurora, Honeymoon Crescent, and Ghostbit. No. They have free will to give up the general title. It can also be stripped by the Nova for wrongdoings. Being Stripped of your title makes you an Outcast, not an Honorary. Yes! There are a few. For example, Outcasts have many depending on the reason for them being Outcast. Honorary - Sunrisen Huntress | Lunar Guardian | Knight (Rosa's name sake coincidentally matches, but she would be seen as a Pink Knight of this was her title. Her title is: Lunar Guardian) Outcast - Sunfallen Traitor | Lunar Dismissive | Crest Fallen Maybe, in due time. There is a lot to explain, and there are many rules to follow. Rosa's past posts will contradict details written here. Yes and no. It's rare for another being to be chosen, as the lineage is secretive. There are nicknames specific to pony species that can be added with their current status. Bat Ponies - Lunarian, as they are often night themed Unicorns - Witch, but are not evil. They are bookish. Earth Ponies - Rumbler Pegasus - Strikers Ghostling - ??? Everything is Written. But words can change. Your character does not have to be a fighter. They could be a student, a racer, a doctor, etc. Most walks of life are welcome.

(Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are exaggerated actions and views of what my Character views them as, as well as what they think the actions of them would be. This is in no way myself speaking or claiming to know how your character acts or would act. If your characters are mentioned, note that I don't claim to these actions to be Canon nor possible. This is all simple deception and theory to drive a story narrative for my Character) The night is upon me. The sounds of darkness are back to enter my mind as I drift to sleep. He's back. He always comes back. He haunts me. He taunts me. He seeks control. Control over me. Control over my Kingdom. Control over my Magic. He appears before me, in vast darkness. Nothing is around us. Nothing but the unknown. Dark Fog and still water below our hooves. His presence is upsetting. An Alicorn of Darkness, with a Devil's horn and serpent eyes. He speaks to me. He always speaks to me. But I can't speak back. I won't speak back. For speaking to him will only make his presence real. And making him real is something I won't allow. For he is already real. Real and waiting.  "" I don't speak in response to his words. His words are a poison. His words are nothing but greed and hunger for more. He speaks for no care towards any but himself. I know this. I have known this. But yet? He still speaks.  My view changes in front of me. I see the darkness mold into objects. Structures. Figures. I can feel grass beneath my hooves. I am now in Canterlot park. A reconstruction of it. In front of me, I see the large trees at the center of the park. Three ponies are underneath them. I know them. My Queen, and my two daughters. Lesa, Kirra, and Lilith. They are having a picnic. They are smiling. Laughing. Enjoying life as it is meant to be enjoyed. Peaceful with quiet. They look towards me, soon smiling more as they see me.  "" My view changes once more as I continue to not respond. Responding is something that must not be done. It can't be done. I'm in control.  The scenery is new. There is yelling. Their is screaming. I'm seeing familiar figures. I'm in a place I'm not sure of. There is fire around me. There is blood beneath me. In front of me was a frightening sight. Stickman was before me. The self-proclaimed hero was before me. Beside him, oh no, beside him was a terrible sight. His sister was lifeless. His comrades followed the same pattern of no motion. They all laid motionless, not a breath in them.  His wife is at a distance, crying. She appears drained. She was in a fight. A fight she lost. My Lunars were blocking her from myself. My powerful Lunars fueled with Arcane. Stickman's wife was holding their child. The Child is crying. Stickman was starring at me. He had a face I've never seen the likes of on him. Rage. Pure Rage. Hatred. Unkindled hatred. He was overtaken by a bloodlust. He wants me dead. He needs me dead. I did this. I've ended his friends. And for that? He seeks to avenge them. He seeks to tear me apart. Behind him is water. A lake of water. It is bottomless. Somehow I knew this. How did I know? I'm planning to drown him. For eternity.  ""  The imagination of Stickman lunges towards me in a fit of rage. I cannot fight back. I refuse to! I shield myself only for him to disappear. The scenery is changing again.  I now stand before a mighty Wolf. A Wolf larger in size and as powerful as a deity. He is a King of his own right. I'm in his throne room. All around us. Blood and war. Lunars dead. His soldiers dead. Just myself and him. Knight Wolf. He has a smile upon his face. He has enjoyed the fight. He doesn't seek to kill me for revenge. He seeks to do so as an honor. He's happy. Was I a worthy opponent? No...No! This is all wrong! A blade in the grasps of my magic. The Sword of Light and Darkness. The Artifact I've stowed away for drastic measures. Who started this? Was it him? No.....No....somehow I knew I started this war. My mind is racing. I want to kill him. I have to kill him. I will skin him.  ""  The scenery is changing again. Keep silent. Don't respond. This all is pointless to listen to! This isn't even close to being accurate. All this is just an delusions of how he views these creatures. Truly these creatures I've met wouldn't fall nor act in such ways. It is all just his conclusion. I won't take it for word! A knew scenery is before me. I'm in the library of my Castle, overlooking a portal that is before me. I'm seeing figures before me. They are familiar to me once more. Soma, Sylvia, and Obsilion. They are bonded by some Arcane magic, constraining them. It isn't a magic I didn't think I was capable of. It was so powerful. Almost to the point that I felt drained. I was in the act of doing something cruel. I was about to banish them. I didn't seek to kill them. I didn't find it fair as they've been good to me. That they haven't caused me trouble. I sought to banish them for good. Amongst the galaxies. Put a seal that they can't reach this world. This was mercy.  All three stared at me. No happiness or Anger. No....worse. Disappointment. My actions. My current act. My choice. I have disappointed them greatly. They wouldn't meet my gaze. They refused to. I had lost their respect. As is deserved of me. I took the final step, ready to push them all into the void that was the portal.  "" The world around me shift a change in view once more.  Their is a sadness in the air. I'm in the forest, feeling bark from roots near a tree. I'm hearing the sounds of wind brush through the leaves. Suddenly....I look before. Below me. Ghostbit. He's on the ground. Curled up. He's in pain. Is he....injured? He's sad. So very sad. He won't cry. He's too brave to cry. He's hurt. He's bleeding. Can Ghostling's bleed? He's looking at me in sadness and shock. No....No! I couldn't have! I can't! I won't! Ghostbit has done nothing to deserve this! I wouldn't do this without reason either! This isn't me! It isn't!! ""  "Enough!!!!!" I shouted back. I responded back. I demanded an end to this foolish works of fiction before me. My anger had risen. My Arcane had spiked. The delusions purged themselves. All that stood now was him. He stood before me. A twisted smile on his face. A proud smile.  "" He disappeared. The landscape was no longer black. All that was left was the mind. I survived another night. That is good. Everything is good. Everything is okay. I'm calm. I'm collected.  I'm in control.