Twilight was in the kitchen, fixing King Sombra’s meal. He demanded something simple for the first day; a nice salad, finely crafted, with croutons and cheese. She chopped the whole lettuce into fine cut pieces, arranging them on the plate neatly.

“Where is my dinner, peasant?” King Sombra snarled, growing impatient. “You’d think an Element of Harmony would be able to do something so simple!”

Twilight grabbed tomatoes and began slicing, hissing venomously. “If you wanted your salad faster, you would have done it yourself, you ass.”

“What was that?” King Sombra glared at Twilight, who diverted her gaze back to her task at hand.

“Nothing, Master,” she lied. “Just fixing you your salad, as ordered.”

“That’s what I thought.” King Sombra kept his attention on Twilight at all times, observing her. He folded his hands and brought them to his chin. Twilight continued to craft his salad, muttering to herself as she did so. She wanted to go as slowly as possible, just to torment the tyrant. However, Sombra’s gaze was on her at all times, and if she dared defy him, who knows what harm he would do.

Sombra waited longer than he originally wanted to for his meal, but eventually Twilight finished her job, walking towards him and lowering his dish. He squinted his eyes, analyzing his dish intensively.

“What?” Twilight threw her arms into the air in confusion. “I fixed it just as you asked! What, you think it’s poisoned or something?”

King Sombra’s eyes shot up. “Funny. I didn’t mention anything about poison. What did you do to my food!?”

“Nothing!” Twilight folded her arms and glared at Sombra. “You saw me do it. I didn’t put anything in the salad except what you wanted me to put in it.”

King Sombra sniffed his meal, looking for any sign of treason. The salad didn’t have any funny kick to it. All he could pick up was the leafy dew off the lettuce. King Sombra slowly rose his head towards Twilight. “I don’t believe you,” he said sharply.

“Fine by me, Master,” Twilight said. “You don’t have to eat what I gave you. That’s your decision. However, I can tell you right now that I did nothing to your precious dinner.”

Sombra snarled, dark shadows seeping out of him and lurking towards Twilight. She backed away, trying to avoid their grasp, but ended up trapped behind a wall. The shadows lurked closer and closer, causing Twilight to turn away and cringe. However, much to her relief, stopped just inches from her face. She sighed, slouching down to the floor. She felt as if her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

“Very well. If it isn’t poisoned, you shouldn’t die when I make you test it for me.” King Sombra jabbed the salad and pointed the fork at her.

Twilight got back on her hooves, brushing herself off. The floor was surprisingly dusty for a king of his caliber. Probably a job he was going to make her do. She took the fork from Sombra and bit down on the salad, avoiding contact with the fork. She chewed and swallowed, sticking her tongue out to show she finished it.

Sombra waited. She didn’t writhe in agony. She didn’t fall and keel over. She stood perfectly still and unscaved, proving that the food was indeed clean.

Even though Sombra was assured that she was not attempting to poison him, he still refused to eat. He set his fork back down on the table and used his fingers to gesture Twilight to come closer. Twilight followed his demands and walked towards him. She leaned down as commanded, allowing him to speak into her ear.

“You know, I normally don’t do this, but since this is your first day, I’ll allow you the privilege of having a glass of wine with me,” he said. “Go fetch whichever one you want. Make sure to grab two glasses.”

“And if I don’t want the wine?” Twilight scoffed.

“You don’t really have a choice. It’s my demand, so you must do it.”

Twilight sighed, wishing she could knock that smug grin from his face. “As you wish, Master, but why did you need me to come here for you to say that? I could hear you clearly from over there.”

“You can never tell. Slaves tend to be hard at hearing, and you aren’t exactly the best at following simple instructions. I just want to make sure my peasant does what her King demands, otherwise the consequences will be dire.”

Twilight clenched her fist. It took all of her energy to prevent her fist from colliding against the tyrant’s face for his insults. She swiftly turned around and headed back towards the kitchen.

Browsing the shelf, she attempted to pick out something for them to drink. Although she knew them by name, she wasn’t very knowledgable about the taste of them. To her, it didn’t matter. She just wanted to get the drink and be done with it.

Using her magic, she levitated the bottle, carrying two wine glasses in her hands. Setting the two glasses on the table, she slowly lowered the bottle into her hand, uncorking the top and pouring the thick, violet wine into the them.

“Nice choice.” It was the first compliment Twilight had heard all day from him. If he was anyone else, she might have felt good about that. “Now, take a seat. Anywhere is fine.”

Twilight stopped pouring and grabbed her cup, walking to the other end of the table. Sombra raised an eyebrow, smirking at her decision to sit parallel to him. Sitting in the cushioned, red chair, she put one of her hands against her cheek, wirling the cup.

“So, I see you’re uncomfortable sitting anywhere near me,” Sombra said, stabbing into his salad and putting it into his mouth.

“Whatever gave you that idea, Master?” Twilight watched as the bemused King Sombra chewed his meal. He took the opportunity to get out what he wanted to say between swallows.

“I don’t like your tone, slave. You’re lucky I’m in such a decent mood right now, otherwise your attitude wouldn’t be tolerated.

Twilight took short sips from the wine, glaring daggers at Sombra. “You have nothing to be upset about. You have all the advantages of this deal.”

“Do I, peasant? Do you really think I do?”

“You have an Element captive. I’d say that’s a pretty big advantage.” Twilight’s eyes rose as she noticed Sombra chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

“You really think owning you is an advantage over what I could have had?” Sombra asked, wavering his fork towards her. “I had an empire, ponies at my disposal. This castle was not as empty as it was, until those princesses took what was rightfully mine.”

Twilight gritted her teeth. “You got what you rightfully deserved. You treated those ponies like they were...”

“Property?” King Sombra sipped his wine, chuckling afterwards. “If they were worth calling that. Those slaves were barely worth calling property. They were weak, always complaining, breaking under pressure easily.”

Twilight squeezed her glass, boiling with rage.

“Those maggots might have helped build this empire, but until they are properly conditioned, they are nothing but mere disposable workers.”

“Those crystal ponies are not your property to throw away as you see fit!” Twilight stood up, slamming her hands on the table and knocking over her glass over, spilling the wine on the table. Sombra growled.

“I’ve had quite enough of your nonsense! Look at what you’ve done! Clean up the mess you’ve made. Now!”

Twilight bared her teeth at Sombra, who looked at her with the same level of malice. Huffing loudly, Twilight got up from her seat and went to get a rag to clean the table.

“Where do you keep the towels, Sombra?” Twilight asked coldly.

“Under the sink,” King Sombra answered. “And you are to address me as Master, slave.”

“Yes, Master.” Twilight rolled her eyes and walked back into the kitchen. The air was cold and silent, nothing audible except Sombra crunching on his remaining salad. He finished downing his wine, shaking his head in disappointment at the wasted drink spilled on the table.

Twilight took the time to observe the entire kitchen, looking for possible vantage points she could tell her friends about.

Nothing.

There wasn’t an exploitable area in the kitchen or dining room, and she didn’t have the leniency to explore the castle. She would have to deal with Sombra a little longer, though her patience with him was wearing thin.

“What is taking you so long?” Sombra hissed, growing more impatient. “I don’t want my table to be stained because of your clumsiness!”

“Coming, Master!” She grabbed a towel from under the sink, turning the faucet on to dampen it. After squeezing out the excess water, she walked towards the table and wiped it, cleaning the sticky liquid from the surface.

“You know, out of all the slaves I’ve had, none of them have had the same moral as you.”

Twilight looked up at Sombra, still scrubbing the table. “Care to explain, Lord?”

“I’ve stripped you completely, down to nothing but your underwear. I’ve had you clean my filthy tub, and even made you eat your meal from the floor. Yet, here you are, completely unbroken and just as defiant as ever.” A small smirk appeared on his face. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

Twilight turned her head away from Sombra. The less she had to interact with him, the better. Silence returned to the dining room. Sombra continued finishing up his salad, watching Twilight carefully. The towel began to bleed out the wine, soaking up as much as it possibly could.

The time in the kitchen was painfully long. Noticing that Sombra had finished his food, Twilight took the liberty to grab his plate and fork before he could say anything. Sombra looked up at her in shock.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” he said. “I didn’t even have to force you to do this. You’re starting to finally learn your place, slave.”

The word still grated Twilight heavily, but she decided to ignore it. She needed to stay on his good side if she planned to have him lower his guard. She swiftly cleaned the dishes and placed them back onto their shelves.

“Good job, peasant,” King Sombra said. “Keep stuff like that up, and who knows, we might just get along after all.”

“I doubt that,” Twilight said, watching as the grin on Sombra grew wider.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll do what I ask of you, whether you like it or not. That is what you signed up for.”

The reminder struck Twilight’s heart, bringing sharp pain to her chest. Trying to keep her composure up, she swallowed and nodded. “I know, Master.”

Sombra smiled and grabbed Twilight’s chin, forcing her to look at him. “You look tense. Quivering under your lord of darkness? Finally submitting to me? Good, because I was getting annoyed with your resistance.”

Twilight groaned, disdain apparent in her eyes.

“Just remember, any treason will result in your contract being void, and I get to terrorize your precious ponies until you're pitiful friends finally cave in and submit to me.” Sombra chuckled demonically. “Oh, I’m tempted to break the contract myself, just so I could see your friends crumble and squirm as my slaves cower.”

“You wouldn’t—” Sombra squeezed Twilight’s cheeks, preventing her from finishing her statement.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Sombra smiled deviously, bringing his face closer to hers. “Because I’m going to enjoy making you my willing slave.”

Finally done talking to her, Sombra pushed her slightly, watching her tremble and stare at him, wide eyed.

What… what was that? Twilight panted, putting her hand on her cheeks. Her face was completely hot I couldn’t say anything! Just calm down. Keep calm. He doesn’t have control over you yet. Just calm down, breath, and don’t let him get to you.

With that internal motivation, she exhaled, regaining control of herself. Sombra stretched his arms out and opened his mouth, letting out a beefy yawn. He scratched his mane, looking down on Twilight.

“Well, your Lord is starting to get tired. However, I never sleep without a bath. Now that you have cleaned out the tub, I don’t have to bathe in that filthy thing.”

You never had to. All you had to do was clean it out yourself!

“Now, go fill the tub for me. I want it so hot, it’s practically steaming. Oh, and fill it to the brim.”

“So, now you’re being specific about how you want your water?” Twilight groaned.

Sombra glared at her. Seeing how agitated he was getting with her questions, she bowed down, mumbling under her breath.

“I meant, yes, Master.”

Sombra’s scowl melted, showing content with her action. She gave off a fake smile and walked upstairs, heading towards the bathroom.

Already the flood of memories came pouring back. Twilight looked at the floor that she was ordered to eat off of. She stuck her tongue out, dreading the bleachy taste that covered the fruit. Shaking that thought out of her head, she walked towards the tub, turned on the water and waited for it to get hot before corking it. The water flowed through the tub, progressively getting warmer and warmer until she could see the steam rise from the tub. While she was filling it for Sombra to bathe, she took the opportunity to look around the bathroom. One thing that caught her eyes was the window on the wall near the tub. She put her hands against her face, a small smirk appearing on her face.

“Interesting.” The window was narrow, but easy enough for her friends to squeeze through. The tub itself wouldn’t be a good cushion, but the location would be unexpected. Not the best location, but better than what she found out about the castle so far.

The window began to fog, and the tub began to fill rapidly. Before the water could overflow, she turned off the faucet.

“Somb… er… Master, your bath is—”

She bumped into a wall of black flesh as she turned around to go fetch King Sombra. When she looked up, she saw the king in question staring down at her.

“—ready.”

“I can tell.” He walked towards the tub, observing the water. “But did you make it to my liking?”

“I believe I have, Lord.”

Sombra stared at the steam seeping from the tub, giving a deep, husky hum. “I’m not quite sure. How about you stick your arm into it?”

Twilight blinked. “What?”

“I shouldn’t have to repeat myself. You know what I said.”

Twilight turned towards the tub, cringing slightly. The steam radiating off of the tub gave her a good indicator of how hot it actually was. She wasn’t sure why Sombra needed her to check on it for him, but she couldn’t argue with him. She swallowed and stuck her arm in it, immediately pulling her arm out and shaking it.

“Ow!” Twilight screamed, causing Sombra to chuckle. Twilight turned and glared at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Poor peasant. You can’t even handle a little hot water.” Sombra teased Twilight, inching closer to her. “Shame. You’re going to have a hard time cleaning me then.”

Twilight’s face went red. “You can’t honestly be serious.”

“You’re questioning me again, slave?” Sombra let a few of his shadows form and surround Twilight, who’s irises began to shrink in fear.

“No! I wasn’t questioning you!” Twilight exclaimed, waving her arms to dilate the impeding shadows. With a snap of his fingers, Sombra called back his shadows, relieving Twilight.

“Good.” Sombra hissed. “Now I told you earlier that you were required to clean me daily. This should be nothing new to you. You are to make sure I am spotless, and well taken care of. Anything less than perfect will result in punishment, though I’m sure someone as orderly as yourself should have no problem with that.

Twilight bit her lip, patting her hands against her side. “Yes, Master. I’ll make sure you are spotless.”

“Very well.” Sombra turned his back to Twilight. “Now, disrobe me.”

Twilight did a double take, her face heating up immensely. Not wanting him to threaten her life once again, she sheepishly walked close to Sombra, lowering her head in shame.

“Yes, Master.”

She wrapped her hands around his frame, undoing the straps around his red robe. Her naked body was completely pressed against his, unwrapping the straps keeping him clothed. Once that was out of the way, she began to pull the robe off, sliding it off of his shoulders. She had a clear view of his dark, arched back, completely toned and firm. The only thing that kept Sombra from being completely nude was his boxers, and if she knew Sombra, she had an idea of what she was going to be doing next.

“Hang my robe up. Once you’re done with that, finish undressing me.”

Figures. Twilight made sure that Sombra could not see her face. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her embarrassment. She hanged it neatly on the rack and walked back to him, going behind him to finish the job.

“The front.”

Twilight froze in place. “Excuse me?”

“Undress me from the front. I’d like to see the face of my slave that close to it.”

Twilight Sparkle groaned, slowly walking to the front of Sombra and sitting on her knees. She was level with Sombra’s crotch, blushing wildly. Wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, she grabbed the top of his boxers and inserted her fingers in them, sliding them down.

Her face was as hot as the tub. As she slid his boxer briefs down, she saw more and more of his shaft. The hairs surrounding them were burly and thick, leaving a strong, musky smell. Twilight cringed, turning to the side and closing one of her eyes to limit her view. Sombra enjoyed her squirming, chuckling as she slowly took off his boxer.

Then, his prize came into view. As she pulled the boxers down to his knees, she was greeted by a lengthy yet flaccid penis. To avoid staring at it any longer she slid the boxers down to the floor. Sombra lifted his hooves and kicked the boxers towards Twilight.

“You can leave that there, for now.” Twilight put her arm to her face, preventing her from looking at the black penis he displayed to her. “Like what you see?”

“No,” Twilight said bluntly. “I’d rather not look at it longer than I have to.”

Sombra’s face went stoic, huffing slightly. “Not that I care if you do or not, but you’re going to have to get used to it eventually. This is your job now.”

Twilight huffed. Yeah, get a kick out of this while you can.

Without any further delays, Sombra walked to the tub, slowly lifting his legs to enter. He sighed as his hooves impacted the still steaming water, dwelling on the feeling it produced.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself,” Twilight said spitefully, watching as Sombra sank into the tub.

“It’s rather pleasant,” Sombra said, closing his eyes. “But I’m not here to relax. I’m here to get a good wash, so go grab the soap and wash me.”

Twilight obeyed his order, grabbing the soap from the counter and walking back to the tub. Squatting down to the level of the tub, she began to press the soap against Sombra’s body.

“Nuh uh.” Sombra waggled his finger, shaking his head in disapprovement. “Lather it and then use your hands.

Twilight Sparkle felt like slamming her head against the tub. A blunt and painful death seemed more enjoyable than what he was commanding her to do. “You know, I’m really starting to get annoyed with this.”

“I’m rather annoyed with your whining, but you don’t hear me complain about it,” Sombra said.

“That’s because you don’t have to bucking do anything, Master.”

Sombra growled softly, glaring at Twilight. “I see you still haven’t learned your place.” Sombra turned his head, a scowl apparent on his face. “Just do what you’re ordered to do, slave.”

Twilight dipped the soap into the water, cringing by how surprisingly hot it still was, and lathered her hands. “Where do you want me to start?” Twilight asked, making sure she did everything so Sombra wouldn’t berate her for not washing him correctly.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just make sure you get all of my body.”

Twilight thought on it. She knew without a doubt what she would have to do, but if she could, she wanted to delay that as long as possible. She started with his long, thick hair, scrubbing and scratching his scalp. Soft moans elicited from Sombra’s mouth, approving of her methods. His hair was now white with suds, Twilight patting it down and digging in his hair. She would have continued washing it for the rest of the bath, but Sombra would obviously force her to work her way down, so she finished up his hair and started working on his back.

“How do you think your friends are doing?”

Twilight paused, hands barely touching his firm back. Her eyebrows raised in suspicion. “Why do you ask, Lord?”

“Well, I’d imagine they would be pretty torn up about the strongest element submitting to the Lord of the Crystal Empire.”

Twilight scoffed at the thought of Sombra taking control of the Crystal Empire. “They’re understanding of the situation,” she said, washing down his back. “I did what had to be done, and they understand that.”

“They do, huh?”

“Yes.” Twilight remained as blunt as possible. She journeyed down towards his firm rear, lathering. “That’s why they’re my friends.”

“Well, let me ask you this, Slave. If you were to break, completely torn and submissive, would they still see you as their friend, or would they bail on you and leave you here as my pitiful peasant?”

Twilight was practically seething. As her hands began to make contact with his firm chest, the thought of choking Sombra to death was very tempting. “That will never happen, Lord. I can guarantee, I won’t submit to you that easily.”

Sombra gave a toothy grin, filled with confidence. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Don’t need to. I think you know the answer.”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

Twilight opened her mouth to say something, but words failed to escape her. She continued washing the front of Sombra, getting under his arms and his sides.

“You’re scared, aren’t you? Because you know, deep down, that if you slipped, if you were forced to do terrible things, your friends might betray you.”

Twilight ran her hands along Sombra’s legs, fighting back the words she wanted to say.

“You’re desperately grabbing at things that would counter what I say, but you know I’m speaking the truth. When the chips are down, and trust me, things are going to be worse for you, they will turn on you. They won’t stay by your side. They’ll toss you to the side, finding another way to stop me from taking what I rightfully own. And to be honest, I can’t blame them. No point in waiting up for a weak, pathetic pony like you to do anything, right?”

Twilight rage was boiling over, proving hotter than the tub itself. She firmly squeezed Sombra’s legs, causing him to flare his teeth.

“You’re thinking about killing me, aren’t you?”

Twilight glared at Sombra. “I’m really contemplating it right now.”

“Well go ahead. Try me.” Sombra folded his arms, waiting for Twilight to act. His interest rose as she lit her horn, pointing it towards him. Her rage was taking hold. She no longer could stand the tyrant’s rants. She was going to try to put him out of commission, even if it required her to die in the process.

Wait…

Twilight’s eyes lightened, senses finally returning to her.

This is what he wants. He’s trying to get the better of my emotions. If I were to do this, and die now…

Twilight took a deep breath and continued scrubbing Sombra’s legs, dimming her horn.

Just keep calm, and wait it out. This is all apart of the plan. I can’t let my friends down.

Sombra lowered his arms back into the water, relaxing a little as she continued washing him.

Now all that was left was his privates, the part Twilight dreaded and Sombra eagerly anticipated. Twilight took another puff of air, lathered her hands with more soap, and began to clean his girth.

It was firm yet soft at the same time. She pressed against the folds to clean it in its entirety, working her way towards the tip. It was humiliating, similar to a whore giving a stallion a handjob, only she wasn’t getting paid for her services.

Sombra put his hand behind his head and stared at her with great interest. He was eating the whole ordeal up.

Twilight swiftly washed his penis, scrubbing it as best as she could. After finally finishing off Sombra’s entire body, she brought her hands out of the water. Her hands were wrinkled from being submerged for so long, something she remedied by using slight magic to smoothen them out. Sombra looked at her disapprovingly.

“Let me guess, I’m not allowed to use magic, am I?” Twilight asked coldly.

“I don’t know what would give you the idea that I’d let you ever use it,” Sombra snarled. “Any sign of magic from my slave could be potential treason.”

“For a powerful king, you sure are paranoid.”

“Well, it’s hard not to be when you just threatened my life.”

Twilight tapped her hands against her face. “Well, tou-freakin’-che.”

Sombra was taken aback by Twilight's words, lowering his eyes in annoyance.

“You really should watch that tongue of yours. Eventually, I’ll rip it out of your mouth.” The two stared venomously at each other, Sombra lifting himself out of the tub, his body once again exposed to Twilight. “Fetch me a towel.”

Twilight went to the rack and grabbed his white towel. Sombra rubbed his hair, shaking off the water. He then wrapped it around his body, much to Twilight’s relief.

“Make your way to my room, peasant,” Sombra stated. “I don’t have you a room arranged, so you will be sleeping on the floor.”

“Fine by me, Master,” Twilight said. Better than sleeping with you.

Sombra led Twilight into his bedroom. It was a spacious room, with only a few cabinets and drawers to make it set out. A huge, king sized bed was displayed under the chandelier, which was made out of pure crystals. The pale moonlight provided its light source, brightening the room up with its beams.

Twilight observed the room. Its design was simple, yet had some charm to it. It would have been a decent living arrangement under the management of another. But what really held her attention was the balcony. Other than a clear view, it was another place her friends could invade when the time arose. Twilight walked toward the balcony doors and turned the knob.

“What are you doing, peasant?” Sombra hissed, rushing in front of Twilight to stop her. “I didn’t give you permission to leave the vicinity!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Come on, Master. What could I possibly do out there that would need your attention?”

“Jump.”

Twilight tapped her chin, smiling smugly. “Actually, that’s not exactly a bad idea…”

Sombra lowered his eyes, not amused at Twilight’s snarkiness. “You’re really working my nerves now.”

“You’ve done it to me all day. Least I could do is get some retaliation, Lord.”

Sombra huffed, grabbing Twilight by the arm and throwing her to the floor next to his bed.

“For that attitude, you will sleep on the floor with no covers to lay on. I hope you don’t get cold easily. We are in the snowy mountains after all.”

Sombra threw the sheets to the side and got in his bed. Before he covered himself with them, Twilight leaned against his bed, much to his frustration.

“And, what do you want?” Sombra asked.

“I just wanted to know if… well…” Twilight tried to sound as coy as possible to wane suspicion. “I just wanted to know if I could send a letter to my friends. You know, tell them how I’m doing.”

Sombra glared at Twilight, who looked at him with pleading eyes. He raised an eyebrow in suspicion, looking for a reason to not allow her that right.

“I suppose you could send a letter,” he agreed, “but I would have to survey it, for obvious reasons.”

“I understand, Master.” Twilight stood up and bowed to him gratefully. King Sombra went into his drawers, pulling out a piece of paper and quill, dipping it into the ink bottle.

“Make it short and quick. I want to go to sleep!”

“Yes, Master.” Twilight leaned against the bed, holding the quill and pressing it against the paper. Without hesitation, even with Sombra breathing down her neck, she began to write her letter.

Friends,

Do not worry about me. Even though my first day as Sombra’s slave is stressful, I’ll be able to manage. I don’t want you girls to do anything drastic. Stay put and calm. Just remember, this is for the safety of the Crystal Ponies, and if that means sacrificing my free will, then so be it. I just wanted to write and tell you that I’m doing well. King Sombra has not done anything to me, other than make me do remedial tasks, so there’s no need to worry about my safety. I hope to see you all soon. I miss all of you.

Your friend,

Twilight Sparkle

Twilight wrapped the letter and lit her horn, shrouding it with magic. With a blink of an eye, the scroll vanished, being sent directly to Spike.

“There, you happy now?” Sombra asked, receiving a nod of approval by Twilight. “Good, now go to sleep! You have a lot of work to do tomorrow.

Sombra plopped his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, drifting to sleep quite easily. Twilight laid her head on the hard, crystal floor. It was uncomfortable and cold, making it nearly impossible for her to relax and drift into slumber. However, even under these circumstances, she still found herself smiling. Finally, something about the day that gave her pleasure. The letter she sent would come as a key part of taking down Sombra, once and for all.

Just wait a little longer, Twilight. Pretty soon, you’ll have everything sorted out.

Author's Notes:

This took a while, but here's hoping it was worth it. I'll try to update a lot faster next time.