The Return of Darkness

I yawned awake in my cell as the sun somehow found my eyes and decided to burn them when I opened them up to begin my morning routine. I wondered if Apollo has it in for me after I just ripped a hole in the fabric of time and space. Then again, she was always shining her Jupiter damn ball of plasma in my face, every day. Seriously, it was like she wanted me to see how sexy she was, well burning my eyes won't help your cause.

After stretching like a kitten from the internet of old, I saw a tray of food, warm and not looking like it came from a nearby dumpster. I did a quick check to see if it was poisoned. Happy that it wasn't, I ate the eggs and bacon and waited for High Voltage to take me to his lab near the border of the old Kingdom.

It took only a few minutes after finishing my food that a Griffin in a very slutty french maid outfit came to escort me to a carriage where High Voltage was waiting. She told me that the carriage would take us to the train and the train would take us on a two day trip to a small port where we would get on a boat and go to an island town called Trottingham off the eastern cost.

I quietly followed behind the maid as she gave me heartbroken gaze like she knew what was going to happen to me. Then again, that sentiment would have brought me some worry if not for the fact that I controlled High Voltage with absolution. The quick trek through the mansion was boring as I knew it was going to be. The maid didn't talk nor did I get any greetings of any kind.

I entered a carriage that looked a lot simpler than what Fancy Pants rides in. It was something that the ponies in Appleloosa would drive in between Dodge Junction and back. For its simplicity, though, it did look like it could take a hit if we got ourselves in a bad situation.

I twiddled my thumbs in silence as we drove through the waking city of Canterlot. Ponies were opening their shops and the morning workers go out of their houses to do whatever they did to make a quick buck. As we got closer and close to the train, I noticed it wasn't the cake-puke that it normally was. Instead, it was a heavy, duty armored train that looked like something from WW2 Germany. There was; heavy steel wheels, a black steam-engine, and armored cars galore that we were supposed to ride in. One would think that we were going to be raided by a small army that didn't want us to arrive at our destination, but no one was stupid enough to do that. Right?

We came up to the train to board. As I left the carriage with my servant, I was immediately put into a cage and placed in a far-off car where all the Griffins were supposed to board. Before I could complain to my servant about how the loader's were treating me, I was already in the train car and put on top of another cage alongside a few hundred Griffins that were traveling the same I was. By cage.

The fact that the Griffins were being treated slightly better than the Jews of the Holocaust was the only thing that was keeping me from assassinating Princess Celestia. That, and I don't have enough information to do so anyway without causing a problem.

I gritted my teeth, trying my best to subdue my growing rage as the train cars door slammed shut with a metal hiss, leaving me to my thoughts to the darkness of the car.

The train lurched forward, causing a bunch of groaning throughout the car that a couple of my fellow passengers were rudely woken up from their nap. I waited for any other response, but none came.

I yawned in disappointment. All I could do is wonder what the hell happened to the Griffins? Back home, they were scattered from a lost treasure, here though? They kissed the boots of their masters, begging to be fucked to oblivion as a sign of approval. I laid down and closed my eyes. I put aside my growing shit list for know and worked out what the hell I was going to do.

Normally: I would just go with the flow and let the crazy happen in the background while I go about my day, trying my best not to murder someone that I didn't like. I let a smile cross my lips, remembering my first week in Equestria before I went insane with bloodlust. Everything happened so fast during my time in the hospital. My time here was just as fast and just as frustrating.

Not only is this a reality that I am starting to have to force myself to have a goal, but it's a goal that is looking like I need to go all; 'Lelouch Vi Britania,' on Celestia's ass. That premonition was something I greatly wish to avoid.

"Fuck my life," I sighed under my breath. I got comfortable in my cage and undid my bandana to use as a pillow and let the day pass on by in dream land.

Gloria sat in her cage, licking her bloody wounds as her friend Glida tried to give her some moral support. Gloria was a good Griffin. She was raised by the best breeders to be the most obedient servant of her masters. She was happy that she was wanted, that she was desired by many, but her happiness ended when her former master gave her away to Princess Twilight Sparkle.

She missed how her old master purred when Gloria kissed her kitten her genetically enhanced tongue. Gloria loved sharing intimate moments her pegasus mare that she called master. She missed how she would treat her with things that would make any stallion jealous, yet when she fell ill. She just had to be given away to prevent the pain of losing her old master to the claws of death.

Gloria thought about her new master. She thought she would be treated nicely like her old master did. When she tried to give her new master a message that her old master would beg for, she was beaten to a bloody pulp with a book. She was scolded for being a horrible servant and was put into a cage after being whipped later to, 'break her in.'

Gloria cried afterward. She wanted to know what she did wrong! She wanted to know what she had to do to be a good slave, she liked being a good slave. Being a good slave gave her a treat with a strap on and cake and fruit. She missed that the most, she wanted to know what she needed to do to be a good slave, but when she asked, she didn't want to be Twilights good slave anymore. It came with whips and whips hurt.

Gloria quietly cried into Glidas shoulder. Gloria knew that Gilda had it good with Rainbow Dash. Master Dash and Gilda were the most loved weather ponies in Ponyville. Gilda could walk around without being attached to a collar and leash. She got to keep her wings because she was a purebred Griffin. She got to work with the weather team and live in her own room in Miss Dashes cloud home.

Gloria didn't like being jealous of Gilda, but that's all she felt in recent days. Glida would tell her how she and Rainbowdash were secret lovers, just like how she and her old master was. She tried her best not to be bitter, but her new master wasn't helping. 'At least, Gilda was there to cheer me up in my time of need,' Gloria thought sullenly.

"Hey there Ria. I'm here, its okay, you are safe," Glida said over and over as she gently rubbed the back of Glorias head as she wrapped her wings around her to keep her warm. Gloria sniffed again and nuzzled into the chest of her friend, hoping that she wouldn't have to leave her to master Twilights wrath.

I slowly woke to the sound of banging metal against metal. I put on my bandana scarf and searched the narrow corridor of filled cages to the source of the sound to that I could murder its creator for waking me up. I saw a light down the train car, beside the light was a cart that was being pushed around by a; dirty-brown pony, wearing an off blue hat. From what I could see through my sleepy haze of vision, the cart had a bucket and beside the bucket was a dirty soup ladle. After making the connection that whatever was in the bucket was supposed to be lunch. I made it my mission not to eat that and instead finish off eating the leftovers from in my hammerspace.

The pony slowly made his way down to my cage to which I promptly said that I wasn't hungry. He replied with a grunt and continued down the road, handing out the puke-green goop that was supposedly called "food." The Griffin closest to me ate the goop with gusto. He devoured it like it was his last meal in the world. I was instantly thankful that I had an iron stomach, I couldn't bare to learn what was used to make the goop that smelt like; a skunk that crawled up a man's ass had babies then died.

He gave me a confused look that basically asked: 'Why didn't you get food? Weren't you hungry?' I yawned and looked away to see that every Griffin in the train car was eating the puke. Curiosity got the better of me, thus, I decided to do a check to see if the puke was enchanted. With a quick whisper of a spell, that would allow me to see if there were any special properties of the puke. I was appalled to find that there was an addictive property as well as an obedience property emanating from the puke. 'Note to self: Don't eat the Soylent Green.' I turned off the spell with a frown as I quietly ate my ham in my cage.

After a while of utter boredom, the guy directly across from me decided to speak after the guards did their rounds. "Hey, little guy, why didn't you eat?" he whispered. I looked at him with a raised brow. "Becuase that stuff is as addictive as poison leaf. Why?"

"Blue Leaf... What's that?" he asked. The guy underneath him spoke up in a deep raspy voice that sounded old. "Blue Leaf if one of the most deadly, recreational drug in Zebraca. One bite of the Leaf will send you hallucination that would last weeks and once you had one bite, you will go insane if you don't get another trip in a week."

"Hey kid, how do ya' about Blue Leaf and how do ya' know that the goop was addictive?" the old dude asked.

"I figured it out a while ago," I replied. He gave me another snort of amusement. "Well, since ya' know how to fight the poison, what are ya' doing here?"

"I am here to get information. I managed to sneak Purple Dragon in my owners drink before I was put on the train. Once I am done getting what I need, I'll be heading to the old border," I explained. The older Griffin gave me a chuckle. "Damn kid, if it wasn't for the hijacking, your little plan might have worked."

"Hijacking, what hijacking?" I asked confused.

"This train is going to be taken over by the rebels. Griffins will be free and thanks to them, it won't be long before that happens."

My eye twitched in frustration just as the train began to slow down. These rebels are outright retarded. Attaching an armored train that just left Canterlot to bust out a group of Griffins and possibly capture a few VIPS was just screaming disaster. The old Griffin was smiling in triumph that his time to come and free our kind was offputting. Whoever these guys are, I don't want any part of it.

"Well, with that revelation out in the opened. I must get out of here before I get dragged down with you morons," I said, causing train car to look at me in confusion. The old Griffin scoffed at me in resignation. "And how are ya' going to accomplish that kid?"

"I am glad you asked," I smirked. "Forma Umbra," I said, causing me to disappear and causing the group of Griffins to explode with concern. I appeared in front of the old Griffin's cage with a smile. "See ya' later," I saluted as I jumped back into the shadows and appeared right inside High Voltage's shadow. I did a quick spell and pulled him into the shadows and lead us away from the train and popped up in Manehatten, making me a little winded.

The cold arctic wind blew across the tundra as a black, steam engine made its way over the hills. The rebels flexed their claws into the dirt in anticipation for their time to strike and free their brothers. They had their plan set out in advance. The train will be forced to stop and clear out the pile of rocks blocking the tracks. The leader of the rebels was waiting to give the signal. His imposing desire to end the tyrant of the Suns reign was going to end and this was going to mark the beginning.

Gason watched as the train stopped and the ponies dropped out to begin to clear the tracks. He shifted in is silver armor and unsheathed his greatsword. He stood on his hind legs as he flexed out his wings. With a point of his blade, three hundred rebels in various types of armor rushed the train, killing anyone that got in their way.

Gason smiled as the train was taken over in just mere minutes as he walked down the hill. He saw several train cars open up as their brothers and sisters in chains walked out. Gason didn't like the look they had in their eyes. He knew that they must have been fed that accursed goop that hypnotizes anyone who ate it. Pony hostages also pooled out of the train, all of them looked upon him in fear, but something was off.

"Mendez!" Gason called out. A Griffin in silver armor that covered his entire body, preventing any detail to determine her true form from prying eyes. The only thing that could determine Mendez's identity was her smooth, silky voice, that Gason greatly enjoyed hearing.

"Yes, sir!" She saluted.

"Where is the baby Tom and our main Target, High Voltage?"

"No clue sir. Our freed brothers and sisters say that the baby Tom disappeared in a cloak of shadows before the train stopped. One of them believed that the Tom had a goal and used a mind altering drug on one of the passengers. Which, judging from our intel. That someone is High Voltage."

Gason ground away at his jaw. Not only is his main target for this risky attack was taken away by a child to do whatever. They made their escape before the train stopped. How they were able to do so bothered him. Whatever that Tom did to disappear in a cloak of shadows, was something he didn't like. He was an unknown and he didn't like unknowns.

"Find them, they couldn't have gotten far," Gason ordered. Mendes gave him a curt nod and grabbed two others and began to fly down the tracks. "As for the rest of you. Move out!"

"Yes, sir!"