Chapters The Overlord, Master of Equestria.
The Beginning of the End
The Netherworld, a dark, dank place with crevices the size of Empire buildings overflowing with lava, dripping stalactites, and the tortured screams of a thousand dead. This is a place where no man no matter how brave would never dare enter, except for one man. That man was... "Oooh, oooh I knows!" shouts a tiny malformed voice. "Shut up Giblet! I'm trying to write our masters biography!" A faint noise like a foot kicking a deflated pig's bladder echos through the Netherworld cavern. "Ow." says the voice and falls silent.
"Hmmm, now where was I... Oh right!" The only man brave enough to enter the Netherworld and claim his place in the Netherworld was the first Master. We didn't know who he was, or where he came from, yet we felt dark energy surrounding his soul, and the other Minions swarmed to his side like flies onto a festering corpse. Before the master's arrival, the minions were only a small part of the Netherworld, trying to survive from the land above filled with light magic and those fluffy rats that the Nordbergians like to call seals! Ugh! Yet when that human entered our lives, instantly things turned for the better.
We invaded the surface and went to recover the rest of the Minion hives, which had been lost in the great war of the Fairy People and the Minion hordes, we were victorious, but our legions were scattered across the land. Our master found all of the Minions, and even the Tower Heart! The main power source for all sorts of evil magic!. He brought all of these things back to the Netherworld, and restored the Dark tower to its former glory! With picking up some quite , ehem, lovely mistress' on the side. Then the Great Cataclysm happened. The Tower Heart become weak and underpowered after the Master went on a scouting exhibition to root out rioters on our borders. It shattered and exploded, utterly destroying the Tower, and reducing the area around it to an infernal wasteland of wild magic. Luckily, I was back in the farthest reaches of the Netherworld when the explosion occurred. I rushed back as fast as my little evil legs would carry me, Yet when I got there, the body of our former master was found charred and blackened in a pool of magic
It took our Blue minions hours to retrieve the body, and despite their best efforts he died in the ruins of his once great kingdom. The Minion network fractured as the different minions decided that they had to flee to live, until only our Brown Minions remained. We remained like that for seven years, until we found our original master's son, a small boy living in the town of Nordberg. His mother had taken him away thinking that the Dark Tower was no place to raise a boy, foolish woman! We found the child and brought him back to the Netherworld to be trained in the art of Dark magic like his father. He followed in his old man's footsteps until he came across the Empire and Emperor Solarius, who turned out to be an overly huggy elf! He cut down the Empire like fleshy wheat and spread evil and fear across the land, which leads us up to now... "Gnarl!" a different yet still horrible voice called out.
"Gnarl, Gnarl!" a Brown minion ran into Gnarl's private quarters and fell at his feet. "What is it now Scabby?" Gnarl mumbled as he closed the book slowly. "Tower Heart glowy, shiny hot! Not even reds able to touch!" Gnarl's eyes widened with fear. "Scabby!," he shouted, "Find Grubby and have him open a Netherworld gate to the Overlord! The tower Heart is destroying itself, it's the Second Cataclysm!" "Yes Gnarl!" Scabby cried, and Gnarl followed him out of his quarters and onto a floating rock that would take him to the Tower Heart chamber, only with a stop to allow Scabby to get off at the forge to get Grubby. And by get off, Gnarl meant that he hadn't waited for the rock to stop and kicked Scabby off when they were hurtling past the red-hot forge at about eighty miles per hour. He didn't worry much about scabby as he heard him smack against the pavement. The Blue minions, with the power to resurrect dead minions were placed at the border of every rock port, just in case of these flying drop-offs. Gnarl's only concern was that Scabby wouldn't remember what he told him. The sentence had more than five words for crying out loud!
As he reached the top of the stalactite castle he found the chamber at the top to be glowing with a brilliant red light which made Gnarl cover his eyes with a clawed hand. He proceeded into the chamber and nearly burst into flame from the heat emanating form the tower heart. It was a silvery white color when it was first recovered, but now it was a deep red, like the flesh of a newborn Red minion. Reds were encompassing it yet they looked uneasy as they tried to absorb the excess heat. He could only stare at it, he wished that Grubby could find the Overlord in time. If not this place was about to represent the backside of a red Minion after he has had extremely fiery curry.
The Overlord, Master of Equestria.
Resting
It was a glorious day in Greenvale, if it weren't for the little creatures running around smashing various forms of crates, jars, and sheep skulls. A little ways past the outskirts of the town a lone figure sat under a blooming tree. The Overlord was currently resting his body on the sun warmed ground with his armor protecting his human flesh from the painful rays of the sun his honored curved sword Servas laid against the bark next to him. He heard little feet approach him and cracked one lava red eye and peered out of his helmet. A Brown minion stood in front of him holding a small lifeforce orb harvested form one of the sheep he had bludgeoned, decapitated, and was currently wearing its skullcap as a helmet. The minion, named Claw held out the gold orb proudly, and the Overlord reached out and grasped it in his left hand. The lifeforce turned into a line, and moved swiftly across his gauntlet into the large gold orb set into the back of the palm.
The sphere was absorbed and the Overlord gave a grunt of satisfaction. Claw ran off to rejoin his brothers in the carnage. The Minions left the townsfolk alone and the townsfolk left his army alone. If they did mess with the Minions the Overlord would smite their little town in a heartbeat with no mercy. He watched the minions run around, eating and drinking and gave out a small chuckle, and he closed his eye again drinking in the Chaos of it all. He awoke when the sound of a Nether Gate tunneling out of the ground caught his ears. He stood up slowly and gripped Servas in his right hand. He motioned for the minions to come to him with a small wave of his hand. Claw saw him and turned to the minion next to him, and hit him with the blunt end of his sword.
"The Master calls for us!" he hissed, and the twenty nine other minions followed him to their Master's side. The Overlord waited for the gate to appear, wondering what this could mean. He turned towards the small town just in time to see it get swallowed up, citizens and all by the Nether Gate.
The Overlord merely grunted, there was no large loss, for there were other towns to conquer and more lifeforce to gather. He stepped towards the newly formed gate and thought of himself teleporting back to his evil castle deep under the earth. The Minions returned to their burrows when they saw him disappear in the blue light.
As the Overlord stepped out of the main atrium holding his throne, he noticed that his Mistress, Kelda, and the usual throng of Minion laborers was absent, which left the room oddly quiet. He saw Torch, a Red Minion walk towards him. As he stopped, he opened his mouth and belched a small bout of flame. He pounded his chest and spoke, "Gnarl in Tower Heart Chamber, he say bring you there, Tower Heart hot, way hot. Follow Master!" he scuttled past the Overlord to the three floating rock platforms, and waited for the Master on the farthest one to the right. The Overlord followed him and rode it up to the Tower Heart. As he entered, he saw Gnarl staring up at the now crimson heart. He felt the Master's presence and turned.
"Master! Good, you are here. The Tower Heart needs dark energy, it is crumbling. Can you charge it up please?" The Overlord looked at Gnarl for a second longer than necessary, then turned towards the heart.
The red guards broke the circle as the Master charged energy in his gauntlet as he walked towards the silver globe. He unleashed into a stream of white blue energy that struck the heart of the Heart. The red began to slowly diffuse to be replaced with a cool blue. The minions cheered as he poured more of his evil presence into the Heart, but stopped as the remaining red shocked into a bright lavender and shot back through the Lord's magic and into his arm. The normally golden globe turned the same color as the surface of the crystal heart and the Master was blown backwards off his feet, landing with an ear murdering screech of stone on steel. The minions and Gnarl could only watch in horror as the Heart slowly started cracking like ice under pressure. Before it began to implode. The Overlord was able to lift his battered sword arm and bury it in a crevice in the rock, then he grabbed Gnarl around the waist and held him tight. When it did, he only thought one thought. "They are expendable, we are not." as Minions hurtled into the void.
The Overlord, Master of Equestria.
The Ten Shooting Stars of Equestria
Luna stood at her nightly post on the balcony of the tallest tower in Canterlot, with a mug of steaming hot cider on the ledge. She brought the mug to her lips with magic and thoroughly enjoyed the warm apple beverage courtesy of the Apple family. As she finished the sip, she saw ten twinkling stars in her beautiful night. Luna focused her telescope at them, wondering what they could be, when she saw that they were comets of different colors. One was blue, another red, one green, and a final one gold. These ones appeared to be following the five in front of them, which were silver like the surface of her beautiful moon. Yet there was a straggler behind the others. This one was a dark shade of red and appeared, by the trajectory it appeared to be heading straight for... "Here." she whispered with fear. "That thing is coming here!" The red comet arced straight for the castle, as the rest of the other faded in different directions, but Luna was only occupied by the threat at hand. "Guards! Guards! Report immediately!" A Lunar Guard pegasus appeared before her in a streak of purple light. His eyes were slitted like a reptile, and bird wings ruffled slightly as they tried to keep him afloat.
"What is it Princess?" he asked. "Comet! Comet heading straight towards us! Collision imminent!" she yelled, her Royal Canterlot Voice coming out again, nearly blowing the guard back, and completely blowing the mug off of the railing. She pointed at the sky and the guard looked. His pupils dilated with fear as he saw the hurling fireball.
"Can you alter its path?" the guard asked. "If you can reroute it towards the hedge maze, we can find it there with a fly-over. We'll see if it an actual comet, or one of Discord's pranks again."
"Ok," Luna whispered, finally calming down. Her horn became enveloped in a midnight aura, as did the comet. It altered its path ever so slightly to the right, hurtling closer by the second. "You can do it Luna." he egged on as sweat formed on her face. The fireball shifted farther and streaked inches past Celestia's tower and impacted with a huge thud, and a flash of crimson light which illuminated the starry sky.
"Lunar Guards" to the maze garden, all pegasus guards to the garden!" he cried flying through the Canterlot sky. Five minutes later they found the smoking crater of the nearly fatal comet. "What is that thing?" one of them asked. "It looks like a hunk of metal to me." said another. The guards burst into conversation to what this thing was, and they were just at thinking that it was an alien probe when it groaned deeply. They reared back in shock. "It's alive!?" one of them cried and fainted. "Get this thing back to the infirmary." said the guard that met Luna. "And remain undetected, I don't want anypony figuring out that we have a suspicious creature in a royal hospital.
"Yes Sir!" two unicorn guards cried, going into the crater and picking the thing up with magic. "What could this thing be..." the main guard asked himself as he watched his two friends trot away into the darkness.
The Overlord, Master of Equestria.
Crash Land
Approximately eight miles due North-East of Canterlot.
A lone mountain sits in the center of a field of dead trees and brown grass. It has fared through millennium of brutal storms which had stripped the one glorious field of its spring beauty. Yet now it serves a different purpose as a small section at the base of the mountain cracks open, and golden light spills out. Two creatures, one small and one large, walk out purposefully. They looked like small horses, yet their hide was shiny and black like a nightmare. Green fire engulfed their bodies and they changed color, race, and even size. These were changelings, the bottom feeders of Equestria. Able to change their shape in order to feast on the love of somepony else. They had engaged their cloaking just in case their were any Royal guard patrols coming from either the Canterlot or Crystal Empire area, even though this was very unlikely. "What are we doing out here?" hissed one of them in a near snakelike tone.
"The queen ssssent us to invessstigate what crashed near our borders, ssse if it is Canterlotean or not." said the leader of the small group.
"Ssstill think thiss is ssstupid." the first one replied.
"Do you want the queen to burn your ssstupid brainss out of your skull?!" the leader hissed, he took the smaller spawn's downward gaze as his answer. "Come on," he continued, "the fasster we can figure out what this is, the faster we can ssleep again. About fifteen minutes later, they found the crater of the emerald comet that their astronomer had seen hurtling to the ground. "What isss that Meta?" the young spawn asked. "If I knew I could tell you." replied Meta. An unruly stench in the form of a green gas was wafting from the crater as the changelings moved in further. They soon passed through the barrier of gas and saw what lay smoking in the very center of the destruction. It was a bulbous plant of some kind, partially buried in the hard dirt, and every so often gave out a belch of emerald putrid smoke. Both changeling looked at each other uneasily, yet focused intently on the object. All changelings have some magic, basic telepathy and mild teleportation skills, no matter in which form they are in. So these changelings were able to pry the plant out of the earth and carry it back to the mountain with little effort yet what they didn't see, due to the overwhelming night that there were a set of yellow eyes peering out of a rift between two of the plant's bulges. As they took the disgusting object into the mountain, a faint demonic giggling could be heard from the bowels of the plant. Then the doors shut and the mountain was again dark.
Manehattan 9:47 p.m
Trixie Lulamoon spent her night in Manehatten just like she spent every night, resting in a room rented with the bits earned from her performances as a street side magician. Yet none of this eased the headache she had from using too much light powder in one of her smoke bombs. It had partially blinded her until the show was over, but now there was a scheduled rainstorm for the citizens, and every crack of thunder were like drills boring into her brain. She rolled out of her small cot and laid the blankets back neatly using her magic. She adorned her trademark cloak and hat, and set off from her building. A walk always calmed her mind, no matter what condition the sky was in. As she left the building, she told the doorpony that she would be back within the hour. She smiled slightly as she left the apartment behind her. The doorpony's name was Frosted Quill, an aspiring writer who needed a job before he could start writing a novel. Trixie also suspected that he had a bit of a crush on her, and who could blame him?
Trixie walked until she saw the place where she kept her cart, next to the fountain in the old square of town. She pulled her keys out a pocket in her coat, unlocked the door, and stepped in the overstuffed carriage. At a simple touch of her magic, the carriage would explode into a full-blown stage fit for a king. Trixie lay, soaking, down on the rough wooden floor and remembered her past life of being a boaster and a bully. She didn't like those days. It made her sick thinking that she, Trixie had been like that. Then Twilight Sparkle showed her the true meaning of forgiveness. Even though she did all of those horrible things to her friends and had banished her from her , she forgave Trixie. She gave a slow smile, she would have to do something for that pony, something that she would enjoy for her lifetime.
Trixie was hurled from her memory with the crack of something in the sky. It wasn't lightning, it was not muffled by the cloud cover. Trixie scrambled out of her carriage onto the cobblestone pooling with water. She stared up at the sky and could not believe what she was seeing. A asteroid as blue as her fur was screaming out of the sky, and was heading straight towards her. Trixie stared with fear until her brain caught up with her. "Run!" it practically screamed, and Trixie obeyed galloping to the left quickly, yet not quick enough as to avoid the projectile completely. The blue tailed meteor crashed directly into her carriage, sending props and wood chips hurtling in all directions. Trixie stopped and turned to see the destruction of her only livelihood since that rock farm.
She stood trembling as the dust settled, and where her carriage, and she had been only a few seconds before, was a giant hole in the cobblestone. As she stood, she didn't see two parallel cracks running straight towards her hooves. She looked down just as the century old stone gave way. Trixie was plunged about seven feet straight down into total darkness. She landed in a rushing river or freezing festering water. She cried out in fright as the air in her lungs was stolen, and her muscles contracted with fear. She tried to light her horn, but the fear in her brain was messing with her magic. She went under for a second time and struggled to get to the surface. She emerged and managed to get a small breath before she plunged again. The breath wasn't enough, she sank, depleted of energy into the dark abyss. Just as her eyes closed, she felt tiny appendages grab hold of her body and bring her to the light. She didn't care, she was dead either way.
The Frozen Tundra of Northern Equestria.
King Sombra was extremely pissed. Not like he never was, ever since his defeat at the Crystal Empire left him broken and powerless, slowly being covered with snow. His horn had survived, so he did also. Nopony knew what it was like to be blown apart, then have to be near frozen while you try to get enough magic to piece themselves back together. Now something had completely demolished part of his beautiful ice castle, and had somehow melted everything within two feet of it. He had been jostled out of his royal quarters, and didn't even have time to re-equip his armor. He altered a part of an ice wall with magic in order to to make a shortcut to the kitchen, where the unknown object had crashed. As he emerged on the other side, he was met with a skeleton of a pony, eyes burning with green fire and black flesh hanging from its bones. He jumped slightly as he met one of his finer skeleton guards. He knew that he could have easily corrupted other ponies while he was a shadow, yet mortals couldn't piece themselves after being blasted to a crater with magic, yet these constructs could.
It didn't remedy the fact that these skeletons were creepy as hell. The skeleton saluted and Sombra merely nodded. "The object is contained, and all heat has been restrained to reduce continued damage." he said without moving his mouth. Sombra shuddered slightly again, "take me to it." he spoke plainly. "Yes sir." the guard clattered again. trotting off with the sound of bone on ice. Sombra kept pace until they reached the kitchen, then he stopped when he saw the destruction. The object had melted straight through the ceiling and had struck the underground pantry. Crystal fruit and vegetables, evolved to still grow in the harsh cold were strewn every which way. Even though some of his unicorn guard had used binding spellsc to suppress the heat emitting from the object, Sombra could smell the magic pouring from the thing. It had an ancient and fiery smell, like aged crystal peppers. He approached the crater the thing was in and looked down at the projectile.
It was shrouded in dark magic to extinguish all heat, but what Sombra could see was that it looked like a huge rock, with massive pores jutting out from its surface to give it the look of an underwater coral on fire. He stared at it until a fireball came hurtling out from one of the pores aimed directly at his head. Sombra reacted faster than any of his bone-headed (heh heh)
guards and threw up a half dome of solid crystallized dark magic. The fireball impacted his shield and started to eat away at the dark energy. Sombra slowly formed the crystal around the fire and lobbed it back into the crater from which it came. It impacted the object in one of its pores, which to his surprise, sucked the glowing crystal into its depths. "Take that thing to the deppest dungeon and lock it there." Sombra said sleepily, even immortal kings of darkness needed sleep. "I will perform tests on it in the morning." "Yes my lord." chattered the skeleton guard. Sombra turned away from them and back through the wall again. As he reached his bedroom, he flopped, exhausted on the lavender soft sheets and covered himself with the warm blanket.
That thing was the least of his worries at the moment. Yet what he didn't know was that that meteor was the key to his new Empire built upon death, fire, blood, and bones.
The Everfree Forest
Zecora, the local town's only herbal medical provider, trotted briskly through the dark bowels of the Everfree Forest with twin saddlebags strapped to her sides. She knew the dangers of the Everfree forest, timberwolves, Red Cap mushrooms, poison joke, and Nightmare Blooms were only a small portion of what actually lived in the forest. Yet these didn't disturb her as she stepped over rocks and the roots of ancient trees. This was the perfect season and time to pick Lunar Roses, a beautiful silver flower that only blooms once a year under the light of a perfect silver moon. They were a key ingredient for her patented sleeping potion that made the user fall into a nightmare free dream state. She was wondering about how much of a brew she could make with her full saddlebags when she stumbled upon the pasture of what should have been the Lunar Roses, but weren't. In their place their was a gorge of upturned dirt and Lunar roses. At the end of the skid there appeared to be some sort of wooden hut. And that's when she heard the growling. Zecora whipped around, but it was too late, timberwolves had ambushed her from the back of the forest and were now whipped into a frenzy for the prospect of fresh zebra meat to eat.
Zecora backed up until she was in the lane of misplaced dirt, roses crunching beneath her hooves. The wolves closed in tighter, and more emerged from the woods to enclose her in a loose circle of fangs, thorn claws and horrible breath. The wrapped the circle tighter like a giant wooden cobra and Zecora closed her eyes and prayed her last prayer to Zaneth Attaria, the zebra equivalent of Celestia and Luna in one. Zecora tripped going backwards and fell onto the soft packed earth. A moment passed then two sweat fell down Zecora's snout. Then she heard a small malformed cackle of glee and knew that this was no timber wolf. Small demonic voices called out "Wolfie!" cried one, "So playful!" cheered another, "Me ride wolfie!" cackled a deeper voice. Zecora opened her eyes and was amazed at what she saw. The timberwolves were being ridden by some kind of creature that she had never seen before.
They were bipedal like minatours, had mottled brown skin, wielded weapons from clubs, to what she could tell was the horn of a unicorn gripped in its little fist. They wore small brown patches of fur over their private areas, "Thank Zaneth for that." Zecora thought. The last thing she wanted was to see these creatures fully exposed. Then she saw that the circle of timberwolves had broken, then she saw why. Some of the small creatures had climbed on top of the timberwolves' bodies and were stroking and petting their branch bodies soothingly, and the wolves seemed to be enjoying it. Zecora got back on all four hooves and looked at the wolves with awe. The ones that weren't being petted were lining up to one of the small brown creatures wielding a small pickax and wearing a golden helm with a bright red plume going down the middle. The wolves slowly opened their mouth and the brown creature would stick his entire body into their oral cavity. Then he would inspect the teeth by wiggling them with little appendages at the end of his fists, and when he found one he did not like, he smashed down the pickax onto the tooth, causing it to fall onto the soft grass below.
The wooden wolves didn't even flinch as their teeth were pounded from their skull, and when they were done, the creature would climb out and direct the wolf to the creatures that were petting them with a small "Wolfie pretty now!", or "Good wolfie!". Zecora started trotting slowly towards the strange entourage, yet was stopped by another tiny one, who just looked up at her and shook his head signaling no. So Zecora turned and gathered as many undamaged Lunar Roses as she could and trotted back to her hut. She started a small fire and put her large mixing pot on to boil. Then she slowly plucked the petals off of the roses as not to damage them, and mixed them with a bit of night bloom, salt, willow bark powder, and just a hint of Apple Acres patented hard apple cider for taste. Finally she laid back down on her bed with the bottle in one hoof. The fire blazed, leaving her nice and toasty in the bowels of her tree. And for being cold on the inside, and wanting desperately to forget what she had seen Zecora chugged the rest of the bottle of cider. She was out before the alcohol hit her stomach.
The Overlord, Master of Equestria.
Everlight Resort, Where You Can Relax ... (with the fishes)
The Everlight Resort 12:34 P.M
The sun was shining upon the bright Everlight resort, the sweet smell of tropical fruit in season saturated the air, and soon it would be picked by certain "helpers" and shipped overseas to add more gold and treasure to the Underworld's already staggering amount. It w here on the beach facing towards the blue ocean that Mistress Juno was stretched out across a beach chair like a leopard, while being twice as deadly. She lifted herself onto one arm and pulled down her sunglasses as a shadow obscured the sunlight. When she saw who it was, she groaned with mild distaste and fell back onto the reed chair. Mistress Kelda huffed lightly as she set down her towel and sat on it. "You know that you don't have to take that tone with me Juno." she said as she sat upon the green towel.
"Oh please darling," Juno purred "I only take that tone with wild animals and savages, oh wait."
"Juno watch your tongue, or I'll cut it out of your mouth." Kelda replied as she pulled a very large steel knife out of who knows where and beggining to sharpen the shining blade. Juno sat quietly until she scoffed to herself again and picked up her belongings. "Oh yes, Juno dear," Kelda called "Fay wants to see you, She should be in the jungle with the elven community, also watch out for spiders." Juno didn't reply, but instead walked away muttering "Savage" under her breath the whole way. Kelda waited until she was gone, then pulled herself onto the chair and let her body relax. She smiled, annoying Juno was the best part of being one of the Overlord's mistresses. She let Juno's scowl float in her thoughts as she fell into a sunlight-induced slumber.
Juno found Queen Fay standing at the very center of the elven tree housings, observing the large jagged Nether Gate there. Juno picked strands of spider silk out of her perfected hair. She loved the creep crawly spiders for their deadliness and stealth in battle, yet she loved them mostly for their silk producing abilities that made her perfect robes and *ahem* undergarments. Yet she could not stand the webs being in her pristine brown locks. "This had better be good Fay." she scowled as she pushed away elves with blue electricity sparking around their heads. "I'm missing out on some lovely sun for this meeting."
"Come hither and look at the the Nether Gate." Fay said turning her back to Juno.
Juno sighed and walked over to the spire of obsidian. Something felt off about the gate, yet Juno could not put her finger on what it was. "What is wrong with the gate?" she asked, "it feels... less evil."
"That is because it is loosing its power, It has become disconnected from the Dark Tower."
"What!, How could that have happened!?" cried Juno.
"I don't know, but we need to get to the tower immediately, I fear something has happened to the Overlord. I will be able to charge the gate enough for the three of us to get through, but I don't know if I can bring us back. Go get Kelda, I'll wait here."
Juno sighed again and went back to the area where Kelda was, her feet aching in her sandals. Returning with her head aching also from a hit from Kelda's club when she woke her up. "We're here Fay." Juno said, rubbing her head with Kelda just behind.
"We need to leave now. Step onto the portal." Fay said. As they did, she began to glow with the blue aura of Overlord magic. In one blast all three of the mistresses were gone. As they left, the obsidian gate crumbled and finally broke into a thousand pieces.
The Overlord, Master of Equestria.
Absorbtion
Yet the Tower Heart didn't explode, it imploded , the Overlord could feel the magic sucking him into the swirling void where the heart was, and minions flew past him screaming as they went into the void. Serva was the only thing keeping him along with Gnarl from being sucked into the void. The steel bent slightly as the force got stronger. The Overlord felt a slight tremble in the cold dark stone and a pang of fear went through him. "The Minion burrows are down there," he thought, "which can only mean..." He never finished this sentence, because at that moment a large shape shattered the floor. He saw through the shards of stone that it was indeed one of the minion burrows, the stench told him that it was the Greens, and he could only watch hopelessly as the corpse-smelling hive flew into the vortex and disappeared.
It was followed with the mound of coral that was the blue hive about five feet to his left, and the fireball that was the Red's home twenty inches from Serva's blade. The foundation was crumbling, and Serva was loosing its grip on the stone. Yet the Overlord heard one last rumble and knew that there was one last hive, the largest of them all. The Brown's hive decimated the ground underneath the Master and wrenched him loose form his perch, and hurtled him towards the void. Just as he got pulled in, he charged up magic in his gauntlet and grabbed Gnarl's scaly arm. He started to glow violet with the hurling spell, and with his last vestige of energy flipped the Hive and aimed Gnarl towards the open doorway. He propelled him with the spell and Gnarl flew out of the chamber like a pebble from a trebuchet. "Goodbye my friend." Was the master's last thought as the Hive fell into the wormhole, which then imploded upon itself and winked out. Leaving the room empty as if no one had ever occupied it.
