The young Star Swirl tossed in his sleep, his mind a flutter with confusing dreams.
“Dearest Star Swirl you must stop experimenting with such powerful magic, one would hate to hurt oneself!...We would not wish to see you bring harm to yourself.”
“Princess I thought we had this discussion? There is no need to be so formal with me, you are my closest friend, and I yours. Can we not talk as equals my dear?”
“We have spoken this way since before you were born fair Star Swirl. It is tradition to speak as such.”
“As you wish my dear, but times are changing, and you would do well as to change with it.”
The vision of this apparent princess faded, leaving nothing but darkness. “Where am I?” the young colt said out loud.
You will be my greatest weapon Star Swirl, mark my words.
The voice boomed out of nowhere, the voice was deep, and carried an aura of immense power. “Who’s there!” he cried back his voice cracking . He shook from horn to hoof with fear.
You are and always will be the child of wonders, boy. You will be my greatest creation ever.
As the voice faded out a pair of ruby red eyes appeared in the darkness. They seemed to bore straight through to the young unicorn’s soul. He started backing up as the eyes appeared to be coming closer.
Forever burdened with their deaths, you will be mine Star Swirl.
“Mother! Father! Help me! I’m scared!” He dropped down and curled himself into a ball crying, for there was nothing else he could do as the eyes advanced upon him. They stopped, hovering in front of him like a pair of giant red fire flies.
There is no point in trying to deny the inevitable boy! You will be the cause of the war to come and nothing you ever do will stop it! Your knowledge is a weapon! And there will always be those willing to stop at nothing to control you for it! Join me now, and we will crush those in our way! We can stop this war and all the bloodshed! All you need to say is yes.
The eyes now bore down on him, unrelenting, and full of anger. All he could do was cry harder as the blackness swallowed him up, an evil booming laughter the only sound present in the forever silent realm of his inner conscience.
He bolted upright in bed, a cold sweat running down his mane. He was breathing heavily.
Thank goodness, it was only a dream. He thought to himself as his vision returned and the familiar shapes of his bedroom came into focus. The bookshelf crammed full of magic texts, his dresser with the burnt out candle, his desk with the parchment strewn all over the place, and an inkpot sitting well to close to the edge. I really should clean that up……nahh. He lay back down and fell asleep almost instantly. But this time his sleep was filled with dreams of happier times.
The light of the morning sun crept through his open window, golden pools of light forming around the bed. Star Swirl woke to the sounds of birds chirping, something he had always admired. A bird’s song was simply delightful, he had chronicled many hours as a boy, sitting in the forest outside of his parents estate, just listening. But his most treasured hobby was gazing at the stars. Nothing brought him greater peace than looking up at the stars on a clear night and drawing up maps of constellations, as well as making up a few of his own. He was still only a young colt, and was yet to get his cutie mark, the other ponies in town often made fun of him for not having one yet.
He pushed the thought aside, not wishing to be brought down by a few pompous colts. He sat up in bed, yawning as the memories of last night’s dream began to seep its way forward.It was just a scary dream Star, just a scary dream. It’s over now. He got out of bed and made his way to his desk, to write down the happenings of last night’s dream. It is best to write down what happened I think. He dipped his quill in the inkpot and quickly scribbled out the happenings of his nightmare. He gazed out through the window towards the mountains, so majestic and so…..starry mane? A tall Pegasus mare flew past the mountains, it was quite the distance away, but his eyes were no fools. He thought he could even make out a horn. But that’s impossible, the alicorn’s don’t exist. Father told me they were only a myth…Wait, I saw her in my dream. Does that mean everything in my dream will come true?! He looked back towards the mountains and saw nothing. Perhaps his eyes were just playing tricks on him. “Time to go do some more research.” And with that he gathered up a few scrolls of parchment, his quill and ink, the spyglass his father had made him and his personal diary and sketch book. He opened his window and jumped out onto the grass and sped off in the direction of the mountains with only one thing in mind: Finding that alicorn.
"Star Swirl, dear it's time for breakfast." his mother entered his room to find his bed a mess and parchment and quills strewn all over the floor. "Now where could he be..." she noticed the open window and a small note sitting on the sill.
Dearest mother and father
I have gone out for the day to explore and take notes, worry not for I will be back later for lunch.
Love Star
She giggled quietly to herself "oh that boy and his adventures, becoming more and more like his father every day." The golden unicorn smiled to herself and headed back downstairs to let her husband know that their beloved boy was up to his old antics yet again.
Authors notes: I was so moved by the story Regrets By Valorousspectre, that I decide Star Swirl needed a background, seeing as nopony really knew who he was except for twilight. So on a spontanious thought I decided to write his history. Hope you all enjoy and let me know how I went