As I trotted down the road, contemplating the meaning of my dream, I caught a song on the wind. Birds, singing in harmony to make an excellent piece at the Celebration was the next thing I noticed. They all sat on a tree before a mare, a mare who was the personification of natural beauty. I stood there, entranced by her voice as she sang along with them, flowing with the music. Her mane drifted like flower petals in an autumn breeze. 'Her bal-wait? WHAT?! oh... it's a colt... OK. i can live with that... no. I can't.'
"Barb, is there a mention on the music?" I hung my head, knowing that I would get a confirmation on the stallion before me.
She scratched behind her left ear-fin, "Yeah, there should be a stall...ion. oh. that's what has you hung up right? you thought it was a she for a second, right?" she bent forward, patting my head in mock pity, with a smile that told of years of heartless behavior. "There there, we all make that mistake every now and then. You just need a good pat on the head and a swift kick IN THE FLANK!" she gripped my ear, and with seeming ease, pulled my head up and yelled that last part into my ear, scattering the birds and making the colt to drop like a rock as his wings locked up.
"OW! Barb! Why'd you do that? You could've ripped my ear off!" I rubbed the offended appendage wincing slightly as I felt a bead of blood trail down the back of my neck. "Watch the claws there Barb, you need to stop trying to file them to razors, OK?"
"IS THAT A BABY DRAGON?!"
With enough force to make a ditch, I was forced into a tree, breaking it on impact. A ringing permeated my hearing as I lay there, slowly realizing that it had been a yellow and pink blur that had thrown me into said tree. casting a quick spell, I restored my body to its' former state. A spell following that bled me magically dry as I prepared to go ballistic on said blur. I slowly rolled over and stood back up. The surrounding area had gone nearly silent as I looked over to where I knew the stallion would be.
The noise coming in an incessant stream I could barely make out. I felt the shadows bending towards me as I locked in on the figure crouched before Barb, who stood there grinning ear-fin to ear-fin till she caught sight of me. I could smell the fear rolling off of her. I slowly made my back onto the trail, Barb shakily raising a claw at me, stopping the pegasus from continuing his rant. As if sensing a predator, he ducked down, trying to make himself smaller. A niggle of fear dripped from him. I slowed and stopped behind him, making his ears flatten. The drop became a flood as I stood there, soaking in the negative emotion. Slowly, like a foal caught with a hoof in the cookie jar, he looked behind himself. His eyes shrunk to pin-pricks as he looked at me.
Perhaps it is time I told you a bit about myself. I have had a bit of a problem with anger in my past. Now, with any normal unicorn, you have magical flares that lessen with age. I'm not normal. You see, the day Solaris had chosen me as a student, I had what a unicorn calls a 'Nova'. In essence, a Nova is like a orb of magic that has no output, it draws more and more magic to it like a strong magnet. Novas are reserved for sixth tear unicorns. As said orb of magic begins to grow in diameter, it begins to flare out. Pure and uncontrolled, indirected magic causes some strange things to happen around it. But, like a star, it begins to change its' core. Now the core of a Nova acts like a ground and a battery at the same time due to the fact that unicorns have horns and can somehow draw environmental magic to themselves. The unicorn who first witnessed a Nova when his college had attempted to direct emotion into a spell. They both died. Emotions and magic have a bad time playing nicely together. It starts as an orb from the tip of the horn and envelops the caster, making them, in essence, a time bomb. See why the first two died? the magical fallout had to be cleared in order to get to their notes, which were somehow intact.
My trial had changed me in a sever way, it opened a door that no unicorn was meant to open. Like my namesake, I became the last light of day, the first rays of morn, and the Eternal Dusk. I felt the light, I needed the shadow... I nearly killed an Alicorn. I fed upon the sun, drank in the darkness... it was... amazing. In that moment when Artemis came in to 'remedy' the situation, I turned on him. his power was like a-a... really good cup of hot cocoa.
I drank, not even realizing what i was doing. With that, my Nova achieved double mass corona, solidifying my changes. Had the event played out any differently, Canterlot would have been the second Badlands, or another addition to the Everfree forest. But, thankfully Solaris knew how to properly defuse and pull back the magical 'flare out' I had experienced and taken me under his wing as his personal student. with the event under control finally, we noticed the cooing of a baby dragon from the wreckage of the cart. Barb had been my present and responsibility ever since.
With the last memory rolling away, I noticed my surroundings and found the two cowering in the middle of the road. The look the poor stallion was giving me reminded me enough of one of the instructors to momentarily snap me out of it. With practiced movements, I released my pent up energy. I hung my head and walked past him, picking Barb up in my magic and placing her on my back.
"The birds were pretty good, don't go slamming ponies around like that and we'll be fine." with that said, I trotted slowly off to the Library.