King Sombra's Resurrection

In a flash of lightning, everything changed, and went back to that stormy night. The year is 1300, September seventh. Rain was pouring down, and the sky was dark, not a star or moon was in sight.

A carriage being pulled by a pony was heading to a huge stone castle. The outside of the castle was drenched, but not flooded. The carriage pony driver yelled to the pony pulling the carriage, “Stop!” And the carriage halted to a quick stop forcing the mysterious pony inside to be thrown forward. He got back up on his hooves and rubbed his head, feeling for any bumps or bruises. The carriage driver pony yelled “Sir, are you alright?!” A deep voice came from within the carriage saying “I’m fine just open the door and let’s get inside my castle”. With that the driver opened the door. The colt was wearing a long black cloak. It hid his whole face and body. He walked up to the castle gate, where a guard was standing on the left and on the right was another guard pony. The guard ponies were like a mirror. The guard pony standing on
the left said, “Welcome home sire. The portcullis will open up now”. The guard pony held up his sword and waved it to signal the pony that opened and closed the gate. The pony nodded, as he turned a huge wooden wheel with spokes. Chains rattled as the metal gate raised up, and stopped with a clang which echoed. The cloaked pony walked up to the wooden doors and opened them with his hooves. The room inside was huge and beautifully designed with columns, chandeliers, gold torches, a long red carpet. It also contained a gold throne with gems of all colors and types embedded in it, and a cushion that was soft and red. He walked on the long red carpet which, started from the entrance of the castle and stopped at the throne. As he walked down the red carpet, he took off his black drenched cloak, and looked at the banners that were blue and grey with dust on them. He pointed his black horn on the banners that draped from the ceiling and from the columns. They were surrounded by a black and green glow that changed from blue and gray. Like paint, the black color, slid down the banners and then followed by red that had soaked in the center of each banner. He grinned and muttered to himself, “Better and newer. The old banners were boring, fading away, and starting to shred, and rip apart. They were old”. He continued walking towards the throne and finally sat down, where a gold crown was placed by a priest pony that blessed the crown before it was put upon his head. The crown changed shape and color, and as it did, the gold color was now black with a ruby in the center of it.