Sauron gathered his strength and stood up. Sauron prepared for an attack from the dragons, yet nothing came. Sauron looked around and noticed the flames that whirled and fought against the cold wind. His counter attack that prevented swindle from harming him was an overkill. He used to much power, yet it seems they still want to fight.

Sauron stood up and prepared to end this, he wanted to summon his armor and become giant again. It might be the first time he will disapprove of his change in size since he came to this world. In Middle-Earth he was about three and a half to four meters tall, now he is twelve. It is weird as he only takes the form of an elf when talking with the ponies, while in his armor he changes his body slightly to a more man like form.

It can mean many things; however, it is not the time to think about this. Sauron stretched his hands out, like he would with a curtain, he moved his left arm left and right to the right. Great winds followed by that, the snow stopped and the fires that burned brightly were flattened. The flames have been extinguished by Sauron’s will. But as the fires were flattened, they also been divided and like butter, or more like water, they flooded the surroundings melting the ice in front of Sauron.

Sebek protected his face with his hand so that the fire wouldn’t hit him. It didn’t hurt him as fire barely can hurt a dragon, yet the fires of Sauron have been able to. Glint did the same but with his wings, protecting every inch of his body from the fire that wasn’t affected by Sauron’s magic completely.

“Surrender, and acknowledge my power.” Sauron said, “Swear loyalty towards me, or die!” He yelled and his voiced echoed.

His voice echoed through all the ice saves, ice had cracked, and snow has trembled under the power and authority of his words. It sounded like a ruler whose power was beyond the two sisters of Canterlot just commanded the universe and wanted to bend its fundamental to the speaker will. The dragons coughed, but didn’t respond.

But Sebek didn’t feel like a traitor this night. “I won’t betray the Dragon Lands!”

Sauron only pointed two of his finger at Sebek, or rather next to Sebek. Sebek was on his knees and there was a small gap between him and the ground he was on. Air was sucked and Sebek with a horrifying look, wanted to run. The small orb shined brightly white, it erupted with air that sent Sebek towards Sauron’s direction and pushed snow and ice in all directions destroying a small portion of the mountain they were on.

The rocks that fell formed a small snowslide. Minor portions of the of the mountain continued to fall creating a triangle shaped crag. Sebek was large compared to Sauron that yet didn’t summon his armor.Sebek was in great pain from the weak attack Sauron has served. It wasn’t meant to kill. The attack itself aimed at muscles and was supposed to be absorbed by the body of the victim to then hurt the muscles.

That way Sauron only weakened the fighting capabilities of the Dragon. Torture is needed in battle to spark fear and tear hope apart. Morales are also very important to crack, Morales sometimes are better than warriors from the highest ranks. His orcs are moderate at Morales, they will fight blindly as long as there is a captain, the captain is dead, it means everyone is dead.

“And you?” Sauron addressing Glint.

Glint was shaking from fear; a dragon shouldn’t shake from fear. A dragon is supposed to be the best example of bravery and courage from all races. A dragon needs to be aggressive and always protect his family, food and gold. A dragon should be greedy towards everything that is connected to victory. But Glint has been bleached by Sauron’s horrifying skills. Glint was weak, and he doubts he would be greeted with open arms into the ranks for someone so magically skilled like Sauron.

“I-I-I…I’d rather die!”

“A wise decision.” Sauron commented, with a cold and venomous voice.

Sauron was surrounded by strange orange particles, they illuminated orange light. There was shadow like energy or maybe smoke also surrounding him. The dragons begin to back away, Glint wanted to fly but the shards from the sword Sauron broke made it impossible for his wings to move. Sebek didn’t have enough strength as he was weakened by Sauron’s earlier attacks.

It was a nightmare, it grew and grew and grew. Sauron changed for them into a dark mist that was giant and started to resemble a middle-aged dragon. They were scared, they were young, they still had plans! Sebek want to have two eggs, and Glint wanted to become famous. Fate spoke, and those plans were burned.

When It died, they saw something ripped out of fantasy or maybe a comic book. What’s worse it was real, and it was just before their eyes. Sauron, that small guy who belonged to a race unknown to them was now giant wearing spiky armor. It was amusing, to see him like this. His neck protection was spikes, his helmet was spiky. Anywhere you look you can be impaled, or impale yourself by accident when attacking.

Yet Sauron’s armor was forged very good. A master smith had to forge it. It had to cost Sauron a very big amount of gold coins to acquire such a set for himself. Sauron wielded a mace with six flags. It was long and had weird markings, they were surprisingly familiar to the ones of the changelings and how they decorate their weapons.

Sauron took one step forward, he was silent and brought his mace up into the air. His hand on the end of the mace’s hilt. He fluently with his wrists movement hit Sebek that was lying on his knees. When the mace impacted with Sebek, the only thing Sauron could hear together with Glint was a juicy and fleshy sound that drowned the sound of bones breaking in Sebek’s body.

Sebek was send for away into the wilderness of the mountains, snow also was send with him, accompanied by ice and rocks. A significant portion of the ground under Sebek was thrusted into the air by Sauron’s attack that had unbelievable knockback, strangely it was somewhat foretold by a small burst of light.

“Sebek…” Glint whispered.

He could see his friends blood that froze in air when Sauron’s mace struck him. No one knew, but Glint had some feelings towards Sebek. And to see one of his best friend’s death happen without his intervention? Its unactable, he must take revenge for his friend’s death!

“Demon!” Glint called.

Sauron turned to look at the Blue Dragon, he had eyes full of ire and hatred towards him. Good, finally he might see something interesting from a dragon. Maybe now he will show some skills! The dragon stood up and he starched his wounded bleeding wings. He ran and took a small shard from his body.

“Me dead, and you alive.” Stared glint his voice weak. “Isn’t it what you want?” He spoke again with more bravery in this statement “Too bad dreams barely come true!” Glint cried out.

The Blue Dragon took up into the air, as he found new sources of energy to fight. In the name of Sebek, his friend that he felt emotions too and he feels them now better and stronger. He will slay that demon and the ponies!

Sauron only watched with interest what will the Blue Dragon do. The Blue Dragon charged at him, Sauron wanted to slap him like he would with a mosquito, but Sauron was deceived by his own skills. Glint avoided Sauron hand, and landed onto Sauron’s helmet. The Blue Dragon opened his mouth and deep in the dragon's throat he could see light, he could see fire.

Glint breathed fire right into Sauron face, the fire had an entering as Sauron needed to breathe air and with those exact openings meant for oxygen for Sauron to breathe, fire entered and burned Sauron face. The Dark Lord screamed in agony and put his hands onto his helmet to cover the entries so that the Blue Dragon can fly away.

With his legs Glint flew away and avoided the armored hands of the Dark Lord who grunted and hissed from the pain. Glint didn’t waste his time, he moved quickly towards Sauron neck to strike him there. He attacked immediately gripping the metal shard of the sword he took out of his body, ignoring that his athletic movements only worsened his own injuries.

Glint with one mighty flap of his wings landed on Sauron’s back and his raised hand followed down the way to strike him. But just right before the contact, Glint saw that Sauron’s neck was protected by chain mail, a thick and well-crafted chain mail. It blocked Glints attack and only cut his own hand.

Sauron noticed Glint on his back, he wanted to get him, Sauron dropped his mace and with both of his hands he aimed for the back of his neck to catch the Blue Dragon. The Blue Dragon dropped on the ground, he didn’t break his bones, yet his back hurt badly. He bleed very severely and his injuries drove him crazy.

Sauron turned to see the Blue Dragon under him, under his legs laid the Blue Dragon. Sauron wanted to smash him with his foot. Yet the dragon rolled left. Glint was lucky his wings weren’t as big as most dragons, or else he might have been pinned by Sauron’s armored boots. Glint rolled back and stood on his feet, he proceeded with breathing fire.

The fire didn’t do much damage and created some smoke that Sauron had to wipe away with his hand to see where Glint was. Just when he cleared his surroundings, he saw that Glint tried to again do what he has done earlier and hurt him by breathing fire right into his face. However, Sauron had his lungs filled with air.

Sauron blew at the dragon, first the Blue Dragon slowed down and eventually was send backwards a few meters away, hiting his head against a rock that stuck out of earth. Glint moaned in pain and he couldn’t stand up. Sauron unsummed his armor and again turned small, his face was burned, not badly but he was hurt, and he had second degree burns all over his face.

His flesh was swollen, and blood was pouring from his cheeks. His blond hair were also burned and messy. His look was sinister and angry, he was angry at himself and his stupidity that he allowed to be played by the dragon like this. Maybe a Dragon, and maybe a different world, but they can do exactly the same thing.

Sauron proceed towards the Blue Dragon, he will have to somehow heal himself if he wants to avoid questions from the Princess and Discord if he dares to show up! Shining Armor will have questions too, and the missing of the Heart will be connected to his injuries for sure. Sauron must use dark arts to heal himself, such injuries would go away in time, but he can’t risk it.

Glint tried to stand up, but he couldn’t, he saw Sauron walking towards him with an angry scowl and eyes filled with anger. After such an image he received energy from his muscles and his body to move away as fast as possible. He crawled as fast as he could possibly, many would have given up, but he won’t yet.

Glint was paralyzed by an unbelievably painful and dominating force. His body reacted in spasms, and he was turned and put on his legs. He couldn’t breathe, he was choked, and he felt burning in his throat, as if he drunk lava. Sauron had his hand extended, and he commanded his body to walk towards him like puppet.

Sauron’s ring glowed brightly, it just wanted to make glint obey its command, to tell him his will is weak, that he is just a lizard and he is just a weakling. He was, he didn’t succeed in killing Sauron. Glint was forcefully walking towards Sauron, he could feel how he loses control over himself and how Sauron’s influence takes over his body.

He saw a trail of light, slightly transparent and orange in color guiding his body, the closer he was the stronger the trail was and the weaker he became, as if he was falling asleep his eyes became heavier and heavier. Whatever he will do, he is lost, he will die. Glint fell on his knees and extend his arms left and right widely as if waiting for a blessing from the founder of the Dragon kin.

Sauron placed his right hand on the Dragons face, when he touched the scales of the dragon the surroundings went silent. The eyes of the dragon became orange just like Sauron’s and illuminated orange light. Sauron placed his second hand on the dragon’s face, and from under his palm, light that wasn’t hot or freezing cold shined.

Both Sauron and the Dragon were surrounded by blackness and green mold light. A beam of green shoot into the sky and when it reached the clouds it sent wave of the green light sparking the presence of Sauron’s dark magic, corrupting and changed the surroundings with its presence. Glint and Sauron were hugged by the greenery and the blackness, it was hollow in its sound, yet demonic and heavy like the breaths of slaves Sauron possessed in Núrn.

The darkness was shaped like an onion dome around them, and the deep mold green light was dominating at the peak of it. Air was sucked into it, but the darkness soon collapsed and only the green necromantic light was left, it was more and more transparent with each second. When Sauron was done with Glint, the green turned white immediately and burst into a horizontal thin shockwave resembling a disk that damaged the ice caves and the hills around cutting them.

What was left of Glint? It was nothing more than an old, drained from life Dragon. His body was thin, and you could see bones, he was old, and he grew a small white beard. His teeth rot away and the second-degree burn were on Glints face rather than Sauron’s. Glints flesh was weak, and any regenerating abilities have been taken from him. Glint only breathed heavily, as if his lungs were the driest object in Equis.

And Sauron? Sauron stood tall and almost perfectly fine, he had a small scar going all the way from his chin all the way to his right eye, that scar was barely visible, and it gave him more of a warrior charm. He looked less fake, more experienced and older then before. His burned hair however didn’t regrow, but the burnt hair were cleaned.

Sauron let go of Glint that fell on the ground immediately after he retreated his hands, he fell like Gondolin. Sauron didn’t want to use dark arts in this world, or if he had to. Use them in the most requiring situation. The injuries he had were severe enough that his regenerating abilities wouldn’t have healed his body fast enough.

Sauron had small doubts in his doing, maybe it wasn’t necessary to use dark magic on Glint after all? He could have used illusions to cover his face up? However, Cadence and Discord could have felt his illusion and his magic, then it would only spark more fear or possibly make him a suspect. It was necessary for his plans.

He can’t think like this, he needs to be strong he can’t show weakness. He can’t be merciful, but he must be rationable. Two separate things, but are connected and that makes it hard. But he has to move, he spend to much time here and he needs to save Sahvoz, and more importantly he needs to get the Heart into his hands.

Sauron just moved his hand backwards and the doors to the ice cave flew away, you could compare it to a troll ripping them off the wall. Sauron entered the ice cave, he could hear water dripping down, probably from his attacks. The cave was wide but compared to the dragons rather small. It was a long and curvy, Sauron didn’t need too much time to find the first obstacle.

Three different ways lead further into the cave, he could swear he wanted to bring this mountain down and he could do it if he really wanted to. Sauron closed his eyes and he opened them to only see a blurry world, it was weird however, it was blue and filled with colors of many kinds. With weird tracks and weird energies.

‘It seems the wraith world looks different here’ Sauron thought.

It still held similar properties to the wraith world in Arda, he could see far in the distance, different kinds of colors and two bigger ones. Those bigger ones had to be the dragons, one was pink, the other was green and had a blue light surrounding it. He saw ember and it was shaped like a pony, this had the be Sahvoz, he was lying on the ground. There were other colors, they were stocked in one place, so he couldn’t tell exactly how many of them were there.

He connected the weird trails and the energies that swirled like colored wind around him to the colors of the dragons. He located the green dragon, his trail was green to and had small insignificant blue sparks. Sauron blinked, and his vision turned normal, the trail lead into the middle path before him.

Sauron went down that path, the rest of his journey was calm, and he didn’t go fast as he didn’t care to much about the ponies, maybe a little bit about Sahvoz, after all he fought good and he is the reason he could measure the strength of the Dragons. It seems the young blue one named Glint wasn’t a bad fighter. However, he chose poorly by fighting and not surrendering this will.

Sauron was getting near his destination, he could hear a female voice, rather seducing he had to admit. But it didn’t touch him, somehow Lunas, Celestias and Twilights voice was more of a touching problem then this one. It did have something from both three of the princesses, it sounded confident, just like when Twilight spoke about something she was sure of, it sounded like the dragon addressed her family, reminding of Celestia's motherly voice, and it was fluent, and kind, like Luna’s.

He also heard Nettles voice, the female had to be Lens. Weird names really, made out of nouns, adjectives or Eru knows what. Sauron prepared himself to quickly put the dragons down, with quick and painful tricks and spells he would kill or put the dragons to sleep. He had an idea how to do it, he would grab them with his telekinesis and bring them up and down, up and down. Until they don’t give up, then smack them together, and maybe add some lighting to make sure they are fried just a little. He had to let go of some of the anger till boiling inside of him after the skirmish with Glint.

“We have the heart, now what?”

“We are supposed to head back to the Dragon Lands, from the give the heart to the elder dragons and wait.”

“What do they want to do with the heart anyways?”

“How am I supposed to know? Something about wealth or maybe revenge, I once overheard them speaking with a new way to make the Dragons great again.”

“Yeah, and I want to have kids with a pony, we are great!”

“Apparently not, the Dragon Lord makes us looks weak by disallowing to bully or even mock the ponies, they are the weakest of all when not counting in unicorns and Alicorns.”

“I give you that, it’s stupid not to mock the ponies, they wouldn’t even dare to respond with the two sisters on their side either way” he rolled his eyes “And what shall we do with them?”

“I dunno, we can eat them, or maybe leave here or let them to starve or freeze to death.”

“I wish I could to the same to that bloody consort of hers!”

“What? Spike?”

“Yes, he is… he… he drives me crazy to just look at him! He thinks to much and does little.”

“Maybe that’s why he always has three times more gold, food and well, renown than you?”

“Shut up!” He yelled. “I’ll go and tell the others we are ready.” Nettle wanted to go but he sniffed something weird. “Do you smell it?”

Lens just looked at him weirdly, and she also sniffed “Yes, something weird, a scent of something burnt, but also fresh, like grass that was just cut”

“That would be me”

Lens and Nettle turned to the owner of the voice that came uninvited their little lair in the ice caves. Lens was an interesting dragon, she had a pink body, and a white belly. Her tail was thin and at the end shaped into a heart! Down her spine she had blue leaf shaped spikes, her complexion was rather attractive. What’s worse Sauron admitted it, he saw it, and he could without any doubts say it. What’s even weirder, her chest appeared to be slightly bumpy, as if she was about to grow breasts.

‘What the actual fuck?’

“Who in Tartarus greatest pits are you?” Lens asked

Sauron didn’t answer, he just concentrated on both of the dragons. He used his left hand for Lens and his right one for Nettle. He picked them up. They were heavy, but his magical abilities could easily handle them. He brought them up, and from there he brought them down with insane speeds. They meet with the ground once, then twice, then it was the third time they were brought up and own. Four, five, six, seven and finally twelfth time.

He heard them cry from pain and how their bones cracked, Lens nose was bleeding and her scales were damaged, Nettle had thicker scales and it didn’t hurt him as bad as it hurt Lens. He again brought them up into the air, and this time he smacked them together. One they met and impacted, two, they were stuck in a weird position.

Sauron let go of them, his hands sparked with light violet sparks, accompanied by dark blue ones. He let out the lighting he gathered in his alms and begin to roast the dragons. They begged, and the moaned, tears evaporated from their eyes once they left the tear duct. The lighting impacted with everything that was behind them.

“AHHHHKHGAAHH!”

The dragons brought mixtures and food with themselves, he saw sheep and he also saw some chickens impaled on a wooden rod like a Shashlik, cooked and ready to eat. The glass broke, and the food burned under Sauron’s lighting, note that Sauron used enough power to roast the dragons and not kill them. It still impacted with the ice walls breaking them and melting them, weakening the ceiling.

Sauron stopped his attacks and the roars and cries stopped, his hands were smoking. He turned to look at the ponies, they were unconscious. Sahvoz was aware of what happened, he looked as him terrified, Sauron didn’t yet pay to much attention to the ponies that were imprisoned, the only thing he knew, was that one had a dwarf like beard and a block of glass as his cutie mark.

“Where is the Heart?”

“T-There,” Sahvoz said a gulped, his throat was dry, he could hear it in Sahvoz’s voice. “In the chest.”

Sauron looked where Sahvoz has pointed yet he didn’t see a chest, he removed with telekinesis the trash he has burned, the Dragons seem to be asleep from the pair he dealt to them. He saw a chest, the lock to the chest was melted and the wooden chest was burning. Soon the small flame vanished as Sauron only put is attention on it.

Before he moved to the chest he looked back at Sahvoz who was terrified, he was just terrified, he didn’t know if he should cry or not, with whom he agreed to work? More importantly, this thing, Sauron. He can do such things to dragons? What will he do to the heart? How many ponies did he put under danger. Sauron located the chain that had Sahvoz wings and legs tied and broke it with his mind.

“Free your friends, and do it quickly.”

Sauron heard the hooves of Sahvoz hitting the ice, Sauron approached the chest where the Crystal Heart was, he opened it with his hand thanks to melting the lock first. It was a regular wooden chest, they were familiar to the chests his orcs use to ship gold from one place to another, of course there is no official currency in Mordor. Only gold is given on weight, you kill one soldier, you get one coin, you kill one thousand, you get one thousand gold coins, from any realm really.

He opened the chest, in it was the Crystal Heart. He took it, it was smooth as it was, clean and the Crystal mint color shined light at him. Now, he has to corrupt this artefact and get it back to the Crystal Empire, drop it somewhere, so that the guards may see it while getting unnoticed.

“Lucky Heart!” Sahvoz said, he cried from happiness.

Sauron turned and saw the Pony hugging and crying over a mare. She had a long mane all the way to her back, and her fine covered the right side of her head hiding her right eye, her mane was blond with additional stripes of red and white. She was fluffy and her chest presented the fluffiness. Her eyes were red, her muzzle was one of the longer types. Her coat was very light grey, almost silver he could say. Her hooves were also fluffy and she had a tired look. Her cutie mark was a heart that was wrapped aroundby a clover.

“I missed you, I-I promise nothing like this will ever again happen, I promise.” Sahvoz cried tears went down his cheeks all the way down his muzzle until they didn’t drop on the icy floor or her fur.

“Sahvoz…” She said, her voice was so happy, filled with hope, it was so light so innocent, unbelievably calm and loving. “Its okay, its not your fault they choose you.” Although squeaky, tired and also caring.

Sauron would totally abduct this pony so that she might have sing a song for him, he would pay a large sum for that voice really. Unbelievably sweet voice, it reminded him of the three Princesses and their voices, their voices held something he respected, and resembled a path to victory and power, here he only heard nature.

“Who is he? And what happened to the dragons?” She asked with her voice more lively and with more energy. ”Did you kill them?” She looked Sahvoz in the eyes and she places her hooves on his cheeks and looked him into the eyes, hoping he didn’t kill.

“He… He is a friend of mine. And he dealt with the dragons.” Sahvoz said, then whispered to her. “He is a great mage, please don’t say anything he is really angry.” He whispered into her ear.

Sauron didn’t hear what Sahvoz said, Sauron was concentrated on the heart and ways to corrupt it, or to change its attitude towards him. Sahvoz begin to untie the rest of his friends while he helped Lucky Heart to lie down and rest a little bit, so that blood may again run thru her legs. She didn’t like the way Sauron placed with the heart constantly zapping it with weird red sparks.

“Get up quickly.” Sahvoz said.

“Sahvoz?”

“Yes its me Big Pane, c’mon we have to move.”

“Who… who is that? Why are the dragons… dead.” He said frightened.

“The dragons aren’t dead and he is my friend, help me with others.”

“Y-Yes sure.”

Sahvoz helped his friends out and quickly he organized his friends to tell them where the exit is. Sahvoz friends didn’t trust Sauron, the most untrustworthy was Lucky Heart who didn’t want to join but she agreed after Sahvoz promised her that he will be alright. He explained where is the exit once again, but Lucky Heart managed to leave Sahvoz a small smooch before leaving.

Sahvoz friends left, Sauron and Sahvoz were left alone, Sauron wanted Sahvoz to stay by him as he wanted to “reward” Sahvoz for his work. Of course Sahvoz didn’t know about this, and he didn’t know much things about Sauron and his plans about him and the Crystal Ponies.

“Come here.” Sauron ordered.

Sahvoz walked up to him. “Yes?”

“You have proven good enough, you have something in you and I need a pony, a Pegasus for my future plans.” He said looking down at him.

“What does it mean?”

“It means, I have fulfilled my part of our contract, know you have to fulfill yours, swear loyalty towards me, and you will always show up when I command you to. I don’t care if you will be in bed with your love or not. You will show up.”

“But it’s-”

“No.” Sauron said strongly, with enough authority to make Sahvoz shut up. “You will, I won’t have you by my side all the time, and if you prove loyal and successful I might add a few things to your arsenal.” Sahvoz gulped. “Right now, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Do it!”

Sahvoz closed his eyes, he felt Sauron cold hand touch his face, soon he felt great pain. It went down his spine all the way to his bottom legs. He moaned and yelled, it was painful, as if someone put a torch into his chest. Equal to pain from an injury followed by a broken bone.

Sahvoz felt energy burst thru him and he felt powerful, although still felt great pain, he couldn’t breathe or yell anymore, he felt Sauron’s burning hand go and touch his right side of his neck, just where his mane hides his neck. He felt pulsating pain of something being burned there, or being stabbed right in that place.

Then it all stopped when Sauron let go of Sahvoz, he took a great inhale that filled his empty lungs with air.

“Look at it here or there, I left a mark on you, don’t show it to anyone... And that power I gave you earlier in the castle, it's your now forever. Use it wisely.” Sahvoz felt then his body being enhanced by something, he saw Sauron’s right palm glowing.

“Go, and don’t return, even if this place was about to crumble.

“Of course.” Sahvoz coughed some blood. “My L-Lord.”

Yes, as many probably already guessed, I will implement Sauron’s moral change slowly and gradually. For now it is too early. I have broken my rule and implemented some thoughts that already give signs of change.

Today I used much more magic, and also dark magic to give Sauron some more power. We will use less dark magic as time goes on but it will be necessary for the story to see some death.

Edited by Raistlin Phantom, give him some love

PS. My finger is rather OK so we will see another chapter soon.

PPS. Do you find it weird my story has 39 chapters and we've been thru half a week?