Prologue: In The Darkness

He felt proud of his timing. Just as he reached Ponyville, the sun was well below the horizon. To further his luck, the night was cloudy, preventing the light of the stars and the moon from penetrating to the ground. In the darkness, barely anything could be seen. As he walked the streets silently, he looked at all of the buildings, hoping to find a nice one. The houses he passed all disappointed him. Finally, he found one to his liking. From his perspective, it appeared to be entirely in a tree. Excited, he quickly started to gallop, but in the process, he tripped over his own cloak. As he fell, he could feel the fabric fly off of his body. His heart raced as he tried to find the cloak in the darkness. Helping him his entire journey, the black color of his cloak became a disadvantage. Once he retrieved it, he glanced sharply at the houses around him, but thankfully, nothing was disturbed. He tightened the cloak across his neck and made sure it covered his full body length. He always became worried when ponies asked why he had his cloak, but he would always lie to them by saying it was related to my cutie mark. He reached the house within the tree, Would it technically be a tree-house?, he thought. His horn glowed as he used magic to silently open the door. The pony crept inside as he closed the door behind him. He could hardly see his own hooves in the darkness. After walking aimlessly around the room, he found a spot between two large bookcases, and went to sleep.