My shiny new tower

    As I sat there with Spike, the chess board between us empty except for three pieces left due to the amount of time we normally play together, we had begun discussing my love life as of recently.

    "I don't see the problem, I just need to find the right stallion for you and I will finally be free to go back to my hoard! sounds like a win win to me." he shrugged and shuffled another paper over for me to browse before passing it off with another 'meh'. "I swear, if you don't like the next one I pick, you can go and get the next batch of papers for your self!" With that, he flung another paper at me, this one sporting an old name. Seonberu, the name sent a shiver down my spine.

    As I browsed the bio, I couldn't help but let out a small sqee. He was from a time locked kingdom with an ancient library, and was a celebrated war mage. I had mini nerdgasm as I thought of all he could teach me. unceremoniously, jumped up and shoved the portfolio in Spikes face. "This one this one this one! EEEEEEEEE! send out the notice immediately, I want him!"

Back to the agency....

    "I shall come out of this victoriously! None shall stop me from my conquest! Nothing shall be spared my scrutiny, and I shall-" a hoof slammed into Sombras' open mouth, stopping him mid rant.

    "You have mail Sombra, an Alicorn wishes to be 'rescued' from her tower, and has requested you by name. I suggest you hurry, they rarely ever want to be left waiting, it makes you look like you don't have any regard to schedules, something this one really appreciates. You have three days to get there, don't be late." Astaerotheshofusatherus extracted his hoof from the mouth if the former king and wiped it on his cloak. His eyes began to glow with a disturbing light, flashing after a few seconds, causing Sombra to blink. As he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a forest clearing.

    "What the buck?!" he looked around, trying to get a feel for his surroundings, when a map popped into existence in front of him. An X marked a spot with his name above it. He reached out with his magic, lightly grasping it as if it might disappear in a flash of magic. Off to one side, a tower was marked with an arrow with the word 'urgent' above it. With that noted, he scanned the rest of the page, noticing a magic compass in the lower left-hoof corner. With a shrug, he made a quick estimate of the direction and how to get there and rolled the map up and put it in his satchel.

    After a few hours of wandering through the woods, Sombra, our mighty adventurer, decided to stop for a quick rest in his journey. Unbeknownst to him but knownst to us, a pack of wild singers lurk in the bushes three feet away... thankfully a camera drone hovers near by to capture it all on crystal, and hopefully he won't make too much noise and alert them t-

   "WILL YOU SHUT YOU'RE MUZZLE?!"

   "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" the startled documentary crew(except for the drone) all began to run away from the immediate area, hopeing to escape from the wild singers.

    The startled animals all popped their bird-like faces out of the bush, immediately zoning in on Sombra. The group of avian predators slowly fanned out around him, trying to trap him. They all began to chirp out a few notes in quick succession, harmonizing before they began their auditory assault in an attempt to lull him to sleep.

    With a blast from his horn, Sombra began to try and systematically destroy the little nuisances. After the first two though, the rest began to scatter, fouling his chance to get the rest of them. As he found the body of one of the little bird-like animals, he levitated it over to himself, lighting it on fire and burning the feathers and fur off of it. As the flesh crisped, the changeling hovered over to him.

    With a quick shift of appearance, it pulled out a microphone and held the device out to him. "Sir, your the first to ever survive an attack by Singers, you thing you could tell me how you managed to do so? This could help ponies everywhere, wold you like to tell the viewers how you did so?"

    Sombra stopped mid chew, looking at the strange device before him and to the thing holding it, "What the buck it that?"

    "A microphone, it allows me to record what you say without the need of a pen and scroll, the camera allows me to capture paintings in a very fast pace allowing me to make things called 'movies' or 'moving pictures', a very fine piece of technology if I may say so." as Sombra opened his mouth again, the changeling held up a hoof, "And I am well aware that it all seems extremely absurd to you at the moment, but you will be briefed on the technological and social advancements of the past centuries. Please just tell me how you managed to overcome the Singers, and i will be going back to just following you."

    "I don't like music. I find music to be a waste of talent and of no actual use to anypony." with that said, he began to walk off, leaving the changeling there, wondering how the studio would take this.