Author's Note

Kind of Mind Control? It's more an idea of a story I'd like to do.

Patience

The darkness stretched on forever.

No, that wasn’t quite right. He had experienced forever once. Those who had cast him into the darkness, abandoned him to oblivion, they thought that they had been rid of him, that even if he had lived, he would fall into madness.

Fall he did. One thousand years of nothiningness. Of emptiness. It was enough to drive anyone mad. When he saw the slightest glimmer of light, he pounced on it. This was his mistake. This was his defeat. It was a defeat that had cooled the fires, tempered the madness.

He waited. He planned. He collected his strength. This time, he didn’t jump at the light. He watched, he waited, and slowly, surely, it grew. It surrounded him. By the time he had shed the last of the abyss that had become his prison, his purpose was clear. The Empire, his rightful throne, awaited him.

Compared to the agony of waiting, the trip to the border was short. He could feel the magic of the Empire before he saw the spires, hear the voices of freed slaves before they came into view. Again, he waited, watching, knowing haste wouldn’t get him anywhere. Patience must be held in the highest regard.

Patience was rewarded, as one pony left the empire, seeking something or the other in the snows that surrounded it. He cared not what. He descended upon the pony; a mare. Beggers could not be choosers, after all. The vibrance of her life was incredible, as to be expected of his slaves. She resisted, naturally, but in the end, slaves were weak, and he was strong.
To have corporal body again, after all this waiting. Even if it was alien, even if it was a mare, he relished it. The mare was easily subdued once it was over, and he moved with purpose. Ideas already filled his head on how he would reclaim his throne, and a dark smile crossed his stolen face.

The first sign there was something wrong came when he was inches from the threshold. It was like swimming against a current, not pushed back, but meeting an untouchable resistance. Every step closer, the resistance grow, every step became harder. He was determined, and he pushed, and pushed…until he was thrown backward, his wayward vessel forward.

Cast out, he watched as the confused mare got to her feet, shook her head, and cast her eyes around her surroundings. What must she think about what had transpired over the past time?

He knew. He understood what had happened. That wretched Artifact, that Crystal Heart. He should have destroyed it when he had the chance, but he had enjoyed holding it over the slaves heads. Now it had found it’s Princess, and as long as the two were united, the Empire itself rejected his presence.

Patience. He needed to have patience. Much had changed over the centuries, but much remained the same. He turned his attention southward, to a mountain fortress. If he could not take the Empire, then he would infect Equestria itself. Like a virus, he would spread darkness, fear, hatred, until the Crystal Empire reflected none of the love and harmony that gave it power.

He didn’t expect to strike at the heart of the world, not yet. Even his power was not greater than the power that castle held. No, he would find a weaker heart in that great city, a heart that would be unable to resist him, a male body this time that he could remain in until he found a way to restore his own, grand form.

Once Equestria knew his pain, he’d enslave his empire anew, and with the forsaken hearts of the crystal ponies, he would reveal himself, and no one would stop his ascension.

All he needed

was a little patience.