The Pinnacle of evil.

Discord couldn’t sleep that night, tossing and turning in bed, thinking of what would come tomorrow, what time he would have to be there, if anyone else was going to be there, and to be honest, he was thinking of not going. After a mere few hours of sleep, the sun rose over Ponyville, shining obnoxiously through Discord’s window. As he woke he suddenly realised there was one thing he had not accounted for, or more accurately, pony. Fluttershy. He heard her moving through the wall between her, and quickly scrawled a note on some parchment and left it on the front door as he left.

“Fluttershy, clestai wants me in cnterlot, be a while.”

A long way stood between them and the Dragon Mountains. Queen Chrysalis had prepared a small team of soldiers to protect her on her journey. It was currently midnight on the 18th of May, and they were in the southern swamps, still in Equestrian Territory.

“Your Highness!” The team’s scout called. “I can see the mountains!”

“Are you the one that tell which one we need to go to from a single glance?”

“No…”

“Then why did you think that information would be useful to me?”

“I.. Uh…” The scout stuttered.

“Exactly”

Although, around a hundred yards later, there was indeed a wonderful view of the mountains, perfect for Carden, who was the group’s navigator. A moment of awkward silence passed as he surveyed the mountains, but he soon pointed a hoof towards the tallest mountain.

“Let’s get going shall we?” The queen said, without the slightest hint of enthusiasm in her voice.

As they reached the foot of the mountain, which was very tall, they took flight, risking the failure of the entire journey – if they were seen by a dragon in its territory; they would be dead quicker than Pinkie Pie can say cute cuddly cupcakes are quite cool ten times. They were about seven eighths of the way up when they reached a large cave, not inhabited by a dragon, but by a cloaked figure and what Chrysalis recognised as a draconequus from her mythology books.

“Invitation.” The voice said from beneath its cloak.

It really was amazing how King Sombra had managed to cast a spell on the crystal heart, to form a shield powered by hatred, but he had to leave that now. He had planned his route as it was a long way away. His method of transport was simple, he was a unicorn after all. When he decided it was ready to leave, he did. The King shot the heart with a spell and the shield was down, soldiers running towards him. Too late. A shard of black crystal shot up from the ground beneath King Sombra, and he was out of sight.

He hadn’t tested this method of transport, which was probably a bad idea considering the speed and precision he needed to hit the ground just as he raises it to meet him. The advantage of his method was it was quick, he was already nearing the mountains and it had only been about half an hour. He was soon coming over the swamps, and faced a challenge; judging where to land. He couldn’t hit a tree, or land in a pond, so after a few bounds he just decided to hoof it.

The mountain was indeed tall, so he returned to his previous method of transport. He scaled it in a couple of bounds, landing in a cave, where three figures stood.

“Invitation.”