I am she who walks alone through the night to aid those who seek me. Long has this duty been mine, and I feel I must speak of what it is I have seen and done.Come all of you who dream, and listen to the musings of The Dreamweaver.

"My name is Kevin, and I'm twenty-two years old. Walking home one night, some ^($&er called The Creator sucked me into some sugar-bowl hellhole called Equestria, full of talking magical *#$^ing ponies. I mean, what the hell man. I must be ^&$^ing cooky."

Warning:
If cursing, glaring stereotypes, and total disrespect for anything and/or anyone in the name of mockery offends you, this aint the story for you.

My name is Ombra della Lama. I am the one who works in the darkness to serve the light. I am an Assassin, and this is my story.

Cover image by chaos-dark-lord.

Side fic written by StormDaDrains Here.

War is a terrible thing that has no place in the Equestrian universe, so what happens when they do it anyway?

Credits:
Idea and original work: Daerthrahl
Editing and some rewriting: Vedavyasa

This is, essentially, my "cover version" of Daerthrahl's story, done with full permission of the original author of course.

After a horrible accident, Luna is forced to resort to drastic measures in order to save Twilights life. While unconscious, Twilight meets a powerful stallion who claims to be responsible for death, sleep, and all other states of unconsciousness. He turns out to have quite a tale to spin for her, and what he reveals may well be the undoing of one thousand years of harmony.

And so, the rewrite has begun.