Death of Grief
Prologue
As the hooded figure walked through the streets in the center of Canterlot, he began to feel the itch of paranoia. He knew that if he failed his mission, it could mean the downfall of the Order, but if he succeeded, then their plan would go forward, and the Order could finally restore balance to this troubled world of Night. At the thought of this, he smiled.
The stallion was whipped back from his thoughts of a world of sun as he realized that he had reached the castle gates. The reports from their spies within stated that the debriefing of his target would end at about midnight. As he watched, the gates of the castle opened and a gray coated creature that resembled a pegasus with larger wings and a double set of fangs exited. The stallion smiled. Right on time.
Author's Note: If you have read this, thank you. Please, if you have any suggestions or criticisms, post a review or PM me. Also open to any suggestion as to where this story should go.
