Luna's SongIn the cold brisk airI sat, unawareA soft glint in my hairOf the moonlightMy heart filled with fearIn my eye, a small tearAs I waited hereIn the moonlightI was cast from my homeBy the sister of mineNow I cry all aloneFor the rest of timeWill I ever be loved?Must I always be feared?Can you hear me now?Can you see my tears?Oh, sister so pureWhy must I endureWill I ever be curedOf your sunlight?Must I sit here in shameWhile they fear my nameIs this just a gameIn your sunlight?I just wanted to beLoved just like youBut you simply shunned meWhat do you want me to do?Will I ever be loved?Must I always be feared?Can
Daren Ch 3I remember...I was walking through the forest with Anon. We were chatting away happily. I had just gotten my first chance to prove myself as a true hero. "But it's true! He seriously said that some chicken came in and turned that cow into stone!" My teenage self laughed. "Have you ever even heard of such a thing?""Well, hopefully it's true, otherwise he has you going on a wild goose chase." Anon walked beside me, not quite as amused as I was. She probably felt that I was wasting my time with this. "Yeah... but wait, if it wasn't some magic chicken," I giggled slightly, "The what was it? I mean something had to turn that cow into stone! C
Daren Ch 2Daren sat in his room, staring at the paper. He wanted to write, but his mind was drawing a blank. He just wasn't sure what to write about, since he had so many memories and thoughts buzzing through his head. He shut his journal and decided to go outside for some fresh air to clear his mind. He grabbed his brown cloak and left.He walked the streets of Ponyville, a strange feeling growing in his core. It was like a sort of premonition that something was going to happen. A few of the civilians gave him a cheerful, "Hello!" as he passed, though he tried his best to pretend he hadn't heard them. He really didn't feel like dealing with anypony ri
Daren Ch 1My name is Daren. I have been assimilated with dark magic, becoming what is known as a shadow pony. It has been three hours since I woke up this morning, dizzy and disoriented in some cottage with bandages around my bleeding head. I feel like I just woke from a nightmare, and my mind is in pieces. My memories are mixed up with some parts missing, some altered, and some that are very possibly fake. I feel I should attempt to figure out the real from the fake as soon as I can. I'm not sure why I'm here, whose home this is, or whether or not the owner of the home is hostile. I figure its best not to stay. I doubt I could fight in this condition.
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