Prologue: a Somber Awakening

Horrible...

Ruin...

Lost...

Despair...

There were not a lot of words to describe what everypony was feeling when the Fall started. Only a few were accurate. But nothing more accurate than the cries of horror when the caribou invaded Equestria; taking everything away from its people. Their homes were taken; along with their lovers, family members and even children. Every last female of pony kind; forced and reduced to lower classed sex toys. Raped on a daily basis.

Any stallion that resisted their cause would share the same fate. Any resistance to male superiority was punishable by death or worse; the lost of rights as a male. They were changed into more female live stock to be fucked until they submitted to their master's dominance. Any who hoped for the conquest to end there was sadly mistaken.

Soon, all of Equestria would fall and bow before the caribou. Zebras, griffons, even the horrid changelings were forced to either submit or die; with only a few managing to escape and aid any refugees. And under a year's time, all of Equestria were under the Caribou's control. Crops, harvesting and profits would decline all in favor of sex toys, torture devices and large orgies. The caribou cared not of the destruction they were doing to the land. No, all they cared for was finding a nice set of tits or a round ass to stuff their cocks into; disposing their linage into a mare like a used condom.

King Dainn, the 'glorious' caribou leader, stated the laws of the new land; stated what color of collar was for each mare, and how all females should behave around their male superiors. As he claimed all four alicorn princesses for himself to soil them in his tainted seed, everypony--no... everyone began to lose hope in ever breaking free from the caribou's chains. All light seemed lost. There was nothing anyone could do but accept this cruel reality as life.

All hope for heroes died in Equestria; with only the rebels and refugees left to fend for themselves..

Fall of Equestria

t h e T h r o e s o f W i n t e r

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Once more, he had passed out when he promised to only sit down to rest. And once more, he was brought back to the world of the waking by a bell. He didn't know what the bell meant, nor who was its ringer. But he did know this. That bell had brought him back to life.

So here laid Sombra; under an elder wood tree in the middle of an abandon forest. Small snowflakes fell gently to the white blanket that covered the earth. Only a few miles was the tree he crawled out from. He stared at the footprints he left; disappearing into the distance as more snow fell. Groaning, he forced his body up from the base of the tree; knowing he would doze off again if he kept still any longer. The former tyrant didn't have time to waste. If he didn't find shelter or a house soon, he would die. And he wasn't about to let life slip away from him again.

As he walked, the ache in his muscles resumed. He had not felt good ever since his resurrection. His body was a house full of pain and agony. Every movement was painful. Every breath burned his throat. He didn't feel complete or whole. More like a separate being in a body trying to keep itself from falling apart. Sombra looked back at his arm; noticing the cracks in his skin had yet to fully heal. In fact, he was sure more cracks were forming with every step he took as a stream of dark smoke seeped.

Even so, the pain he felt right now was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he first died. Sombra could still remember everything that happened. He had come close! So close to claiming the Crystal Heart, he could taste the rising fear in his subjects. But the chess pieces were not in his favor. He did not count that purple unicorn to have a infant dragon with her. Nor did he count for the princess, weakened and exhausted, to be flung at him. Had that desperate attempt to stop him missed, he would have won. Sombra would be king now and all would suffer for having the mere hope they could have stopped him.

Instead, he felt the blast of a thousand suns as the entire Empire joined together and cast him into oblivion; their light penetrating his body and shattering him into pieces.

Hissing, the angry unicorn clutched his fist as he fought through the burning sensation his body was suffering through. They would pay. He would make them all suffer dearly. But there was not much he could do in this state of weakness. Not even his mind was safe from the strange essence that hung in the air. That was one of the first things he noticed upon waking up. The air was different. It smelt... musky. As if the whole forest was the mating grounds to some filthy animal.

Nonetheless, his focus was to regain strength. Time would be the key to his revenge. He took for granted how advance Equestria became, he admit. How foolish a full scale assault was in the modern age. Making the mistake of underestimate the ponies that got the better of him. He would not let that be his downfall again. Sombra would be ready to adapt and reclaim his power. When his magic was strong enough, he would perfect his dark spells to its deadliest potential. And once he was ready to take back his throne, there wouldn't be a single being alive that could stop him. He would be invincible, he promised. He would be king once more.

"B-Buurrgh.." he growled as a harsh wind blew against his body; arms rubbing against his shoulders to keep himself warm. Reality had a cruel way to bring him out of his plotting. It made him almost forgot the fact that he had nothing to protect his body from the declining temperatures. He was naked; stripped of his powers and his ability to shift into the dark. He was exposed.

Oh, how he hated this feeling of weakness. Unsuited for a pony his stature. Sombra would have to remind himself to let ten of his slaves freeze to death the next time a blizzard rolled in. But all of his planning wasn't going to stop this wretched cold. The dark unicorn wasn't going to conquer anything if he didn't live long enough to see his plans through. He had to hurry; find someplace warm and fast...

...

How long had he been walking for? Hours perhaps? To the shivering form of the former King Sombra, it felt like days. The snow was starting to fall more heavily. His legs were screaming at him to stop and rest. His fingers were growing darker than natural; a sure sign he was starting to catch frostbite. He lost all feeling to his exposed crotch. Anyone could come up and kick him so hard in the balls, they would shatter and he wouldn't even flinch. Any more time spent wandering this accursed forest and he was destined to repeat his fate.

His mind was growing mad from the cold. Sombra was starting to lose any hope himself of surviving this night. Was this all just a cruel joke by fate to bring him back; just so he can die a second time? No... He had to keep pushing forward. He bit his lip hard; drawing warm blood into his mouth. Sombra even smacked himself hard to stay awake. If he passed out now, he wasn't getting back up. He would fight through this pain; his bones ready to snap at any minute. He was.. horny?

Yes, while he lost any feeling in his genitals, something about the air was making him questionably horny; filling him with unwanted thoughts to find the closest mare and rut her brains out. He remembered all the mares he forced into being his concubines. He would bring them to his chambers to torture and fuck them until he was satisfied. Sombra shook his head; trying to shake those thoughts out before he almost missed something that caught his eye.

There...

The dark unicorn narrowed his eyes to look further into the distance. Something was there. It looked like... someone was walking towards him. Quickly, he picked up the pace. If this was indeed another pony, surely they didn't live that far. He knew well that ponies were kind creatures; easy to have mercy on someone lost in a storm and take them in. Surely, this one was not different, right? But wait.. What if they knew who he was? No... If they did, they would leave him to his death for sure. A sharp pain pulled Sombra out of his thoughts before he collapsed into the ground. His legs had finally given up on him. And soon, so would his body. He could already feel life slipping away again. Grunting, Sombra forced his arms to pull him forward; desperate to reach whoever was now running towards him.

He refused to let death take him a second time. Not like this. Not when he just returned to the land of the living. As the world began to blacken and the figure got closer to him, many questioned formed in his head. What brought him back? Why was he here? What was the point of his revival if he were to die all over again? All these questions would fade with everything else as darkness took him; a hand reaching out to him being the last thing he saw.

...

Deep in oblivion, it felt warm; warmer than the last time he came here. It had been years since Sombra felt this relax and comfortable. It was great to feel warmth again. No longer was he in pain. No longer was he cold. He felt.. safe. He was safe to ease into the warm emanating from his crotch.

Wait...

Instead of the sound of bell like he expected, a new sound grew into his ear. A wet, slobbering sound... Almost like sucking. And the more Sombra felt warmth in his genitals, the more they grew wet. In fact, his cock was standing erected and hard deep into this warm, wet embrace...

Was someone...

Slowly, his eyes opened wide to the sight before him. In between his legs was a mare; bobbing her head up and down while her maw was trying to swallow his whole erection. No... Upon closer inspection, she had long brown fur and short flat ears; one of them tagged. Her muzzle was a different shape as well. So this obviously wasn't a mare fellating him. But then what was she? A jolt of pleasure interrupted his wondering mind as her flat tongue began to slide out and lick at his balls. She managed to stuff his hard cock deep in her mouth; feeling her throat choking and trying to push out his girthy stallionhood. The sensations caused a gasp to leave his throat; clutching the bed sheets under him. This made the female creature look up at him, big blue eyes staring up into his red orbs almost innocently. She even managed to give a smile with his cock in her mouth.

Disgusted with this transgression, he quickly grabbed her head to pull her off his crotch and push her back. She gasped and yelped before hitting the floor on her round rump. Rising up, he was quick to notice his body was no longer in pain. He looked over his body to see it intact instead of on the verge of breaking. He had made a full recovery. But how? How long had he passed out for? Sombra began to look around his new surroundings. It appeared he was in a small cabin made out of wood. In one corner was a table with a small kitchen; composed of a fridge, stove, sink and a cabinet of glasses and plates. On the other corner was a couch; a animal rug just a few feet away from it. A fireplace was at the other corner from his bed; needed more wood to keep the flames going.

The bed he was laying in had just a mattress, bed sheets and a blanket; which he was using to cover up his limping dick. A soft coo brought his attention back to the creature who woke him up. She was as naked as he was, her small body curvy with full breasts and dark nipples. She was kneeling in what looked to be a bed made for a pet; hands folded neatly in her lap. Even more demeaning was the bright red collar around her neck.

Who and what is she?

She tilted her head,, a look of worry written on her face. "W-Were my cock sucking skills not to your liking, M-M-Master?" she asked, drool dripping down her chin from her prior efforts.

Master?

The word struck Sombra with the feeling of unease. He hasn't been called anyone's 'master' for years. And if he was, it was demanded by him for his slaves to call him such. And they would always do it bitterly; forcing the words out with venom and hatred for him. This one however... Her tone was the exact opposite. She spoke the word as if it was her natural right to call him 'master'. For somepony who had forced many mares to be his sex toys with the purpose to only state his lust and be done with, He couldn't help but feel... concerned to be addressed as such so willingly. Why was this all so concerning?

Yet another one of the thousands of questions would go unanswered. Before he could ask her anything, the door burst open. A flurry of snowflakes blew in as a larger creature of the same species came through. In his burly arms was fire wood, freshly chopped. He wore a faded brown leather shirt and pants, laced fur boots over his hooves. Upon his head were large antlers; nearly scrapping the ceiling. As he dropped the wood close to the fire place, he turned around to spot Sombra; a big grin on his muzzle.

"Oh ho!" he crowed. "Look whose finally up and at 'em. Normally, I'd punish my naughty bitch for not staying put like I told her. But it seems she was just doing her duty."

Sombra pulled his covers away to see his flaccid member coated in her saliva. Disgusted, he used it to clean himself. Judging by how he spoke so lowly of the female, this beast must be her true master. The sense of uneasiness grew more in Sombra as the situation he was in grew more weird. As if for the first time, he found an act he committed to be.. wrong.

"How was she, by the way?" the burly beast asked with a smug grin. "I trained her to take any cock down her throat until she drained them balls dry. She got you off, right?"

Sombra didn't know how to respond to this.. lewd behavior. So, finding his voice, he replied simply with,

"No..."

"No? What do you mean no?!" he snorted, looking down at the female with a glare. This startled her, making her tremble while looking away.

"Explain yourself, bitch! Not only do you go behind my back and suck this stallion off without my permission, but you don't even have the decency finish the job? The fuck's wrong with you!?"

"P-Please, master. I-I was just d-doing my duty when--"

SMACK!

Sombra's brows rose as he watched a big hand smack across the cheek of the lowly female, nearly sending her across the cabin. She sniffled, rubbing her face tenderly.

"No excuses, you bitch. I didn't pick you out of your whore sisters just to have you slack off on your dick sucking skills! Now get on your knees and apologies to your male superior for not doing your job right!"

"B-But--"

"There's no need in harming her."

He froze, turning his head to Sombra. The look on the beast's face was one of disbelief, as if what the dark unicorn just said was a forbidden word. Sombra himself was a little shocked to what he just said. Where did that come from? That was clearly his voice saying those words, but what urged him to defend the creature?

"The fuck did you just say?"

"You heard me.." Sombra continued, clearing his throat. "I pushed her off the moment I woke up."

He blinked before bursting out into laughter. "You can't be serious! Who wakes up to their slut sucking them off and refuses?! You're not one of those idiot males who think female's 'deserve' equal rights, are you? Because if you are.." He paused; eyes narrowing at Sombra. "... we're going to have problems, friend."

Sombra continued to give confused looks as the situation grew more surreal. While he gave the same punishment to all his subjects who disobeyed him, they at least gave him a reason to mind rape them back into submission. The female wasn't even given a chance to explain herself and he swiftly smacked her upside of her head. For some reason, Sombra was having a conscious about punishment and justification. What about this screamed 'This isn't okay' when he wasn't any different from this beast? He didn't understand...

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Sombra said truthfully.

"The fuck is that suppose to mean?" the beast grunted.

"Idiot males? Female rights? What creature bothers in su--""

Before he could finish, his statement made the male laugh. "Creature?! Haha! Wait wait wait! You telling me you've never seen a caribou before?"

Caribou. The northern cousins of the deer.

Ahh, so that's why they looked so familiar. He read little about them as it never interested him to learn about different races; preparing to do battle with the alicorn sisters at the time. But what he did read of them was that they were classified as brutes who cared about one thing; Raiding countries and forcing their will of 'male superiority' on other creatures. Looking at the both of them, they truly did fit the descriptions in the text. However, this did bring up a new question that made him nervous. Was he no longer in Equestria? If so, how was he to carry out his plot for revenge when it was possible he was in another country?

"Where am I exactly?" he finally asked, preparing for the worse. It was the caribou's turn to give a look of confusion.

"Umm, not too far from Ponyville. Just a bit south from here. Are you okay? You don't seem to be from around here, do you?"

A wave of relief washed over him. So they were in Equestria; that much was good. But then arose the question of what were caribou doing here?

"Ohhhh, I get it!" he said as if he just had an epiphany of some sort. "You're not a native of Equestria! Why didn't I see this before. You don't look like any unicorn I've ever seen around these parts. You must be an immigrant or something, right?"

"... Yes..?"

"Phew. This makes so much sense to why you don't want the bitch's throatcunt. You're not accustomed to their new way of life!"

What?

That's when he noticed something close to the door. Something he didn't really focus on until now. Hung up was a sword and shield. Poorly made, he noticed as the blade wasn't forged properly. The steel would dull and break within time. But on the shield was what really caught his attention. The emblem in the center was a fusion of the cutie marks of Celestia and Luna; wrapped in chains. That horrid 'something is most terribly wrong here' feeling grew more within Sombra. Something happened in Equestria while he was dead. Something that wasn't suppose to happen. The caribou notice his line of vision and grinned.

"Impressed, yeah? My shield and sword for when I'm on duty serving the great King Dainn. I just happened to have the week off for being such a loyal soldier." he boasted proudly.

King Dainn?

"Heh. Judging by your expression, you have no idea who that is. You don't know what's going on. Are you alright? You look as if you just climbed out of a rock." the caribou joked. "What's your name, friend?"

"It's... Ambros." He lied; not willing to state his name just in case the caribou knew who he was. He needed to be careful during his current state.

"Ambros? Hah, sounds like something out of a medieval novel. Since you're new to Equestria, I better give you the story to how King Dainn lead us to victory against the stupid mare cunts and established a new world order."

Finally, some answers. Though answers he wasn't sure he wanted to hear so eagerly anymore as Sombra took a seat back on the bed. He watched as the caribou sat down on his couch before unbuckling his belt; making Sombra look uncomfortable.

He not going to..

The dirty look he gave the kneeling caribou doe proved his assumptions correct. The caribou removed his pants; his half erected schlong pulled out. At the snap of his fingers, the slave crawled between his legs; licking and feeling up his heft sack while stroking his appendage to its full mass. Sombra would turn his face away from the scene, a hand raising up to shield his vision.

"Dumb cunt needs to be fed her daily dose of dick." he explained with a smug smile before grabbing at her head and roughly tapping his dick against her cheek. The whorish sounds she made caused Sombra's skin to crawl as the doe made sloppy kissing and sucking sounds along the edges of his length before opening her mouth wide. The Caribou would then shove every inch down her gullet; muffling her noises while her eyes rolled up into her skull. From there on, he raised both arms above his head to relax while letting the slut bob her head in a steady rhythm; serving her burly master. "Ahh, that's the stuff~ You'd do the same if you had to take care of this filthy slut."

Sombra forced and threaten mares with violence if they didn't do as commanded. Not have them come so willingly to suck him off. He really didn't like this mind set. None the less, he remained silent; quietly urging the caribou to tell him what happened to Equestria.

"Anyways, it happened like this." He began; trying to speak over the lewd sucking coming from his slut. "One of our scouts found Equestria; full of mares living among their colts as equals! Fucking heresy! Back home, we were very short on good female sluts to breed us new soldiers. We were desperate to find a new home and expand our rule. So this was an opportunity our great king couldn't pass. We set sail, arrived and conquered those alicorn bitches one by one. Within just a few days too! Truly, you can only be half the ruler King Dainn is to accomplish such a feat. Afterwards, the rest of Equestria came to submit to us. It was one the greatest years in caribou history."

Sombra closed his eyes; taking in his words while imagining the story. So while he was dead, someone else took over Equestria long before he could? Not a question to why he didn't like this. What would happen if he came back earlier than this? He could have easily dealt with these caribou with no trouble. Now, however, he had little to no magic within him to fight. He just barely survived a few hours of harsh snow. And he wasn't even sure if he was strong enough to fight a beast like the caribou. He could despise them all he wanted, but the caribou had physical strength as an advantage over him.

"Our motto is male superiority.. Mmm, yes, good girl~" the caribou murred; singing his enjoyment to his whore polishing his balls with her tongue while his cock bulged and throbbed deep in her neck. "The truth is, all females are born to be cum dumpsters. They should only be allowed to live in servitude to their master. They get any sort of idea about this 'equal rights' bullshit and they're punished. Gang rape, torture, death, you name it. Hey, it's not like we want to do it, but bitches need to know where they belong. And that's below our feet, on their knees; taking dick."

That just infuriated the unicorn more. It was starting to become hard to mask his emotions. While Sombra was guilty of raping many mares, he thought all ponies were beneath him. And even then, he witness some of the most powerful spells be cast by unicorn mares; pegasus mares fly far faster; the strongest of earth mares do incredible things. He fought against Celestia and Luna to a duel to the death! And while they never saw eye to eye, he had respect for their battle tactics. So to hear that they lost against a bunch of female hating beasts was a very depressing thing to hear... Yet also a suspicious and infuriating thing to hear. He assumed this 'King Dainn' fellow had to cheat his way to claim a victory like that.

The caribou would pull on the collar to his female; yanking her and causing her to choke more over his schlong. "You see this collar? This is how we label them. The red collar is for sluts who've accepted our way. If you spot a black collar one, that means she is resistant and will fight back. A pain in the ass when they try to escape, but it's nice to see them struggle. Most of them have good pussy too. As for purple collars... Too stupid to live without dick." he finished released her collar, causing her to pull back and cough as tears streamed down her cheek. "Hey HEY! I didn't say stop. Get back to sucking that dick, you useless cunt!" he ordered; pushing her face deeper into his crotch while she muffled her cries but continued to bob her head.

"Graahh~ Better. But yeah, that's how this all started. Mares and females do whatever you say. And if they talk back, hit them. They need to know their place. Doesn't that sound like the best way to live life? You come back from your job, your slut's just doing as she should; cleaning, making dinner, taking care of your young. Or even better! She's waiting to suck your cock or offer her cunt. Doesn't that sound amazing?" he asked.

That did it. Sombra was now visibly shaking with rage. He didn't know what the caribou said first that made him so angry. He didn't know when he was ever this mad. He returns to life, planning his revenge against all those who oppose him.. only to find himself in a future where all mares were slaves to another race that beat him to the punch in securing Equestria. His plans couldn't fall through now. Not with this Dainn character on the throne. So why was he brought back here? Why this future? Just.. why?

"Hehe, I bet you're shaking with excitement." the caribou greatly misunderstood. "Here, as a loyal solider, I'll give you a sweet passage to the new life. Whore!" He barked, causing her to stop slobbering all over his dick and looked up with watery eyes; a thread of drool connecting her lips to his cock.

"Go and give this stud a good time. If you do, I'll look past your mistake earlier and give you my yummy cock milk as a reward." He said, smearing her face with his spit covered dick and the pre cum oozing from the tip.

"Y-Yes master!" she said excitedly before turning around to crawling towards the unicorn; her breasts and hips jiggling with each motion.

"Go on, Ambros." he insisted while stroking his wet appendage. "You're going to like it here."

"..."

Sombra quit his shaking, eyes lowering to the caribou bitch now between his legs; once again rubbing at his sheath to bring out his cock. And the longer he stared into her eyes, the more they unnerved him. He didn't see life in her teary blue eyes. Only the need to please anything with a penis. The land of Equestria was now a dying nation; drowning in the tainted spunk of these twisted creatures. Sombra closed his eyes; lost in his thoughts, feelings and questions of this whole fucked up situation. What was here for him now? His plans for making his enemies suffered were completely obsolete. What was left for him to do here? He couldn't live like this; he was far greater than this! Why was he here? Why?

Why..?

...

Why didn't I see it before?

The answer was so simple, he mentally hit himself for not seeing it earlier. He wasn't here to take revenge on the ponies of Equestria. He was here to take back what was rightfully his. Equestria itself. And it was currently being soiled in filth with these vermin called caribou; stealing away his kingdom. His subjects. And if he weren't a stallion, this caribou would treat him no different than he did the poor slut trying to coax out his arousal.

The once called 'King of the Crystal Empire' had found his reason for being here. He would regain his power, and than wipe out the caribou plague that infested his dying empire. He envisioned it, the caribou king's head held high for all to see. The many expressions of horror his subjects would give as he claimed Equestria's throne. That would be the beginning of his revenge on the ponies. But for now, Sombra needed to dispose of the caribou.

"P-Please, sir! Please bless this filthy slut with your big juicy cock~" she said sultry to try and coax out his arousal while burying her face into his crotch.

And this sow would be the first to go.

Gently, Sombra's placed his hands on both sides of her face, pulling her face away from his genitals... before ending her life.

CRUNCH!

"W-WHAAAAAUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!" The caribou yelled, rising from the couch with a look of horror on his face. The doe's body fell limp to the wooden floor, her entire head twisted around to look dead straight at him; mirroring his expression. The dark unicorn rose to his hooves; cracking the joint in his neck to mimic the same sound.

"W-What the.. F-Fuck!" he stuttered angrily. "Y-You just.. You just killed my cum dumpster! The fuck is wrong with you!? I save you from death outside there. I let you rest here! I even offered you my bitch to fuck! And this is how you repay me, you piece of shit?! Do you have any idea how much that cunt cost me?!"

"..."

"Answer me, you bastard!!" he yelled at him, looking ready to beat the living crap out of the unicorn.

Sombra however ignored his demands and took a stance; hard glare on the angry beast. He knew this wasn't a good idea. It had been a long time since he physically fought. Honestly, he wasn't ready. Sombra just recovered from nearly freezing to death. He pissed of a beast physically stronger than him. Worse of all, the caribou was the closest to his shield and sword hung on the rack. There was only one thing for certain he had an advantage over the caribou.

Sombra was prepared to fight for his life. The caribou, however, would be too focus on killing him to even consider his life at risk.

"Fine! You're a dead horse anyway!" he roared before charging at him with a head full of antlers. With no time to waste, he pounced out of the way of the caribou's path; crashing into the bed. Now was his chance to grab the sword! He rushed to the rack and placed the shield over his right hand and held the sword with his left. It wasn't particularly heavy. It must have been made for intimidation rather than combat. No wonder the sword was so cheap.

The caribou rose; shaking off the pain before spinning around to see Sombra with his weapons. He snorted with a look of annoyance rather than caution. As they circled one another, the unicorn made a false attempt to strike just to make him flinch. He clearly did not like Sombra having that sword in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, he kept his focus on the caribou. Any wrong move or miss would surely end in his body being beaten into the ground. Exhaling, he took a step forward to swing the blade upward. The caribou stepped back, though it still managed to cut into his arm. Caribou blood stained his sword. Letting out a battle cry, the beast swung his left fist at him; only to be blocked by the shield. He swung with his right first, Sombra turned to block that. The beast continued to launch a barrage of punches into the dull shield. Pain was coursing through his arm from each blow. It wouldn't be long until he was forced to drop it.

Quickly, the unicorn push his whole body into the shield to block the next hit, effectively shattering the caribou's knuckles. The beast shouted, favoring his hand.

Now!

Dropping the shield, Sombra gripped the handle of his sword with both hands and focused his strength into delivering the killing blow. The unicorn rose high to strike, only to be meet with an effecting hit to his abdomen. All the air in his lung pushed out before he fell the the floor; coughing. The sword slide out of his grip, right where the caribou was.

Move!

"Heh. That would have been a good fight.." the burly beast commented as he picked up his sword. ".. Had you not been just a dumb little unicorn. Your kind used to be great with magic until we striped that away. And even then, its not like that was going to do you any good! You chose poorly to fight one of King Dainn's finest warriors!"

Magic..

What the caribou failed to realize that Sombra was aware of his weaknesses. He knew any spell he cast could have dire consequences to his body. He could barely keeping himself stable with his magic; a blast alone could leave him falling to pieces. And if that attack were to miss, Sombra was a goner. He needed to store as much as he could until stability was no longer an issue. However...

Groaning, he struggled to get back to his feet; the shadow of his foe looming over him.

If he didn't risk using his magic, he was surely going to die under the fists of the caribou. Grinning angrily, the caribou rose his sword to strike Sombra down.

Please...

Sombra focused all of his energy, focus and strength into his horn; a glowing red aura emanating around it. Just as the caribou swung down his sword, he fired a beam of magic right into the beast's face. The next thing he knew, his sight went from red to black. The caribou let out a cry of pain, dropping his sword in favor of clutching at his face.

"GRAAAHHHHHH! M-MY EYES! MY EYES!" he screamed, blood dripping out of his eyelids. Sombra struggled to stand without falling over, the blast draining him. Already he felt his body beginning to crumble apart. But his eyes were locked on the kneeling filth, clutching at his face. Not letting this chance slip, he grabbed the antlers and after placing his hoof to push down on his head, pull on them until they snapped clear off his head.

"NOOOOAAAAHHH!!!AHHHHHHHH!!!" the beast continued to cry, arching back. Sombra lets out a roar of his own before shoving said antlers through his eye sockets; effectively penetrating his brain. It took a few minutes until the blood gurgling cries went silent before the caribou dropped dead on the floor; a small puddle of blood spreading.

Sombra fell to the floor soon after; the last of his strength fading. All of his mental focus went to keeping his body from crumbling into a million pieces; smoke evaporating from the cracks. Sombra felt like he was dying. But if he hadn't pull off that literal miracle of magic, he would probably be dying for real. No, Sombra would live to fight another day. And another day closer to rising above his new enemies to take back Equestria.

...

A few days have passed since Sombra took residence in the cabin. Everyday, he trained to fight in hand to hand combat. How to return his body into proper physical form without having magic stitch him together. Sombra wasn't used to resorting to physical combat, but it would have to do until he recovered fully. Once his body wasn't on the verge of shattering, he would focus on using his magic again; though it would have to start simple beam attack spells for now. And when he wasn't training, he was resting or eating any leftovers in storage; food NOT with the label 'kunt kibble'.

But finally, after a full three weeks of resting and training, Sombra felt confident in his ability to fend off caribou during his journey. Eating the last bit of food in the cabin, he took the leather pants, boots and shirt of his fallen foe. He even removed his hind and turned it into long fur cloak to keep warm. A little morbid, but a tactic he though would strike fear into the hearts of any caribou he encountered. Finally, he picked up the sword and sheathed it into his belt. The weapon wasn't going to last after a couple more hits, but it was better than going bare handed.

Fully dressed and prepared, Sombra gave one last glance in the dark empty cabin. He threw the carcasses of the dead caribou outside to rot. There was no point waiting any longer. The sooner he left to take Equestria for himself, the better. Still, his mind was plagued with unanswered questions.

What was the meaning behind the bell?

Who was it's carrier?

Who brought me back?

And if so, for what purpose?

He couldn't think of any other reason to bring back the infamous tyrant from the dead outside of his own. But he wasn't going to get that answer if he continued to stay here. Sombra turned away to walk out the door and leave behind the cabin; greeted by the light of the sun rising over the trees. The sun rose from the south. That's where Ponyville should be if the caribou was correct. And from there on; Sombra's quest to reclaim Equestria from the caribou would begin.

Author's Note

First chapter finished.

Hey guys. I hope you enjoy reading this. Is my take of Sombra's character poor and OOC? Is this story just a complete bore with nothing interesting? Feel free to give me pointers, as well as point out any grammar mistakes. I'll be editing out all the kinks as much as possible!

Thanks for reading. Hope to see you in the next chapter.