How many times must she try? How many times does she have to lose everything? How many ponies have to die around her? Her son, Dracula, disowned her. Her husband, Midnight, is leaving. And worst of all, her own sister is refusing anything short of advice. Why must it always be her? Why does she have to go through this pain? This is what she deserves however, she brought this all on her own. She lied to them. She broke them. Made them what they are today. Leaving her to cry and wallow in despair.

Princess Luna sat huddled on a cloud looking over Equestria, her supposed sovereign nation. Yet, her sister holds the reigns of the entire country. She has never felt this level of despair before, not since she thought she lost Midnight. Or the night she lost her son. Twice. She laid on the cloud, her head resting on her hooves and her face freshly stained with tears. The moon gave no comfort to her as it usually did, it gave her no solace. The cold wind gently dancing over her dark blue coat, attempting to sooth the moon princess's dreary mind. Her eyes remained half open as she stared at the lights of the sleeping town below. She focused and she could see the dreams of the many subjects she ruled over. Their dreams being her realm, her solitude from reality. Letting her escape her feelings of self loathing and pity.

Everypony seemed to rest calmly. No nightmares in Ponyville for now. Which was good, but only proved that she was not needed, only letting her despair grow larger. Her son had taken power and he was an expert at what he does. A true master of the night, he did what he did best and then some. He had became everything she hoped he would become. Yet, her heart felt ten pounds heavier every time she thought of him. She did not hold jealousy or hatred in her heart. But she did feel pride, pride that her son now ruled over an entire new society. She took pride in knowing that he would make an excellent ruler.

Oh how times have changed for Luna. As she gazed upon the silent streets of Ponyville, gazing from her hooves, she remembered her days when she was on the moon. Those dark and lonely eternal nights. One would not expect it to be a punishment. Just eye soaring, but not being able to see anything else other than pure darkness and the glistening and judgmental stars gazing back at you. It was agonizing. Nopony to share your time. Nopony to talk to. It was torturous.

Ponies think that she remained Nightmare Moon for the entire time she was on the moon. That she remained her symbiote self. But no. The nightmare forces that she wielded abandoned her the first minute on the moon, leaving her dazed and confused. Leaving Luna to wallow in her failure. An awful feeling that she never wanted to revisit.

Just as she was remembering those hateful moments she heard an all too familiar and deceptive voice, promising with every word a sharp stab of a knife,
Is this what you are reduced to Moon Princess?

Luna's hurtful look changed into a face ridden with vengeance and hate. Her eyes filled with fury and her eyebrows knit, becoming bright white. She stood with renewed strength and turned to the source of the voice. A tall standing pony, much like Living Shadow but much thinner and more lithe. His entire form made from mystified shadows and his eyes glowing a bright green with mist bellowing out of the corners. No pupils.

His empty glare sustained, his upper torso was visible but the lower part of his body was nothing but a tail of black shadows. This was his manifested form. Nightmare forces very commonly use this as their form, similar to Shadow Ponies but much stronger and smarter allowing there to be confusion between the two. This however was the leader of the Nightmare Forces, Elmashul, Nightmare of the Unknown.

Luna grit her teeth showing anger and with a cold bite in her words she barked, "What do you want Elmashul?"

The shadow moved closer to Luna and Luna got in a combat stance ready to throw a spell at him. Elmashul responded with raising his hooves apprehensively and replied with his choir of voices,
Easy, young goddess. I have not come here to entice revenge.

Luna hunched her back and readied a spell as she growled, "Then why have you come? And I won't ask again."

I have come to make amends. But it is not one of my strong suits as you already know. I have watched these events unfold and I have come to offer my assistance.

Luna stared coldly at the shade, unflinching. She narrowed her gaze. She studied the ghostly form in front of her to try and sense his motive. She got nothing from his empty gaze. A little hard considering he had no mouth, no nose, and no pupils. All things that you could tell if somepony lies. Their nostrils flare. Their pupils dilate. Or their mouth quivers. Possibly even a shifty gaze. Nothing from Elmashul. Tone of voice could even be used, but he spoke with so many voices that it was nearly impossible to tell if his voice quavered.

Luna loosened her tight gaze by a centimeter and asked, "What is your game, Elmashul?"

Elmashul stepped closer, slowly and hesitantly. Luna let him step closer. He circled her and responded as he rounded her,
I will not lie. I am offering my assistance because I have lost control of one of my nightmares, something that does not happen often. But I fear that I alone cannot take her. She has severed herself from me.

Luna relaxed her shoulders and asked, "Is it Selene?"

Selene was the true name of Nightmare Moon. She was originally created as a manipulator in the Alicorn Court, making the decisions in favor of them. The Nightmare Forces have been trying to take over Equestria for generations. They however stopped once a certain hero destroyed their home and imprisoned their great powers. That hero being Luna's father, King Lunar or as he is commonly referred to by the Nightmare Forces as Nox. Since then they have silently been causing disorder here and there, however a huge power play came with Selene taking over Luna. But after Luna and Selene were banished to the moon for that failure Elmashul took Selene and tortured her for those thousand years. Leaving behind Luna.

Elmashul shook his head and responded stopping on her left,
No. But another one of my daughters. Saris, Nightmare of Pride. One of the strongest amongst my brood. She escaped and declared her independence. As you know that I had nightmares created as you and your sister's polar opposites. Saris is the anti Celesia. And I fear that she has taken her roots in Celestia. And I fear that Selene helped her in some way.

Luna was astonished and her gaze fell limply to the cloud she stood on. This was terrible news. She had heard legends of these two nightmares. Saris and Selene. Alone they are a force to be reckoned with. But together, they could bring Ketos to its knees. The shock left Luna and she finally replied, "What can be done?"

Elmashul folded his hooves behind his back and replied gazing up at the moon,
For me to answer that question I have to explain her story for you. I did not create Saris from darkness like I did with Selene and the rest, I used two mediums to make her. I used a dead alicorn and the flares of our sun. I rebirthed her on the surface of the sun. Her mind is filled with ruin and fire. This Alicorn was put down by Dracula in the times he was a Silverblade Knight, he struck her down in the Frozen North. She holds revenge and pride in her heart that she will be the one to kill Dracula. She is not like Selene in the sense that she took over your consciousness, Saris prefers the opposite. She prefers to spur and manipulate the pony she is inside of. Only using a small amount of influence.

Celestia shares the same hatred for Dracula and therefore there is little to no manipulation needed. Saris has dreamt of a moment like this for years. Now to answer your question. There are a few options that we can do to separate Saris and Celestia. The first is to kill Celestia. The second being I can possibly try and force Saris out of Celestia's body, gravely injuring her. And the third is performing an exorcism on her that has a fifty fifty chance of her dying or living.

These options were few and far between. A far cry of mercy and sympathy. Luna thought carefully. Celestia had always ruled with a kind heart and an open mind, if she was letting herself become a shadow of her former self then Luna needed to do something. Much like when Nightmare Moon tried to take over Equestria, but now the roles were reversed. But she has no doubt already started gathering loyalists for her invasion on the Everfree Forest. If this happened then there would be all out war anyways, there was no avoiding this. Civil war within the Equine Empire.

There was no avoiding this and Celestia would no doubt not trust her anymore, as even Luna was driven away from Celestia. They had gotten into a fight before Luna sat on that cloud to mourn. There was no choice.

Luna sullenly looked at Elmashul and said, "There is no avoiding this civil war is there?"

Elmashul sighed and responded,
...No...there is not Moon Princess.

Luna's face grew with determination and turned to Elmashul with confidence in her hoof steps. She said in a soft yet commanding voice, "I am willing to put aside my differences to stop Saris."

Elmashul nodded and Luna replied with one of her own. Luna asked, "What will our first move be?"

Elmashul grew into a thin layer of mist and blew himself into Luna. She reeled back in fear and suspected that he was going to take over her mind. But no, it felt only like he was residing in her mind. Luna felt him impart some of his strength into her and she felt her mind refocus and grow stronger with more selection of spells.

Elmashul spoke in her mind,
First we will need soldiers to fight with us. Do you remember the Lost Battalion?

The Lost Battalion was a battalion of Celestial Soldiers that went to fight a group of liches in the heart of Equestria. Most were unicorns and they soon found out that the liches were too strong. They created an arcanic bomb that once it erupted would devour all magic in a small area. They let the bomb explode and the thousand that went there died with the liches. Luna knew the fable well, but she failed to see what this had to do with them? Elmashul answered,
We are going to resurrect both the Liches and the Lost Battalion. Becoming our Soldiers of the Night, our troops and the guardians of the New Lunar Republic.

Dragomir purveyed the land he saw in the shadow of the pale moon. Residing in a small open grove in the Whitetail Woods was a small group of mountain ogres. Not many migrate this far south from the Silvermane Highlands, their home. But those that do, do not last long because of the amount of magic in the soil. Mountain Ogres are supremely vulnerable to magic, nearly immune to physical attacks and weapons. One unicorn mage is worth fifty to one hundred mountain ogres. Dragomir worth five hundred.

Dragomir's stark blue eyes set upon the monstrous ogres. His quarry silently sat at a bonfire, all five of them eating what looked to be mountain goat. Their barbaric eating habits could be heard and seen for miles. Tracking these did not take too much time. Especially since combining with his dear friend Pyre.

Underneath his hood he closed his eyes and rested a hoof over his heart as he remembered his fateful friend. As he knelt on a small cliff his soul calm and his mind only filled with the pictures of his phoenix. The gentle midnight breeze cascading over Dragomir's restful form, the cloth of his armor moving upon the wind. The cloth pieces a cape over his waist, open at the front and a small tattered cape upon his left shoulder tightly sewn into his shoulderplate. His glistening golden armor shined in the soft light of the moon. The white cloth now stained slightly with the many battles it has been through. The armor fitting snuggly on his battle hardened form.

He opened his eyes with a fierce look on them as he continued his stare at the ogres. He concentrated his magic and a soft orange glow erupted around his horn and he felt his form become lighter and felt a breeze carry himself down wind in the borders of trees around the grove. Dragomir planted himself silently on the grassy knoll in the woods. His form nearly invisible in the shadows of the forest.

Dragomir braced himself against a tree and listened in on their conversation.

"Eh. What do ya mean dat you get more goat meat?" One said in a heavy and deep voice that could shake the foundation of the earth itself. It came to Dragomir's understanding that there were two different types of ogres. Those like the one that just spoke, whom are not very bright. But then there are the rare ones like the second about to talk.

He responded with a loud resounding slap across the others face and his heavily accented voice, "Don't be so daft, Gutrig. I brought the meat back, which means I get more. And keep your voice down. We don't need the thunderhooves to know we are here."

Dragomir knew ogres well enough that they referred to the ponies of Equestria. Ogres and Equestrians have a long history together. In the times of the Alicorn Empire the Ogres had a vast and sprawling empire in the eastern Badlands, right on the border of Equestria. The Ogres Tribes. They were very intellectual and smart at that point in time. However, they attempted to invade Equestria. Their invasion was very quickly stomped out and they were left sulking back to their tribes. But the Alicorns were anything but forgiving towards the invasion. with their superior weapons and tactics they retaliated against the Ogre Tribes and took their lands. They removed what remained of the ogres, stripped them of their intellects, and made them supremely vulnerable to the Weylines of the Arcanic Shift and the wielders of their magic. Creating boiling hatreds and grudges against the two races.

After a few moments of contemplation Dragomir returned his gaze to the ogres. Most of them had dark skin, filled with blemishes and boils from the blistering hot temperatures of the day in the Badlands and the below freezing winds at night. Their skin hardened from even the distance between them and Dragomir. They wore tattered rags over their chests and on their stumpy but muscular legs. Their muscles toned and heavy set. While they were tall, standing nearly 15 feet tall at the least, they did not near in size compared to the Ettins of the Glacial Peaks.

Their coal stained armor upon their wrists, shoulders, and legs looked not well crafted and barely capable of holding back a blow from a powerful weapon. But Dragomir knew well enough that they did not need to rely in their armor, their skin tough enough to with stand burning temperatures and can break swords in half. Dragomir did not worry, he had killed enough Ogres when he was in the Silvermane Highlands to be given the name of "Ogre Slayer" a rare title given that most Stonebloods are Pegasi and Earth Ponies. He was even well known amongst the ogres as the Fireslayer. Dragomir was okay with that, he hated ogres. Confidence filled Dragomir as he continued to inspect the ogres in front of him. Magic was on his side. Their stone weapons sheathed in their cords over their waist. Monstrous weapons that could cleave a pony in half given the opportunity.

Dragomir stared into the flame at their center and he concentrated his magic. Holding out his hoof, his open hoof facing the sky. He drew his muzzle closer to his hoof pursing his lips. Like blowing ashes or dust over the wind, he blew a gentle breath out and the light that the fire once had died out. Dragomir opened his eyes to the various hysterical and frightened screams of the ogres. Dragomir drew his sword and held it firm in his hoof. He whispered to himself, "Let the blood flow like the morning tide. And let my strikes land true."

He opened his eyes and they began having thin gouts of flame envelope them and billow off into the midnight sky. He lowered himself down, ready to jump into the air. As he left the ground he cast a spell and sprouting out from his sides were wings of pure blazing fury. He leapt through the sky and hovered briefly in the sky, long beats of his wings keeping him sustained in air.

He focused his gaze upon the group of ogres and dive bombed towards them. Pointing his sword out it burst in bright white flames. A cry of fury and battle came from Dragomir's throat as he soared towards the ogres. His stab into one of the ogres landed, and with great force knocked him off his feet. Blood spurted forth from his mouth as the fiery blade sank into the ogre's chest. With a loud thud the ogre fell limp from the powerful blow.

Dragomir stood up still having his wings spread to inspire fear into their eyes. He turned and charged another one, a swift cut across the ogre's throat and the wound erupted in red hot flames. Exploding his inner arteries and the combustive blast severing his spinal chord. A trick he had developed in his last years with the Stonebloods. Two down, three more to go.

They still held fear in their eyes as they looked upon a blazing equine. Dragomir stood tall and turned to face the ogres. Two had maces made from pure stone and the other had a battle axe. They unwittingly charged towards Dragomir, raising their weapons to strike Dragomir. Dragomir unsummoned his wings and with a resounding clatter of his armor he stood tall and firm. As the ogres neared Dragomir dodged their attacks as the two hammers came down erupting earth under its strong force. Dragomir heft his bastard sword and with a mighty swing of his blade, the dancing tongues of flame leech onto the ogre and spread down and latch onto the other two ogres. Spreading up from their feet. Dragomir's sword wrenched in the ogre's side, a tide of blood washing over Dragomir as he cleaved the ogre in half. Splashing over his torso.

The crackling flames and the sound of searing flesh echoed in Dragomir's ears, a sound he was familiar with. Dragomir focuses on the remaining two. Dragomir hear their screams as they shout out Fireslayer. They turn towards him with fear in their eyes. They both fall to their knees pleading for mercy. Dragomir advances towards them. He outstretched his open left hoof and summons forth more magic, the flames around one begin to swell and increase in heat. Not only burning flesh, but incinerating bones. The cries die down as nothing is left but ashes. The last remaining ogre watched as his comrade turned into ashes and flew on the wind. Fear and dread encompassed his vision as Dragomir continued his advance. Dragomir paid no mind to the blood that now stained the entire left half of his face and his torso. It only increased the fear in the ogre's eyes. Dragomir felt the fires on his eyes grow brighter.

The ogre dared not move and not even breath as the nightmare of his people stood before him, tears tried to form in his clenched eyes as he looked away. Dragomir caused the flames on his weapon to die and pressed the silver blade up to the ogre's neck. Flesh slightly seared under the steaming metal, causing the ogre to shiver in fear. Dragomir's voice peeled every piece of ferocity from the ogre and left nothing but a quivering baby as he said, "Now what business does a company of ogres such as yourself doing in my lands."

The ogre spat and sputtered as fear gripped his heart and soul. Dragomir released pressure from his sword and grabbed the ogre's thick neck with his hoof and began using telekinesis to choke the ogre. His windpipes easily formed to Dragomir's tight grip. Dragomir's fierce eyes he pulled the ogre's face inches away from Dragomir's own and his ferocious breaths beating onto the ogre's blemished skin. Dragomir growled with the fury of a thousand suns, "I have low patience with your kind. I will not ask again. Why. Are. You. Here!?"

The ogre's voice quavered as he asnwered, "We...we...we came here as a...as...as...a...as a scouting squad...we...we were to report back to...um...our chieftain...please...please that's all I know..."

Dragomir let go of the ogre and the ogre went into a coughing fit. Quicker than lightning Dragomir struck hard through the ogre's neck and with meat splitting apart, echoing over the wind, his head fell limply down and his body soon joining the decapitated head. As the blow connected a battle cry erupted from Dragomir and his breathing became heavy. He exerted much of his strength, it used to be a mystery as to where he got his strength from but that was answered as he found out that he was a son of Princess Luna. Brother to Dracula and Sunset Shimmer, his twin.

Dragomir looked up sullenly at the moon as he controlled his breathing and sheathed his sword in his back. The moon offering no peace of mind for the young unicorn warrior, not even clarity. The large pale maiden looking down upon him with an empty stare. He reached into one of his leather pockets on his belt and pulled out a cloth and wiped his face from the blood, revealing back his bright yellow and red coat. He breathing returned to normal as he put the cloth away. He pulled down his hood and cleared his mind, flooding with images of what has come to pass.

When he had awoken he had a mark on his left arm and his scars stung with an unbearable pain. A pain undefinable by any means, no words to describe the searing agony. The Mark of Shadows. Dragomir rested a hoof on the scar where the mark used to be. It pained him for weeks until Pyre told him of a solution he had in mind. He would offer his soul to heal the wound, the soul of a phoenix is capable of healing everything. Much like its feathers, but with much more potency. The immortal soul of a phoenix was said to be able only absorbed by those that are immortal themselves or share a special bond with a phoenix, of which Dragomir and Pyre had. Dragomir refused initially, he could not bear losing his closest friend. He can never forget Pyre's answer.

You don't need to live with this Drago. We had a good run together, but I can't see you like this. I am going to help you. Besides, don't think of it as me dying. Think of it as me always being with you. There's not a thing on this planet that I would not do for you. All I can say is thank you for all those years of friendship. Thank you.

Before Dragomir remembered anything else he heard the stirring of a pony waking up. Dragomir jumped at the sound, he quickly spun on his hooves and saw in a cage that Dragomir did not see before. Inside was the waking form of Rainbow Dash, that cyan coat and rainbow mane almost unmistakable. Dragomir quickly jogged over to the cage and knelt down getting on her eye level. He said, "Rainbow Dash?"

The mare looked at him and her eyes beamed as they laid on him. She resounded, "Dragomir! What are you doing here?"

Dragomir spoke the truth, "I was looking for you. We were all worried about you."

Dragomir broke the lock and opened the door. As soon as it opened Rainbow Dash pushed herself into his hooves and embraced him warmly. Dragomir was stunned, the once pure tomboyish and cocky stance of Rainbow Dash he knew before was gone. Replaced by one like Twilight or Rarity. But Dragomir eventually returned the friendly hug. Rainbow Dash was warm and her head nestled gently on Dragomir's shoulder. He felt accepted. He felt loved. He felt...no he barely knows this mare, those feelings could not be true.

Rainbow Dash pulled her self away slowly and said, "Wait. Where is everypony else?"

Dragomir replied in a more lively tone, "They are back in their respective kingdoms. I am sorry that they could not help find you, there has been tension rising between the two princesses and Luna has not been seen since her talk with Dracula."

Rainbow Dash listened and added in at the appropriate time, "What happened?"

Dragomir answered after a sigh, "Dracula is Luna's eldest son. And lets just say that words were exchanged between them that caused Luna to fly off. I do not know all of the details but...I do not wish to find out."

Rainbow Dash stared into Dragomir's eyes and her dark violet eyes were starry and filled with passion. She closed her eyes and slowly leaned in and gently planted her lips on Dragomir's. Dragomir was surprised but he did not show any resistance as he melted under the kiss. Dragomir lifted one of his hooves into her mane and after a few seconds Rainbow Dash pushed herself back and said, "I'm sorry but...I wanted to do that the first moment I saw you. I went too fast didn't I? I always..."

Before she could continue on her rambling Dragomir pulled her in for another kiss. She succumbed to the kiss and this one lasted much longer than the last. And after that Dragomir pushed himself back and said, "I had the same feelings. I am willing to give it a try Miss Dash. As long as you are."

Rainbow Dash smiled sheepishly, her usual confident demeanor dying away to a mare that lied underneath that rock hard exterior. Dragomir delighted himself at being the only one to see this side of her, it was refreshing knowing that there was the down to earth sort of mare.

Dragomir offered his hoof to her and they stood up together. Dragomir could not stop looking at her. His eyes fixated on her for what seemed like a lifetime. But he stopped once he noticed Rainbow Dash stand firm and tall, alert almost as if there was danger nearby. Dragomir asked as she moved her head in all directions, trying to find the source of danger, "What is it? What's wrong?"

Rainbow Dash answered her eyes still searching, "I think...I think there is somepony that is resurrecting bodies nearby."

"Is that good or bad?" Dragomir asked as well.

Rainbow Dash finished his last question, "Depends on who it is."

After what felt like hours of searching, they finally found what Rainbow Dash suspected was where the pony raised the dead corpses. Dragomir looked around the night filled grove and saw various open craters varying in size and shape. Some meant to hold one pony and others looked to hold piles. The soil crunched under Dragomir's hoofsteps, indicating that the soil was dead. Like the bodies that once resided there somehow killed the liveliness in the soil. The pale moonlight shined on the ground around them showing the dreaded empty graves.

Dragomir tried to sense if there was any magic nearby but it all felt ancient and old. But there was an air of freshness and renewed magic. It was an odd feeling that he had never felt before. It was not like the air around Living Shadow but similar to the air that Luna and Celestia carried. Aged with confidence. Yet, the air he was in at that moment was much older and held a weight behind it. Weighing heavily on Dragomir's lungs.

Dragomir looked to his companion, Rainbow Dash, she had her muzzle lifted slightly and was sniffing the air. Like she was a bloodhound finding its quarry, smelling the evening air to find its prey. Dragomir left her to find something as Dragomir looked around once more. The grove was dead and the trees split and dying. The Dead Woods. A section of the Whitetail Woods that was forgotten and rotted away. The spot where the Lost Battalion made their final stand.

The eerie feelings of that place sunk into Dragomir's skin and the usual peace that a battlefield was supposed to have, it was not there. He felt restless, shifty even. Like there was somepony watching him, all eyes on him. It was a creepy feeling. There was rarely a time that Dragomir would feel like this, his battle hardened mind usually did not allow such feelings to enter his mind.

Finally Rainbow Dash said to him, "I can't pick up a scent. Whoever was here made out like bandits."

"And raised some of the most powerful soldiers ever to be trained by the Equestrian military." Dragomir responded. His eyes shifting over the dead grove. Unease set in on him and just as he thought that nothing bad was going to happen he felt a cold whisper behind him.

The voice freezing every bone in his body, "You are trying to find bodies in empty graves. Why are you following us?"

Dragomir looked through the corner of his eye and saw a midnight blue pony with black ebony plate armor on. But his coat was not like a usual pony, it had a sheen to it and had blue mist coming off of the surface. He turned and quicker than lightning he drew his sword and pointed the tip at the strange pony's neck. The strange pony did the same to Dragomir. They held their swords close to each others necks. Dragomir however noticed many others like the strange pony come out of the shadows of the forest. All bearing different forms of weaponry.
Spears, swords, bladed bracers, and crossbows.

Dragomir heard Rainbow Dash approach them and he moved his gaze briefly to see her in her werewolf form. She was on all fours and had claws ready to strike barring her fangs. She threatened, "You harm him and you will have to face the full strength of the night."

Dragomir focused back at his opponent and the air felt heavy, who would make the first move. Dragomir felt every fibre of his being keeping himself at bay but he was soon going to start the fight. Before he could act upon his hardened senses he heard a soft and serene voice call out, "That is enough!"

Dragomir looked and saw Luna hovering down. With gentle flaps of her wings she landed and planted her hooves firmly on the ground. She stood in pure white scale plate armor, loosely fitted and looked to be snug as she wore it well. Her broadsword resting calmly in its sheath. Her eyes set upon the strange pony and said, "Lower your blade Dark Specter, there is no danger with this one."

Dark Specter lowered his sword but kept a hesitant gaze on Dragomir and said as the sword went in its sheath, "Yes my lady."

Dark Specter turned to Luna and bowed his head respectfully and walked off to the others like him and left Dragomir, Rainbow Dash, and Luna alone. Dragomir sheathed his bastard sword and looked at his apparent mother, emotions that he never felt before kindled inside of him. Luna let out a thoughtful breath and said shakily, "So...have you come to disown your mother too?"

Dragomir lifted his gaze and saw her hurtful eyes. Dragomir knew that there were no ways that could get him out of this trap. He stared at her bright aquamarine eyes and thrust her into a loving hug. Dragomir said to her, "I would never do such a thing to you mother. Dracula's life is filled with darkness and deceit, mine is not. I am overjoyed that I finally have a mother."

Luna warmingly accepted the embrace and replied with a hug of her own. She said with a warm tone, "I should have expected differently with you Dragomir. I should not have thought that you would feel the same as Dracula."

Dragomir pulled himself back and looked at her eyes and said, "Dracula will come around. While he is hurt he has a good heart. Don't worry."

Luna smiled and let go of her son. Dragomir let go as well and felt warmer. He knew who his mother was and is overjoyed by that fact. He lived so long not knowing who his real parents were. It was a strange but welcoming feeling. He stepped back and said, "What are you doing?"

Luna looked to the armored specters and said, "That is a simple question with a complicated question. It is a long explanation that I do not wish to share with you for now. For now, enjoy your company with your new found love. Just know that when the drums of war beat. Know which side you are on."

With that Luna turned and left. Dragomir made no movement to stop her. While his questions remained unanswered, he knew in his heart that they would be answered in time. She left with no trace and Dragomir turned to Rainbow Dash and said, "Alright. Are you ready to head back home?"

He lifted his hoof and Rainbow Dash took it in her own and said with a smile, "Like you can't even imagine."

Author's Notes:

The final update on Silent Dawn! Your welcome!

Anyways, epilogue done and now I can finish the other one offs and let the sequel come out. Yes soon the wave of hype will die and you can finally enjoy the sequel that I have promised you guys.

See you guys in the next story!
~Sylus~