When nature ran wild and free, ponies had only begun to dream, and a different moon roamed these skies. So it might have stayed, had the deer in their pride not turned to Wrath and to Ruin. That time is gone, but its legacy—and its lessons—remain.
Nightmare Night in Ponyville is the same every year, only this year, Twilight is a princess. While in the bliss of reading, Twilight soon finds that the past has come back to haunt her on the night of nightmares.
It should have been a simple raid on the ponies’ livestock, but they had prepared some kind of ambush. There had to be some reason he had been spared, and whatever that reason was, he would probably need all his strength to face it.
It’s true. Sometimes a tear’ll slip out… it’s bound to happen, sometimes… but for the most part, I cry on the inside. But right now, as I stand here watching my friends weeping in a huddle together... I'm not. Not even on the inside.
I could have saved her. I could have saved my friends. I could have saved ponies. But instead, I kept hush. And I don't know how I can open my mouth to scream.