The Chronicles of Light II: An amulet, a matrix, and a certain blue box.

A month after the Friendship Games Rematch.

Nebulon was sitting in his throne room alone, not even guards were in there, because he did not require any, anyone foolish enough to try to assassinate him would be killed in a matter of seconds, but Nebulon would make feel like a millennia's worth of pain, only those he summons were allowed in, and even then it was only a brief period of time.

It shared a similar design the one king Sombra had in his reign of the Crystal Empire.

Except made for bipeds instead of Ponies and on a dimension and time traveling cruiser instead of a crystal castle. The throne itself looked liked it was made of black crystals that looked like Sombra's, in reality, it was made of an ancient metal called Godanium. The ship, his Spear, armor, and his brother's sword and armor were also made of it. And it is a minor reason why the Cinnigaran civil war started. The true reason for the war was seeking out the Pandorax power.

But Nebulon was not here to revel in the greatness of the True First Civilization.

Nebulon is here awaiting one of The Horsemen Generals. Yes. As in the bringers of the apocalypse. But, they are also Nebulon's most trusted generals. And there are more than four. There are six exactly, formerly eight. They are Nebulon's response to The Council Of Light.

The Council Of Shadow was just a grunt squad. And failed one at that, they are lucky that Nebulon did not punish them.

Then the giant blood redwood, (Godanium, you can literally make it look like anything you want it to), twin doors opened, revealing a woman with dark maroon skin, her hair was a lighter contrast, she had emerald eyes, and a long scar over the right one. She wore silver armor with the Storm King's sigil on it, and a black cape. That pathetic excuse for a warlord did not even put up a fight when Nebulon went to his palace in Saddle Arabia, for he knew of Nebulon from brief encounters with the Darkness Blighter cults on Earth, and knew what it meant to not be in his fold and for him to grace you with his presence if his brother or host does not live in your governing area, or if he is not there to recruit you. It means a slow death, and him stealing something of value to him.

His Storm guards found him dead the next morning, and his top general gone.

"You summoned me, milord." The woman said walking towards the throne with calm haste and bowing slowly.

"Tempest Shadow." Nebulon said. "The COS has failed and my brother has risen from the grave. I need you to go to Earth, find the host, split the Mane 7 apart, and bring the host to me!"

"I will see it done, Milord." Tempest Shadow said calmly, even though a part of her was afraid. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Nebulon said frowning.

"What is it, Milord?" Tempest Shadow asked looking up.

"I've merged Trollhunters and Transformers to His universes, as well as Doctor Who, careful, Daleks, Gumm-Gumms, and Decepticons have a.....rocky allyship with us, especially since they always try to kill us if we try to interfere with them. Or us, them." Nebulon said slightly snickering.

"Yes, Milord." Tempest Shadow replied quickly. "Heil Dakar."

"Heil Dakar." Nebulon answered swiftly, then he waved his right hand, telling Tempest to get up and go.

Tempest complied hastily and left.

"What are you planning, Marc Wayne Kurtzman?" Nebulon said to himself as he pulled up a holo picture of a boy. This boy had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. His skin was Caucasian. His face had two or three pimples on it. The name in bold floating next to the picture read:

MARC WAYNE KURTZMAN
THREAT LEVEL: ALPHA/OMEGA
AGE: UNKNOWN
DATE OF BIRTH: UNKNOWN
CURRENT ADDRESS: UNKNOWN
MAGIC LEVEL: N/A
PREFERRED WEAPON: SWORD
ATTACK ON SIGHT

Marc woke up with a start as he was woken up by a constant, annoying beeping. He turned to his LEGO Batman movie clock resting on his head bored and pressed the head, turning it off tiredly.

"Stupid clock," Marc said grumbling. Then he saw the time and mentally cursed himself.

Then got up with tired haste, took off his Darth Vader PJ's and put on his blue jeans, brown leather belt with a golden buckle, white socks, and dark green polo. Then he walked out of his dimly lit room and went into the house's mudroom. It had a slightly tacky leather carpet. There was a shabby wooden chair with one leg duck taped next to a black two-door end table, on it was a basket for keys and a lamp that was turned on. On the wall opposite Marc's room's door were two shoe trays and a brown trench coat hanging on a command hook.

Marc got his blue shoes from the left tray, whacked them together to make sure there was nothing living inside of them, after that he put them on and went to the living room.

Once there, he pivoted and went into the kitchen to prep breakfast, or breaky as Marc referred to it. He quickly got two waffles from the freezer and put them in the toaster oven and set it to 'half toast.'

While the toaster oven was ticking, Marc got bored and went to the living room, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.

"Let's see what crap is on today." Marc thought aloud.

The announcer on it said, "And now we take you back to the My Little Pony marathon."

"Cool." Marc said as the theme song played as Marc did his best to sing along."My Little Pony, My Little Pony."

Then the toaster oven dinged catching Marc's attention. Marc walked over to it still humming along to the song.

He set the waffles onto an aquamarine plate, he got a napkin, a silver fork, and butter knife, he poured himself some apple juice and sat down on the kitchen table and ate silently.

After that, he quickly put the dishes in the sink.

He walked into the mudroom, strapped on his wrist blades under his shirt and put on the trench coat. Then he grabbed a gray baseball cap that had a red A inside of a circle of the same color.

"Allons-y," Marc said to himself as he walked outside.

As he walked along, he pulled out his cell phone, then a random thought occurred to him.

"I kinda look like Aiden Peirce from Watch_Dogs." Marc thought. "Or Peirce Network from Bloodlines. Only I don't monologue, much."

Then he caught a bus and went to Canterlot. Ready to start the day.

After the Friendship games rematch in my last story, he could not wait to see the Mane 7 or Velvet.

When he got to CHS, he was greeted by the girls who were waiting by the statue base.

They noticed him coming over and greeted him.

"Hey, Marc," Sci-Twi said.

"Hi, Twi," Marc said. "Ready to start the day?"

"Yes." They all said as they all walked inside.