The humans called me murderer. Freak. Monster.

My people called me warrior. Heir. Hero.

Them? The ponies? Her?

Friend. Family. Lover.

It's been a long time since anyone ever called me that, and it's even stranger with "love". But can they know me truly? Can I trust them with the truth? And more importantly… can I protect them from the truth?

…from myself?

Thanks to Panzertank for the cover art!

Oh night of Storms what hast thou brought?
An outsider so different yet so alike.
Oh lord of Change what hast thou caught?
A Paragon of Storms by thunder’s strike.

A Golden Empire Shining Bright.
The ruler benevolent and kind.
A Republic for those who love the Night.
The leader with a presence of mind.

Oh night of Storms what shall we do?
Don’t give in to hate, don’t give in to fear.
Oh lord of Change would you give us a clue?
A Paragon of Storms is growing near.

Is this a tale about one who fell?
When it comes only time will tell.

(Sonnet of the storm, written by unknown year 264 Celestial rule)

I believed that I knew how the universe worked. That my purpose in life was to enjoy it to the fullest and not look back. Not a bad life if you ask me although it seems the universe had other plans. On one night all that I knew took a drastic turn. Not only did I find myself in completely different world separated from my quiet life I found myself in that world. Armed with my foolish pride, my hidden self, alien knowledge and the art of deception I took my first steps on a journey with no end in sight...