Chronicles of the Protectors

The dark pegasus stood before his window, looking out at the world before him.  The frail orange earth pony, Fervorulo, stood beside him.

“Isn't it beautiful, Fervorulo?” The pegasus asked.  “An entire nation, stricken without destructive, harmful magic.”  His teeth clenched as he spoke, slowly looking over at his metal-bound wing.

“Yes, sir.  Such a sight indeed.” Fervorulo answered, sounding very unsure.  The pegasus looked at him angrily.

“Do you not agree, Fervorulo?” The pegasus' voice altered, striking fear into the frail pony beside him.

“I-I do agree, sir!” Fervorulo said frantically, shaking as he stared out the window.

“Has there been any word from Canterlot?” The pegasus asked.

“Yes sir.” Fervorulo said, turning toward him.  “We found this, there.” Fervorulo reached to the desk behind them and grasped a scroll. The pegasus forcefully snatched it from him, causing Fervorulo to jump back in shock. He looked over it frantically.

“This symbol...” The pegasus said, not moving his attention from the page,  “Did you find out what it means?”

“Uh... No, sir...” Fervorulo said cautiously, idly stepping away from the pegasus.  “No one here recognizes the symbols, and we've no way of researching them any more...”  The pegasus glared at Fervorulo, his eyes threatening to bore into his mind.  He crumpled the scroll and threw it behind him.

“No matter.” He said, “There is not a being on this planet that can stop me now. Me, who has single hoofedly purified a nation. Me! The mighty Tropo Rex!  I am invincible!” Tropo's wings flared outward, the metal bracing on one shining in the small amount of light.  Fervorulo gulped audibly as Tropo Rex laughed maniacally, staring madly out the window.