The Legacy and the Remnant

The sun had set by a delay of 30 minutes. The moon was barely visible behind the mountains. It was dark as ever inside the Canterlot Castle. Everything was still in the hallways, including the lifeless corpses of the royal guards. They were slaughtered, bled to death, scorched to death, pierced to death, and tossed in the side. Not a single life could be sensed out in the atrium.

But out of the shadows, a royal pegasus guard revealed himself to the faint moonlight, coming from the windows. His lance was raised and ready to strike any target. He was new to the whole job of serving as a royal guard. He just passed his training a couple of weeks ago. Now because of the attack, he was one of the very few survivors.

For fucks sake...am I really the only one alive here?

He truly didn't know what to do, or where he even was. It was nowhere near his post, that was for sure. He found his comrades, all dead, missing. He felt truly helpless and weak in the darkness. If it wasn't for his natural calm personality, he would be on his knees, begging for mercy on whatever was causing this.

Suddenly, the dead silence was broken by a shriek, most likely to be a stallion's. The guard turned to see where it came from, but nothing was visible in the darkness. His heart skipped when he heard a metal clang behind him from the back hallways. The stallion spun around to see what caused the sound. But before he could fix his sight behind him,

something pierced his left eye.

After a millisecond of another silence, the guard let out a pain filled screech. It was another lance. Similar to his, but this one was far more jagged, rusted, dirty, and now blood trickled down its blade.

The ambush wasn't over yet. Before the guard could make out another scream, the lance was shoved further in, grinding through his head, piercing through his very skull, and bursting the other side of his heavy helmet open with unreasonable strength. There was no way the rookie guard was moving by now. The lance completely penetrated his head, ending up on the other side, with remnants of shredded flesh on the tip of the blade. A faint glow on the handle of the lance was visible.

Unicorn magic.

Out of the other side of the moon-lit atrium, another guard, this time more heavily guarded, trotted out of the shadows and approached the now motionless body. With a hint of magic, he violently yanked his lance, bringing all the flesh and blood with it. The lifeless body with half of it's face missing, had nothing to support it any longer, and fell to the cold tiles, making a splattering noise as the insides spread out on the castle floor.

"Aaaaaand flesh to clean up. Wasn't there a better way to seize the bastard?"

A low, tired, and unmotivated voice echoed through the room. The heavily armed pony looked up to face a stallion staring at him from the shadows.

"Oh...forgive me your highness." The armed pony scrambled up to its hooves and lowered his head. Another voice, this time a young, cheerful mare's voice came from behind the stallion.

"Oh come on dude, it's just a guard. Besides," The mare grinned, "I shouldn't be the only one who gets to have all the fun." She was covered with cuts and bruises, but didn't seem to care. Fresh blood trickled down her hooves, however it was not hers.

The stallion chuckled. "Well yeah, but we already killed the peasants here, so we don't want to make anymore mess. The stallion didn't even give one look at the mare's wounds. "So anyways..." The old stallion's attitude changed, this time to a more serious tone of voice. "How did it go?"

"Well, as you can see..." The mare gave an awkward look, "I was about to get her, but then she decided to go all ragnarok on me. I saw her horn get all sparkly and the whole place went BOOM! The guards were like WHOAAAA and I was like WHAAAAT and then...." The stallion cut her off.

"So...she got away."

"Yup!"

"...you should at least sound sorry."

"Okay..."

The stallion shifted out of the shadows, showing his presence. His mane was a shaded brown color, but his coat matched the mare's mane, blood red.

"Screw it. As long as we can keep her out of the rest of the world we're good." The stallion gave a sly look. "Now you go on with your next matter. I'll greet the rest of the gang when they get here."

The mare turned around and began pacing back into the shadows, but turned once more. "Uhh, what's her name again?"

The stallion answered without moving, facing away from her. "Twilight Sparkle."

"Alrighty then!" The mare began her steady trot once more. The stallion called out from behind her.

"Don't fail us. We're counting on you, Garnet."

"Whatever." That said, the mare disappeared once again into the shadows.

The stallion slowly glanced up at the moon, now directly above him, as he let out another menacing grin.

Twilight. Twilight Sparkle. The element of Magic, and the main piece of the puzzle. The puzzle that held this disgusting empire together, and is now on its way to ruin. When all the pieces have assembled, it'll be my pleasure to smash it into pieces.