Revan's feet made contact with the cold, marble floor as he arose from the luxurious king sized bed of his guest suite. Rubbing the sand from his eyes, he set each of his feet within a nearby slipper, content in the knowledge that each article of clothing he wore was woven from the very same soft, flawless wool that seemed to be so prevalent in this land.

As he tied the belt around the robe covering his scarred, naked back, he felt a weight in the right pocket of the gifted cloak. Curious, he stuck his hand in there to find the the pleasant surprise of a familiar metallic cylinder that was said to be a Jedi's life: his lightsaber.

While this would normally have been a good thing, the brown haired man just couldn't shake the feeling that something was... off with this place. He could feel no evil and no darkness around him at all in the slightest, and yet...

And yet, even with all the grace and hospitality granted to him by his hostess, Princess Luna, it all just seemed too... perfect.

"It's everything the Jedi and the Sith aren't," he began to think aloud, starring out the balcony at a nearly full moon. "All emotion, yet no anger, no hatred..." he trailed off as he looked down to the garden where he'd practiced the previous day, then sided that thought to leave his quarters.

He gave a sigh, not really sure where he fit in this world. All of his life, he'd fought or trained to fight for the Republic against the Mandalorians and then against the Republic and his fellow Jedi as a Sith lord. For the first time in centuries, he simply felt out of place in the galaxy.

But as he left his the lodgings of the woman who'd been more than gracious to him, he moved those thoughts into the back of his head, never being one to dwell on his losses for long.

He strode through the darkened, marble, and hallowed halls of Canterlot Castle, and as Revan did so, he learned a great many things that his own desire for a sparring match the day before had deprived him of. He stood in awe of several grandiose and lavishly crafted stained glass windows, each ready to tell a different story than the last, from a small, sapient looking reptile facing off an entity of shadow to the defeat of an amalgam of different creatures and animals facing it's own demise.

He then found himself bathing in the filtered moonlight as he bore witness to a story that rang true for the once Jedi, Revan, one that told of a prodigal sister's return home. He took a deep breath as that tale seemed to resonate deeply within the prodigal knight, knowing the feeling of a home coming like that all to well.

Still though, he had not come to admire the architecture or the decor, splendid though it might have been. It was then that he noticed his was being followed.

He smiled as the very faint echo traveled through out the great court, his ears perking at the disturbance. It wasn't one of the princesses, he knew that much. No, judging by the skill, he'd say that they were military. Like the guards I humiliated earlier. Only less clumsy, maybe?

Even so, he wouldn't be surprised if they were actually happy to see their fellow service men or women get smacked down. If ever there was one thing that didn't change in any military, he began to quip to himself. It was inter-branch rivalries.

Finally away from all the distractions of the palace, he continued to move through the estate with the stealth akin to a wraith, the cold autumn air chilling his spine as he'd finally made contact with the gardens he'd sparred in earlier, making him regret not wearing a shirt underneath his robe.

As if his body were on autopilot, he made his way through the gardens, moving past the bushes and the topiary and into the circle he'd sparred in before. He smiled wryly as he remembered the over a dozen guards strewn around the sand and atop the grass hours earlier, each having their pride decimated by the unknown guest of the shepherd of the night.

He drew deep breaths as he surveyed the are around him, finding that he'd not been followed outside by the royal guards. Evidently, the guards only kept their eyes on what happened within the castle. Normally, Revan would think that a terrible idea, but given the evident safety of where he was, he was more than understanding of the more than lax security detail.

But commenting on my kind hosts military was not what I came out here to do, Revan admitted to himself, his hand reaching into his right pocket, happy at the surprise of being able do what he'd planned.

He took a deep breath and finally retrieved his lightsaber from his robe pocket. Almost instinctively, he moved the metallic cylinder vertical to his scarred face and closed his eyes. He smiled as the distinctive snap-hiss of the blade sounded off, igniting a deeply violet blade.

He flourished as he began to practice his form for the first time in centuries. He aligned his saber with his head and pointed it straight forward, taking the form of juyo form as violet blade vibrated next to his ear.

Though with each strike at the air, he still couldn't shake the earlier duel with that princess out of his head and how she merely toyed with him, treating the bout like little more than a dance.

His strikes became less and less precise as he struggled to come to terms with the shock his defeat, his hands still aching from the sheer speed and power placed behind each and every strike, far beyond that of any near human he'd ever seen before. What's more was that Revan very sincerely believed she wasn't even using her full potential on him, while it took him everything he had to keep up with her.

He deactivated his saber, now choosing to look up at the near full moon somberly. He bit his lip. "What in the nine rings of Corellian Hell am I doing here?" It was a rhetorical question, but lately, it seemed that everything in his life was meant to take a southern turn.

It was a very bitter irony, then, that after all the years he was able to fight back and control his fate, at being the best warrior the galaxy over, it seemed now as if he were powerless to do anything. It seemed as if-

"A bit for your thoughts?" The brown haired man turned around, half eager to ignite his lightsaber, but he then realized who the soft voice came from. "May hap I ask why you are out here in the dead of my night?"

He sighed. " I was just out getting some fresh air, trying to clear my head," he answered, hoping that answer would sate her interest but knowing it wouldn't.

"I see," she responded, raising an intrigued eyebrow. "Come then. Walk with me," she commanded. "I feel there is much we can learn from one another."

She began making her way toward a white gazebo on the eastern side of the gardens, a stark white turned to silver by bathing in the incomplete moon's light. Though Revan was hesitant to follow at fist, he did know he owed this woman his life and, until such a time as he could repay it, he was hers.

The chilled autumn air blew against both their faces, blowing their hair, both the indigo and the brown, back. Finally, they both found themselves beneath the small eastern structure, the two of them simply staring into a quite night sky.

The princess of the night knelt over the side of the white picket half-wall as the once Jedi Knight joined her. "I was up there, once."

"Up... where?" Revan asked.

"There," she pointed with her left hand to the moon. "I was..." she hesitated, showing some level of guilt. "Imprisoned for certain deeds I am not proud to admit but will."

"That seems like a good enough lesson to start with," Revan joined her in the kneeling. "What happened?"

Her tone went somber. "I... I became a nightmare," she began. "One thousand years ago, I attempted to steal a power I shared with my dear sister for no better reason than feeling unappreciated," she then began smiling. "I very nearly killed everyone in Equestria to sate my own deflated ego."

"So why the smile?" He looked her in the eyes.

She returned the favor. "Because, despite all those one thousand years of being lost to my own insane ambitions, things are better now than they ever were," joy replaced the sadness in her voice now. "I know have the love of my subjects and my sister's forgiveness and even better friends than I'd ever thought possible centuries ago." Her eyes began to sparkle as she looked back up to the moon. "I learned that, for all the ills that life may give you, things often time will get better."

"Why are you telling me this? I'm just the guy you fished out of the sky."

"Because I believe that life has given you a great deal of ill, Sir Revan, and it makes me wonder. What could have left a man of your caliber so deeply scarred," she then began brushing her hand past the scars on his face. "Not physically, but... spiritually?"

He grabbed her hand and then looked down once more in shame, turning his back to her and looking back up to the night sky the princess claimed as her own. "I'm not sure it's a story you'd be interested in hearing, your Majesty."

"And what makes you so certain of that, Sir Revan?"

His memory flashed back to before he was forced into stasis, gazing a holo-recording of his late beloved, Bastila, and the son he'd never had the chance to cradle in his arms, Vaner. He could tell she wouldn't be dissuaded so easy, though. "Have you ever fought for something you believed in with all your heart and spirit?"

Princess Luna found herself remembering the battles against Discord and King Sombra, the latter of which was now dead and gone for good. "I... yes."

"Good," he replied, his voice now raising as he turned his back to the princess. "Now imagine something strong enough to take your mind and play with it like it was clay until you're nothing but a... perversion of what you used to be," he looked up to the skies he would more than likely never depart. "I lost everything fighting for what I believed in, Princess. There was no good to follow the 'ill' for me."

Princess Luna, shepherd of the night, wanted so hard to tell him to look right in front of him. She wished so very badly to let him know just how close he was to the look at where he landed and where he could stay, but she didn't. Despite walking through his dreams for several nights, he knew next to nothing about her.

Instead, she directed her attention to his weapon of choice. "Your fire blade," she remarked. "May I see it?"

He looked back at her, this time with a slight smile. As his hand carrying the lightsaber rose up to her at their mutual chest level, he hesitated. His instincts said nothing about this being a trap and she'd been open enough with him. Indeed, she'd provided the first sympathetic ear Revan had been gifted with in centuries. In short, he trusted her. "I think that might be alright."

Her hand went over his own as she grabbed the lightsaber, pointing it outward and away from the couple beneath the gazebo. As he fingers glided over the metallic cylinder, she found what she could only assume was the activation mechanism. Her thumb clicked on the button and let loose a violet blade, releasing a torrent of purple light.

In awe, she raised the saber to her face, her eyes dilated from the new brightness and wide from being so close to an arm she'd only seen in this man's dream. "What is it called?" She asked, her gaze fixed upon the sword of flame.

"It's called a lightsaber," he answered.

"No," she denied, shaking her head, smiling like a small wookie who'd just received it's life day present. "Not what kind of weapon is it, but..." she hesitated as she slashed the blade in the chilled night air. "What have you named your weapon?"

Revan was dumb founded. He'd encountered cultures that named their arms and armor, sure, but never had it occurred to him to name his own. "I haven't named it."

She flourished it towards the floor. "I see," she began. "Then how about..." she began to examine the hilt closely, looking for some kind of marking she could go off of. She then noticed the several lines stemming up from handle and stopping into sharp points just after the blade began. "Fire fang?"

Revan smiled at her enthusiasm, not seeing such sense Mission Vao, only tempered by years and wisdom. "Alright. Fire fang it is."

With a grin of satisfaction, she continued to practice with his newly christened 'lightsaber'. "It is very light, though that might not be mean much at all coming from me," her glance went to him quickly. "What can you tell me of it?"

The warrior sage felt as of he were talking to a youngling the way she kept asking questions. "It's a Jedi's tool and a Sith's weapon," he gifted her with the lesson of his once teacher, Kreia. "Wielded in the service of the Jedi Order and the Force, those who have stood vigilant and guarded the Republic for over twenty thousand years."

"I see," she wiped the sweat from her brow, a gift from the heat emanating from the once Jedi's weapon. "And does it come in very many colors?"

Revan raised his eyebrow. How did she know that? "As a matter of fact, yes," he began. "Green and blue are the most common for those who follow the light, with yellow also being notable, red though," he took pause as he recalled his own time with that scarlet blade. "Red is wielded by those who follow the dark side of the force, by and large."

"I see," she deactivated the violet blade and move towards the it's owner. "Yet you wield a blade of violet. What does that mean? Be you a man of light or darkness?"

His brown eyes didn't move from her gaze of cyan. "What do you think it means?"

She handed him his saber back, keeping her hand on the Jedi tool as he placed his right hand over hers, there faces. "I believe it means that you and I are far more similar than you'd care to admit, Sir Revan. Now," she began anew. "What can you tell me about this 'Force'?"

The breathing between the two became hot and heavy as the immortal before him stood only inches away from him. They were nearly the same height, but for some reason, both thought the other held themselves taller. It might have been Luna's wings or Revan's ever stoic stance, but as their lips grew closer, bitter memories began to fade into-

"Luna," a strong voice tempered by years of wisdom descended down upon the two, her wings white as a night star and her evening gown a hastily put on satin, elegant in it's own purpose but nothing she would like to be seen wearing out among her subjects. "Your Captain Sunshine Smiles needs to talk to you. Something about a falling star that went down in the Ever-free."

Luna grimaced at the killed moment. "Can it not wait, Sister?"

"It's the night, so it's your jurisdiction," she ordered her younger sister. "No, it can't."

Princess Luna sighed as she backed away from the man she'd come to call Sir Revan. "Very well, Sister," she surrendered. As she walked down the steps of the pure white and ivy coated gazebo, a quick smile flashed across her face. "I believe that my lesson's on the force will have to wait another time then," she pecked him on the cheek, much to the shock of both her sister and her guest. "Sir Revan? Thank you. You are a good listener and an excellent teacher."

And then, with a smile on her face, she ran from the gazebo, wings extended, and flew into the night to meet with a guard captain over matters Revan was almost certainly sure was concerning him.

That was when her older sister looked the brown haired man dead in the eyes, her own gaze immovable like the mountains of Alderaan. "You. Me. My office. Now."

...

Revan, still wearing nothing but slippers, a robe and his woolen pajama bottoms, sat in a fine leather seat on the opposite end of what seemed to be a very old, yet very well maintained, red wood desk.

Princess Celestia, no doubt the true authority behind this kingdom, sat in silence, her hands in front of her face with her pink eyes that seemed to stare directly into Revan's scarred soul.

Both their faces were only shown through dim candle light found at the right end of the desk, decorated with various bobbles and antiquities of many different ages. Revan himself was in the midst of feeling something akin to an emotion he'd long since thought he'd deadened himself to: fear.

There he was, before the much older, wiser and more powerful sister of the woman that had evidently begun to fall head over heals for the former dark lord of the Sith through no fault of his own, having a rough idea of what conversation was going to take place.

Naturally, he wished it would end as soon as possible. The high princess opened up with a very long breath. "Your name is 'Revan', right?"

"Yes," he answered in a clear tone. "It is."

"Well, Revan," she continued further. "I'm going to ask you a few things. Before you ask, no, you don't have a choice in the matter, because if you decline, then I'll just have to exile you to the dragon lands. Understood?"

Her voice was unshakably strong and commanding, tempered by a full millennium of rule. It was as if she'd been long since used to this type of authority but only exercised it when absolutely necessary. "Understood."

"Good," she cracked a smile for a split second. "I want to ask you first how you came to Equestria."

"I crashed," he began clearly, starting with what he thought caused . "My ship's core went haywire from what I'm assuming was the level of mysticism on this world and couldn't handle it."

"Very well," she wrote it down. "And tell me. Were you running from anything?"

"I'd only recently been defeated by an enemy strike team. It was my intention to make it back to the capital and help lead the war effort."

"There was a war?"

Revan nodded grimly. "Yes," he answered. "One that was in the making for over 300 years that lasted several decades. It began again thanks to a faulty peace treaty."

"I see," she continued to digest the information. "And this war," her voice turned grim as her eyes began to gaze deeper into Revan's in a way that was nothing like what her sister had done. "Did you bring it with you?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Any ship that crosses this planet's atmosphere will have the same problem I had, chances are," for a split second, he took on a mischievous smile. "Only it would be, ah, not as clean as my landing was. This planet is totally unknown to the rest of the galaxy."

"Mhmm..." she took it all in as good news, though still not totally trusting of the man sitting across from her in the fine, dark leather seat and holding a very skeptical expression. "And which side did you fight on in this war?"

"The side of the light, your highness," he answered. "Though, truth be told, I was willing to use the tactics of the dark against them to end their threat once and for all more than once."

"I think I understand," she nodded. "But there are those who would say that the light is relative and that there is no white or black. Just grey."

"Then those people are fools," he blurted out reflexively. "I've seen the dark. I was manipulated into doing it's bidding and it sent it's armies after me. There is white and black and six shades of grey at most. Not fifty and not a thousand."

That was when his interrogator smiled. "I think that's all I needed to hear, Mister Revan," she offered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she stated plainly. "I still don't entirely trust you, but I can tell that you're something close to what my sister thinks you are," her gaze then went from one of vague approval to one of death. "But don't think this means I won't keep my eyes on you. I don't know how good of a man you are or even if you care for my sister the same way I think she cares for you, but if you do anything to hurt her or betray her, there is not a sun, moon, planet, or falling star you can hide under, on, or over that will let you escape me. I will hunt you down to the edge of the cosmos and turn each arm and leg of yours into nothing but ashe," she began to emphasize each word and Revan felt the weight of each and every syllable. "Then, and only after you have realized the depths of your failure, will you have my permission to die. Are we clear?"

"As crystal," Revan agreed, a measure of trepidation he hadn't felt since we was a padawan.

"Good," she smiled. "Now then, you should get some rest. Princess Luna will be taking you to a tailor in the south to find attire suitable for my birthday tomorrow," the way she said those last couple of words made it sound like she really didn't want the celebration. "As I understand it, she will have you as her honored guest. Meaning you will also need a bodyguard," she gave him a wry smile as she hit a button, opening the door behind the two of them. "I believe you have already met Lt. Soarin' Highwind?"

Author's Notes:

Alright, kind of happy how this turned out. So Celestia is Bane, eh? The quote seemed to fit well enough for all intents and purposes, which is scarring the living Hell out of Revan.

So yeah! Next episode, Revan and Luna go to Ponyville and get an outfit from Rarity! Can't wait to get started on that!

Stay frosty my ponies and remember to comment!