Heart of a Shattered Being
The walk of a Million Years
Sombra king of shadows, and alas, the only one to fall victim to the mane 6. After being shattered, broken, gone and unable to cause any more trouble. However, this was only the beginning of the reformation processes for this poor shattered being.
"Sombra" a small voice cried from the void of light. Sambra could not piece together how he had got there. All he remembers is, he was in the crystal empire, "Then ... A bright light?" Sombra recalled.
"Sombra" the same voice called out again, slightly louder, but it rang out more and more, sombra, Sombra, SOMBRA, it was torture to him, who called for him, what happened, where is here. That was the question he was most tortured about, where he was, that collection of three words, that copulation of just three words, them themselves being a mismatched pile of letters, lines. These lines that formed the basis for his torture made him call out in RAGE.
"SPECTER, SHOW YOURSELF! Torture me no longer" Cried he. No reply, only his name Sombra. And again once more, Sombra. Once more Sombra. "Please Specter." he continued, voice softening, fiery rage quelled "Torture me no longer, I beg of you." The calling stopped. Only silence rang through this void of light. Now that only silence was true in this place, Sombra focused on the problems at hand. His focusing halted by the appearance of a door, no voice, just a door, but to where. "Anywhere could be better then this ... what ever this is." Sombra whispered to himself walking the door.