Since birth I was moulded and regimented only to be a weapon for the Superintendent of the Freelancer organization. My magic; which allows me to delve into one's psyche, was beyond a skill or gift. It is power, and power is craved by all. Fear and the assortment of every attribute a being would need to achieve any goal they sought was perfected and abused for personal gain.
I never existed as a ranking agent, a spectre, a rumor was my existence in this world. I often questioned my duty and purpose in life. Was it to provide? To clash and triumph? There was more to me but was arcane.
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The Superintendent has been captured, I was involved with an experiment; Project Menial.
My abilities only enthralled while the others suffered from severe memory loss. Sever, who hunted his goal of freedom for his "brothers and sisters" had been removed from Honor Born.
Very little was lost however. Laceration, and elder though driven by Sever's dying wish, had much premeditated. A war on Equestrian soil against the princess with the capture of a mare by the name of Dream Catcher.
Dream Catcher alone was capable to lead the Chimera into a new age of life and luxury without the negativities of Equestrian antics. Her foal; an heir to elongate this life of bliss. At first I did not understand the autarch's obsession with her capture and again began questioning why I was to keep my distance. These questions were unlike memory, they did not linger.
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It seems I do not share the same desire as Laceration nor this New Sun rebellion. No. I desire only to test my skills against those who oppose the old stallion. I have been challenged by many, some not of the same species and all have fallen to nightmares. I was Sever's successor.
The Equestrians march, even now, towards my home to 'liberate' it. I will defend this city not because Laceration has ordered it so. But because it is home to thousands, many of which who have no choice but to stay.
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Autarch Laceration now in the hooves of those he sought to destroy. His last word with me was.. sudden. At birth, my sister and I were separated. She was left to fend for herself, until founded by the same stallion who trained me. A secret kept for so long because of fear, fear that I would eliminate any who attempt to mislead her into a life similar to mine.
I was taken off guard as I attempted to explain myself to Dream Catcher. A stallion and his fellow Eqiestrians had overwhelmed me, an indignity they will pay dearly for. Her mind has been obscured by their wanting, I will not allow her life to be further endangered of the corrupt.
A weak stallion would for those who oppose him to reveal themselves. Luckily for Dream Catcher I am not a weak stallion, I will find those who seek to do her harm and I will show them what true power looks like.