Blue Eyes, Silver Body: Wrath of Necronak

Chapter: 1 - Prince Blueblood gives Harmony the Cold Shoulder.

The door to the prince's chambers slams shut, the sound echoing around the room like the roar of a chained beast. The room's lone occupant storms towards his bed and brings his once pristine white hooves into the mattress over and over until he grows too tired to continue. Exhausted, he slides slowly to the marble floor and lays down in silence as his anger pours through his veins like molten blood. Hot breath exhales through his nostrils as he snorts in outrage as he clenches his teeth so tight that it causes him pain. Pain which he ignores as the wave of anger suffocates it, his rage clouding his mind as he rises from the ground to crush and smash any unlucky items within his room. Glass shatters under the brute force of his hooves, paintings fly through the air as he tears them from the walls just to fling them roughly into the opposite wall which causes them to tear and shred.

Once his fury disperses, he is left seated on the marble floor with the carnage scattered around him. Wood is splintered and shattered around the room, some of the defiant splinters of wood lay impaled in his now bloody hooves. Shards of glass, shattered by his doing, lay across the floor with droplets of blood on some. His forelegs are cut lightly, some blood dripping from his non-fatal wounds. Looking down, he snorts at his wounds with disdain and loathing. He adopts a distant look in his eye, as he withdraws into his thoughts. His mouth seems to waver slightly as he goes on, until he has a couple small drop of frustration-induced tears leak from his blue orbs. They slowly trickle down, matting his fur as they move, until they fall from his coat and land on the cold marble floor.

Frantically wiping his eyes, drying the tears, the stallion begins to chuckle softly. Staring at his wounded limbs, blood and grime caking the white fur, his chuckles grow in volume. His night had been ruined, the same night he had been planning for the whole year. He had spent even longer still building up his public image so that the mare he had his eyes on would notice him. His face slips into a smile of content as he thinks of her, the mare named Octavia. He had his eyes set on her ever since he watched her perform at one of Canterlot's theatres, where she played music with the Canterlot Orchestra. Soon, his thoughts twist his face into a deep scowl. But then SHE ruined everything! That snobbish whorse! He had developed a way of driving any mare who got too close away, so that he could grow a relationship with the only mare he would ever love. This entailed him being obnoxiously selfish, arrogant and unlikeable. But it was just an act, and he would always try to improve his public image as soon as he finished acting like that. He promised that, once he was with the mare of his dreams, that the act would be completely thrown away.

But that mare had completely ruined everything he planned, and ruined his image! He spent hours making sure he looked his best to attract her attention, and did so personally without any aid of magic or servants. And she ruined it by flinging cake all over him! He admits that it was a tad too harsh for him to push her in the path of the cake, but he wouldn't have done it had other options been available! She just wouldn't leave him alone for the entire night, and didn't notice his hints for her to leave him be. She had started idly following him when he was alone in the Royal Gardens, trying to calm himself before he met Octavia. Once he reached the door to the Gala's main room (with her still following) he had hinted towards the door with his eyes and nodded his head to it. She had just looked blankly at him, so he continued to repeat the same actions with frustration growing within him. Then, she started doing the same angry motions at him! Was she thinking he wanted her to open the door for him? How foolish! He wanted her to head through the door, hence the nodding and eye movement, so he could slip away and find a different route inside without her following him. He eventually realized that she was not going to enter, so he opened the door himself and trotted through, her in tow. Inside, he was shocked as a cake was sent shooting towards him, where he promptly grabbed the mare and pushed her in front of him. That was when she shook the cake of her like a dog, coating him with the mess. He then ran to his room in embarrassment and anger, his task to woo the mare completely destroyed.

Lifting his head, he turns to his personal bathroom to quickly scrub the mess off. Pouring some water into a hoof, he begins to wash the blood from his forelegs as the wounds had now clotted. Running some more water, he dips a towel into the washbasin before dabbing it across his snout to wash away the grime matting his white coat. Draining the washbasin, and refilling it, he dips his golden mane into the cleansing liquid to remove the mess clinging to the silky hairs. Staring into the remnants of the mirror, he can see that he is at least presentable, but far from perfect enough to speak to Octavia. Suddenly, a quick rumbling sound vibrates the room before lots of hoof steps are heard below, in the Gala's main room. Spinning around, the stallion rushes out of his chambers and gallops down the hallways towards the Gala's main room downstairs. Concentrating his magic through his horn, the royal stallion teleports mid-gallop into the area below. What he sees splatters a look of shock and silent dread at the carnage around him, a look shared by the rest of the nobility in the room. He can see some pillars had been turned to dust, with a statue in half. One half was to the left of a light blue pegasus mare, the other half on her right. One butter-yellow pegasus was shooting around the room, screaming like a banshee as she attempted to capture the animals which were now causing chaos around the room. Scanning his eyes over to where the Orchestra were supposed to be playing, he just sees a stallion noble yelling at the four orchestra members to leave. The four looked completely downtrodden, with a light grey Earth Pony with a black mane looking even more mortified as she left. It only took a split-second for the stallion to recognise her as Octavia, causing him to rush over to the stallion noble for answers.

"Why are they leaving?" Asked the stallion, trying to restrain his panic.

"Oh, hello Prince Blueblood. What did you ask?" The noble replies.

"Why is the orchestra leaving the Gala?" Prince Blueblood asks more urgently, pointing out the orchestra's exit with a shaking hoof.

"Well, my Prince, they started to play childish songs instead of the ones they were instructed to play! They have been dismissed." He replies snobbishly, showing disdain towards them.

Shocked, Prince Blueblood rushes towards the door and out into the night outside. Frantically scanning the streets below, he spots the orchestra entering a large carriage which starts to quickly pick up speed as it rides away. Galloping down, Prince Blueblood can only whimper softly as he sits on his haunches in the middle of the cobble stone road, the moon lighting the wet cobbles with silver light, as he watches his love disappear into the night with him left behind, his feelings never addressed to her. He grows enraged as he thinks of how if it wasn't for that purple-maned mare who kept following him, he would have been able to speak to the mare he loved.  Rising to his hooves, the stallion trots slowly with his head bowed in distress as he makes his way back to the castle. The sound of his hooves clacking against the cobble floor is his only company, the echoes bouncing off the walls through the winding streets. Orange flames within metal lanterns light the way dimly, the small bugs orbiting the light casting shadows across the ground he walked upon.

His form grows cold, his fur stiff and body shivering from the freezing night air. Pulling his small tuxedo piece closer to his fur, Blueblood watches passing stallion and mare couples passing now and again, most turning to his distraught form with confusion. His eyes remain fixed to the cobblestone floor, his white ears splayed backwards in distress as he wanders down the streets, alone. Hearing the sound of wings flapping above, Blueblood gazes upwards into the night sky before spotting Princess Celestia gliding through the sky towards the local Donut Shop. Blueblood halts his walking, raising a hoof to his chin as he ponders the solar ruler's choice of going there. Quickly Blueblood, gallops towards the Donut Shop to gain answers, mentally hoping Celestia was searching for that idiotic mare to punish her somehow. Slowing his pace once the local shop comes into view, he gently sneaks up towards one of the large rectangular windows and peeks inside the lit restaurant-esque establishment. The sight causes Blueblood's blood to immediately freeze.

Within, Princess Celestia was seated with the six mares who had disturbed the Gala and caused plenty of property damage. And SHE was there with them! The mare who ruined his chance with the mare of his dreams! And Celestia was there with them, laughing about the whole thing! The prince's blood begins to boil with his veins. Spinning around, he begins to charge his teleportation spell with as much energy as he can. Engaging the spell, a blue flash emits from where he once was.

Appearing in his room, he slams his door closed and begins to buck the walls and anything he could find. In a matter of minutes, the prince's lavish room is completely demolished under his fury. Eventually, his breathes grow slower until he collapses in exhaustion.

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A deep, guttural rumbling shakes the caverns beneath Canterlot. The earth disturbed and fearful. Within the bowels of the golden city above, within the extensive vault of magical artifacts sealed away, one object seems to come alive. The light around it grows dim, the steel colder. The sapphire perched on the jagged spikes glows brightly with blue light. The being's time had come. The wrath of Necronak was coming.