Blue Eyes, Silver Body: Wrath of Necronak

Chapter: 2 - Embers

Celestia, despite having the Gala yesterday, was not having a good morning. Though she relished in the fact that her arrogant nephew hadn't disrupted the court with his attitude, she was beginning to grow worried as she hadn't heard of him at all. Meanwhile, the Prince in question was still sleeping in his now demolished room. His darkening eyelids slowly begin to peel open, the orbs within lazily scanning the room from left to right. Lifting himself into a sitting position, he groans as his aching bones shift around beneath his fur coat. Standing up onto all four of his legs, he begins to step gradually out of his room with his head bowed low and his blonde mane hanging limply across his eyes. Passing servants are both relieved but concerned with his change in attitude, the sound of his hoofsteps being the only thing echoing down the hallways. Blueblood's gait eventually brings him to the dining hall doors, a sigh of uncertainty whispered through his muzzle. With uncertainty, he cautiously opens the great wooden doors and walks over to his usual seat at the table.

Sat on his usual deep blue cushion with gold detailing, he slumps forwards and crosses his forelegs on the wooden table before him and rests his white chin on the fur of his front limbs. He idly taps his hooves against the table, waiting for a servant to eventually approach. Once does.

"What can I get you, sir?" Asks a tuxedo-wearing servant, scanning the dishevelled Prince with uncertainty.

"I want an ink and quill, a piece of paper, and what I usually have to eat." The prince croaks out in a raspy voice.

The servant bows courteously, and then leaves the prince at the table. Celestia watches on nervously. She attempts to speak with the prince across the table, forcing a false smile to mask her curious state, only to receive no response as her words are ignored by the prince. She slumps into her seat slightly, the prince not even noticing with his deep blue irises pointing down at the wooden table. His thoughts wander as he formulates his coming letter within his mind, hoping what he is about to join will allow him to move past the events of last night.

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Oblivious to the Prince's thoughts, something was stirring far from the city of Canterlot in the northern fields of Equestria. Something even colder than the ice imprisoning the twisted being. It began to awaken after it's age-long slumber, the last memory it had before falling into slumber was the inferno of rage and a plan completely focused on one being who had dared to cross the twisted spectre. Necronak. The very name sent burning stakes through the wraith, filling the smoky haze with the fire of a thousand suns. Unfortunately for the being, but lucky for everything else, the boiling heat of anger within the haze wasn't physical. So all Sombra could do was cackle madly as he began to use his leftover dark magic to slowly weaken the millennia old bindings whilst his broken mind was consumed with his plan to take his revenge against Necronak.

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It had been a couple years since Blueblood had written that fateful letter. And every day since, he hasn't regretted a single moment since he wrote it. Of course the entire royal court and the princesses themselves were incredibly shocked to hear his declaration, Celestia pleading with the Prince to change his decision. But Blueblood was stern and replied coldly each time he heard a plea to change his mind. But with his stone will, Blueblood joined the ranks of the Equestrian Military. Something snapped something within the royal's mind that Gala so many years ago, something which caused the prince to simply drop his façade and show his true colours. Those being cold, calculating and lethal on the field of battle. He had started as a lowly guard, the royal sisters not wanting to have him as a high-rank unit since they thought he would drop out after a week of physical exhaustion caused by the training. He didn't drop out. Instead, he proved just how strong of will had been masked by a false exterior. This allowed him to pass through the training with nothing but physical exhaustion, not mental. His body collapsed before his determination did.

Blueblood became one of the finest sword-wielders in the military, able to bring down even a pony general in a friendly duel after the higher-ranking pony heard of his exploits. Though, he was pretty weak at most other methods of combat. Normal offensive spells were just about unusable, telekinesis being the only true spell Blueblood could even master. Defensive spells also shared the same availability, the only way the royal could ever protect himself in battle being his telekinesis which enable him to levitate debris and even actual shields to deflect blows of magic and physical strikes. This ability allowed him to shield a general during a battle against an invading dozen dragons. He had used his strong telekinesis to slay a drake with his personal great axe, and then lift the large corpse to shield a wounded general from the flames of another draconic warrior.

Once Blueblood returned from the battlefield, he was heralded a hero and, even to this day, has a statue of himself standing in the royal garden. He was stoic, almost cold during these events. Even during his knighting ceremony he reluctantly attended, still enraged by his own (distant) relatives. Ever since, he has been honing his axe's swing and his telekinesis as a whole. Which brings us to this day, a day which will echo for many years with the sounds of coming conflict.

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"Excuse me, sir, but what did you just say?" Asked a confused, yet slightly outraged, Prince Blueblood.

"You heard me. You're going to escort my student and her friends through the Crystal Empire. That is an order." Princess Celestia whispered with an authoritarian tone, yet still trying to stay quiet since her protégé was still barely out of the door.

Blueblood said nothing except bow his head slightly whilst silently glaring at the Princess for giving him such a task, ordering him to protect the band of fools who had cost him his chance long ago. Regardless, Blueblood turned around and started walking to the door. Passing by Luna, she greets him happily only to receive a sideways look of disdain by the Prince. Exiting the hallway, the Prince begins to wander through the corridors of the Palace. But suddenly, a strange apparition appears in a doorway to the side of the Prince. A small pale blue orb, the size of an apple, gently floats around in the doorway to attract Blueblood's attention, which it does. Floating away, the blue orb leaves a faint cyan smoke trail which the Prince follows curiously.

Following the orb, the Prince gradually descend down deeper into the mountain through winding narrow hallways dimly lit by torches lining the walls. The journey lasts for almost an hour until it ends inside a large cavern cut into the very stone of the mountain. The only noticeable feature of the cavern being large stone and metal doors reaching all the way up into the ceiling. The orb gently floats towards the pony-sized locks and opens them by entering the key-holes only to reappear inside the cavern with the locks open. The gigantic doors slowly draw open on chains to reveal a pitch black room within, a room of unknown capacity. The only visible occupant of the room is a strange pedestal, made of metal and ice cast in the gloomy lighting entering the room from the now open doorway. A strange steel helmet is encased in ice at the peak of the pedestal, the glowing orb floating towards it only to seep into the sapphire positioned above the helmet's visor. The ice encasing the armour piece is slowly melting, eerie whispers emitting from the cracks in the ice heard by the slowly approaching Prince.