
Name:Keira
Name Meaning:"Dark One"
Personality:Kiera is stuck in the past. She lives in underground tunnels beneath her kingdom. She has seemingly been alive forever, and she doesn't doubt that she might be a ghost.
She does not know how she got into the tunnels. She does not know how she can get out. Whenever others get lost in the ancient tunnels, she help lead them out with her abilities of light.
But she herself cannot leave. Maybe she was cursed, or maybe there is some kind of force keeping her down, but she cannot get past any of the exits in the tunnels.
Kiera lives by herself, but when she does meet other ponies she enjoys being with them. Often times her odd appearance and talent scare ponies, so she leaves them alone.
She makes friends with the few animals who live down in the tunnels with her. A few mice, rats. Lots of spiders. Even some blind fish in the watered parts of the tunnels. The animals love her because she provides heat and light for them, and gives them the only love they get as other ponies don't care much for them.
Kiera doesn't talk much and is actually very shy. Due to being in the tunnels for so long, she doesn't know how to interact with others.
She doesn't seem to need to eat, drink, or sleep.
Her life is very boring and she dreams of one day escaping the tunnels.
The Hidden Secrets:Kiera was born thousands of years ago.
She was born under the mare that the evil king of the time had wanted as his wife. The mare had refused and found her own, true love.
The king was furious when their child was born.
He kidnapped the young filly and put a curse on her. She would never die and she would never be able to leave the dungeon tunnels that were still in use back then. Her horn would melt away any time she tried to use magic. And if she used all of her magic up, her horn would stay gone for a while. Her eyes would turn dark and blind, and she would suffer immense pain until her horn grew back.
He didn't kill her because he thought there would be less pain in just seeing their daughter go. Instead she would undergo this never-ending punishment for what her parents did.
"Modern" History:Kiera never knew about her curse. She was put in the dungeon tunnels when she was very young. But she did know that something was different about her.
When she was younger very few ponies passed through the tunnels as they were made known as the punishment place of the kingdom. But as she grew older the idea of dungeons was taken away. Over centuries many ponies forgot about the tunnels altogether.
Now as she is a full grown mare, she sees many more ponies than she saw as a filly. When ponies get lost they can often find themselves falling through hidden entrances or mistaking the prisons for caves or small dens.
Her life-span could be compared to that of true alicorns, such as Celestia and Luna, who live for many hundreds of years without aging physically much. Though Kiera's reason for not aging is much different than that of the Princesses who are not from her kingdom.
Fire, Fire, Bring the Light. Help Me Live Another Night.
(Kiera Recalls Gaining her Cutie Mark.):"I remember, it was one of the cold nights. Now that I know what seasons are I would say it was probably in winter. But I hardly had even a way of tracking the days from the nights. Nonetheless tracking the season and years. They all just seemed to.... Blend together.
I could only distinguish between "cold days" and "hot days". There were mild temperature days in between, but I didn't pay much attention to them. They weren't like the cold days. On the cold days I could swear I actually froze. The hot days were my best days. Yes, I always felt my best on the hottest days.
But enough speaking of the weather. That's not the story you asked to hear.
I was in that awkward stage between filly and mare, I believe. I would have guessed I was around three hundred years of age at the time it happened.
Like I said it was one of the cold nights --Oh, and I'm sorry if I sound repetitive or kind of side-tracked. You have to remember I haven't talked to another pony in a long time-- in fact this was perhaps the coldest night I ever encountered.
I had been hunkered down in one of the deepest chambers. I know now that the farther underground, the colder it gets. But then I only understood that in the higher tunnels I could catch the cold breeze from outside. I didn't like the cold wind.
There were some of the cave-rats with me. They liked to be with me. Especially on the cold nights. I think there may have been some of their cousins by kin, the cave-mice. The little furry guys liked to be close to me because my fur always felt a little warm. To them at least it did. I almost always felt very cold. I have to admit, I kind of liked having the rats and mice with me because they kept me warm, as well as I kept them.
But it was a cold night. And I know I keep going back to cold nights. And you're probably beginning to get bored. But the fact that it was a cold night is important. And it feels good to talk as I walk with you this night. My speaking voice is a little of of practice and I love to warm it up.
Now I had never used unicorn magic before. I know, that sounds absurd to anypony but me. An almost full-grown mare who had never used magic? But I didn't know magic existed. I hadn't met many ponies at that time. It was when the ponies still knew of and avoided the tunnels.
But as I sat there freezing and feeling the numbness set into my hooves and ears, I felt a calling. I felt a sudden urge to warm myself no matter what. And I knew how to fulfill my needs.
I started concentrating really hard. I imagined something warm. No, something hot. I imagined it would be bright and glowy, because I always felt bright inside whenever I felt warm. I closed my eyes and concentrated harder.
As I tried harder I suddenly heard a sizzling noise. I was afraid to open my eyes. But when I did open them I saw a flicker of orange highlighting my mane.
I had imagined and created fire without ever have seen it within my living memories.
I looked down at a small, silvery frozen puddle and saw that a spark was on the tip of my horn. I didn't want it to disappear so I quickly, and instinctively, grabbed some old twigs that had found their way to my humble abode and I touched them to the flame that was following my horn.
The twigs caught fire and I stopped thinking about making the flame stay and it dropped from my horn immediately. But the twigs stayed lit, as it was now the fire now doing it's own work rather than my magic fueling it.
I added more twigs and sat in front of the fire. Some of the little rodents came out and sat by the flame, too. I swear even a spider came crawling out to be warmed by my fire.
'Twas then that I had a sudden and random memory. In a very secret-looking cave I had seen some pale sticks before. But they weren't really sticks. They were round and sleek feeling.
I suddenly had a feeling that I was supposed to use this new heated light on them. I galloped swiftly to where these pale sticks lay and a carried them to the fire. One by one I lifted them up to the sparkling flames. They caught fire on the tips and I distributed them all throughout the tunnels for light.
I would later learn that these pale sticks were called candles.
It was when I sat back down at the twigs with the fire lit on them I noticed something different about my flank. It had a strange mark on it. In the fire light I studied it and saw it was shaped like the pale sticks I had lit.
A cutie mark!
I had seen one on every pony I had ever met. I had only met a few, but enough to know that this mark meant something. A talent perhaps.
I spent the rest of that night experimenting with my magic.
I lit things on fire and played with them. I tried lifting some things. It worked, but everything I touched my magic to caught of fire.
I noticed that faint wings appeared when I used my magic. I tried to fly with them. They could flap, but they were just smokey beings and didn't actually lift me up.
It was also on that night that I noticed that my horn melted like the pale sticks did when I used magic. And that my mane was like the pale sticks as well, stiff and smooth and melted looking.
On that night I experienced my first blackout of magic."
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