The feeling of being an Alicorn king was nothing but greatness. Two Pie could barely remember the hell he went through, them any years ago. Everything was perfect, there was little to no evil, the imagination that this land was ever in the hell that it was, was just... astonishing! Two Pie slowly started falling asleep on his thrown. His son's voice ringing around in his head, he could see his wife getting up and starting to panic, he wasn't one to fall asleep immediately neither does he ever take naps. his breathing stopped, and his son's voice started deepening. Morphing into what sounded like a drill seargen's. "August. August! Get up! AUGUST!"
August woke up, He was on his side, in bed. He open his eyes, looked around, and coughed; the area was very dusty and sandy. He tried whipping off the covers with his wings but... where were they? They were gone. He tried levitating the covers off. Nothing, he just got a bad headache. He lifted his hood and felt his head. Nothing but his mane and head. "August, what are you doing? I told you to get up, not rub your head, now get UP!"
He whipped off his covers, and got up. His red fur, no longer scales, was dull, and dark. His left hoof almost fell out from
