Author's Notes:

HOLY CRAP!!!
How in the name of god did this get over 150 favourites?!
Thank you to everyone who is supporting this fic.
I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I wrote this as a second chapter mostly because I didn't want to include a time switch in the first and to answer a few questions.

A thousand years I've been sitting here.
A thousand years cut off from all other life.
A thousand years without beautiful, sweet chocolate.
Perfectly blended, not too sweet, with a nice caramel and biscuit center.
...
SHUT UP! We all have our vices!

What was I saying again?
Oh right.

I've been imprisoned by the queen bitch herself for a thousand years in a pocket dimension located between the planes of life and death with a massive portion of my power stripped from me.

Both of which I can understand.

But at the very least, Celestia could have at least had the decency to make it more than one metre, by one metre.

Again, I digress.

I would go into details about what I've done while imprisoned, but I can sum it up in a few sentences.

A few decades yelling at the top of my lungs for freedom.
A century or two practising what little magic I had left.
The rest spent meditating, so I can sense and occasionally see into the land of the living.

Long ago, during my meditations, I had accepted that I could remember nothing of my old life beyond the events of my arrival, not even my name.

But, it was in one of the few moments where I could actually SEE the living world that I saw the means of my return.

A light blue unicorn challenged Celestia's latest pet while wearing an amulet, my amulet.
At the sight of it, I instinctively ran two fingers along my collarbone, where the scar used to be.

I watched the events unfold as the princess' prized pupil was defeated and banished, but I was more interested in the one with my amulet.
She seemed... odd. She was making cruel and irrational decisions, such as banning wheels and demanding to be pulled along on a chariot.

Even I, in all my terrible glory had never been so unusually cruel.
I may have maimed, burned and massacred, but I never did anything so stupid.

Unable to do anything about her idiocy, I watched as she was challenged to a re-match only to fall prey to petty parlour tricks.

Still following my amulet, I saw the pupil write a letter, presumably to the princess.
When the reply came, and what I can safely assume to be a spell, she prepared to banish the amulet.

Be it by fate, coincidence, or sheer, blind luck, she reopened the pocket I was in and closed it as soon as she released the amulet.

Putting my amulet back on, I screamed at the familiar, painful heat and tightness as it once again became a part of me.

I immediately felt my power grow. Not quite to what it was before, but enough to magically feel the walls of my prison.

Searching for the weakest point between here and the land of the living, I let out a dark chuckle.

"Soon, Celestia, I'll be back. And we'll see if the world has forgotten true fear in a thousand years."

The moment I was able to excuse myself from the Saddle Arabian ambassadors, I returned to the place where I banished him, having earlier received a letter from Twilight about her encounter with his amulet.

As I looked upon the stone building where we had faced off, I had to steel myself, for the destroyed and overgrown town had a lingering coldness, like it didn't approve of living beings.

Entering the only standing building, I looked at everything.

Nothing had ever changed every time I visited. The tapestries had flames along their bottoms and up their sides, but never went out or spread.
The balcony looked like it was about to collapse, but never did.
Hundreds of subtle reminders of everything that happened, never changing from the moment I cast him out.

Eventually I approached the statue of him I had made and placed over the exact position where he stood before entering his prison.

looking into the empty eyes of the carving, I remembered that day.

I flew into the town as it burned. The smell of cooking flesh present even above the smoke. Bodies of ponies, griffons and the occasional minotaur littered the bloodied ground.
The deeper I ventured, the more I saw. A trail of death left by the creature that had whispered into my sister's ear.
Dispelling a few fires that impeded my progress I made my way towards the center of town, when I saw him through the flames.
He held the town's guard captain against a wall by his throat with the tip of his small, curved blade just piercing below the captain's jaw as his hooves flailed uselessly. He turned his head as if sensing my presence and looked at me with laughing eyes.
I was forced to look away as the blaze separating us flared and when I looked back he was gone and the captain was on the ground, a shining pool growing beneath him.
Clearing the flames between us, I hurried over, hoping to help, but in my heart I knew I was too late.
Stepping back from the captain's body and looked for Jack, only to find something that proved him to be a monster.
A young griffon impaled in a spear sticking vertically out of the ground, showing he truly showed no mercy for anything.
Turning away, so as to avoid making myself sick, I saw a single building still intact.
The town hall.
As I stormed in, he just stood there with his back to me, and spoke, his voice coming from all around me.
"I am surprised it took you so long to act."
He turned to face me and a wavering red aura covered the doorway.
"Still, you came. You're as predictable as I thought"
As he drew his massive blade, I ignited my magic, bringing forth the Elements of Harmony.
Focusing my magic, I used the elements on the ground beneath him, opening a bright hole into a prison even I did not understand.
As his legs fell from under him, he dropped the larger weapon, accidentally sending it sliding out of his reach, grabbed his smaller ones and jammed them into the ground, in an attempt to keep himself from falling the rest of the way in.
My heart raced as he started to pull himself out, but as his claw-weapons came loose, I knew he had lost.
When his grip on the hooked blade finally gave out, he did not yell or make a last, defiant threat. He simply looked at me with a terrible anger and an unspoken promise of vengeance.
As he slipped into his prison, the elements sealed it for what I hoped would be eternity.
When the light cleared, where he stood was his mask and an Amulet that vanished the instant my magic touched it, teleporting it far away.
The mask however didn't disappear. When I levitated it, a thousand, thousand voices emanated from it.
It wanted to be worn, but I could feel that as long as its master lived, it would slowly destroy any other wearer.
And finally his weapons. The claws and small blade were plain, but so finely made, I doubted anything would ever marr or tarnish them, but the large blade was another matter entirely, as it seemed to glow with raw power, but was not innately evil.
Then and there, I decide I would separate them all.

I looked at the statue I'd had crafted around the mask and said, "Even if you ever return, you'll never get the chance to regain your previous power."

Before I turned and left, I reached into the statue with my magic and felt just how much the mask's power had dimmed.
It was barely a fraction of what it was when he was imprisoned.

Even as my magic felt for the weakness, I cast my mind out in search of my mask, finding it where she imprisoned me, albeit much weaker than it used to be.

'This changes nothing. I will make them know fear again.'

As these thoughts left me I let my thoughts drift back to the princesses and the reason I was in this mess.

'Had she not jumped to conclusions, I would never have resorted to such drastic measures. I just hope... No. That seems unlikely.'