Thunder cracked, Rain poured down on his bloody figure.

He had a knife stuck in his side, it was about midnight when I girl in a bright white Cloak walked by and took the boy back to the castle.

She was in love with the boy; her eyes fell upon the dying figure as she rushed over to him. Her white Cloak was getting drenched but she didn't care. The hooded figure picked him up and brought him back to the castle.

She entered the castle grounds and took off the cloak. Her long brown hair came tumbling out, her eyes locked on the figure on a table. She checks his pulse, and luckily it was still there. She took off the amour on the boy and picked him up once again, and brought him to her bedroom.

The boy had awoken, he looked over not to find himself lying on grass, but in a bed. He checks his side where the knife had been ejected, it was bandaged up. He looked up to see 2 guards outside the room.

'Where am I?' He thought.

"I see you're awake." One of the guards spat.

"Where am I?" The boy asked.

"Canterlot Castle" The other mumbled.

"Why am I here?!" He demanded.

"One of our fighters bought you here." They said at the same time.

"But w-" He was cut off by one of the guards slapping him in the face

"Shut up!" He screamed.

The boy held his cheek where the guard hit it.

"Now you better not say another word or I will get the princess here and punish you herself." The second guard threatened.

The boy nodded as they walked out.

Two hours passed and the Boy found the dagger that was stuck in his skin, sitting on the nightstand. He took it and put it in a safe place on his clothes where he wouldn't stab himself. His name was Ethan Morgan, and he was about to bring down the sun…forever.

How was that? Please no flames D: