The Avatar of Chaotic Power

“GOOD MORNING TO YOU! Ah, nothing truly relaxes the flesh after being sealed for over a millennia like a good song and a spring in my step!”

After Dragonok finally finished his little number, he blended into the shadows as he began his plan to reacquire the possessions the Royal Sisters had taken from him oh so long ago.

Daemon, my loyal friend. Where would thoust be?

A ping rang out in his ear as his old friend and steed replied to his inquiry. He turned around to see –

The Royal Canterlot Castle. Why on Equus am I not as surprised as I should be? If only they had stashed her away in their old castle, it would have been much easier to enter and retrieve her vessel.

But who am I to deny such a tempting challenge?

He began to think of various methods he could use to infiltrate the castle, but he immediately rejected each idea that wouldn’t work well in the long run.

Can’t crash through the windows; that might provoke the guards.

Can’t shapeshift into a Royal Guard; that might alert Celestia once I use my magic.

Can’t shadowstride either; that would alert anypony who’s replaced Luna since her banishment.

Can use harmlessly random actions to confuse guards, sneak through the castle, and acquire the flute; that would work.

The only question now would be on what kind of tactic I should use to confuse them.

He wandered through the Magi Library stored within his mind to see if there are any specific tactics he could use to perform to confuse them.

AHA! This would do nicely. Now all I need is a distraction to ensure that Celly doesn’t interfere with my –

A pattering suddenly knocked onto his helm.

Dragonok, annoyed at this interruption of his thought, faced towards the sky to chide the fool who dared to bother him.

He got a flood of chocolate milk rain instead.

After being drenched to the core with the sugary substance, he smiled as his big distraction gift-wrapped itself as the antics of one particular draconequus.

Excellent.

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Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guards, patrolled the halls along with some of the Royal Guards as he prepared himself to fight against Discord, regardless of how futile it may be. Even if it only takes a few seconds to him and his Royal Guards to be bested by the draconequus, it will at least give Twily and her friends enough time to beat him and seal him back to stone.

Out of nowhere, music began to burst throughout the hall as a strange knight dressed in what seemed to be black ballet tights apparently danced towards them.

All of their jaws snapped to the ground as they watched the strange individual twirl past by them. All of them, Shining Armor especially, felt confusion at what they had just witnessed.

After a few moments to reorient himself from that shocking display, Shining Armor said the first thing that came into his mind.

“What in Equestria was all that about?”

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The infiltration was a success. Now, I need to find Daemon in this labyrinth of a castle.

Dragonok knew he had to hurry before the Royal Guards recovered from their confusion and come chasing after him so he quickly ran toward the beep where his friend awaited him. Just one more turn and…

Oh.

Right before him, where the signal originated from, was a door with a crescent-shaped insignia stamped upon it.

Luna… Out of all the people I’ve met here in Equus, you always saw the good in me, even when you and your sister sealed me away. I only wish you were… wait a second. Why are there thestral guards standing before her room? Did they change it into a storeroom? What a shame. It appears I need to use the classical knock-out tactic.

Dragonok calmly sped towards the guards and conked their heads together before they could even blink. As their helms vibrate as they lay unconscious, Dragonok walked up towards the door.

It’s time.

A metal-bound claw-tipped finger morphed into shadow as he calmly inserted it into the keyhole. He then solidified it into a key to unlock the only barrier that stood between him and his friend.

Clank.

He peeked around the surprisingly dust-free dark blue room and his scarlet eyes immediately locked onto the lump lying under the blankets of Luna’s old bed.

I didn’t know Luna had a child. Perhaps the childbirth might have played a part in her descent into Corruption. Regardless, it is of no concern to me for the moment. I just need to find – there it is!

He stood there as his eyes had finally found the flute, which Daemon currently slumbered in for over a millennia, hanging on the wall as a trophy from past eras. He walked toward it and plucked it off the wall’s hooks before he felt a surge of power return to him.

Now with Daemon back, all I need are my battleaxes. Now, where could they be?

“Mmm… Sister? Is that you?” a familiar voice sluggishly asked.

His eyes wide, he slowly turned around to see a familiar figure raising her head from her bed as she rubbed her eyes with her cute hooves. He had thought he never would see her again as her mane glistened with starlight: Luna Moonriser.

Her eyes soon noticed his presence and blinked as she slowly took in what she was seeing. He knew that fatigue still drugged her awareness; otherwise, she would have automatically charged straight at him with her halberd. As nice as the idea of friendly combat would be, now would not be a good time for that.

An idea suddenly popped into existence within his mind. Dragonok momentarily made his faceguard vanish before he shadowstrode forth and gently held her muzzle in the palm of his hand. Before she even had time to blink, let alone say a word, he passionately kissed her for what seemed like an eternity. An adorable blush reddened through her cobalt blue face as she remained stunned at

“It’s nice to see you again, fairest Luna.”

Before Luna could even say a word, Dragonok dived into the shadows of her bedroom.

As he delved through its cooling depths, Dragonok could hear her beautifully infamous Canterlot Voice.

“SISTER!”

Ah, it’s good to be back.