Prince Armor is happy, it is very disconcerting. It would seem he has taken up my offer to incarcerate me elsewhere. He ordered his guards to escort Umbra and myself, by train, to Canterlot. Upon arriving in Canterlot I am to be tried for my past crimes and punished under the laws of Equestria. Which is a load of bullshit, since none of my actions were performed under their rule.

When we boarded the train we were escorted to the second to last car. The last car and the third to last car would serve as the guard’s car. At Least Prince Armor is being somewhat intelligent by sending two full train cars full of guards to escort a dangerous dark mage. Not that they could stop me.

Eight hours by train. Thats how long it takes to reach Canterlot. A very boring eight hours of having nothing to do. Can’t look at the sights outside the windows yet, since it's mostly snow and rock. So I decided to sleep.

Due to a near lifetime of slavery, a near life time of death, and over a lifetime almost alone my dreams are seldom good or sane. I fear for the dreamwalkers who stumble upon my mind, the madness contained is not pretty. I fear some of my dreams, not the nightmares from my subconscious; no I fear the dreams that contain memories. Things I want to forget, things I have forgotten. They are never pleasant.

My dream, a memory of life, a memory of the most vile being I have ever met. The memory of how I came to Equestria. The end of my once normal life, and the beginning of the nightmare I now live.
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It started like a normal day at the time, my alarm went off and I got unhappily out of bed. I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair. (I think it was brown then.) I looked at the clock, it was 8am. So I ate breakfast and waited an hour for my friend to arrive. (I don’t remember much about my friend, I don’t remember their name or what they looked like. Hell they might not have even existed) Today was the day of Comiccon and I was going.

My friend arrived and I put on my costume: A silver wig, a black robe, and yellow eye contacts. I was going as a necromancer, a very generic necromancer. After I got dressed and my friend and I debated about how lame my costume was we left for the con. (I should have stayed home.)

After waiting at the doors for an hour or so (I think, time is a pain to think back on.) we walked in and saw many amazing cosplayers and a few bad ones. (I don’t remember many details about their costumes or who they were supposed to be, but I remember I felt most of them were better than mine.)

And then we went to look at the vendors. (Nice stuff all around: I remember very little.) Then we stopped at His table. He was selling more than any other vendor in sight, and items of better quality. (I should have known not to buy from him, but I was an idiot) I looked around his shop and saw very little that I wanted, or could afford.

Then in the discount bin he had set up I saw a very detailed bone gauntlet for a right hand. I asked him about it: He said it’s match was missing so he was selling it cheap. It was still a little pricy and I was going to walk away, but my friend loaned me the cash for it. They said it would be an awesome addition to my costume. So I bought it. (I should have decked my friend in the face and walked away. After kicking the merchant in the balls.) I put the glove on, and the world went black.

I don’t know when I entered Equestria exactly; for the merchant was an asshole and my costume choice sucked. Due to my generic costume I gained nearly every necromantic power you can think of. The kicker to this amazing amount of power? Absolutely no control. (Never buy items from a magical merchant if your costume is generic, DO NOT.) Due to this lack of control I spent who knows how long in a state of constant death and reanimation. (Let me tell you: When your power literally rips your body apart molecule by molecule, it’s painful.) I honestly would have thought I was in hell, if I had been able to think.

Then I met Lord Death. He told me I was entertaining and that he would like to help me. The price? So long as he gave me control over my powers, they would be partially sealed and I would have to serve him for the rest of my life. (Which happens to be until the end of the world, possibly.) I agreed and became his servant. (Which isn’t as bad as you might think. I didn’t have to reap souls for him, nor aid souls in crossing over. I didn’t have to do much of anything really, only listen and obey if he gave an order.)

The memory was over now and I was sitting alone within my slumbering mind. Conscious dreamer phenomenon, where one is asleep and knows it. This is how I tend to be when I sleep. No dreams, just me in control and thinking about things. Which is another reason I fear dream memories, even if I am in control: I can’t change them. And being unable to stop horrible memories from driving you insane is a very frightening thing to an immortal with a conscience.

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Unbenounced to Nox, she was not alone in viewing her memory. A blue alicorn princess had sought out the necromancer’s mind. And with the knowledge of Nox’s past the alicorn left the necromancer’s mindscape. Back to Canterlot, to prepare for Nox’s arrival.

Author's Note

To be honest I have issues with this chapter, but try as I might this is the best I have for it.

Good news:
New chapter! Huzzah!

Bad news:
I started this story without any real direction and the more I think about it, the less I like it. In the near future some chapters may get a rewrite or scrapped. Or the story might get put on the back burner until I can figure something out. I don't know yet. Another week of internal debate! HUZZAH! on another note: If this story does get put on the back burner it would mean I'm writing something else (I have a few ideas spinning around in my noggin.) Or I might just write both, who knows.

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