The Witch King of Equestria

It was Halloween, and I got invited to go to a costume party. I wanted to go as something pretty scary. So, I chose to go as the Witch King of Angmar. I was a fan of the Lord of the Rings universe, even if I didn’t go that far in depth with the lore. So why not go as something scary?

I was at a party, being my nerdy self. The nerd with the best costume in the room, might I add. I got plenty of compliments on how cool it looked, because I went all out with this one. I had realistic gauntlets and shoulder armor and this really cool black cloth that I cut up and stained towards the bottom. It was tore up with a hood. I also got this nice deal on a long sword and a dagger, both not real of course. Last but not least, I bought the helmet online. I swore that it felt heavier than it should have been, but it didn’t feel like metal so I shrugged it off.

The party was a classic college party. The girls were dressed all slutty and the tough guys were in their silly costumes. There were some people like me at the party too: pretty good costumes, but not really there for the party. They were here for the free booze. I fell into the “good costume now let’s get wasted group”.

I was drinking my seventh or eighth beer before I started to feel really dizzy. The guy throwing the party was a friend of mine, so he let me crash in one of the guest rooms. So, I walked up the stairs, leaning on the railing to whole way. I found a room with a bed and flopped down on it. I didn’t even bother trying to take off my stuff. In a minute I was out like a light. I hoped that I would feel a little better in the morning… I was sadly mistaken.

I had a dreamless sleep, granted I passed out versus actually sleeping. There was only one thing I could recall. It was a voice saying this weird phrase or something. I couldn't remember what it meant but it was familiar. I ignored it and started to wake myself up.

When I woke up, I wanted to roll over to my side. The mattress felt like a slab of stone. My costume also felt heavier. It felt like I was wearing real armor. So, when I tried to move, I couldn’t. I tried again and again but I just couldn't move. It didn't feel like the armor was wearing me down. It was like some unknown force was pushing down on me… constantly.

Another thing I noticed was I was face up. I remember passing out face down. All this confusion started to raise my anxiety levels. Feeling more alert, I tried to move again. Once again, my limbs stayed in their position. I was on my back, facing up, unable to move, and the worst part was that it being pitch black.

This had to of been a prank. I opened my mouth to see if anyone would let me out. Except, nothing came out. I tried and tried again, but no noise. I didn’t even feel my mouth open. There was nothing covering it. It just... wouldn’t open. I’ve never had a reason to be claustrophobic, but this was a good start. I was freaking out. I was able to move my eyes at least, but that was it.

Someone must have kidnapped me. But why? I am not worth anything. Well, to my parents yeah, but they aren’t exactly rolling dough. ‘What if I am never found? What if I am tortured to death just for some fun. Oh God! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!’ I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this. I only hoped for a way out. Then I heard the voice.

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

‘What the hell was that!? Hello!? Can someone hear… my thoughts?’

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

‘I don’t understand you! Please help me!’ The voice repeated with a bit more force.

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

'I don’t know what you want me to do!’

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

‘WHAT DO YOU WANT!’ The voice just continued to ignored me.

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

It went on for what felt like hours. The voice just kept repeating and repeating itself. I started to pick up on parts of it. Over time, I found out that I wasn’t breathing either. At first, I flipped shit, but I never felt the need to breath. I also felt more hollow: as if I wasn’t completely there. I assumed that I was dead and this was sick torture in Hell. Being closed up in probably some casket with a menacing voice repeating in your head would fit the description. I thought it would have more fire though.

The voice never did stop repeating. I found myself trying to repeat it. It was the only thing to do. I had the first phrase down pretty fast. The next part wasn’t hard. Now, trying to remember both and put them together was difficult. I won’t even mention the other half. ‘Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul’ When I finished the second part I felt my box shake. ‘So it wants me to repeat it? Ok. I got this.’

I saw my chance and took it. I repeated the two phrases over and over again. The box never did shake. It must have wanted me to say the second half. I was now paying very close attention to the voice. I was happy that it spoke slow and enunciated itself. The third word was giving me all kinds of trouble. It just wasn’t something I could pronounce: even in my own head.

Eventually, I got it down and was able to pick up on the rest pretty fast. The third word would gave me some trouble. I used a trick for trying to remember something: say it seven times. After saying thrakatulûk seven times, I said the second half of the phrase seven times. I felt confident in my ability to combine the phrase. I started to think with the voice, syncing our words.

Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,

ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum ishi krimpatul.

When I finished the phrase, the voice stopped and a large crack went right down the middle of stone, mirroring my body. The weight that was pushing me down was gone as well. I immediately moved my arms up and pushed on either side of the crack. It was heavy, but I was determined to move it. The stone weigh as much as I thought though. There was a bit of resistance but it slid off the sides. Once the stone was removed, I leaned up and bent my legs. They felt so stiff and my back didn’t fair any better. I thought it would have popped some, but it didn’t. After leaning up, I looked around, but there wasn’t much to look at. The room was made of stone, but it looked like it was carved into a rock rather than being made out of it. There were scratches and imperfections everywhere. The room looked ancient, and the only light source was coming out of a doorway. Well, it wasn’t a door way, due to it being closed by bars. There were no hinges, no locks, just bars.

I made my way out of my coffin and hopped to the floor. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard the sound of metal hit stone. I looked at my hands. They were still in gauntlets, but ones made of metal. The ends were sharp and jagged. Looking down to my feet a metal shaped shoe protruded from the black cloth. I moved my hands up to my helmet to try and take it off. It, however, wouldn’t budge. It felt like it was fused with my head. I left it alone for now. Priority number one was to get out of this tomb… my tomb. I have given up on the fact that this was a prank or a kidnapping. This was something different. Much different..

I walked up to the bars and gave a push. They didn’t move an inch. I pushed and pushed again, but they didn’t move. Then, I remembered how I got out of the coffin. I placed my hand on the bars and repeated the phrase. It didn’t budge an inch. I opened my mouth to say ‘dammit’, but something else came out.

“Zanbaur!” I almost jumped at the sound of my voice. It sounded echoey and drawn out, like an actual wraith. On top of my voice sounding weird, I spoke a completely different language! A language that I didn’t even know! I would have freaked out more it I hadn’t already been trapped in that stone coffin. I walked back up to the bars, having an idea. If I using words worked to get me out of that coffin, it could work on these bars. At least I hoped.

Placing my hand in the middle I thought of something to say. In my mind I was saying ‘open’. My mouth had different ideas.

“Kaul.” The bars immediately busted open, snapping in the middle and exploding outwards. I jumped back due to the abruptness of the noise of metal breaking and bending. Moving towards the opening, I peaked out. There was only about a foot of walkway before a bottomless shaft. I could faintly see other tombs like mine before a never ending blackness. There was no way I could make it to any of them to see what was inside. Not that I wanted to go further in.

I turned around to make sure I wasn’t going to leave anything behind. On the wall I saw three objects: a flail, a sword, and a dagger. I picked up the sword first. I could swear that I heard voices when I grasped the handle, but I found a holster and put it in place. It wasn’t a full blown sheath, just a loop in a belt. I picked up the dagger next. A cold energy come from it. After some digging around, I found it’s spot in my cloak. The last thing to pick up was the flail. It had a long wooden handle with old looking chains. The end of the flail, however, was huge. I couldn’t even wrap my hands around it.

I didn’t see any place to holster the weapon. Looking for a place to put it, I moved my hands all around my new body. My hands made the way to my back and found a large loop with what felt like a strap. I dug the star side of the flail in the large loop and strapped the handle in the best I could.

Looking around the room again I found a book on the floor. The book looked to be bound in leather. The cover had no title but an imprint of, what looked to be, a demonic dragon skull. I didn’t observe it too much since I wanted out of my prison. Under my robes I found a pocket and deposited the book inside.

On the last look, I only found rocks and a broken stone coffin. Satisfied that I found everything, I made my way out the opening. My foot slipped as I almost stepped off the narrow walkway. I grabbed the jagged bars and pulled myself up. That was close.

“Nar Thos!” I hoped that meant shit, because that is what I was thinking. I repositioned myself on the ledge and shimmed across. It was hard because of the flail on my back.

A few parts of the ledge shook when I stepped on them. I was just happy that none broke off and let me plummet to my doom.

Once I rounded the second corner, I walked into the passageway where the light was coming from. The farther I walked, the colder it got. Although, I never shivered or tried to rub my arms for warmth. I could feel the cold, but it didn’t make me any colder.

I eventually made it to the last length of the passage. The light got brighter and brighter. I had to shield my eyes and let them adjust to the light. At the end of the passage, I found myself staring at a mountain range. I could see dozens of snowcapped peaks making up the landscape. The sun was high in the sky with only a few clouds here and there. Each mountain, oddly enough, looked the same. There were no differences from each peak that I saw.

I landed on my knees. It finally sank in that I was nowhere close to home. I didn’t know where I was or what I was going to do. I was lost in a land that I knew nothing about in a body I knew only a little. So I did the only thing I could do in my frustration. I screamed. I screamed a scream that would be used to describe a human. The scream was one I was all too familiar with.

It was the scream of a Nazgûl.

In the city of Canterlot, Celestia sat upon her throne, taking a break from dealing with the pesky nobles that would bug her about every little thing. The last one had the audacity to suggest tearing down Ponyville and make it a huge farm land for the nobles to own. He was hauled out by the guards.

She rubbed her temples trying to rid herself of the migraine the nobles blessed her with. Her relaxation was, unfortunately, stopped by an ear piercing screech. It sounded sick and twisted, like a long lost monster. Below the actual layer of the screech, she could feel an emotion that she thought she would never have to feel again. Fear. The warmth of the sun left her as an icy chill took its place.

The guards didn’t fair any better. They all dropped their spears and shook in fear. They have never had to deal with anything worse than a robber or a noble who thought he or she was better than somepony else. Some were even on the ground, their helmets splayed across the floor. They were holding onto their heads, screaming for the awful screech to stop.

Just as fast as it started, it ended. The guards were starting to pull themselves together. Celestia felt the chill run out of her system and her warm magic take its place. She could feel her heartbeat pumping heavily from her chest. On of the guards looked up to Celestia.

“P-Princess… What was that?” He was still shaking in his armor. She took a few deep breaths in order to calm down.

“I-I don’t know, but we need to investigate this disturbance. Please bring me Captain Iron. I want to see what he thinks of this.” The guard gave a bow and went to look for his superior. She gave the rest of the guards the rest of the day off. She needed to talk to Iron Fist in private.