Chrystal Mirror

If one were to journey north, they would find the snow and chill. If one would journey farther north they would find more ice than they could possible imagine. Yet, if they would go far enough there is one place. From a distance it would appear as a bubble. In side the bubble beyond the tall black crystal walls there is not snow or ice, but instead trees and grass and ponies thrive.

The palace and wall of this nation are all made of a black crystal, which was draped over with all sorts banners and decorations to add some color to the otherwise bland exterior. From the stairs of this palace descends a large black horse. He wears a silver crown upon his head and a red cape cloak. As stiff as his cape appears for mane and tail flows as if not even attached. In full armor he walks out towards the wall.

All the ponies around him cheer praises as he marches forward. Several young fillies run up to him. They give him flower and photos. He hugs them and smiles before continuing. Once at the wall he watches all day, casting spells to reinforce the boarders against the wind and the storms.

At the days conclusion, long after most are asleep he leaves the wall to the guards and returns to castle. For a few more hours he sits in the throne room mediating the conflicts of those under his rule and giving justice therefore. Behind him hung the children's doodles, depicting Sombra the hero. Sombra slays cutie marks and defeats the nasty white queen.

He would then get a few hours of rest, too short to dream. This night was different. It did not take more five minutes to be disturbed. One of his finest guards flew through the door, skidding across the floor.

"Sombra", whispered the guard before falling limp. The king rushed to him guards side. It was pointless the guard was gone.

A deep blue mare walked forth appear several times the size of the average pony. It had eyes which almost looked kind and a mane that flowed behind her almost like the night sky. She had the wings of pegasus and the horn of a unicorn. There was no mistaking this alicorn. She was indeed the Princes Luna.

"We greet thee," a voice boomed echoing across the wall without origin.

Sombra turned to face the threat, his eyes read for battle. His one shadow became seven. In the blink of an eye each of the seven shadows approached the mere for seven directions. But, these were nothing to Luna. She advanced, shattered them on contact.

"We art the dark and the night, thou defeat me with shadows." She continued to approach, now towering well over him. The room fell away. It was just him and her.

Sombra braced ready for melee.

"Becometh my vassal." Luna advanced.

"Never" said Sombra, a pony of few words.

"I art not my sister. She wouldst have just burn your entire kingdom. I offer thee protection from her."

"Never" Sombra repeated.

"Very well," Luna dipped and in a moment was gone.