The story of Damien

"I loved her….I trusted her….and she….she betrayed me. This will not stand." These were the final words he muttered to himself before he lost the battle and was imprisoned for one thousand years. But that's not how we see him, now is it? He's such a misunderstood one, hurt and broken beyond by repair, his emotional pain driving him to insanity, and it's all because of one pony. Celestia. This is the story of a once-normal pony and his love for the manipulative tyrant. This is the story of Damien.


One thousand years ago, ponyville didn't exist. The land where it exists today was simply another part of "The Kingdom." The royal family had been in power for as long as anyone could remember, ruling with compassion and understanding. No pony, Earth, Air, or Magic, was treating wrongly. The pony citizens were enamored with their generous leaders. The king David, his queen Ambrosia, and their son Damien ruled the lands, spreading joy and love to all of their loyal citizens.

The royal family was not a family of Alicorn's as they are today. They were but simple Earth ponies harboring no magic whatsoever. They were just as normal as their citizens. That is, until the twins came to town.

The twins were unlike anything any of the ponies had ever seen: Both with horns and wings. This immediately struck the kingdom with shock, leading them to drive the two out of town. Fearful and begging, the two were not run out or killed, but led before the royal family.

The King and Queen were shocked. These were nothing more than little fillies! No parents around, they had been abandoned and lost, living on the edge of starvation. It was decided immediately that these poor creatures be adopted into the family and were now royalty, and this, is where our story truly begins.


"Mom! Mom look! Luna's flying!" Damien yelled, giggling. The young Alicorn flapped her wings tremendously and lifted a few inches off the ground.

"I am flying! I really am! Just like Lesti!" Luna cheered.

Hearing the sudden commotion, Celestia (Lesti for short) barged into the room, wings flared. "Oh. You learned how to fly. Well, it was only a few days after I did so I guess you did okay." She offered an encouraging smile.

"I can't wait to fly all over the kingdom! I'm going to help every pony I can and I'll be the best queen ever!" Luna said, whinnying.

"Now now, you're still a princess Luna. You can be queen after I'm king you silly filly." Damien said cheerily. "But I can bet you'll be the best queen ever. Right after mom, that is." He finished, chuckling.

"Well, I will be a wonderful queen I'm sure. But only after you Luna. After all, you are older than me…" Lesti muttered.

"Of course you will be too! Maybe someday we can rule together!" Luna giggled, her little wings still flapping in the small room.

"I'm sure that'll happen Luna…" Lesti muttered and walked out.

Once the young alicorn left the room, Damien turned to Luna. "What's with her? Since she came here she's always had an edge to her…is it the way we're treating her?" Damien asked the younger pony.

Luna looked a bit uncomfortable but answered, "No, she really does like it here, she's just…I don't know. She's upset. I think she misses our old home. Well, before it was destroyed."

All the family knew was that the twins came from a faraway land and that their home was destroyed. They seemed unwilling to talk about it and Damien nor the King and Queen wanted to push the question, thus pushing the little fillies even farther away from them.

"Well, when you feel comfortable will you tell me what really happened? You know you can trust me." Damien said earnestly.

"Of course I can trust you silly. You're my adopted brother. Just…I need some time. We both do. It wasn't good what we went through, but I can assure you that I trust your kind now." She finished, smiling up at Damien.

My kind…Damien thought. I wonder what she means by that. But he only smiled and nuzzled the little filly. She would be a wonderful ruler. That is what should have happened. Sadly, things don't always go according to plan.