A day has passed since I killed the Storm King. Tempest Shadow, as I had learned the unicorn was named, quickly told me how the yeti-like creatures that inhabited this island, called simply Storm Creatures, had an ancient custom. The custom was that anyone who killed their ruler automatically had the rights to the throne.

She explained that they believed that it didn't matter how the king was killed, because anyone who could bypass the castle's defenses or it's guards had more than enough strength to be a leader.

It had only been won through direct combat once before, and among their own kind, but again, they didn't care as long as you proved you were strong in one respect or another.

I was still trying to get over the fact that I was in a fantasy land, and that the whole damn thing was actually real. I will admit, the brief time I had alone last night, I was upset. I had quickly realised I was very far from home, and had no idea how to get back.

I wouldn't be able to see Suzy's stupid, goofy smile, or my brother's antics. I was very, very alone. And a bit scared.

I remember lashing out at one of the paintings, and thus burning it with Solar Light in my rage. It was a self-portrait of the Storm King. I didn't care, though.

I wasn't really worrying about the king I'd killed, either. In part because he was a tyrant if what I'd heard was any indication, and also because I had killed plenty of sentient beings plenty of times before during my time in the Marines.

Currently, I was trying to keep my modesty as Tempest attempted to get a very loose fitting set of ceremonial armor on me. I was facing the mirror, holding the huge scale mail bra over my bosom.

I had quickly learned after I disrobed that I was an Awoken from Destiny, with dark blue, almost purple and surprisingly flawless skin, and silver hair, thankfully still in my original style, which was just long enough to cover one of my glowing, golden eyes, but short enough that it didn't reach all the way to my shoulders.

Oh, and I had the Dark Sign. So I was also Undead. Joy.

Anyways, Tempest was busy cutting the straps and making them shorter so the scale mail bra could fit on me without falling off. Thankfully, I didn't have to wear those stereotypical chainmail loincloths, no, I got a full set of chainmail leggings, heavy cotton trousers under them with dark steel knee guards strapped to them.

The scale mail bra was the only bit left to put on. I sighed as I waited for Tempest to finish fixing the straps and looked out the window of the tower.

I am not going to enjoy being out there with nothing but a fucking scale mail bra and pants on. Especially since this island was called the Island of Storms for a reason. There was a thunder storm outside. Every. Day. Which meant rain and cold winds.

I'm going to be freezing my ass off.

My Ghost, whom I have taken to calling Ventus, was at present maintaining my gear for me. I really didn't want to lose that stuff, especially since it had all become real after getting here, so I was glad she was taking care of it.

"You know Your Highness..." Tempest began, trying to create a new latch for one of the straps. "...I don't think I've ever had to do this sort of thing for anyone before."

"And I don't think I've ever been doing this kind of thing before either," I answered.

"Considering what you told me earlier about your life, that makes sense," Tempest replied.

I hadn't told her the truth, or much at all. So, I told her an abridged version, saying that I used to travel and thus dressed myself.

She just figured that meant adventurer, and I was fine with that. What I wasn't fine with was the fact I had needed help with this get-up, since it was so large.

She finally made the latch and began to fasten it to the strap. "Still, how small are your teats if I have to adjust this thing down five whole sizes?"

My cheeks burned with a blush as I elbowed the mare. "I'll have you know I'm pretty decent for my people!"

The mare grunted as I saw her rub her cheek with a hoof before getting back to work. "Sorry, Your Highness. I'll try to remember that you are a completely different race than the indigenous population."

I grunted, still blushing. "You better..." I grumbled. A short while later she finished fastening the latch to the strap and fastened the strap itself to me, making sure it was tight, before stepping back.

"Better?" she asked. I looked at myself, turning this way and that, before giving myself a nod of approval.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Good. Let us get on with the coronation, then," she said, and trotted towards the door, opening it for me. "You first, Your Highness."

I grunted. "Ventus, come on." I called to my Ghost.

"Coming!" she chirped, disappearing in a cloud of blue particles and retreating into me. Still don't know how the hell that works, nor can I say I particularly like the feeling, but I can worry about that later.

With that done, I walked out of my chambers and down the hall, Tempest following behind me. We walked a good while before finally coming to a set of black steel doors, carved with symbols of storms and wild ocean tides. I stopped before them, took a deep breath, and opened them.

Immediately I was met by a cacophony of what I could only imagine was congratulatory roars and raucous cheers in the Storm Creature language. I saw thousands upon thousands of them, male and female, children and adults, all crowding the courtyard and the areas beyond.

I won't lie, I was very hesitant to step out onto the balcony, but I remembered my training, and that right now, these people needed me. So, I stepped out onto the balcony. The cheers and roars grew louder, and I saw guards stamping the butts of their halberds in approval.

"Crowd really loves you, huh partner?" Ventus noted. I grunted.

"Yeah. Sadly," I muttered. She just giggled.

I looked to the side where a small... hedgehog, I think he said, named Grubber stood on the railing, holding the very crown the Storm King once bore. The rain bore down on us hard, and I was right, I was freezing. But I think I was getting goosebumps from more than just the cold. Grubber turned to face the crowd, holding the crown high. A lightning bolt arced across the sky just as he did.

"Today marks the start of a new day! A new future! A future full of promise!" He slowly placed the crown on my head, and the crowd erupted in such a deafening roar of cheers that I swore my ears were ringing from them as well as the thunder and lightning that followed. "Your Storm Queen! Lucette Petremol!" More lightning, more cheers.

I cracked a small grin. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Just gotta remember to not fuck everything up.

A week after the Friendship Festival, Princess Celestia was having a nice, relaxing day off. The nobles, for once, had nothing to trouble her with, and thus she was allowed a day of peace in the quiet hours of the afternoon. She sat on a plush, top-of-the-line cushion on her balcony as she overlooked the horizon that stretched out before her.

She sighs in content and takes a sip of her favorite jasmine tea.

"Such a perfect day... And to think that I have to spend such lovely days as these listening to those nobles..." she shakes her head and places her teacup down on it's accompanying tray with a soft smile. "The things we do to keep peace."

Suddenly, her chamber doors burst open, and a Royal Guard rushes in. "Your Highness! I bring great news!" he said, rushing over to her and stopping just behind her, saluting sharply. Celestia sighs and turns her head to face him, but her smile returns soon enough.

"And? What is this great news? Is Dragon Lord Ember coming to visit? I did so enjoy having her over last month," Celestia mused. The guard shook his head.

"No, Your Highness. The Storm King has been overthrown, and the lands he once controlled have been turned over to their rightful owners by the new monarch!" the guard reported. Celestia's eyes promptly widened to saucers. She whirled on her guard.

"You're certain?" she asked carefully. He nodded. Celestia broke out in a wide smile. "That truly is great news! Tell me, who is this new monarch?"

"She goes by a few titles, two of which were instated by her. 'The Traveler's Chosen', and 'The Darkslayer'. Of course, her traditional title is The Storm Queen," The guard explained dutifully. "We do not know much about her, only that she came into power three weeks before the Festival, and that she offered the survivors of the Abyssinia Slaughter their lands back, along with many others, in return for trade agreements."

"Such generosity... It's nearly unheard of for the Storm Creatures. Usually they either isolate themselves or try to conquer other lands, but to think that one of them would show such kindness..." Celestia mused, hoof on her chin. Her brows furrowed in thought over her large, amethyst eyes. "Those titles though... They are quite intriguing..." The royal white mare shook her head, placing those thoughts aside for later as she removed her hoof from her chin and turned to the guard. "Alert my sister, and bring her to me, please. I must send some letters."

The guard saluted and galloped off to do just that. Celestia summoned some paper and a quill and started to write.

She had many preparations to go through.

EDIT: Another new intro, one hopefully better than that trashy one from before.

EDIT: Added a better intro, complete with a new, better song.

EDIT: Fixed some grammatical errors and the like. Added an intro, complete with song.

I hope this one didn't bore you all too much. It's just a bit of a two part set-up for the next arc.

Thanks for reading, my lovelies.

-Timeless Celestial