The True Master of Chaos

Fumes rose above the crater of mount Volvack in the east. Its immense size could be seen from miles around. The mountain itself was a symbol to all that saw it; for it was the border between the Ponies land of Equestria and the domain of the dragons, Montara.

The border was established one thousand and five years ago at the end of the Great War of Tartarus, something that many today did not know that had happened. Its secrets are kept hidden by a cloud of deceit made by the few that still knew the truth.

Montara spans thirty thousand square miles past the mountain, ending on the Great Sea. The land is inhospitable for most creatures that are not of dragon blood. A normal pony would die in a matter of minutes from the heat and toxic fumes. The only ones powerful enough are the legendary alicorns or the greatest unicorn mages, and only then because their magic shields them from the danger. Even so, no meer pony had tried to show its face in the last 500 years.

The guardian of the mountain is Volvack himself, the oldest dragon in existence. At three thousand years of age, he is triple the age of the next elder. His two-hundred foot tall golden body is littered in scars from the countless battles he has fought. His right eye had been ripped out of its socket during a battle many years ago; a battle, with a demon.

Volvack was the only dragon alive that remembers the treaty that was made with the ponies to stop the fighting. While neither did not want to quit, they knew it was the only way to end the death. Both sides had to come to an agreement when the creature started to brutally slaughter the members of both sides, and threatened the very existence of life. The dragons and the ponies had to work together to stop the entity that was created during the war before that; the War For The Heavens. This war was only known by four figures alive today, and they wanted it to stay that way.

Now, he watched over the gateway to his land, ensuring the border was protected. A spot in the distance caught his attention. It seemed that a small figure was walking towards his mountain.  Chuckling to himself, he dismissed the spot as a fleck of ash, for the only other reason was a pony, and what one would be insane enough go to his domain?

Nevertheless, he alerted the Draconic guards, for you don’t get to be over three thousand years old by ignoring any threat that might come out.

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Walking slowly, a cloaked figure trots toward the great volcano. A black cape was draped over the tall Stallion’s head, hanging on the neck and the back over his body. His long blue legs cracked the ground beneath him with every step he took. Looking at the nearing mountain, he couldn’t help but grin.

It has been six years since he had returned to this world. Once returning from the moon, and freed himself from the body he was stuck with, he had discovered a slight problem with his plans. During the final battle before being banished to the moon 1000 years ago, a unicorn had absorbed half of his power and sealed it within his own soul. After he died, he took that power with him.

Although he could face Luna and Celestia and defeat them, he would have to deal with the elements of harmony at the same time. Normally he would have laughed at such an easy challenge, but with his power lower than before, he did not want to take that risk.

He had already tested the powers of the elements 5 years ago, when he released his personal spirit on Equestria, and had failed. He now knew there was one way to take full control of this world, and he would make sure he caused personal pain to the princesses. Their pain wouldn’t affect his plan, but at least it would make him feel better.

For the last five years, he had searched for personal artifacts that were taken from him when he had fought the Great King and Volvack over 1500 years ago. These items he developed were able to give him an ultimate power, which no other creature could ever obtain. He had used the effects of two of the pieces, but was never able to test the thirds power.

Traveling across the land, he had already found two of the divided pieces. He now walked to find the final piece.

Once he reached the base of the mountain, he was stopped by two dragons, each over thirty feet tall. They both wore silver platinum armor over their bodies, their back spikes coming through the openings made down the spine. The left one walked up to the strange pony and unclenched his forehands, revealing the black, curved claws twitching to kill,

“what are you doing here? This land is forbidden.”, bellowed the guard.

The cloak creature only responded with a slow chuckle. He didn’t even lift his head to the dragon.

The second dragon walked over to the stranger, “Seeing that you are still alive in this land shows that you have some magical talent,” the dragon then licked his brown lips, “I bet you taste good too.” The two dragons guffawed in unison as they closed in on the still figure.

A gray glow began to show through the hood of the cloak, its cast shot out quickly and wrapping itself around the neck of the dragon on the right. Before the guard had time to struggle, the aura pulled back, snapping the dragon’s neck like a stick.

The chuckles turned into laughter.

The dragon’s partner was shocked by the speed of the attack. He stepped back and belched out a wall of blue fire that engulfed the draped invader. He sighed inwardly when he saw the figure had no chance of escaping. Suddenly, his fire was stopped by a wall of black energy. Then, as soon as the fire was quenched, the energy was changed into the form of a club, which was then used to smash the dragon. The impact threw the dragon backwards and nearly ripped off one of his wings.

The laughter continued.

As the guard landed, splitting the rock that he landed on, he tried to crawl away from the approaching alicorn. “what- what are you?”

“Your end.” a voice whispered.

The silver eyes below the hood began to glow as they stared into the drakes own eyes. The dragon suddenly felt an immense pressure building up in his head. His claws began clutching his head as the pain grew and grew. He could feel his brain stretching against the inside of his skull. The last thing he heard before his head exploded  was the cracking of his skull and the demonic laughter of his murderer.

SPLAT!

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Volvack cringed as he saw what happened to his two guards. He had heard the guard’s head exploding even from his vantage point. Anger roared in his head, blocking out all other thoughts as he ran towards the edge of his cliff. Opening his enormous wings, he jumped off his perch and fell to the ground. falling through the sky, he could hear wind whistling through the many small holes in his wings. When he did hit the ground, the impact left a crater fifty feet in diameter twenty in depth.

The alicorn now looked up to the gargantuan in front of him. Happy to see his target had come straight to him, his long, lion like tail flicked left and right to his sides. His sinister voice slipped through his lips, “Hello Volvack, how have you been keeping?”

The dragon’s eyes perked up when the alicorn called him by name. His raspy voice answered back, “You know who I am?”

“How long has it been since we met; 1500 years? He he, time has not been kind to your body I see.”

“Who are you and what are you doing in my land? Answer before I kill you!”

The alicorn flipped his head back, allowing the hood to fall down his neck. His Curved horn sat menacingly on his forehead. His eyelids slowly opened, revealing the solid silver eyes. He stepped towards the dragon, “Don’t you remember who took that eye of yours?” he asked, in the tone of an old friend asking whether he was remembered.

Volvack’s heart nearly failed when the images came back to him. He remembered that fight many years ago, when he was shot from the sky, and that blue monster walked over to him, and gored his eye out with his demonic horn. He could barely speak as he tried to step back, “it-it can’t be!” He scooted back until he hit the base of the mountain, “you’re-you’re-”

“It seems my name is still too great to be spoken by those who remember it.” The creature chuckled.

“No… you’re dead! The Great King killed you!”

“Please, dead is such a harsh term. Although, technically, I was dead.”

The dragon sat confused, “what are you talking about?”

The alicorn seemed annoyed now from all the questions, his cheery demeanor lessening. “I am not wasting my time explaining to an overgrown slug. Now, I want what belongs to me.”

Volvack heart began racing, knowing exactly what the creature wanted, “I-I don’t know what you-”

“SHUT UP!” the alicorn’s voice bellowed, “I have gone across these lands for years! I want my gem!”

Volvack tried to keep his composure, “I don’t have it. Nobody knows where it is.”

“Do you think that I am that stupid? It harbors my magic; I can sense where it is. And...” he smiled at the small scar on the dragon’s chest, “I can see it next to your heart. Extracting it will be fun.”

The panic in Volvack spiked; he reached up and placed his claws over the scar. It was where he promised to store one of the legendary weapons for safe keeping. He knew what would happen if he did not stop the monster right now.

Standing up Volvack opened his mouth and blasted a fireball that raced towards his foe. For the first time, the alicorn moved to dodge the attack. Volvack was surprised by this action. Even though his fire was much stronger than any dragon's, his opponent never tried to dodge attacks like this.

Although he was strong, the cloaked alicorn knew he couldn’t withstand a full blast from Volvack yet. Looking up, his horn began charging up for an attack.

BOOOM!

An enormous black beam shot from the horn and sped towards the dragon. Volvack jumped out of the way at the last second. He crashed onto his side, and looked at the mountain where the beam had hit. There was a large crater in place of the various boulders.

Getting up again, Volvack raised his arm and brought it down on top of the alicorn, who in turn formed a dark energy shield around himself. The alicorns’ shield strained under the weight of the giant. The alicorn winced, forgetting how powerful the dragon was when they last fought.

Volvack smiled after seeing this, "It seems that you have grown weak in your absence, while I have only grown stronger!"

“I am not the weak one. I will prove this right now. You will die a painful death, Volvack!”

“The only thing strong about you is your cliches!” The dragon replied, before glaring down at his opponent. "I am the only dragon alive today who even knows the truth of the past. I have kept those wars hidden from my kind, and I will make sure they do not know of the monster that you are, or what you did to both me and the pony race!" He brought down another arm, causing a crack to spread over the top of the shield.

Seeing his chance, Volvack raised both arms over his head, “Now die!”. He brought his arms down.

“I already have. Now it’s your turn.”

The moment before the drakes’ arms touched the shield, a gray cloud of smoke appeared as the alicorn teleported. Fearful once again, Volvack scanned around looking for his opponent. He never noticed the shadow falling directly over him.

POP!

Volvack’s eyes shot open in pain as he felt something rip through the left side of his chest. Gallons of blood began pouring onto to the ground below him. Falling with the flow was a dark shape that landed on the rocky bed with a wet splash. Standing up, the alicorn was stained crimson red, clutching a black gem within his mouth.

Volvack clutched the hole, trying to cover where his visible heart struggled to beat. His giant claws slowed the flow of blood, but he knew it was too late. He collapsed on the ground, waiting for the end. It did not come. With an effort, he looked up at the hole where his heart should be. It was covered with a dark energy, stopping the blood from running out, giving him a few extra minutes of life.

The mountain rang with laughter. The alicorn walked up to the dragons good eye, pausing only to lick the gem clean. “I will tell you one thing though. Everything you worked for, all of it, will be ripped to the ground. All the ones that you know, loved or hated, will spend their lives in eternal pain.” The alicorn held his horn over Volvack’s eyes. “But don’t worry, you won’t be able to see that, or to stop it happening. You will be dead. Goodbye, Volvack. When I kill your friends, I’ll think of you.” He brought his horn down.

Now, there were only two in his way.

The alicorn smiled as he walked back towards the land of ponies. He would enjoy killing all the dragons, but he knew that he did not have the power to fight all of the drakes yet; the time for that, was later. He slipped the jewel in the side of his robe. He had all of the items that he needed.

“Finally, my search is nearing its end.” He now had one more stop to make; the Royal Canterlot gardens to meet up with a certain creature.

Continuing to walk, he glanced back at Mount Volvack, and back forward. He then started to think to himself. “Ponies and dragons will work together again to face me.” He looked backwards as something on his left side started moving beneath the cape. From underneath the cloth rose a long wing with no feathers, but instead had long bones with thin membrane connecting the extended fingers. It was the wing of a dragon.

He smiled once again, “I guess I will have to kill both of my kind.”

Editing thanks to GildedPenn.