The Curse of the Silver Light - Tales of a Millennium Entry II

[Colt 555]

Tales of a Millennium Entry II

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The Curse of the Silver Light

 

The night, that time bathed in darkness and peaceful silence which directs the symphony of dreams, the instance where the stars bless our eyes with their dazzling existence and the wind can dance among the living with tunes of rejuvenating chill. The moment when all life seems to rest and that is crowned by the silver light of the moon itself. And that’s how it used to be, that’s how it should be, although this world has proven to be far from how it should and the night has suffer of this rule as me and you . Ever after the great change the silver light caries the gaze of the banished one down to our land and with it her grudge has nourished every night an ill purpose.

 

It’s no secret that the mare in the moon gazes upon the land from her prison on the Silver Star. As this is true her tainted heart turn the once princes of the night into the bringer of eternal darkness. Put as no pony can now recall her punishment faded the night bright, after all just those whose heart is attached to beauty of the dark are able to bring its glory by dusk. Not even with all her might ruler of daylight missed to create a perfect dark time.

 

As the years passed on the facts became tales, as the decades went on the story became legend, and as the day brought with her magic night the grudge took its toll on the souls that called the hours of darkness their life. Shadow lurkers and the obscure silhouettes s could felt the void left by their princess and some of her worshipers mourned their entire live time its banishment.

 

Just as our land of Equestria is full devotees for the sun there were some before the great change that lived attached with love and wonder to the glowing moon that showed her at night without fail. Creatures that longed during their day dreams for that gentle glow to bring their live back once more, for singing to her with howls, to dance around her with wings, to speak with her with thoughts. Children of the night that love her reigning queen of light an beauty and that realized that something distorted their unreachable lover after the great change went casting its rule and law.

 

For them the banishment of the princess was the spark igniting the flames of decay, some of them grew afar from the silver star, feeling in their cores that her light was not as bring and her glint not as warm, but those whose wonder and love was engraved inside their hearts were condemned to be corrupted by the rancor and rage their captive mare in the moon stored within and shown every night. It all started as their passion then turned into an obsession and ended like their sole purpose to live. They could only move at night, searching the skies for her queen and it’s bright. They would not age but their spirits crumbled to dust and their eyes bleach to a clear empty alabaster reflecting their pale hearts and its now hollow minds, only living for her light, only living by her might.

 

For centuries they wait each night for her beloved to rise, becoming prisoners alike with the once princes of the dark each one captive in their own body victims of their own need, wicked of a curse long ago in deed. Their scales bleach, their hide wither, their gaze turn to silver, their bodies feed on the rage and sorrow the mare in the moon imprint on the shine, turning them into feral vestiges of their old once peaceful beings. Each night feed them more, each night curse them more, each night they needed more, for the nights of a thousand years they stayed immovable, nonexistent, missing from a world they long ago left behind.

 

They became part of the legends of the night, populating the ill dreams of the pony kind, the foals were frightened by their stories and their guardians terrified by the chance one of them could strike their land. The all whites are fangs are waiting, their claws kept sharp to the moment their bodies would move and they could follow their princes of the dark.

 

Those fear were firmly established as a few of the white have awakened this dream of non existence, way too late, way too far from what they used to be. As foul beast they hunger for the light of her beloved, embraced by a uncanny strength nourished by the rage of endless nights of anguish. These great white monsters only stopped their frantic search when consumed by their own hunger as they are not able to find her beloved never again in the sky.

 

Stories of the encounters of the whites with town’s caravans and travelers spread though the lore and history of the realm. Many times there is no soul able to testify such brutal collide and only their path of havoc could bare evidence of their acts. Still there were those who could survive those white faces of death and brought their spoils of terror spreading the legend of those vile raging beasts.

 

The whites are now remains of a legend once told some of them have even turned into dust but the blight of their existence lives on those who remain will be kept out from this world to feed on the curse of the silver light in their endless cycle of inexistence, until the at the longest day of the millennia the foretold stars gather too welcome the princess to this world once more and casting the curse out of her sons.

But that is indeed a different tale

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This is the second entry of the Tales of a Millennium - Fanfic Project.
All about this project is right here on this topic.

English is not my native language so please if I in any way this is not understandable or well written tell me so to fix and improve. Also bring the criticism to the comments and help me get better.
Thanx for your time reading this Edited January 24, 2013 by Colt