-White- A New War
It was simple. Her daily tea, brewed with fresh leaves, the aroma wafted across her muzzle. But that was just it. It was simple.
The alicorn sipped her tea and sighed. Usually a guard would ask "Is something wrong, m'lady?" but no guards were here to say that. They all left after she asked them to leave her presence. A princess such as herself sometimes needed alone time. Time to relax and calm. She was delicate, strong, but... afraid? Was it wrong for the princess to fear? The thing was, was that she knew what would happen today. And in a few hours (two, to be exact, as a princess always should be) Shining Armour would approach her with a crystal scroll from Princess Cadence, her niece. And on it would be a message from King Sombra, declaring war. Yes, she knew all about it.
The old grandfather clock tick-tocked for a few moments, signaling that it was noon. The minutes ticked by. One hour left.
The throne room was dark. Only the thin silhouette through the drawn curtains remained. The princess got off her throne. She spread out her magnificent white wings and took flight, rising above the marble floor. Her golden horseshoes rose and she flashed a pink flash of magic. She was wearing a golden dress now, laced with rubies. A friend of Twilight Sparkle, her most prized student from her school, Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, Rarity, had made it just for her when she came for a visit in Ponyville. These visits were rare now-a-days, but the princess still wore the dress now. She flew around. This mare rarely got a chance to fly around. Laps and laps around her throne room, the dress breezing through the breeze she was creating. After doing a few laps, the princess looked at the clock. Two minutes. She sat in her throne, fixed her dress, adjusted her tiara, and...
Now, she thought, as Shining Armour raced into the throne room, carrying a crystal scroll. "Yes, Shining Armour?" she asked, as if she had no idea why he was here.
He opened the scroll with a magenta glow. "Princess Celestia of Canterlot," he read aloud, "it is with great grief and sorrow to be the bearer of bad news, but King Sombra of the Crystal Empire has aligned with Queen Chrysalis of The Changelings and have made a strong army, and enslaved some ponies to be on his side. We will be at war in one day. Please prepare a strong base, and a strong army. Fight with love and care. I will be arriving in eleven hours (nine after reading this) so please prepare. I'm bringing some fighters as well. Sincerely, Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire."
Princess Celestia thought for a moment. "King Sombra? Queen Chrysalis?" Now the fact that they were joining forces was the surprise. She didn't have to act, it was a real expression.
"Yes, mam."
"Well, prepare your strongest army, only the strongest. The weak will be tested, and strong shown. Hold a competition. Oh, and bring me Twilight Sparkle."
"My sister? No! This is far too dangerous!"
"And you think that I don't know this? My sister is going to partake in this game as well!"
"A game? This is war! Princess-"
"A war is a game. Chess, I shall call it. You, the knight."
"Very well, your majesty." And with that, he left.
A few minutes passed, and a princess walked into the throne room. Her lavender coat glistened in the sun beam. She gave a bow, and her purple striped mane covered her face. Not a word from her muzzle was dared spoken, as the young mare knew that one wrong word meant either death, or horrible consequences. Being an alicorn, she didn't much fear death as much as she did as a filly. So knowing that she was immortal, she was fine with death. It might be fun to watch ponies try and kill her. Might being the key word. Still in her bow, the alicorn waited for the Empress of Equestria, the realm of which this mare lived in, to break the death defying silence.
"Twilight Sparkle," the princess boomed. "Come before me, your princess, and tell me what it is you fear."
What I fear? Hmm... Probably losing my friends... No! Losing my worth... "Losing my worth, your highness," she said, frozen in her bow.
"I see. Well, I have selected you as my soldier in an upcoming game."
"A... game?"
"Yes. Chess, to be exact."
"My princess..." Twilight Sparkle said, but hesitated. Her lavender coat was a little darker here and there due to sweat. "A game? Chess?" At this point, she decided to go along with her princesses game. "What piece will..." she gulped, "I be given the honor to play as?"
"A bishop, my dear."
"Oh. And, is that all?"
"Yes."
Twilight Sparkle, the bishop left the room. It was lonely again.
"And I?" Celestia said to herself. "I shall be the King. As usual. My dear sister, the queen." Then, the princess was brought into a laughing fit. "I'm the king... I'm the king!"
-Black- A New War
The King sat upon his throne. He looked out the window, which hung high upon the wall like a big hole. "I have made it... The perfect kingdom... It would be nice to... war..." he mumbled most of the words which his wife couldn't understand. She had something that he envied- wings. Even if they were hideous, he envied them. Sure, he had magic, but he wanted wings. Look at Celestia, and Luna, and his wife. All royal, and they had wings. Is his queen better then the KING himself? No- impossible! Nopony in all of the galaxies, the stars themselves could be better then the King himself. "I cannot be a king any longer... For this, I need something..."
"What is it, my dear?" she said, sounding like a snake. Hideous.
"Nothing," he said. For he would not introduce his weaknesses or flaws to anyone, especially his wife.
Celestia... Celestia! A war with Canterlot- neigh, all of Equestria!
After being driven out of The Crystal Empire, he fled Equestria, and there, in the deepness of the Ever Changing Swamps, he met his wife, and there, he decided for her to be his queen. Every king needs his queen, even though she was hideous. "Yes... A war!"
"I suppose that I shall be your queen, dear? After all, I am now a... Sombra..." her black mouth spoke the words her king hated. How could he have married such a hideous beast?
King Sombra sighed. He took a long time before he said the words he also hated, but said: "Yes, my..." he couldn't- but he had to be strong. "My queen..."
