@friendshipbound
The slowly forming pit in her stomach hadn’t stopped, thus as she tread through the palace halls she slowly made her way to a room lost to time, abandoned, forbidden. For the first time in two thousand years hooves slowly met the cracked tile, the shattered crystal still hovered to this day with no care for the sense of gravity. She finds herself staring it down, the creeping chill flooding her coat as her fur felt like it would stand on edge, instead she slowly places her hoof upon it and with a hint of dread whispered the name of the one she viewed like a daughter.
“Twilight Sparkle.”
And it complied, the room slowly became dark, shadows moving in a frame she could deduce was her faithful student running around, spells being cast in such a quick array that the pit in her stomach grew, reaching to her heart so quickly as soon as she saw the mass go flying across the room, magenta eyes widen as she stands there, four hooves planted firmly on the ground. The next words are those that light the burning ember that was a war sparking inside her very soul. The world screams as the sky cracks with a deafening roar, the earth wavers as far away a mountain cracks down the middle and falls apart.
In the land of the Crystal Empire, the entire side of the throne room is rendered void, shards flying everywhere as a gleaming axe, appearance seeming of gold is not what it seems, made of a much more durable material and only painted to look like gold. The battle axe soars through, nearly taking the King of Shadow’s with it. Instead the blazing heat that comes in as the sun rears it’s head over the horizon, the sky a color red that matched the ire in the mare’s eyes as she flies in, eyes practically aglow, her throat quivers at the use of the old equestria voice that rips from her throat.
“SOMBRA!”
She recalls wearing this armor the first time they faced, this time? She’d make sure it was the last as armored hooves clatter against the floor, a full gallop as she clashes horns with the seething stallion of shadows, her mane has lost it’s usual glow, instead it is fire itself, threatening to melt the metal on the stallion.
“Twilight! Run and don’t look back!”
