Chronicles of the Protectors

A lone, sturdy pegasus sat in a darkened room, looking over a large desk, covered with countless papers of questionable content and importance.  The only light in the room came from a window, stretching from the floor of the room to the ceiling, and between both walls.  The dim light from the window shone off of one of the pegasus' wings, which was jointed and crafted from silver colored metal.  The minimal amount of light just barely made visible his features.  He was a deep, deep blue in color.  His mane and tail were a menacingly dark black, with no shine to them whatsoever, and his eyes were a dim gray, his left closed slightly due to a deep scar crossing it, stretching from his hair-line to the middle of his muzzle. His cutie mark seemed to resemble a black feather, dripping a dark ooze from around it.

A frail looking light orange Earth Pony quickly burst in through a door on the other side of the darkened room. He charged toward the desk and the pegasus urgently, his yellow mane and eyes bouncing around frantically.

“What is it, Fervorulo?” The pegasus asked, his voice deep and menacing, creating an echo within the large, dark room.

“It's Canterlot, sir! The fallen city!” The frail pony, Fervorulo, said, sounding almost out of breath.  “I-It's... It's back on the mountain.”

“What?” The pegasus asked, his gaze and voice sending a chill down Fervorulo's spine.

“It's b-been re-bound to the mountain, sir.” Fervorulo repeated.  The pegasus closed his eyes tightly.

“I want units there, searching for whatever unicorn scum or otherwise could have lifted tat mountain from it's crater in the ground!” The pegasus shouted.  Fervorulo reeled back in fear, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Y-yes sir! Right away sir!”  Fervorulo quickly darted out of the room, as the pegasus stood and approached the oversized window, staring out it intently.

“So it's finally happened. The time of rebellion is finally upon us.” The pegasus spoke to himself. He aimed his head downward and smirked menacingly, bearing his teeth.  “But it will be crushed.  Just as the age of magic has fallen, so too, shall this rebellion.”