(Thank you sparklefire for the image and NeoExlucky for the idea!)

Time. It is a really fascinating subject. But what do you really know of time? Can you say that you truly know how it works? You can’t see it, nor can you feel it, but still you know it. You will always lack it and there’s no way to regain the time that you have lost. You can try to outrun it for a lifetime, but it will still catch you one day. Time heals, time haunts, time takes, and time gives. It’s like time is split into two sides:

A good side who wants you to be happy and make you see all the wondrous things it can show you, children, love, happiness and friendship beyond imagination. Turn your life into a huge, loud and happy Pinkie Pie party. Because who doesn’t like a Pinkie Pie party?!

And a bad side that only wants to see you suffer, die, and make you feel like a dusty feather in a swirl of darkness and fire, snatch everything that is important to you and devour it with dark, sharp teeth that rips it all apart it in front of your wet eyes and loud cries.

What if you are right?

What if time is split into two, not only forces, but two certain ponies who controls the time? I can offer you the truth. But beware! What I will offer you is the pure truth, not more nor less. You may not relish it, no, it might even alarm you. But still you will know how your tiny, limited world is controlled by somepony who’s one of you to one hundred twenty four and a half percent, and still way above your normal lives.

My name is Time Spinner, and this is my story.

Ever been out camping before? You may have brought your friends with you and watched the moon raise with the stars sparkling in the background? It's beautiful! And so thought Quillhart as well, until he realized that they weren't alone. The night is swarming with dark creatures, one more wicked than one other. Everywhere one turns one can glance the glimmer of sharp teeth, hear the roll of thunder from their empty stomachs, and worst of all, stare into the pure hatred within their eyes.

Once you're trapped, their's no escape! Once they have you there's nowhere to run.

Would you be able to keep the spirit up? Or a better question. Would you be able to help your companions to stay strong in their hour of need? Quillhart wasn't sure about that. He wasn't meant to be a leader, the title was forced upon him. He was shy, scared of all kind of conflicts and uncertain with himself on many levels. How could he possibly put everything back to order?