My Little Pony is owned by Hasbro studios. I created the characters "Dark Knight/Night Watcher" and "Night's Lance/ Eternal's Sword". The words "Kinkou" and "Eye of Twilight" were first seen used in lores by Riot Games and are used only for entertainment purposes by me.
Written by: Sixinthehood
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I will begin at a very early age, back when I was but too young to even start magic kindergarten. I was a pitch black little colt with a spark in his eyes and not a care in the world. My mother… she was beautiful. I remember her so clearly to this day, a radiant being in a world of shadows. Even my father, a unicorn with a similar black coat, was but a dark streak in her presence. Her white coat radiated when she entered a room, and her flowing red hair only embellished her angelic image (Didn’t help that she was a Pegasus). Her face never dropped that smile. It seemed contagious, just latching onto those around and coaxing them into giving into happiness. My young mind may have exaggerated, but in this world why not cling to those memories that make you alive?

I do not remember much as a young foal, just one particular event; a series of flashes in my mind's eye that reminds me of how I got part of my ear taken away. I have no problem telling emotional events anymore, I have seen enough to have been desensitized.

It was not a day like any other, for every day was special beyond detail. I had no worries in those short years. I had a sun that shined upon my home, radiating life in rays of pure light. I had a mother and father who gave me love in spades, with nary a raised voice exchanged. I had a home that I could call my own, filled with possessions all too familiar for someone who knew our history. Why would someone seek to remove this from my life? I have always guessed that it was desperation; a stallion with no choice but to commit to violence to keep his own welfare in this world. I always wondered what would have happened… if he had just asked.

Funny enough that the event transpired in broad daylight, even funnier that he had almost gotten away with it. It was on one of those rare occasions where my father did not have to teach at the Kinkou (I refuse to re-explain who they are; I am the author, not your servant). He had given his lectures for the week much quicker than normal, and left his students with instructions in case they were confused. Although that might not have helped, he cared little; his mind was set on family. I guess I should count my lucky stars (I have 43, the norm is 4) that he was home that day… I might have lost more than an ear if he was not. My father sat in his favorite recliner, a funny old brown thing made of wood and wool. My father had sheep friends who pretty much threw wool his way whenever he passed by. My mother was cradling me in her front legs while humming sweet lullabies. I stared at the ceiling in total bliss, ignorant of what was about to transpire.

We were all “resting” in the living room, if only to enjoy each others company. Not much sound was needed. My mother and father occasionally exchanged glances, each time they held the stare and smiled. The couch we sat on was also made of wood and wool. Carefully crafted and stitched together for comfort and efficiency. My father had a way of making the two corporate, instead of sacrificing one for the other. We had candles strewn about to add light when needed, these rested on hoof crafted shelves. I begin to wonder in my current age why he never just became a craftspony instead of a teacher… his cutie mark certainly was one of the Kinkou kind, but nothing would stop him. Not only candles, but books rested on these shelves. The books were of various sizes and shapes. One was a circle… don’t ask me why, I still don’t know. Although they varied in genre most of the time, there was a select group that was held in the middle of the wall above the fireplace. These particular stacks of books were books of the Eye of Twilights from older generations. All across the time line of the Kinkou; spread out like a horizontal page, showing the progression of the first to the current. My favorite was always the one who served during the Dark Year… the year of Nightmare Moon.

He had immense courage, and was the untold hero in the story of Nightmare Moon. If not for he, Celestia would not have had the time to prepare the elements of harmony… if not for him, she would have been slain. He had many names, but the Kinkou were careful to archive his first true name, and the Eye of Twilight name bestowed upon his finishing of the final ritual. His true name was Night's Lance; his name for the Eye of Twilight was Eternal's Sword. Although most any Eye of Twilight had a name specifically made to instill pride and power, his always felt the best. It always felt like his name carried weight from both this world and any other, like he truly worked for a power unknown to us all.

My mother looked at the shelf and then glimpsed back at me, I smiled at her and nodded. She knew what I wanted and giggled in return; she must have read that story to me at least 50 times… no harm in a 51st reading. The stories themselves actually were written like stories, they were given an entertaining framework and emotions were written in too. The Kinkou were very proffessional, but they knew that it was best to capture a persons emotions along with their curiosity. “Okay little Night,” she always said that name with the irony of it sounding like “knight”, she really believed I would be a protector, “I’ll read to you that story again, but that is the last time for today… agreed?”

I smile back at her and nod eagerly; I could not contain the excitement of hearing about the most honorable Eye of Twilight in history. I always loved his ability to be the most important person ever in the islands home to the Kinkou, yet wondered why it seemed no-one outside even ever heard of him. I was bouncing with glee as she selected the book and pulled it out with her teeth. My father sighs and gives a smile, “that one again? Little Night sure does love the history of the Kinkou, especially that one Eye of Twilight in particular.”

My mother laughed and replied, “well you should be proud that our son has taken such an interest,” she turns back to me and adds with a wink, “who knows, maybe he’ll be among these great people in history someday.”

I gasp and hold my mouth agape. Could it possibly be? Me?! The Eye of Twilight? The thought brings a smile to my face and I bounce even more at the thought, ready to hear again the adventure that concluded Eternals Sword’s life.

“Now let’s see… where is that page…? Ah here it is, the beginning of the end, if you were to call it that.”

Eternal was staring at the night sky, his eyes carefully depicting the meaning that the stars conveyed to him. Each star told a different story in a different place. Each star told him where he needed to be the next day in order to put an end to an imbalance. He never grew tired of this ritual; it put a feeling in him that made his mind heavy and his body light. He was always put into a place where he felt weightless, as if he was floating amongst the stars themselves. He lost himself in this moment each night, but always remembered to mentally note what the stars were telling him. He never once failed his duty as the Eye of Twilight, for doing such would be a grievous offense and a blow to his honor.

He came back down to Earth as he read the last of the stars… and he was scared. His eyes were wide and he was breathing rapidly. Something big was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. He gasped and clutched his chest as a shot of pain flashed through his body. This was a bad sign, not only did this imbalance involve the moon and sun goddesses, but it was to be an important moment in his life… maybe his last. He shakes his head to rid himself of these thoughts, “I am not weak and have probably been in worse situations than this prophesized event. I’m sure whatever is to happen will not have such… fatal repercussions.” He couldn’t convince himself as well as he wished, but talking aloud helped. Being mostly alone in his travels (As an Eye of Twilight should) usually led to him needing to voice his thoughts, lest he go mad.

“It is almost morning, I might as well rest for the little time I have… tomorrow bodes change among a scale I have not seen in a very long time, maybe never.” he settled his head and willed himself into a subconscious state of mind. A state where he is fully aware, yet his body can rest. He takes this time to meditate on any events, future and past. Thinking of battle plans and ways to act, also any way to improve… he ceased needing to do that long ago. Over the course of hours he meditated on the meaning of the stars and what they could possibly be implying about the regal sisters, his “mind” raced with thoughts as he attempted to calm himself; this was going to be one of the biggest events in his time as Eye of Twilight, he needed to be prepared for the best… and the worst.

Over time he realized he had spent too many light hours in his slumber and willed himself awake. He awoke one eye at a time (As always), he did it slowly and made sure to check for any enemies before showing that he was awake. It was natural by this point, never leave your guard down… an Eye of Twilight is bound to make enemies on his journeys. But something made him jolt awake and cast a sense spell on his surroundings. He frantically looked for who was behind this preposterous event. Eyes scanned the trees, nose sniffed for any sign of toxin or powder, his ears perked to detect the slightest movement outside his eyesight… but he was rewarded with nothing.

He broke into a cold sweat and began to look up. His eyes were pleading for answers and his body trembled. “No! No I must have miscalculated the hours, I must have not actually gone to sleep, I must have… I must…” He looked back up again, the sky was not breaking into morning as he carefully calculated it should, it was instead filled with the darkness of night. The moon hung in the sky, casting it's white glow upon all the land.

A/N I know these chapters are short but I would much rather end them at nice places like this than drag them on. I know some others can keep a story going strong past the thousands mark but I need to end it around the 1.5k mark otherwise I might dip below the quality mark. This means though I will release chapters faster. Hope you all have fun, please leave feedback and any grammatical/spelling mistakes you find. Thank you.