I Am...

by Ink Will

Rating: teen
Tags: King Sombra, Tragedy, Princess Celestia, Sad, Main 6, Princess Luna, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 1090

A thousand years in the ice does a number on the mind alone. What if it is preceded with massive mistakes? Naturally, it's followed by guilt, regret, and reconciliation.

I am... Sombra... I am...

A thousand years.

I am... cold...

A thousand years of ice,

...no more crystals...

of reprioritizing...

...Sombra... I am...

...of guilt.

...Sorry...

Published 2016-12-02 04:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-21 16:10:20 UTC

Out

Sombra... I am Sombra...

It was cold. His was stiff. Not only stiff, but completely frozen. The worst was the time. Oh, the time... It must have been thousands of years. It must have been only a hundred when he finally felt a wave of emotions wash over him. He had forgotten what it meant, but he knew he would've cried if any of his tears could thaw.

I am Sombra... Sorry... Sombra Sorry...

No more crystals...

That word. Those words. The heart. another wave. All these thoughts, but nothing to make sense off. He knew he was once smart, so he can't be stupid. He must have forgot, but he can't remember forgetting, or having anything to forget, for that matter. The thoughts came and went, almost like a mantra beaten into his mind was resurfacing. They were becoming more and more frequent. He wanted to ask why, but he can not even think on his own, let alone solve any mystery.

Sombra sorry. Sombra. No more crystals. Sombra no more crystals. Sombra don't want crystal. No heart Sombra. Sombra no more heart. Heart sorry. No heart Sombra. No no heart Sombra... Sombra heart. Black heart. Crystal heart. But Sombra no crystal. Sombra no more crystal heart... Sombra cold. More cold. Out is cold...

Out is cold... Sombra cold... Sombra out?

The ice had cracked. A gorge split along a titanic glacier, snow from above flittering into the gap. A lone guard in gold armor stood at the gaping hole, a sturdy spear in the grasp of his wings. His face was steeled. His head, in contrast, was screaming incoherent nonsense and cursing the elements that he was waiting for in a way that, if vocalized, would be more incoherent nonsense.

A groaning howl, long and low, echoed through the gorge. There were no words for what it could mean, or to describe it, for the guard lacked the comprehension to seek his inner poet to bring forth lines. This was because his mind was clouded bu incoherent nonsense.

The chasm sounded it's hollow cry again, but the guard stood firm, albeit somewhat against his will.

This went on for an hour.

"What was up with that guard?"

A company of six mares stared into a clouded sky were a gleaming pegasus had flown while screaming and crying simultaneously. He somehow managed to twirl his spear to fling at a trajectory so he could grab it in his teeth on his ascent. It was decently impressive to all of them to varying degrees, the least so to the blue flier that broke the silence.

"I think I heard some kind'a 'thank you for coming' at some point," Rainbow Dash continued, "But I don't know if those were supposed to be words or not."

A pink and curly mare jumped a bit too high to be possible. "Oo! Maybe we're in some kind of movie or book or something! And he's glad we showed up or else the plot wouldn't move forward!"

The other five looked at her with

"And someone's narrating the whole thing!"

varying degrees of worry and

"Probably someone with a deep voice or cool accent! Like-"

Suddenly, a shrill groan runs through the air, stopping Pinkie Pie from completely and utterly

"D'aww..."

The group turns abruptly to what they previously thought was a dip in the ice (one while slightly crestfallen). All of their moods immediately change once the saw the origin.

Any color spared by the wind and cold on the companions' bodies was stolen by the sound. A white unicorn, Rarity, had been holding an impressively decorated umbrella in her magical grasp, and now it had fallen. Rainbow Dash had been in the air, but lost aerial balance and twisted in the murky sky, low above the rest, just slightly dipping off to the side. The orange earthen Applejack wasn't even able to catch her loved hat when it flew with the wind. Luckily it stuck in the snow not far out of reach. All the immediate yet subtle chaos was well founded however.

Upon the edge of a single crack was a short grey tendril, frosted and iced, hooked over the ledge in a deathgrip. Shaking, and seemingly turning whiter by the second, it stayed quaking yet stable. Snow dropped from the sky to lace the paling limb with a thin layer of white, only adding to its bleach.

Nopony dared to scream, until a bright light flashed from the

"Ha ha ha! Ok, I've got a good one for you all." A creature made from many parts of different animals, usually posed upright and tall, was standing lazily in the center of a room. This is itself was normal for Discord, as he usually snuck into Twilight's home when she was out to pillage her tea reserves, but as he was leaving the kitchen with a mug in his claw, a bang followed by multiple crashes and thumps shot through the room over. He strolled into the library part of the building to find plenty of chaos along with some fodder for ridicule.

"What has two horns, four wings, twenty-four hooves, bears six elements, is covered in books, and just got a picture into my new scrapbooking project?"

A mountain combining fur, manes, and paper let out a chorused groan after a flash washed over it. Discord had been holding a polaroid camera in an invisible grip, and once it spat out a picture that was slapped into a thick album that anomalously appeared, it poofed out of the Golden Oaks Library.

The draconequus chuckled once more, sipped from his white mug sporting "King of Chaos" in black letters, and then snapped two digits on his paw. The immediate reaction by the room was that the books and bookcases that had fallen were returned to their somewhat normal state, but Discord had to step it up as always, and so the books in the cases were now organized by a little system he made on the spot.

The books were placed with no order what so ever and were all upside down on the shelves.

"Tah Tah, gals. Oh and Rarity," Poof. A mane brush landed neatly next to a white and purple mass. "Take care of all of their manes. Even I can't approve of this new style they're trying to pull off. Anywhoo~!"

Poof.

Author's Note

No idea what I'm doing. OFF WE GO~

EDIT: fixed some stuff. working on a new chapter