The Witch King Rises Again

Angmar had been going through the forest, he looked down at the animals who resided in it. The looked at him in fear, the ran when he had passed. He took no insult from this, he knew what he was, he was the darkest of the dark (aside from his master). He wasn't disappointed with what he was, he had asked for it after all. He didn't hate Sauron, he respected him. Angmar had made a deal with Sauron, he wanted power, Sauron needed a commander. That was their deal and Sauron became a mentor for Angmar and the nine ring wraiths. He had learned secrets that were forbidden to be known by the elves. He had been taught how to use magic with and without the help of a staff. He deserved to be feared, and he had grown accustomed to it.

When he cam to the end of the forest he looked around and saw what looked like a cottage. It was completely dark inside but he could see that there were many animals in there and around the house. He focused power in his ring and brought it up to his face. He used his magic to locate any elves, humans, or the new nuisance known as hobbits. None. There no point in pillaging this place, if he planned on continuing, there was no point in angering the owner without reason. He simply continued while watching the animals shrink away form him. Looking back to the path he saw the town he had seen from the mountainside. It looked abandoned. There was no one outside, even in the towns he had raided, there had been at least someone outside guarding (or drunk). Was this town abandoned? There wasn't any sign of a battle, so how could it be? He used his spell again that allowed him to find any threats. None. Could his magic have failed him over the time he was asleep? Or was this town simply deserted? He contemplated until he heard a large gasp that sounded feminine. He looked down to see a small pink horse, he didn't know why he thought it was a horse seeing as how it had a much different appearance to his steed. It stood there, jaw going far to close to the ground for him to make sense of it, and wide-eyed. He looked back at it for about half a minute until a door behind it, that lead into a tree, opened to reveal another one of these 'horses' but it was purple and had a horn and wings. The new one immediately copied the pink ones face, following that one was another but it was more to his liking. The last one was a dark blue shade with a horn and wings but had a mane that resembled the night sky and flowed with what he assumed was a spell cast on her, and she too embraced the baffled expression the others shared. Angmar hadn't found the maker of the voice so he turned and continued on think about what had just happened. after walking for about a minute he heard a voice.

"Uh. E-Excuse me?" The voice was definitely a female voice and he turned so that he could face his addresser.

No one had joined, the only ones out were still the three horses and himself. The one in the middle had regained some of it's composure and was facing him now. As he once again glared at her, he could see sweat building up on her fore-head and her pupils shrink. Angmar had a feeling, a bad feeling, and he hoped that he was wrong. His prayers were unanswered as the winged unicorn opened her mouth.

"Uh.... Wh-Who are you?" Angmar felt what was left of his heart sink at seeing this. I am insane, excellent. He thought. He knew that if he spoke they wouldn't understand him. But he was taught to be able to understand the language of theirs. He dismounted, and began a slow approach to the three horses. As he neared them he took in details. The pink one was the smallest, the blue one was the largest and the purple was in between. The pink one didn't seem to have anything special about her, but something that intrigued him was the fact that the closer he got, the straighter her mane became. How odd. He returned his gaze towards the purple one until he was standing tall in front of her. He was tall for a human and when he had turned he had grown a bit. She only reached about his waist and the blue one only got to his stomach. He glared at the purple one and finally he decided to answer her question.

"Ash rag un Angmar, GOTH de nazgul!" (I am Angmar, LORD of the ring wraiths.) He watched their reactions, he had straightened his back and raised his fist to his chest. They had seemed to back away from him at this proclamation, but the blue one seemed to have a different reaction. He assumed they were all female judging by the gasp from the first and the question from the second. The blue on had her mouth clenched, was sweating bullets, pupils smaller than he thought possible and was slowly retreating away. The other two seemed to notice also.

"Princess Luna? What's wrong? It didn't speak in any language we know." The purple one said. At least Angmar now knew what the blue ones name 'Luna'.

"It-it-it speaks the language of the beasts! This is impossible that language is only known to myself and my sister! It died over three thousand years ago! There were very few who knew of it's existence! The words alone could break ponies, bend them and bind them!" The purple one and the pink one looked back at him.

"Y-You mean that this is something that should be long dead, knows an ancient language that nopony knows, said language can conquer countries, and it was in a nightmare I had?" The purple one said with fear audible in her voice.

"Yes Twilight that appears to be the case." Luna said. "And I assume you want to know what he said?"

"I think I have to know, and how do you know it's a he?"

"It said 'I am Angmar, Lord of the Nazgul'..... I am unsure of what a 'Nazgul' is." Luna looked at Angmar with a questioning look, but the fear was still in her face.

Angmar had reached back for his longsword and almost had a grip on the hilt when the pink one who had been quiet while this was happening suddenly popped up, her mane returning to it's puffy state. She gasped again.

"THIS MEANS THAT WE CAN HAVE AN AWESOME 'WELCOME-TO-PONYVILLE-AND-LIFE-AGAIN-PARTY' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is going to be awesome!!!" The pinkie one was bouncing with glee. And the three of them were looking at her with one word on their faces (and shadow glare).

"WHAT?!?!" they all said in unison, Angmar speaking in Black Speech while they spoke in English.

"Why Pinkie?" Twilight said perplexed.

"What? He's new here!" I wanna make him feel welcome so he doesn't go back to helping Sauron!" Pinkie said innocently.

Hearing his previous masters name and the reaction Pinkie had on him, Angmar was for once in his life at a complete loss of everything.

They were all so wrapped up in confusion that none of them saw the rainbow blur rush towards Angmar's head.

It collided and put a dent in his helmet, Angmar was knocked off his feet and thrown into the wall of the tree. He was still concious and only one thought occupied his mind at that moment. 'I am going to fuck that thing up'.

Rainbow Dash was flying along, she couldn't sleep, something kept her awake. When she heard a voice like a thousand whispers talking in a language she didn't know she knew she had to find it. She had searched Ponyville and found a large black thing that Twilight and Luna looked terrified of but Pinkie was giddy about something. She figured that whatever it was, it wasn't good. She dove as fast as she could without making a sonic rainboom and hit it in the side of it's head with a loud CLUNK. Then it crashed into Twilights library, oh crap, she's going to hate her later. She looked over at it and she was surprised, a kick that hard should have blown it right through the library and completely destroyed the helmet it was wearing. Oh well it wasn't going to hurt her friends. She was proud of herself and was awaiting her praise.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?" Both of the princesses yelled at Rainbow.

"I stopped the..... whatever that is from hurting you guys!" Rainbow retorted.

"HE wasn't going to hurt us, well he hadn't tried to anyway." Twilight sighed at her friend.

"Oh... well sorry about that, but after that kick I gave him, I doubt he will be up any-WHOA!" Rainbow was interrupted by an invisible force grabbing her wings and pulling, hard. She looked over with tears in her eyes from the pain and saw him, getting up, and the dent in his helmet popping back into place with a metallic sound. He climbed out of his crevice in the wall.

"Nar-thos!" These words hit Dash hard, she didn't understand, but hearing the voice from that thing in front of her terrified her she knew that he was angry, and she made a big, no scratch that, huge, mistake.

Angmar lifted his hand towards the cyan winged horse and used his magic to hold her (from the voice) he decided to make her truly fear him, and to do that he needed to break her. He held her wings and pulled he stepped out of his wooden cell. "Nar-thos!" (No sack). This was a very high insult among the orcs and by the look on her face it did the job of instilling a general sense of terror. Using his magic he forced the wings to pop out of their sockets with an audible and satisfying pop. The cyan one had tears streaming down her face at the pain and was about to say something when Angmar threw her into the tree making a hole as deep as his in the wall. "Lul Gijak-Ishi!" (Flowers in the blood) He walked over to where she was in the wall and pulled her out by the back of her mane. He saw she had a bloody nose and many bruises. He looked into her eyes and she looked into the darkness that was Angmar. After a moment of listening to her sobs and her pleas, he put his arm out to one side and dropped her next to her friends. Angmar had enough by this point and walked away. He could feel their fearful gazes in the back of his head. Seemingly out of nowhere, his steed materialized and he mounted it. He headed back to the forest, perhaps he could deal with his new-found insanity there and find a hobby. Re-animating the dead maybe. But first he planned on making a place he could call his own. An abode that he would have no shame in calling his own. For that he would need the mountains, and a lot of magic.