Rewrite the Stars

Rachel had no clue where she and Sombra ended up, somewhere deep, deep inside her mind. This colosseum looked a tad bit similar to when she was completing one of her trials back at the Dragon Lands, but it wasn't the same. The markings on the walls were much older than the ones in Equestria, the statue columns were of large carved warrior dragons supporting the ceiling. It looked like they were underground somewhere.

The woman sitting on the throne, watching the two in silence as the blue eye of the staff was focusing on Rachel herself.

The tyrant had no idea what was going on either, but it brought a smile to his face. "You my dear, just became more interesting,”

He suddenly turned into his shadow form and lunged at her. Rachel reacted by raising the sword up and clashing into him. Seeing a shadowy sword slid in place of his hands.

A force rammed into her stomach and Rachel stumbled backward. She quickly recomposed herself just in time to see Sombra driving his weapon down at her. She jumped out of the way just in time for the sword to hit the ground and jumped back more when Sombra slashed at her.

Swords clashed, emotions ran high as Rachel danced around the tyrant. Rachel wasn’t much experienced with sword fighting. Her weapon skills were mainly her bow and arrows and occasionally fists, but when her own mind was at stake, she’ll fight this tyrant until she cannot anymore.

If there’s one thing Rachel has got, it’s her footwork. She had always been fast on her feet, dancing around much bigger creatures. Each time Sombra strikes, she would raise her sword up.

When Rachel misstepped, she felt the shadowy blade slashed into her arm, feeling the blade against her flesh, blood began seeping down her black gloves.

As she was distracted for a brief second with her arm, Sombra came at her again, Rachel barely had time to move, the edge of the blade sliced her cheek, feeling the hot blood running down her face before being kicked to the side of her head.

It knocked Rachel to the ground, knocking the sword from her hands. It clattered on the floor just her reach.

Shaking her head, she reached up and grabbed the sword, just in time to hear the tyrant coming at her. She twisted her body around and blocked the blade with hers. Rachel gritted her teeth as Sombra pressed into the swords, trying her best to not let it touch her. She raised her legs, grabbing his arm with one hand, she got underneath Sombra and flung him forward off of her.

Rachel got on her feet and jumped at him, thrusting her arm forward, the tip of the sword impaling him in the shoulder before slashing it away.

Sombra let out a laugh. “You think you got what it takes to stop me?” He says as the stab wound healed. With a snap of his fingers, he split himself into multiple versions of himself.

All at once, they attacked her. Rachel swung and slashed, blocked and danced as fast as she could, but with many Sombras attacking her all at once, their weapons eventually hit her. Multiple slashes across her body, along her arms, back, legs, too fast too quick for her to keep track.

The woman on the throne continued to watch the event, crossing her legs and leaned back.

Eventually, the sword was knocked out of Rachel’s hands and a couple of them grabbed her arms, kicking her legs out from underneath her, causing her to fall to her knees, restraining her.

“We are in your mind, but this is my domain.” The real Sombra said as he walked up to her. “You think you can resist but you won’t last. While only a few minutes have passed in the real world, I can make this place feel like an eternity.”

The woman twisted the staff in her hands, the pupil of the blue crystal widened. This soft blue light illuminated, creating an aura of magic.

“You will fail.” Sombra continued, grabbing Rachel’s face and forced her to look up at him.

Her body then suddenly began to pulse in the same blue glow, her eyes glowing gold. When she snarled, she tasted a rather familiar taste in her mouth, a light illuminating down her gullet..

“NO” Rachel roared, a large concentrated burst of fire shot out of her mouth and shot at him.

Sombra let out a surprised shout as he was blasted back.

The fire extended out, moving on its own, it circled around the arena. The clones of Sombra shrieked and hollered as the bright blue flames began consuming them. When the smaller fires died, it left scorched marks in their wake. While the much larger flames created a sort of the fire cage for Sombra and Rachel.

After a few heart pounding moments, Rachel slouched forward, running out of fumes to breathe more, hands bracing her so she wouldn’t fully collapse in the sand.

Sombra grunted before he felt a burning sensation. He looks down, he sees his arm was engulfed in flames. He rapidly patted and waved the arm to get the fire out.

Once the fire was out, he turned his head up and glared at the woman. He tried using his magic to wave her away, to change this setting into something else. However, he found that he was unable to change anything. He tried to do it again and again but nothing happened.

This had never happened before.

He hummed before he disappeared from the girl’s mind.

Sombra stepped back from the unconscious girl. Rachel was still chained up, her head hung low. “She’s worth studying.” He muttered, raising a hand to rub his arm and winced and grunted. He raised his arm up and his eyes widened.

His arm was burnt. From the hand to the forearm was deeply dark with a few pink spots of exposed muscles.

“Interesting.” Sombra flexed his hand as the skin began to regenerate. He turned and began walking out of the cell.

Then he began seeing his shadow growing, a blue light shined from behind him. The tyrant turned his head around with wide eyes. “What??”

Rachel’s whole body was consumed in fire!!

Back inside her mind, Rachel pants, forcing herself to stand up in the sand. Watching the fire circled around her. She shifted her gaze forward and noticed a figure approaching the flames.

Stepping through like it was nothing was the woman that was on the throne. The fire slipped past her as if she was stepping through a curtain. Rachel froze when the woman stopped right in front of her.

The woman looked suspiciously like Rachel herself. The raven black hair was tied up and the bangs hung away from her face. Though the black markings masking her eyes, she could see similarities of herself. This woman was her!

“Who or what are you?” Rachel asked.

Was this really another trick elaborated by Sombra?

“We are running out of time.” The woman spoke, her voice was heavy. The accent was familiar to her, ancient but familiar nonetheless. She raised her gauntlet hand, long black claws reached out and touched her heart.

Instantly, this energy erupted in Rachel’s chest, taking every last breath she had out of her lungs.

“AWAKE!”

This huge echoing roar shook inside the cell, the chains began glowing red from the flames. The walls and ceiling began shaking, the chains groaned and shook as the red hot metal snapped under pressure and the body lunged forward on all fours.

The flames dispersed as a feral snarl escaped from her lips as the world around her was in a shade of red.

Sombra shuffled back when he saw the creature in front of him had changed. Her nose and mouth extended out in shape of round looking muzzle, tiny spikes were on the end of her jaw, two horns grew from her hairline, going over her head and the pointed tips pointed up to the sky. Large furred covered draconic wings were furled closed, the back of her sweatshirt ripped to expose the wings, her long tail flickered back and forth, the tip of the tail itself had a light brown tuft of fur paintbrush like. Her blonde hair had colorful streaks but were darkened to match the pure rage Rachel was feeling. Her feet weren’t really draconic, having cloven-like hooves with two large brown talons attached to them.

The transformation was complete.

The furred dragoness lunged at Sombra, claws extended out.

Sombra turned into shadow and shadow stepped through the cell doors just when she landed before darting through the door. As his thoughts went to thinking the door could hold her, she began ramming herself against it.

Took three slams before the cell burst open and she lept out.

Alarmed, Sombra teleports ahead of her, horning glowing red and a portal opened. Stepping out were the red and white cladded armor guards of the White Mantle. Their eyes are green with flowing purple mist flowing at the corners..

“Kill her.” Sombra ordered before disappearing.

The White Mantle raised their weapons and threw themselves at the raging she-beast.

Twilight flew as hard as she could to the burning town. She stopped as she gazed in horror seeing nothing but green flames burning buildings to ash. Hearing sounds of ponies cry in pain and scream in agony as the terrifying large Spike wrecks everything he can in sight.

“Spike.” Twilight whispered in tears as the purple dragon blew flames out of his mouth.

“Twilight!” Starlight screeched as she flew up to her, via magical levitation. She flew up to her and grabbed the Princess by the shoulders. “Twilight, hey, can you hear me?” She shook her to try and get the princess to react but she seemed to be in a trance.

“How do we stop him?” Twilight asked in a shaken voice.

“I don’t know, but we can do this together. Remember, he needs our help, more than ever.” Starlight said before looking at the damage, her ears fell flat as she saw the onslaught.

“Getting him to calm down might be the only way. Without Rachel here to do the job, we’re sitting ducks.”

Starlight shook her head. “Try talking to him. You’re his sister. You hatched him for Celestia sakes, you can get through to him. The girls and I will try and do damage control.”

Twilight shook her head. “I-I-I don’t know i-i-if it’ll wah-work. I-I-I muh-messed up so bad with him,I~” Starlight stopped her with a slap to the face.

“Get it together, sister!” Starlight snapped as Spike let out another ear-piercing roar.

The Princess gulped before teleporting midair. She reappeared just a mere feet from him, just able to swerve his tail as the dragon slapped it down on a building.

“SPIKE!” Twilight called out to him.

At first, the behemoth wasn’t paying attention as he began moving towards Canterlot.

Twilight quickly flew to where he could see her. Becoming very, very small in comparison. “SPIKE!!” she screamed at him again.

This time, the dragon did stop, his eyes shifted to look at the tiny grape of the Princess.

“Spike! I know you’re in there! I know you’re hurting, but we can help you.” She called out.

Rainbow Dash, AJ, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy arrived at the town. Starlight informed them of the situation and the girls informed what the Sister Princesses had planned for Spike.

“Spike, I’m sorry for all the pain you’re feeling, I’m sorry for not taking you into consideration, I’m the worst sister ever.” Twilight pants “I love you, that has never changed and it never will. We can get past all of this, just please stop!”

As soon as she said stop, his large hand came up and smacked Twilight as hard as he could, sending her flying and crashing into a nearby building.

“TWILIGHT!” the girls screamed.

Spike continued to move, flapping his large wings up in the air and flew towards his next target: Canterlot.

Where the Sister Princesses lay a trap for him ready.

Back at the chateau, escaping through the dark maze of the dungeons, Rachel lay many bodies at her wake. The guards being used as cannon fodder thrown at her, her newly found strength, razor sharp claws and teeth, along with fires shooting out of her mouth, bodies were everywhere.

Blood soaking her clothes as she raced through the halls.

She turns a corner before hearing somepony calling out.

“Hey! Hey, is anypony there??” A male voice called out. “I’m in here!”

Rachel tilted her head to the side as she followed the shouting. Wondering past several empty cells until she came to one that wasn’t empty.

Inside was a pale white unicorn with short dark brown mane and a goatee. Wearing a rather tattered red and black silk clothes, chained up to the wall with black crystals embedded in his horn.

Chancellor Neighsay.