The Dreaded One, Dormammu

Dormammu Fact

Dormammu is a mass murderer. He has killed trillions.

The party was… Enjoyable was not the right word, but something like it was. The words didn’t matter in the end, but the actions and joy of the ponies did. Their praise, thanks and love were enough to rejuvenate most of the power that I had used, even if my body was still in shock over everything. The food was average at best, but the wine was a good distraction. You would think that a great entity of magic, one made of fire, wound not be able to enjoy the flavors of wine. But you’d be wrong, and everyone is always wrong when it comes to what I can truly do. Of course, we’re not talking about broad statements. Ones that are always true not matter which way you look at it. My power being strong enough to kill a weak pony, for example, would be one of those statements.

But in the state I was just having the ability to kill was not enough. I needed influence, power, the will of the land, and with my body being weak, I would need to do it other ways. So late in the night, several hours after the party, and several more after every pony in the town had fallen asleep, I arose from my bed. Moving so that I would not wake Trixie, I slipped out into the night with little ease.

Retracing my steps from the hours before, I found my way to where I met with Twilight Sparkle, then began the walk to the Dragon’s lair once more. In the Dragon’s haste to leave, I had noticed that it’s hoard was still there. Just waiting to be taken. Taken and used for the betterment of my will, my power.

Stalking my movements from hours before, I quickly trotted up the mountain, and once at the peak, into the cave that awaited my prize. Even in the darkness, even with no light from the sky above, the gems and gold radiated through the cave. The mass amount of wealth that was on display could cause even the best of ponies to kill each other. And that… was my main point of this. My horn glowed brightly and a large black hole formed above the gold. Quickly every single bit, every single gem and every single item of worth was sucked into the black hole, one that lead to a pocket dimension of my creating. As I am a master of magic, even in my weakened state, I was able to pull this off.

Only it left me feeling worse than I had been when the Dragon broke my shield. But it was worth it. Oh so worth it. All I needed to do now was return to Trixie’s cart and go to sleep. No soul will know what happened, and I have a feeling that the Dragon will not return for its possession for some time, but by then it would be too weak to even face me. The question was now… Would I spare the Dragon’s life, make it my slave or show it what real fire was? Truth my told, ripping out its soul seems to be the more favorable option… As well as its heart, but that’s just icing on the cake.

But that does bring up the question as to why I should deal with it myself. But I already had the answer to that inquiry. A simple mare that I had under my control. A mare that I will mold into a servant worthy to call me her master.

The next day was uneventful, as was the day after that. Trixie was not necessary a slow learner, but she did pass every time I implanted the knowledge of how to use a new spell into her mind. And if you’re wondering how I’m able to do this, then you forget the fact that I am in control of her mind. At any given moment I can take over her mind, body, and will, and turn her into a puppet. Implanting memories into her mind was nothing compared to that, even if it took too long for her to wake up after each new spell!

“Wake up!” I yelled as I willed to existence a large amount of water above Trixie.

“Aaahh!” Trixie yelped before wiggling her way to her hooves.

“Three spells. Three basic spells and you’re not able to stand after learning the knowledge of each one,” I muttered. “If you are ever going to become great and powerful then you must endure! Because three spells in four hours is too slow…”

“Trixie is sorry Master, please forgive her,” Trixie begged as she slowly waddled her way to me. “Trixie is not as strong as you are, and it takes her time to become strong…”

“That is one thing we share…” I whispered to myself. “Very well, we shall stop for today. But I require you to head to town and fetch a few supplies.”

“Um, Master, Trixie hate to say this but we are nearly out of bits, and Trixie has not had time to-” I cut Trixie off with a flash of my horn and a small pile of bits rained down next to her.

“Pick them up and head into town. You will find what you are looking for on this-” My horn glowed as a parchment levitated out from the carriage and floated over to Trixie. “-scroll. Take your time, find each one, and don’t come back until you do.”

“Butterfly wings, rotten fruit of various kinds, three of every flower you come across... Master, are you going to make a potion?” Trixie asked as she read off the list.

“Yes, now get to it! And be careful not to damage them in any way!!” I yelled because my patience was now running thin with the mare.

It may be a good idea to learn the weather schedule of Ponyville before sending Trixie out to fetch me sensitive ingredients. The potion I was brewing wasn’t even that extensive of one. Any novice of the art could throw it together. It was a simple energy potion so that Trixie would not pass out after every test, and so that I won't have to waste my time waking her up... Or explode if you impact it with enough force. Both work, but I have yet to find a target that I wanted to test it on. Those colts that brought the Ursa would work, but my hate for them is next to none.

But as the hours started to drag on, and as the rain kept pouring down I started to get tired of waiting for the mare. I knew where she was too, as it wasn’t that hard finding her. I just had reach out and find the magic that I implanted into her when I first took over her will. She was at Twilight Sparkle’s home, and with her was Twilight, Applejack and Rarity. With a simple spell I could see what she was seeing, hear what she had heard, or even take assume control of her mind and body, and user her like a puppet. Even though she already is one, and I was already her puppet master.

But was I going to take the chance and find her telling them everything? No. My magic is strong, weak compared to what it was, but strong enough to control her. But even then, I had lost control of those I took under my wing before. And as my horn glowed, I laid down in Trixie’s bed, allowing myself to enter Trixie's mind.

“Trixie must admit, she does feel relaxed…” Trixie had mumbled as I entered her mind.

“What was that, Trixie?” Rarity asked before tapping on Trixie’s elbow with her own, and giving the mare a smile. “Relaxed are you?” Turning away from Rarity, Trixie lifted her head. Doing her best not to show how calm she was. But it didn’t do much as the three mares with her started to laugh.

“Well, I’m just glad that we all got over our little problem, and can start treating this like a real sleepover...” Applejack sighed in relief.

“What’s wrong, Applejack? Still annoyed over the fact that you lost the pillow fight?” Trixie smiled.

“Darling, I think we all lost once Twilight started to will pillow into existence, and almost burying us alive with them…” Rarity then shuttered.

“Well, you girls had to be stopped,” Twilight chuckled. “But good use of the teleporting spell, Trixie. It was really hard to hit you…”

“Yes, praise Trixie… Just don’t ask her to do it again, she’s kind of tired after using it so many times…” Trixie chattered. “Her horn is still a bit tingly over it.”

“I take it that’s a spell your master showed you? How do you train anyways?” Applejack asked.

“Oh, Master is a very good teacher and uses some techniques to help me never forget them,” Trixie beamed.

“And that being what, Darling?” Rarity noted.

“Oh, well, you see… Mmm, should Trixie give up how Master teaches her?” Trixie then asked herself. “It should be fine, after all, if a pony were to see they would ask questions…”

“I’m sure Bishop won't mind, Trixie,” Twilight remarked as she placed a hoof on Trixie’s shoulder. “He saved the town, and he trusts you.”

“You’re right, Twilight Sparkle,” Trixie began. “See, Master is good with memory spells, and instead of just explaining it to Trixie, he reaches out with his magic and implants his memory of the spell into her mind. It does make Trixie pass out he does it… But it works well, and Trixie is fine afterwards, don't worry!”

“Other than the fact that I have no idea what you said, I still have one very important question for you, Trixie…” Applejack broke in. “Why do you speak in the third person?”

As I pulled myself out of Trixie’s mind, I shook my head. They were right, I didn’t care if they knew how I thought Trixie. And with this rain, it was easy to tell that she was just sleeping over at Twilight’s home to stay out of the rain. But now, all I had to was wait. Wait for Trixie to return, and keep myself hidden.

“Waiting seems to be all that I do, and shall do for a long time,” I muttered to myself and I opened the door to the carriage. “Perhaps I should find something to help pass the time…”