Hey everyone! This is my first FanFic, so if it isn't too good, I apologise. If you enjoy this story, then please go check out Dark Sault's story: Flames of Darkness, as character(s) from that story, appear in this one. I also think him for permission to let me use said character(s). Enjoy and review!
The History of Fear
Chapter 1: A quill and parchment.
The candles burned brighter than ever in the ruined archaic castle's one remaining chamber. Fine penmanship at work, assisted by an ink coated quill and a fine piece of parchment. A single figure sat at a candlelit writing desk. The figure wrote at a steady pace, taking time to ensure the tidiness of his work. By now, you find yourself pondering on the identity of said figure. Well, rest easy, as it will soon be revealed. The parchment read the following:
Midnight Blaze.
We feel that we have not been entirely honest with thou. We have kept others in the dark and feel that it is time to shed some light on particular matters. We trust thy judgement, Blaze. Although we have only briefly spoken, we already know what kind of pony thou art. Therefore, we are entrusting thou with this information, as we trust nopony else. Thou art to keep all of this to thyself. Throughout the eons we have lived, we trusted few and thou art one of these very few. Now, we need to discuss important matters. We would like to discuss with thou... our past. Thou know very little of us. Nopony actually knows much about us, as we have never said anything to anypony about our past. All of this is important now, more than ever, as an ancient foe of mine arises from the abyss of death and we are not sure that we are able to defeat them alone. We hope that we have made the right decision.
Farewell,
Alkai, Spirit of fear.