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Everything got so much worse for batponies after Nightmare Moon was banished. Even those with no involvement in the war, Equestria turned hostile. Instead of a loving home, Mira grew up as an orphan, cowering in terror from the advance of Princess Celestia's Golden Army.

In the shadowy caverns of Understory, the ancient arts were still taught: Dreamwalking, and all the 'dark' practices that were once fundamental to the bats' reverence of Princess Luna.

After the death of somepony close to her, Mira finally resolved to do something. She didn't have the power to fight against Equestria, but maybe she could do something else.

With the forbidden knowledge of the sleeping world, she could rescue Nightmare Moon, and save batponies everywhere from extinction. That, or die trying.

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Originally written as a Patreon reward for TyrannisUmbra on my Patreon.
Editing by Two Bit and Sparktail. Cover by Skydreams.

Chapters (42)
Comments ( 224 )

A strong start, looking forward to reading more!

OH my this is looking to be really good.

yep this is going to be a amazing story.

I'm hooked. I will patiently await the whims of your muse.

Thank you for this.

Oh, this should be fascinating indeed. Looking forward to where this goes.

I am VERY interested in where this goes. Good stuff so far!

I'm liking the look of this!

good start, gonna read the next chapter tomorrow. I wonder how Celestia let the treatment of bats get so bad, maybe we are working off the 'Celestia bad' head canon, or maybe she has been neglecting leading the kingdom in her grief, leading to this mistreatment.

Also, hate to be a stickler, but I think you wanted to put wrapping here

rapping her hooves on the door.

Unless I am stupid and there is another definition for rapping

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As a verb, to rap also means

strike (a hard surface) with a series of rapid audible blows, especially in order to attract attention.
"he stood up and rapped the table"

Mira was born to rule.

She thought of it while begging for grain on the side of the road. She reminded herself when scavenging through the middenheap for scraps of moldy bread. She dreamed of it while catching moths during the deepest darkness of the night, collecting all into her basket.

You wasted no time in stating the theme and giving us a helluvan opening. The second I saw this, I thought, 'This is gonna be a good read.'

Her tribe were something bigger than that: seers, explorers, and fierce warriors. Ponies like Nacht were a reminder of just what they’d been. Proud, noble, kind. Brave.

You know, I never thought about this idea. We got the spellcasters, the weathermasters, and the growers. Where are the warriors?

“Is that Mira? Good… come in. We need to speak again before I die.”

Again, little time wasted!

I am looking forward to reading the next chapter, and then probably eagerly waiting for the next to get published. Keep it up!

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'rapping' is the right word there.

A great adventure begins

Well, this is looking interesting. Let's see where this story is going.

This looks AMAZING!

I'm really hoping this doesn't follow canon even with the alt universe...

Is this part of it's own universe? Or. Connected to your other stories?

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Not a crossover or anything, but it follows the magical rules I've used for bat ponies before.

Why isn’t there a dark tag?

annndddd this second chapter puts it in my favorites.

Can't wait to catch up on the third tomorrow night. :heart:

This is an interesting start to the story. Also I'm glad to see it here on FimFiction I was already curious when I read it's description in one of your blogs.

This is going to be interesting

Even the Dreamlands weren't spared the results of Nightmare Moon's defeat. Also at one point it says Athena's Temple when I think it should be Artemis' Temple.

The cat she’d seen now stood on the stone behind her—somehow it had kept up. If it was winter, Mira might’ve considered which soldier to trade it to in exchange for some of the meat.

But the winter hadn’t come, and Mira wasn’t nearly starving enough to eat something so cute. “Stay out of trouble,” she said, the way Nacht always said it to her.

The cat looked like it might just reply—but then it turned up its nose, slinking over to the edge of the rocks, where it started licking itself.

Hmm, dream kitty, or somepony in disguise spying?

Oh dear. There are deeper mysteries here, but aren't there in the Dreamlands? In any case, it will be rough going in both worlds.

a sad chapter and yet so much is built from this chapter.

Batpony/Thestral and Kirin-based fics have always been my favorite, and this one is very well done.

:moustache:

Hmmm... Something obviously happened, but it's a little soon to say what. Evacuation? Transcendence? And even if it is death, death brought by who or what? There is a mystery to solve here and for better or worse her teacher gets to stay to investigate.

Mira’s got the right idea, but her ambition may greatly exceed her actual ability. Still, you miss every shot you don’t take. Now if Kallisto would just take a few fewer…

"So then I started blasting"

Mira needs to kill Kallisto.

Mira's frustration over the situation of the batponies is understandable but she may not have the ability to solve it. Kallisto means well but she fails to understand that she was practically the only person in the living world that Mira had any connection to.

Mira, I’m trying to save you! If you stay here too long, your body will die! You need to go back!

I used to frequently have lucid dreams in my childhood. I don't have them anymore. What if there's an anthropic reason for this? In a dream, you have complete control over the world-simulation. With enough understanding of physics you could probably make the dream realistic enough to perform simulation capture and break reality.

Well, Mira sure is a hothead. She honestly should listen to Kallisto, I can't see this going well.

That was a good story goodluck with the rest of it.

of course the cat talks lol


looking forward for more

The cat being drawn to her is probably an aspect of the dreamlands.

Kitty! Cute talking ball of fluff, totally not sus, knows of other worlds as I'm not yet sure sun even exists over there, self-absorbed... You know what, I just described any cat it seems like... Eh, the more the merrier: )

I should've guessed that the cat would become important. I'm not sure if it's trustworthy, but I'm also just gonna get lost too much in the cuteness to worry too much about that.

the cat is back..
i have a idea that this kitty is one of two things.
time will tell as this plays out.

this story is just amazing.

I have time. I don’t need to save the world myself, just tell Nightmare Moon how bad things are. She’ll rush back home to save her ponies after that!

Oh, you sweet summer child... though the cat might just help there.

In any case, the quest begins in earnest. Let's hope it doesn't take too long. Mira's body doesn't exactly have a lot of reserves to live off of.

I wonder what this means for Kallisto, who doesn't know where the other bats went and can't exactly return to the land of the living.

That's not good. This is likely connected too the reason everypony left the city.

Bats with names printed in thick gold letters under them, like Ivy and Jackie.

Oh dear. I suspected with the automatic sliding doors, but time really has gone all bendy, hasn't it?

How was there enough room?

Space is less of a surprise. Wrong kind of question, Mira.

Ah. And without dreamers, the city is making way for something new. Mira's going to need to either get out or learn how to reinforce a structure very quickly.

The whole city is crumbling, and I'm right in the center
the dream is braking down

a awesome chapter.

Mira is still trying to learn how the Dreamlands work which isn't entirely risk free.

That was a good chapter.

I'm trying to be helpful—that's what psychopomps do, right?

I do wish I could hear this line. There's a world of difference between "that's what psychopomps do, right?" and "that's what psychopomps do, right?"

"You want me to go to hope? Why don't I just make a day trip to confidence while I'm at it? Better stay away from the peaks of soul-crushing terror, or I'll crash and the flight will be ruined!"

What has Kallisto been teaching this filly if she doesn't understand some of the most fundamental aspects of this place? Ah well, on-the-job experience it is. Good luck to her. She'll certainly need it.

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