Chapter 1

I was sitting on my balcony. I had just raised the stars, and I was looking through my telescope at my moon, marveling at how long I had been imprisoned there. it was almost like a play, I was enveloped in my sadness, regret for what I had done, standing on my balcony. It even seemed like there was music playing in the background.

I soon realized the music was not a figment of my imagination. it was real. I began to follow the sound, whose pleasant cords took me to the Canterlot Sculpture gardens. There, sitting on a bench, was a Pegasus, with a dark blue coat, and a mane and tail of a lighter hue of blue, but with a stark white streak running through the middle. He was stumming what appeared to be a rather skinny guitar.

He began a new song, so I hid in the bushes, not wanting to disturb him.

Authors note. I will not have this mysterious stallion name the songs in this story. I don't want any readers to think he is a human, because these songs are human. he is not a human.

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Ah

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
Well, it surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more no!

Carry on,
You will always remember
Carry on,
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry,
Don't you cry no more,

No more!

He stopped his song, and without turning to face me, he said

"Princess, you can come out of those bushes now." he said it in a somewhat sad tone. I left my spot in the bushes and joined him on the bench. He said to me, " Why were you spying, Princess?"

"I heard your music, and I wanted to find the scource. Your music is very good."

" thank you, princess, I reckon I should be leaving now." he said, as he packed up his instrument and began to leave.

"Why are you leaving?" I asked.

"Ive been in canterlot for too long."

"What do you mean? surely you have friends here who would miss you!" This apparently struck a soft nerve, for he tensed up, and he looked at the ground.

"What is wrong, my subject?" I asked.

"I don't believe in friendship."

This hit me like somepony had picked me up and thrown me against the wall.

"What is your name?" I asked him. hoping the plan I had come up with would work.

" my name is midnight." he said as he left me on the bench.

authors notes. for the very few of you who have been following my other story, from equestria with love, I am sorry, but I have dug my self into a plot hole and haven't found a way to get out, so I have canned that story for now. thanks again.