King Sombra Loves Fluttershy!
Chapter 1: Hesitation
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Hesitation
In Canterlot, it was pouring rain. Thick and heavy bullets of water shelled down ceaselessly over the heads of tired ponies, many of them finding the hampering above their heads a soothing sort of noise. As the rain flowed on, the darkness of the evening sky would be lit to near-day condition as lightening cracked, a glowing shot of whitish-blue reaching down from the clouds and poking at the ground curiously.
Amongst the many ponies, the Royal Guards of Canterlot held their ground, standing tall outside in their sparkling armor, looking straight ahead and protecting the city as they always did. Thunder clapped in their ears, serving to keep the many stallions awake and spry on their hooves. At the gate of Canterlot, things were quiet. Nopony was traveling. The heavy oaken doors were firmly closed, their hinges bearing much weight. Water ran down from the turrets in streams, taking gravity's embrace until it pooled in ever deepening puddles. At the base of the stone wall surrounding the cliff-bound city, water joined the soil and formed mud, which sloshed up and sprayed onto the things nearest it.
The guards began to stir, shifting on their hooves at the sight of something odd on the horizon. Down the brick clad road that led away from the city, a green ball of light hovered above the ground, projecting its evil glow onto their uniforms in harsh shimmers that reflected up into the stallion's eyes. The light could be seen over the wall and across the city, ponies gravitating toward their windows and peeking out cautiously at the disturbance.
The orb of light grew larger and larger, the clouds above swirling turbidly over that one spot. A hoof reached out from the portal, clawing at the muddy ground, the dark grey appendage marring it in long scratch marks. White fangs made themselves apparent, a set of red, slit, eyes glowing from the blinding rift as well. The guards shivered, the whites of his eyes were green with envy; blue, flowing streaks drifting from the outer corners of them and draping behind him like a cape. The stallion wore silver armor on his legs, scales of armor trailing down his neck with a torn and tattered red-velvet cape around his neck, matted white trim at the edges. On his head sat a black crown, two chevron arches between his eyes rested on his nose, exaggerating the angry wrinkles of his young face.
The guards began to take up their weapons, firing at the stallion. With four hooves planted firmly on the ground, he lowered his head, pointing his curved horn at the gates. The red horn fired its magic at them, the gates tearing away from their hinges. Guards gathered, forming a barricade in the mud to halt him. The stallion stepped on, using his magic once more to throw the many guards off to the side. Dark crystals rose from the ground in sharp stems, tearing up the bricks and separating the stones of the wall, the guards and their golden armor flying through the air like dolls, so easily defeated.
He trotted on, the green haze disappearing behind him, gliding away like curtains on the breeze as he passed through the threshold into Canterlot. He huffed through his nose angrily, the rain wetting his mane and body. The stallion's cape regenerated behind his back in a trail of glow, he trotting down the streets of Canterlot with a swagger that stallions feared and mares found most attractive. He laughed evilly, drawing evermore crystals up from below the streets, tearing Canterlot apart from it's very foundations. Shops rattled as glass shattered into dust, wood splintered and stones cracked at his very presence, four overconfident hooves strolling toward the castle as he toyed with things and broke them for his own amusement, dreams of ponies sad faces rolling through his mind like a horror movie when they discovered their fruits smashed and violated: King Sombra almost enjoyed the suffering of others. He took a sick liking to it, always enchanted by the feeling it brought him.
He reached the doors of Canterlot Castle, ripping them open, their locks mangled and bent from his forceful magic. More guards rushed out, he shoving them against the walls, rendering them useless and crippled; messes on the red carpets. "Oh princesses!" He purred, lurking down the halls with his head cocked low, lurking down the hall, peering into rooms with devious eyes; he was playing a game of his own. The King's fangs poked out from between his lips, two glistening and sharp tools begging for use.
He reached the throne room, looking up at the stained glass, his eyes slowly gliding down them as thunder rippled through the clouds once more. He screamed, smashing the stained glass outward in an explosion of rage. Rain shot in through the massive opening. The stallion searched around wolfishly for his prize. Princess Celestia stepped from a hall to King Sombra's side, she holding her head tall at his repulsive sight.
He smiled, his red eyes tracing up the princess' long legs, slowly following the lines of her neck before he stared purposefully into her pink eyes. The princess' heart shook; she had not the strength or the courage to touch him. "I love what you've done with the place." He spoke so sarcastically, while at the same time trying to act civil, keeping his hate bound within his heart for one moment more before he lashed out. "You are not welcome here." The princess' voice was a low whisper, her mind faltering as her body did in his presence. The king snarled, crystals of black rising from the floor, tearing up the tiled marble like sparkling swords. He drew on the princess, trying to startle her. She stood still, provoking more anger.
King Sombra stepped closer to her, the green of his eyes red with annoyance, his muscles expanding and contracting as he stepped slowly toward her. "You are my ruin." He grumbled, pausing to suppress the sorrow he felt for himself, the immense self-loathing that came with his failure. "Now, I shall be yours as well." He jumped at the princess, choosing to use his hooves instead of magic. She repelled him, spreading her broad wings to knock down his confidence. "Equestria shall be kept safe! You do not belong here anymore!" She screamed, the walls of the castle cracking behind him, the skies above raining harder then ever, puddles forming on the floor of the throne room as he attacked the princess once more. His red flares of magic were whisked away by her own, his back mane and cape creating an aura around his figure.
Princess Celestia had lost ground, his magic superior to her own. "You are nothing!" He screamed, his voice cracking and faltering as his anger broke loose to the pain he felt. "You... you... you..." He pushed again, shaking his head, overwhelmed, nothing left for him to say. He mumbled for a few more moments, Princess Celestia lowering her guard as she saw something odd come across his face.
In a flash of blue light, Princess Luna struck the king down, striking him on the left side of his body. His head shot up in surprise and paralyzingly pain, the stallion falling to his knees. His body stiffened, the stallion falling to the floor like a tree severed at the trunk. He lay in a heap of his own self, the two princesses staring down at him in judgement. They had seen him, they had seen King Sombra, and their opinions of him were vastly different in that moment.
Princess Luna stepped closer, looking down at him with distaste as she prodded his side with her hoof. "He is... unconscious, for now." Said the princess of the night, looking around her and her sister's throne room at the destruction and at the mess. "Celestia?" She asked, stepping over his body and approaching her sister who still had not moved. "I am... fine." She whispered, her sister draping a hoof over her shoulders in support.
They stood in silence, what was left of the Canterlot Royal Guard crowding around in a circle, watching the fallen stallion with sharp eyes. Princess Celestia waved for them to stop, the rain outside beginning to settle as the clouds broke to darkness in the night sky. She knelt down beside his head, running her hoof gently through King Sombra's mane. In that moment, the stallion seemed at peace. She smiled down at him, resting his head in her arm like a small foal might rest. "Get me Twilight Sparkle." She said softly, as if he were merely sleeping.
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