The Dreaded One, Dormammu

Dormammu Fact

Dormammu is stronger in the Dark Dimension, being empowered by the worship of his followers, and can draw upon its power. So if he took over a world, and they all on that world worshiped him, he would gain power through that worship.

My eyes slowly opened as the blinding light of the sun gleamed down onto me. I was outside, and there was a small burning fire next to me. It didn’t take long for me to get ahold of myself, and to tell where I was. I was lying down in a small clearing, and Trixie’s cart was just a few steps away from me. The bed that was normally inside had been dragged out and placed next to the welcoming fire. I knew I had lost conscious, but from the looks of it, Trixie was able to find me and take me with her before anyone else could.

I glanced down at my hoof before giving myself a once over. I felt fine, and my body even looked fine, but there was something that was wrong. This pony body was weak… At the moment it was not able to handle all of the magic that I held within it. I other had to find a better way to cast my spells, or alter the body to make it compatible with my magic.

“Master?” I glanced away from my hoof and over to the cart to see Trixie smiling at me. “Oh thank goodness you’re awake! Trixie thought she lost you!” Stepping forward, Trixie’s horn glowed as a large pot, as well as a stand was placed over the fire. “I’ll have breakfast done in just a moment, Master, don’t you worry!”

I shook my head but smiled. “Good work on recovering my body after I fell unconscious, Trixie. For that, you have my gratitude. You’re really proving your worth, aren't you?”

“Trixie lives to serve!” Trixie stated with a smile, taking in my praise like a sponge.

“Now, where are we?” I asked.

“Oh, just outside of ponyville. After you fell unconscious, Trixie didn’t think it was a good idea to be on the move, and did everything she could to make sure you were taking care of,” She explained before trotting past me and over to a nearby tree. “The town is just over there, and before Trixie forgets, you were asleep for four days.”

“Four days? My body is in a worse of a condition that I thought…” I trailed off as the smell of ash and brimstone reached my nose, and I knew that it was too potent to be coming from the small fire next to me. “Trixie, why does the world smell like it’s on fire?”

“Oh, yes, a dragon has made it’s home in a nearby mountain and is breathing smoke into the air as it snores. Trixie doesn’t believe that anypony has gone to deal with the dragon yet, but none the less...” Trixie clarified as she went back to preparing breakfast. “And Trixie knows you said that you do not require me to obtain you food, but what would you prefer, Master? Having to cast a spell before you truly know what’s wrong with your magic, or to not have to do anything, and enjoy some good fresh cooking?”

I chuckled at her comment but nodded. She had a point, and I knew that it would not take me long to find out why my magic was not compatible with the body that I made, but until everything was said and done, casting spells would just make things worse. “What will we be having for breakfast?”

“Blueberry oatmeal, Master,” Trixie answered. “Along with fresh picked apples, that I got from a nearby farm.”

Turning away from Trixie, I made my way to the fire before plopping down next to it. Its warmth was welcoming and familiar, as my true form was living magical fire. Most didn’t know that about me, and assumed that my metal body was a part of who I was, but the truth was I was just the living fire skull. I smiled to myself when the mental image of my pony form clad in metal with a flaming skull. It was amusing.

“So what has been happening in the town of Ponyville since the attack?” I inquired while my gaze was still fixated on the flames under the cooking pot.

“Noisy, Master. They have rebuilt a few of the buildings that were destroyed and had even come by to thank you for saving the town. But I warded them off so that you could rest in peace.” Trixie elucidate.

“I take it they had festivities while I was recovering?” I joked.

“No, Master, the pink mare from the bakery told everypony that until you recovered that they were going to wait to have a party...” Trixie deadpanned before shaking her head, and adding water to the cooking pot.

“I believe her name was Pinkie Pie,” I muttered. “But celebration in my name? How can I turn that down… Their praise will fuel my power.”

“This is why Trixie didn’t take Master away from Ponyville. She knew you would enjoy such things! Well, Trixie hoped you would anyways…” Trixie sheepishly declared.

“You did good work, Trixie. Again, you have my thanks,” Standing up, I strolled over in the direction that Trixie pointed out before looking down into the town of ponyville. “I shall return shortly. Make sure my bowl is warm when I return. I shall go… schedule this party with the pink one. At this point my cover, though not blown, has been affected. If I do not act now, then things will not play out the way I wish, and negatively affect the plans that I have made. I must… control this situation.”

“Yes Master, I shall get it done,” Trixie bowed. “Have a safe trip, and please be careful not to strain your power too much.”

“Funny… You’re more sincere than most of my past servants…” I muttered to myself so that Trixie would not be able to hear me.

It didn’t take me long to make my way through Ponyville, especially since most ponies were asleep this early in the day. The sun was just rising over the nearby mountains, after all. But as I found my way to Sugarcube Corner instead of picturing any beast eating the establishment, I imagined my new pet eating it with one bite. An Ursa Major was that big after all, it would be able to do it.

“Oh, welcome to Sugarcube Corner. You’re earlier than most of the ponies that come in for breakfast, but none the less we’re ready for business!” A plump mare stated from behind the counter. “My name is Miss Cake, and how can I help you today?”

“I am looking for Pinkie Pie. She said that she would throw me a party for saving the town.” I explained, and the mare’s eyes then popped wide.

“Oh... You’re… You’re… Honey, get in here, that stall that saved the town is here! It’s Dire Bishop!” She called out while bouncing from one side to the other.

“What?!” A stallion, who I could tell must have been Mister Cake asked. Rounding the corner, a tall yellow stallion appeared with a look of shock. “Honey, go wake up Pinkie, go wake up Pinkie!” Without another word the mare bolted off, practically flying up as she went.

“I take it the town is rather… ecstatic from my actions?” I asked.

“Well you took down a monster the size of a mountain, so yeah! Now, what can I get you? Cake? Muffin? Pie? Whatever it is, it’s on the house!” The stallion called out in glee.

“ALL OF THE ABOVE, MISTER CAKE ‘CAUSE WE’RE HAVING A PARTY!” Screamed a familiar voice as a pink blob ladder next to me.

“Right you are, Pinkie, right you are!” The stallion smiled.

“Before you both get overboard with anything, I must say this-” Turning to the Pink mare, I lifted a hoof up, and cleared my throat. “I request for this party to be held in the afternoon, other today or tomorrow would be preferable, and be large enough for the whole town to attend. As it was the whole town that I saved. No… pony should be left out.”

“Silly, that’s how all of my parties are!” Pinkie Pie laughed before throwing a hoof over my side. “You’re going to love it! Thank you so much for taking care of that big ol’ meaning monster!”