The Pinnacle of evil.

Delivering a letter to a dead person was difficult for Mr Post. He found that the biggest problem, was not that the receiver was dead, but the fact that they didn’t really live anywhere. He was working in the crystal empire that month, and was told to give two letters to the palace, but for one for the princess to deliver. He was told he could read the first and as was the princess, and was confused, so he just gave it to the guards and told them to give it to the princess, along with the other letter. When Cadence received the letter, she did as it asked. She opened the magical trapdoor that King Sombra had created; she trekked down to the bottom of the stairs, and laid the other letter in the centre of the floor. There she watched it gain a light blue horn glow, and sink into the floor, creating a ripple of dark magic, like a stone in a pond. She waited for a minute and nothing else happened, so she trotted back up the stairs.

King Sombra was having a lovely time whilst dead, because there was nothing that could bother him. Most ponies don’t know about what it’s like to be dead, as nopony lives to tell the tale. He was confined to the small area where his few remains where buried, which was peaceful but sometimes boring. He could have fun remembering the times he was in power, all the control, all the punishing, all those ponies fearing him. Those were the good times. A small, light blue glow appeared on the ceiling, and gradually got bigger and bigger and bigger until a letter popped out. He found a problem. He couldn’t really open the letter, as he was just a floating spirit. He hovered his vision over the letter and waited, silently judging this letter. Why would he receive a physical letter if he can’t touch it? Suddenly, the letter gained a light blue wand glow, like the one in the ceiling. The envelope opened, and the letter slid out and unfolded. It read:

King Sombra,

Read this letter in private.

I have heard your tales of ruling empires, hating ponies, and making everyone your slave, I can help you return to your former glory. Meet me on the

18th of May, at the tallest dragon’s mountain in Equestria, and we will talk.

A helping friend.

PS. The gem enclosed will help you find yourself.

As if the letter knew he had finished reading it, an emerald-looking gem slid out of the envelope. It started glowing green, brighter and brighter, until the glow started getting so bright it filled the entire room, starting to blind him, until it went so white he wouldn’t be able to find a black sheep. And then it was black.