I should point out, i did this story on '750 words' and so the chapters may not align that well.

"G'night Nightlight!" Nightlight's friend Comet Tail called. "Good night!" Nightlight called back.

The light blue, twenty-something unicorn stallion was sitting in the Canterlot royal library, the very one that Princess Celestia visited herself! But since Nightlight was Celestia's prize student, she allowed him to visit. 'Now, where is that book on time travel?' He thought to himself. He was normally a very diligent student, always trying to do his best. He didn't have a lot of friends, mainly because he was too engrossed in his studies to make friends with anypony. Another reason could be that he didn't feel he needed friends. Starswirl the Bearded didn't, why should he? After about five more hours of study (which totaled eighteen total, for the day.), he finally decided he had better head home. He flipped the light off, made sure everything was as he left it, and set off for home...

In the streets of Canterlot... Nightlight soon came to the door of his apartment building, it was a nice place, partially funded by the Princess so that Nightlight could focus more on his studies (even though Celestia thought he spent WAY too much time studying). He opened the flap on his saddlebags and, after shuffling though some books, finally found the key. He was just about to open the door when he heard somepony scream, really close, causing a shiver to go through his spine. 'That's odd.' He thought, he hadn't heard anypony in Canterlot scream like that before. Curiosity getting the better of him, he let his saddlebags slide off him, he then trotted down the steps and looked down the alley right of his apartment: Just the trash can. Maybe he was- suddenly there was a large CRASH! He whirled around: Still the trash can. He crept slowly over to the left of his apartment, and what he saw horrified him: There, standing on his hind legs was a large stallion pressing against another pony. The other pony, no more than a filly, was gasping for air from the pressure the stallion exerted on her. "Give it up if you don't want some serious pain!"

"N-no!" The filly screamed. The stallion pulled his right foreleg back, about to punch the stuffing out of the filly. Nightlight stared in horror, and realized he had to do something. For some stupid reason, he rushed at the stallion at full force and somehow managed to knock him down, releasing his grip on the filly. The filly scampered off to the front of the apartment building and watched the scene unfold. The stallion quickly got to his hooves and lunged at Nightlight, but unfortunately for him, Nightlight was superb at magic. He instantly used a teleportation spell and disappeared then reappeared behind the stallion. Before the stallion could react to the disappearance, Nightlight used his magic and and launched the stallion into next week, also known as the trash can across the street. Nightlight saw the young mare and rushed to her, "Upstairs! I'm not sure how long he'll stay there!" The filly paused, then nodded her head. Nightlight grabbed the keys from his fallen saddlebag and shoved it in the- what the?! Why didn't it go in?! Nightlight soon discovered it was the wrong key and frantically flipped through and finally found the correct key. he shoved it in the lock with his magic and this time it went in! He turned it and bolted up the stairs with the filly in tow.

"I'll kill you!" The stallion shouted.

The sudden shout nearly made Nightlight stumble on one of the stairs. He regained his balance and continued going up, hearing the hoofsteps of the filly close by. Soon he reached his apartment and realized: "The key!" Nightlight frantically looked around, he couldn't go downstairs, that stallion would kill him, suddenly he remembered the teleportation spell. His horn glowed a red hue and instantly the two ponies were teleported in to the apartment. "Come out, come out, where ever you are!" The mugger shouted, "I know you're here somewhere!"

Nightlight kept the light off, so that the mugger couldn't see where they were. Soon the stallion began kicking the doors, an occasional shout erupting afterward. Sweat began to pour down Nightlight's forehead, his breathing heavy. He could hear the filly occasionally give out a small whimper, her breath heavy as well, but she was farther back in the room so the mugger couldn't hear. Soon the loudest door kicking came, and it sounded like it came from next door!

"What's the meaning of this?!" A male voice boomed. Nightlight smiled, 'Oh boy, that dude's in trouble.' The male's voice was Nightlight's landlord, who was a retired guard for Celestia, he was even her personal guard at one point! "Where's that little punk?!" The mugger asked.

"Punk? The only punk I see is you, go take a hike." The landlord sternly commanded.

"Outta my way old timer, I've got a score to settle."

"Alright, you leave me no choice..." After a few hard sounding hit there was finally a loud THUD! but Nightlight wasn't sure who had one! Had the mugger won? Or- "You alright Nightlight?" Nightlight and the filly breathed a sigh of relief, and soon Nightlight opened the door. "Thanks, Mr. Roadblock."

"Sure, man, though, you don't seem the type to be gettin' involved in something like that."

"Well... I saw a filly gettin' beat up and I guess I sorta saved her."

"Oh,"

The young mare walked over to Nightlight and weakly told him, "Thank you, so much."

"Aw..." Nightlight blushed, "It was nothing."

"No, it wasn't, you risked your life to save me, I really appreciate it."

"Well, you're welcome."

"Do you need somepony to take ya home?" Roadblock asked. The mare turned her head away from the stallions,

"I-I don't have a home, I left my parents to come here."

"Oh," Nightlight understood, "I- didn't realize."

"I-it's Okay, it was just a stupid foal mistake." Tears began to fill her eyes.

"Well, I'd better leave you two alone." Roadblock told the young ponies. Nightlight flipped the light (he he) on and closed the door. He then turned his attention to his guest. She was a unicorn, and appeared to be about seventeen or eighteen, she had a white coat, and a pink mane.

"T-thank you for your help," The unicorn told Nightlight, "I guess I had better get going."

"Oh, alright, but, do you think I could ask you your name?"

"I'm Twilight Velvet."

"Oh, that's a pretty name."

Twilight Velvet blushed, "Thank you, and your name is Nightlight?"

Said stallion smiled, "Yeah, my great-grandfather was called 'Nightlight' and my parents thought it was a good idea."

"Well, I think it's nice. 'Twilight' is an old family name, my grandma was named 'Twilight' and my mother was 'Twilight Star'."

"Oh, I see." In reality Nightlight was trying to stall Twilight from leaving as long as possible, mainly because he wasn't sure if somepony else might come after her. Then he noticed something, "That's a beautiful necklace." He said. And indeed it was; it was made of silver, and in the center was a purple diamond in the shape of six-pointed star, with the top and bottom points extended farther then the rest.

"Thank you, my grandma gave it to my mom, and my mom gave it to me," Twilight sighed before continuing, "Before she died."

"Oh," Nightlight dug his hoof into the ground, "I'm so sorry."

"I miss her," A tear began to streak down Twilight's cheek. "I-I'm sorry," Nightlight told the mare, though mentally kicking himself for bringing up something that seemed to affect the pony deeply. "It's Okay, that's one reason I came to Canterlot, I was hoping to get away from all the bad memories Ponyville had."

"Really? So, what was the other reason?"

"W-well... Promise me you won't laugh?"

"I promise."

"Well, ever since I was a little filly I wanted to be a singer, and I thought 'if I can make it in Canterlot, I can make it anywhere'. Though let me tell you it ain't easy, I've been trying to see somepony to audition me but I can't find anypony. I meet with another pony tomorrow, I just hope I didn't wear my voice out doing all that screaming."

"I see, do you think, maybe I could hear some?" Nightlight asked hopefully.

"Do you really want to?"

"Yes, though I need to warn you that I'm not the best pony when it comes to judging songs."

"Okay, well..." Twilight cleared her throat, and began to sing. The song is very hard to describe by human standards, someponies couldn't even tell you what it meant, but Nightlight did. It was an ancient unicorn song that was sung during the Fall Festivals. Only one unicorn would be chosen each year to sing it. It was considered to be a song of thanksgiving, for what had been received and what was to come. Nightlight had never heard a unicorn who could sing the song as well as this young mare had. After what felt like only moments to Nightlight, the song ended. "That was beautiful." He told her.

"Thank you, my mom taught it to me when I was little, and she used to sing to me before I went to sleep." Twilight looked over at the clock and saw that it was past two o'clock in the morning, "I had better get going, can't be falling half asleep while singing tomorrow."

"I suppose you're right, would you like me to take you?"

"Nah, it's close by."

"So where do you live?"

"I live near the park." Nightlight gave her a puzzled look.

"Well, it's more like I live in the park." Nightlight was alarmed, he couldn't let her sleep in the park! Much less live there, he had to think of something, then an idea came! It was a bit risky, but he was sure Princess Celestia wouldn't mind, not to mention that he had heard a rumor... "Twilight, would you mind sleeping here for the night? I think I have somepony that might be willing to help you."

"Nah, that's real nice of you but I couldn't, you've done so much for me and-"

"I insist, what kind of gentlemen would I be if I turned away my guest?"

Twilight smiled and caved, "Alright, I'll sleep on the couch."

"And sneak away while I'm asleep in my room? Not a chance, you sleep in my room and I'll sleep on the couch."

"But-"

"The bathroom's down the hall on the left, goodnight." Nightlight told Twilight before teleporting a blanket and pillows on the couch. "But, I don't mind the couch, really, this is your place and-" "You're my guest, which means you sleep in my room." "Ugh! Fine, but- Uh-oh."

"What's wrong?" Nightlight asked Twilight.

"I think I left my stuff in the park, darn it!"

"Look," Nightlight began, "I'll get it, I don't want you leaving here and who-knows-what happening to you,"

"But-"

"No buts," Nightlight walked over to the door and opened it, "Now, what does it look like?"

"Oh, it's lavender and, heavy." Twilight nervously giggled.

Nightlight was about to leave when the mare's words made him curious, "Lavender?"

"Yyeeahh..."

"Wouldn't it just be easier to say purple?"

"No, because lavender is not purple, purple is much darker. Lavender is more pinkish, and my favorite color."

"Whatever, I'll be back shortly, just please don't leave?"

"Okay," Twilight smiled, "Ya know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on me."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I doubt it. But, if it makes you feel any better, I doubt I'd fall in love with anypony."

"Suuurre." Twilight winked at him and walked off towards the bathroom, Nightlight then closed the door and headed out for the park. Nightlight chuckled, him? In love? not gonna happen, he was to busy with his studies to be in love.

The park... Nightlight wasn't normally one to get scared easily, but he had to admit, the park definitely looked creepier in the night. He looked around for the bench, soon he found one and rushed towards it. Nothing. He looked off behind him and saw that the farthest one away from him had something underneath it, could it be? Nightlight rushed towards the bench and pulled the bag out. It was purple, or lavender, never mind. It was the right bag and Nightlight happily threw it on his back. "Oaf!" And was nearly crushed under it's weight. 'This is going to be a long walk.' Nightlight thought to himself.

Back at his apartment... Nightlight stumbled into the living room, out of breath. He slipped the bag off his back and stumbled onto the couch. He looked around for Twilight but didn't hear her, he soon heard the sound of water rushing through pipes and deduced that she was taking a shower.

After a few minutes the bathroom door opened with a slightly damp Twilight emerging. "Hay, I hope you don't mind that I took a shower, figured I musta stunk after sleeping in the park."

"I don't mind, and yes, you did stink."

Twilight playfully punched Nightlight.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Never, EVER, tell a lady she stinks."

"But you just admited that you stank."

"I know, but you still should never tell that to a lady." Twilight sat down next to Nightlight and put her foreleg on the back of the couch, "So... what does I pony like you do for fun?"

"Well, I enjoy learning magic from Princess Celestia, and I-"

"Wait, you're a student of Princess Celestia?"

"Yes..."

"W-wow," Twilight began to scratch the back of her head, "I-I'm sorry for making fun of you, I-"

"I appreciate the apology, but it's alright, I forgive you."

"Oh," Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, "Whew! I was worried you'd have me hung or something."

"Oh, no, just made my slave." Nightlight teased, to which Twilight answered with another light punch. "So, tell me more about yourself Nightlight, besides being Celestia's student."

"Well..." Nightlight began telling her about his studies, some of the highlights of his life (the highest being an moment he had when he was looking out the window in the tallest room in the castle, last Tuesday) and his parents and how he became Celestia's star student.

"Neat," Twilight yawned "A bit boring-"

"Boring?!"

"Well, yeah, seriously, you've never done anything exciting?"

"I just told you I was in the tallest room in the castle-"

"Well, yeah, and you did save my life,, but seriously, that's pretty much it. You need to live a little, man."

"Maybe..." Nightlight thought about that for a few moments, then looked at the clock, "You had better get on to bed, it's late."

"Late?" Twilight looked at the clock, "Oh my gosh! You're right, Oh well. So where do you keep the sheets for the couch?"

"I thought I went over this, you're sleeping in my bed."

"No, it's fine I can-"

"No buts, you're sleeping in my bed and that's final, goodnight Twilight Velvet." Twilight gave him a half-smile, and nodded, "Good night Nightlight, and, thanks."

"Sure," Twilight gave him a full smile, and then walked to his/ tonight her room. Nightlight sat on the couch a few more moments after Twilight had turned out her light, something was eating at him. When he had first rescued Twilight he hadn't thought to much about her, but after spending a few hours together he felt odd, something he had never felt before. He had actually ENJOYED talking with her. He had never really enjoyed talking with anypony other than Twilight Sky, 'Hmm, I wonder if they're related...' Shrugging all of his thoughts off, he went to the hall closet and put a sheet on the couch with his magic. He then lay on the sheet and put a blanket over him, soon drifting off to sleep...

The next morning when he awoke, he glanced at the clock, it read 8:45. 8:45?! He was late 15 minutes late! Nightlight bolted out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, he grabbed his toothbrush, squeezed out as much toothpaste as he could (which was insanely difficult because it was low), put it on the toothbrush, and brushed his teeth. He then grabbed his brush and attempted to get rid of his bed head, more like a FAILED attempt. He finally gave up and bolted out the door to get to the castle.

At the castle... Nightlight swung open the doors, seeing his mentor instantly struck fear into him, she then turned to him! "Good morning, Nightlight, how are you?" "I-I'm sorry I'm late Princess, I was helping a young mare who was being beaten up by a mugger next to my apartment last night and I let her stay at my house and I slept late and I'm really really sorry." "Oh," Celestia smiled, "It's fine, and it sounds like it was for a worthwhile cause." "P-Princess?" "You put another pony's safety ahead of you're own, that's worthwhile cause, don't you think?" "W-well..." "Besides, I think you've been deserving a day off." "Really?" "Of course." "Then, thank you." Nightlight was about to leave when he remembered something important, "Princess? May I discuss something with you?" "Of course, what is it?" "Well, the mare I assisted is homeless, and she has an aspiration to sing. And since I heard you were looking for another singer in the coir, I figured." "Let her tryout?" "Yes," "I'll see what I can do." She winked at him. "Thank you Princess,"