Dark Spectrum

(WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This chapter has some very graphic content that may be unsettling or disturbing to some. If you are not comfortable with scenes of gore or young children being hurt and/or being scarred for life, I recommend you let somebody else who is okay with the things listed above to read it and then tell you what happens. Readers discretion is advised.)

Halfway down the path, on my way to Ponyville, the moon finally comes up. I look up at the night sky, a brilliant sight. The stars surround a crescent moon, illuminating the sky ever so slightly, just enough to balance out the darkness. This is why I always preferred night, as the light never was blocking out the darkness, but simply allowing it to be there. At night, at least the sky was in balance.

I look around, enjoying my slow walk over to the settlement, absorbing the scenery. The land is placid and tranquil, with luscious grass with the occasional patch of flower, each different than the last. I wish all moments were like this, when I can put the worries of the world away for a time. Sadly, the world always comes back, and sucks me in into its maw, forcing me to suffer with the daily pain and toil.

While enjoying my walk, a massive headache surfaces, forcing me to fall on the ground. I hold my hooves up to my head, waiting for the pain to go away. It seems that in my last confrontation, I used a bit too much energy. I slowly get up, and shake my head. Luckily, the pain quickly went away. For the rest of the walk, I need to relax, to regain my energy.

“Show them your true power.” a voice in my head echoes.

I turn my head to look at Puff, who is comfortably resting in my main. All that is visible are its shut eyes, indicating that Puff is deep asleep. Puff always likes to sleep in my mane, a way of recharging while staying close to me. I never mind, really, as I don’t even know Puff’s there most of the time.

I look around, trying to figure out where that sound came from. However, doing this is a fruitless effort, as I know that the voice originated from inside my mind. I decide to simply ignore it as of now, as it poses no real threat at the moment.

Losing track of the time, I suddenly find myself outside of Ponyville. The place looks deserted: the streets are empty, there are no lights in the buildings, if it were not for the cleanliness of the place, I would think it empty. I enter the town, preparing myself for what I must do. I start my walk to the town square, where I am certain everypony is gathered.

Walking down the streets of this town, dark memories start to resurface. I’ve only been in a “civilized” area before, and that was when I was escaping Canterlot. I remember running through towns much like this before, trying to hide myself from everypony that came across me. These places remind me of the confusion and frustration I felt during that time, something I hoped I would never have to experience again.

Looking around the corner of a building, I can see the town hall. It is a large building, clearly standing out from the rest of them. However, it does not try to overshadow them, and is only just big enough to stand out. In the front of the building is a wooden platform, with a podium centered on it. At the podium is a brown mare with a gray mane and glasses, who I can only assume is the ruler of this place. Gathered at the foot of the platform are a ton of ponies, clamoring around in a disorganized fashion, all trying to figure out what is going on. The noise from them is deafening, all their voices sounding off at the same time is completely irritating to me. The pony at the podium is trying to calm them down, with no prevail.

“Alright everypony, calm down, or we’ll never find out what is going on! Now, who knows anything about what is going on.” the pony on the platform says.

I step out from cover of the building, and stand out in the open. I stand away from the back of the crowd, making sure not to be swept up in the chaos. I use a spell to launch a flare of dark energy into the air. It flies into the night sky, and explodes into a wide array of purple sparkles. The explosion causes a tremendous noise, immediately attracting all attention to me.

“I know what’s going on, and I would be happy to tell you, if you all calm down.” I say.

Everypony immediately freezes, as if time itself stopped.

“Well, get up here.” the pony manning the podium says.

I slowly walk through the crowd. As I move, they provide a path, moving out of my way as I pass. I can hear whispered words amongst them, no doubt they are wondering who I am. They’ll know soon enough who I am, and exactly what I can do. I reach one side of the platform, and step up to it. When I reach the platform, the mare at it moves away, allowing me to take position at it. I gaze off into the crowd, as they all stare at me, anxiously.

“Thank you, miss...” I say, looking at the brown pony off to the side of me.

“I’m Mayor Mare.” they mayor says to me.

“Alright. Now, for what is going on.” I say to the crowd, with confidence in my voice. “I’ll skip all the riddles and stalling, and give it to you straight. I have defeated Celestia, and have taken away her magical abilities.”

Worry and panic sweeps the crowd, engulfing them all in fear and uncertainty.

“Why should we believe you, we don’t even know you!” says somepony in the crowd. The crowd agrees, as can be heard in the tone of their mumbling.

“Well,” I say. “Look at the sky. One minute, the sun was high, and now, the moon is in its place. Also...” I say. I lift away my mane from my body, revealing blood. “This is the blood of Celestia, who I just recently defeated, and now she is almost certainly going to die.”

At this point, the crowd is in full panic. There is no more order, there is only chaos. The crowd moves amongst each other in a frenzy of confused movements. The crowd is yelling, and screaming.

“Quiet, all of you.” I yell into the crowd. This seems to do the trick, as they all stop and look at me.

“Now, since I have defeated Celestia, this leaves you all vulnerable, and thus I am declaring that I shall now be mayor of this town. If anybody has questions, please ask them now.”

“Yes, I have one” a voice from the crowd says. Looking at the crowd, I see a small unicorn filly, standing out from the crowd. Her mane is curled at the ends, being half purple and half pink. Her eyes are green and wide, the most noticeable feature on her white body. She has no cutie mark, signaling to me that she is quite young. She stares directly at me, her eyes wide and open, almost staring inside of me. “What makes you think we’ll listen to you?! You obviously aren’t nice, and we still have Princess Luna. Another thing, this town already has a leader, our mayor, who is a nice and caring leader.”

The crowd becomes quiet, as she continues to stare at me. I am shocked by this. A small child is telling me off! She must either be brave, or have a death wish. Either way, I’m not sure what I’m going to do. I mean, she’s just a kid.

“Remember, no mercy. She took everything from you, you do the same to her” the voice says.

“Well, that’s a very good question. What did you say your name was again?” I ask her.

“My name’s Sweetie Belle!” She says, proud and brave.

“Well, Sweetie Belle, I’ll show you” I say.

I focus my energy to my horn, reluctantly.

(remember)

My horn starts to glow black, as the energy flows to the tip.

(Remember!)

I point my horn to the child, and close my eyes. I don’t want to see what happens next.

(REMEMBER!!!)

I open my eyes wide, and stare into hers. I release my energy, and a beam of black light flies straight to her. Some ponies try to block it, but it is too late. It hits her right in the head, and passes right through. She is left seemingly unharmed. There are no wounds, and she looks okay. Everyone crowds around her, trying to see if she is okay. They all let out a sigh of relief. She steps out of the crowd again, to face me.

“I’m confused, what was that supposed to accomplish?” Sweetie Belle says, confused.

“It starts now.” I whisper. I stare at her, ready to see the what I have done. I smile.

She falls to the ground, and holds her hooves to her head. the headache starts. I can see her squirming around, gasping for air as her head screams in pain. She screams for help, and everypony gathers too her, trying to help her. There is nothing they can do for her now, it is already too late. I watch as something pounds on her skull from inside her head, causing a bump on her forehead to surface. Her head starts to shake, and expand. It grows, and grows, and grows, as she screams for help. The last thing I hear from her, is her screaming “RARITY!!!” Her head bursts, pieces of flesh flying everywhere. A Blood splash over the crowd and her brain is laid out across the ground. The crowd is in awe, terrified, confused, angry, and unsettled. Parents with their kids cover their eyes, not wanting them to see the scene before them. Looking at her body, I see her neck, with severed veins and arteries poking out, spraying whatever blood is left out of the body. They surround her severed spine, sticking out from her neck. It’s satisfying to see such a sight. But why?

“Sweetie Belle!!” two voices from the back of the crowd yell. Two young fillies push through the crowd and head to the body. They both do not have a cutie mark, and are about the same size and age of the diseased filly before them. Possibly they were friends? Not that it matters now. One is a pegasus and one is a regular pony. The regular pony is yellow, with orange eyes, and a red mane and tail. Her mane is tipped with a large pink bow. The pegasus is orange with purple eyes and a pink mane. Her wings are small, making it quite clear that she cannot fly yet. They are both crying, tears running down their faces.

“Why would you do such a thing!” the young pegasus yells.

“She asked a question, I answered it. Now, does anypony else want to be a martyr and try to stop me.

There is silence amongst the crowd, as to be expected. I mean, I can barely stomach what I just did. (Yes you can, you pathetic mortal)

“In that case, Mayor?” I say, turning to face the mayor, who is just as distraught as everypony else.

“I... I... decree that... “ The mayor says.

“My name is Black Moon.” I say, surprisingly untouched by current events.

“Al... Alright.... Black Moon is... is... now in charge of Ponyville.” She says.

“Thank you, ex-mayor. Now, for what I plan to do.”

Using my magic, I use my horn, and dark magic shoots up into the night sky. It falls to the ground, seeping into the soil. All is calm, until bony hooves shoot out of the ground. All over the place, around the town square, even in the crowd, skeletons of long dead ponies come out of the ground. They crawl out of their holes, and stand in place. The ones around the crowd circle around them. People in the crowd stay close, some hugging. I since fear in all of them, which means I am truly in power.

“I plan on taking over Equestria, and all of you are going to help me. Let’s get you all to work, shall we.” I say, with a demonic grin smacked on my face. I can’t believe it, but I am exited. With this new town helping me, I will soon be unstoppable.

“You are doing well, my friend” says the voice in my head. “Now, mortal, continue on your path. There is a lot more to be done.”