A Changeling Attends a Party

by Lux Tenebris

Rating: teen
Tags: Changelings, Original Character, Comedy, Random, Sex, Anthology, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Death, Alternate Universe
Length: 8415

Mute and Zarathon attends their very own 'welcome-to-Ponyville' party. The bakery is now on fire.

The venerable lords of cinders return once more to Ponyville to attend a 'welcome-to-Ponyville' party. Zarathon hopes to announce his vassalization of Ponyville during these favorable circumstances. Mute is there to support his fellow Lord in this quest. However, Ponyville might not be as receptive as Zarathon thought to the idea of having a pebble liege-lord, and neither Mute nor Zarathon can feel the encroaching darkness from the Everfree forest.

(The death tag was added due to the brief mention of death in the story. The sex tag was added due to the mention of lust and suitors. I think at least that is how these tags are meant to be applied due to the content of the story. There is no explicit scene of death or sex in this story.)

Published 2021-12-14 20:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-12-14 20:20:00 UTC

Party

Mute was a Lord. A proper Lord had suits, nice jackets, mansions, large plots of land, servants, and pompous carriages that bore its Lord's family crest. Mute had none of these things. Mute had a patched shirt, a sack of bits, and a pebble. A very talkative pebble.

"Hurry, Mute! I must look presentable for our subjects! How am I to indulge in gossip and passive-aggressive conversation without a hat!"

Mute hurried to the walk-in closet and searched among the rows upon rows on miniature suits, jackets, and hats for something suitable for Zarathon to wear. The pebble in question was placed on a cushioned pedestal in the middle of the room. Mute ran around and looked through the rows upon rows of miniature clothes before he decided on a small top hat and hurriedly placed it on the pebble. He then wrapped a small white and black suit around Zarathon before he finally placed the pebble in a miniature open-air carriage. He attached said carriage to a white rat with a collar around its neck. The collar was filled with runes and the rat's eyes glowed a bright orange. It stood deathly still as if it was frozen in fear, but it showed no stress or anxiety. It just stood motionless on the pedestal.

"Haha! Yes! Look upon my style and flair! The leather band on my hat is real!—"

Mute distinctly remembered that they had procured that fake leather from a reputable store, as real leather was outlawed.

"—The silk from which the insides of the suit is made costs a thousand bits per ten centimeters!—"

Mute did remember that it did cost that much. And that Zarathon had demanded they procure over a meter of the stuff. The bag of bits had gotten considerably lighter afterward...

"—And the carriage was designed by Canterlot's greatest craftsman! Oh, such a master of vehicles and homes alike!"

A designer of toy carriages and dollhouses. The craftsman had been a toy-maker, not that Zarathon had listened to said toy-maker when he tried to explain that fact. Mute had just let his friend believe whatever he wanted to believe. After all, Zarathon was the great lord of cinder, he deserved the best clothes and vehicles for his esteemed service to the ponies of Ponyville and Equestria at large. Furthermore, Mute couldn't tell him. And his grunts and strained hisses (if it was even recognizable as a hiss at this point) often scared the ponies, so it was better to keep quiet and let Zarathon handle all the affairs of the... kingdom? Duchy? Dukedom? It was still unclear, but Mute still smiled with pride at the thought that he was a part of it.

"Mute! Stop daydreaming and put on something nice! We can not be late to such an important event!" Zarathon yelled from his rat-driven carriage.

Mute gestured around at the miniature clothes with a quirked brow. Zarathon did not respond so Mute picked up a small hat and placed it onto his horn. It was way too small and had spikes all over it. He needed something larger, and they had not procured anything in his size during their shopping trip.

"Hum... Yes, that hat is too old, an archaic style too! No, you need something modern and sleek! Grab the beret and shirt from the left corner!"

Mute hurried over to the said corner and found among the clothes a small beige beret and a white shirt with its sleeves folded. The clothes fit in his hoof and he turned around to Zarathon with a confused expression. The beret and shirt would fit him no better than the archaic hat. Though he watched as Zarathon glowed, as the ethereal fire that streamed from his body grew brighter, and suddenly a great heat washed over the room alongside orange particles of magic. Mute coughed and blinked his eyes as his vision slowly returned and he noticed that the items in his hoof had grown in considerable weight. He looked down at a full-sized beret and white shirt with his eyes wide before his stare continued to Zarathon.

"There we go! The spell is more simple than you think. It has the occasional side effect of making the target too big, but such is no problem for a master wizard such as myself! I grant you these better clothes! Now put them on and get me out of the place! Henry the third here can not drag me the entire way himself! There are wild beasts in this wood!" Zarathon said.

Mute smiled and pulled off his old shirt before he pulled on the white one. He balanced on his hind legs and fiddled with the buttons with his front hooves. He grunted as his spine disagreed with the position, but he had little choice. Eventually, Mute let out a frustrated growl and went back down to all fours once more. The changeling looked down at the buttons and frowned. His eyes traveled up to his forehead and he sighed deeply.

"Try, maybe it is better today?" Zarathon said with a hopeful tone.

Mute nodded slowly, unsure if the pebble's words were true and he closed his eyes. He concentrated on his body, on the energy that flowed through it. He imagined that he grabbed that energy and pushed it through his horn. It was like second nature, a breath or a blink. Zarathon could see how the cracks in Mute's horn began to fizzle and spark with green magical energy as the organ was emblazed in arcane power. The cracks glowed ever brighter until Mute gave out a pained cry and fell to the floor. Zarathon watched helplessly from the pedestal as his friend wheezed in pain on the ground and squeezed his horn with both hooves. Mute looked so dejected. The changeling stood up and shook his head.

There had been no improvement.

If the pebble had a face it would have been filled with sympathy, at least Mute assumed it had to be as that was the tone of voice Zarathon used after he'd seen the display. "Well, maybe tomorrow."

Mute nodded slowly and walked over to pick up Zarathon and Henry the third. He placed them on his back and then left the upper left wing of the grand palace. He made his way down the stairs into a living room with a fireplace as well as a shrine. The changeling eyed the shrine for a long moment. It was shaped like a small house on four wooden legs. The inside of the shrine contained the silver necklace that he procured with Zarathon and Incense candles burned on metal plates. He walked up to it and blew out the candles before he bowed his head to the silver spider.

Zarathon seemed interested in the display. "Does this shrine help you hear the great seamstress?"

Mute shook his head in shame. He could not hear anyone anymore.

"Then why would you build a shrine? Would it not suffice to keep the necklace on you?"

Mute picked up a charcoal pen that laid by the shrine with a hoof and crudely wrote a sentence on a piece of paper.

Shrines are for the dead. Not the seamstress. Grand Palace for the seamstress. Shrine for the dead.

"Ah, I see. Condolences for your loss. I would build shrines for my own dead, but I hardly think they care for my carpentry. After all, as a lord of cinder my continued advancement of the realm would be a far more important matter for the dead than my grief. Not that I am terribly sad. A proper lord can reign in such fickle emotions before they hinder his ability to rule. I suggest you do the same, young Mute. We can not dwell on things we can not change," Zarathon said solemnly.

Mute just scoffed in amusement at the idea that Zarathon was above 'fickle' emotions. The pebble had a real temperament when the occasion called for it. But he did nod in agreement at Zarathon's words and walked to the main hall. He passed the trunk of the old oak and ventured outside into the clearing. He locked the door with a large iron key which he placed into his pocket and he began to walk towards Ponyville.

The changeling and pebble never noticed the black oily creature that slithered through the grass behind them. It appeared from the shadow of the building and stayed in said shadow until Mute and Zarathon had left the clearing. Only when it had created some distance between itself and the two lords did it follow.

The sun bathed the Everfree and its surrounding regions with warm rays of light, which Mute could only appreciate with a content smile. The warmth ran through his chitin and he flexed his elytra to soak up as much sun as possible. As he revealed his back a pair of tattered and destroyed wings peaked up, yet they did not move. They waved in the wind like paper. Mute soon closed his elytra as they passed by Zecora's hut. He looked around for the zebra mare, but she was nowhere in sight. Perhaps she had already gone to the party or perhaps she would spend her time gathering herbs instead. Either way Mute pushed on through the thicket until he heard a great roar from his left. The changeling froze at the sound. His ears twitched and his eyes widened. Henry the third stood completely still on the changeling's back, no reaction at all to the sound.

"That was a bear. Likely the same one that visits the yellow pegasus. Push on, we do not have time to fraternize with the local wildlife!"

Mute shook his head and continued the journey until he pushed through the bush and stood on the dirt path next to Fluttershy's house. He looked towards the structure and noticed its owner. She stared down a bear that had a bucket of food in its arms. Mute tilted his head as the bear slowly put down the bucket and many other animals rushed the metal container and dragged it away.

"Now that was not very nice, Harry! I want you to apologize to the others for doing something so naughty," Fluttershy said.

The bear hung its head low and hurried after the other animals. Mute watched it runoff and then slowly approached the yellow pegasus from behind. Her ears flickered as she noticed the sound of his hoof steps and she turned around to see who approached her home. She came face to face with Mute. Fluttershy let out a loud 'eep' and bounced into the air, not unlike a startled cat. She unfolded her wings and hovered in the air for a second. Mute stared at her and then moved his left shoulder to prompt Zarathon to speak.

"My dear subject! There is no need for such trepidation and fear! Mute here is an honorable stallion! Well... He isn't a stallion, he is a changeling warrior. That is not to say he isn't male! He is a prime example of the male sex! Many a suitor have lined up for this fine specimen of a warrior! May I say, even I am sometimes tempted to—"

Mute just covered his face with a foreleg and gave off an embarrassed huff.

Even if Zarathon's presentation of 'the prime example of the male sex' was incoherent after just a few sentences it did seem to calm down the yellow pegasus. She looked more confused than scared as the pebble continued to ramble on. Mute removed his foreleg and gave her an awkward smile, which did seem to make her calm down a little bit more. She landed and eyed the changeling and pebble before her eyes landed on the white rat. She gasped and hurried to Mute's side where she looked over the animal.

"What did you do to the poor thing!? What is this around his neck!?" she said.

"Huh? It is a mere control collar. It allows me to give commands to Henry here. It is a good tool as a rat is normally very skittish and would run away from most things. But by removing his free will I have a loyal steed that will not flee from danger or a common pony! It is a marvelous device is it not? Cost me many bits to get the proper parts and runesmith willing to engrave it," Zarathon said with pride.

The yellow pegasus stared at the pebble in horror. "That is aweful!"

"...Back in the day, we put them on oxen and no one would bat an eye. Now you put it on a rat and everyone loses their damn minds! Even the runesmith was uncertain about it! I keep telling you Mute, the liberal arts mages are corrupting the youth!"

Mute agreed that the liberal arts mages could be blamed for many things. The atrocious art display in the Canterlot royal art museum would forever be seared into his mind. Who thought a soup can, an unwashed soup can, was art? And it had sold for a million bits as well... But despite Mute's many grievances with the liberal arts mages, he was pretty certain they were not involved in the public distaste of robbing sentient and sapient creatures of their free will. Mute was relatively certain that had been frowned upon as well 'back in the day'. Or at least he hoped it had been frowned upon.

"Sir pebble I want you to immediately release this rat! This is cruel!" the pegasus said and stomped her hoof onto the ground.

"Henry here gets to sleep inside, is fed every day, and is released from the spell's effects when I do not need him to drag my carriage. I can assure you, subject, that he is perfectly fine. He has a better life than most rats as my steed and the price he has to pay is not damaging to his psyche in the slightest. At least I don't think it damages the mind. However, I can assure you of the many benefits a rat serving the lords of cinder will receive over its short life, such as rare cheese from the east and safety from cats. We do not allow cats in the grand palace, they will push me of tables and try to eat Mute."¨

Mute shuddered at the word 'cat'. He still remembered the furry fiend they'd met outside the runesmith. That battle had been one for the ages.

Fluttershy did not look entirely convinced of Zarathon's words, but Mute gave her a nod as if to say 'he speaks the truth'.

"Okay... If he is well taken care of I suppose... But I don't like it!" she said.

Zarathon glowed a bit brighter and Henry's collar responded with the same glow. Henry pulled the toy carriage back and forth so it looked like the pebble nodded. "That is fine by me, dear subject. It is important for a Lord to speak on these matters with his people, whether or not they agree with him is irrelevant. Now, shall you attend the glorious feast to Mute and my greatness? We are being welcomed as the rightful lords of this region! Your leader must be very wise."

"Leader? I... I am a bit confused," the pegasus mumbled.

"Confused? About what? This party was organized to welcome our vassalization of Ponyville, was it not? I am your Lord, Zarathon of the western mountains, and I expect all my subjects to attend such a feast."

"Um... Mr. Zarathon I don't think Pinkie's party was meant to do that..." she responded.

"Well, then I will make it so that it does so! Am I not a Lord? Tell me your name subject! I must know all who reside in my domain!" the pebble said.

The pegasus shied away from the loud question and covered half her face with her mane. "It is... Fluttershy..."

Mute blinked and flicked his ears. He had sensitive ears, but not even they managed to pick up what the pegasus had said.

"Ah, Fluttershy then? It is a pleasure to make your acquittance! Now my compatriot and I must be off! This party welcoming our lordship of Ponyville must be attended and I must partake in gossip with the local nobility! I shall see you at the party! Now, go Mute! We can not be late!"

The changeling had adopted his usual lazy stare and daydreamed about sleep when Zarathon suddenly shouted. Mute saluted and hurriedly ran down the dirt path towards Ponyville.

Fluttershy gave them a curious look as they ran off and she then walked back towards her cottage. She let out an 'eep' as she felt something brush against her leg and she looked down to see a black tentacle around her limb She barely had time to scream as something dragged her into the bushes.

Mute and Zarathon were long gone and did not witness the horrifying scene. They crossed the bridge into the town and were met by stares from the ponies that walked the dirt roads. A few pointed to Mute's clothes while the rest just watched in alarm as the changeling barreled past them at speeds not legal in most of the Equestrian counties. But Mute's speed did get them to Sugarcube Corner and they were not late.

No, they were in perfect time to announce their arrival, which meant they were exactly fifteen minutes early. Mute picked up Zarathon's carriage and held it high up high in front of the pastry-covered bakery. Surely this would draw their subjects' attention.

"Pleb— I mean subjects of Ponyville! Your Lord has arrived! I am Zarathon of the western mountains, conquer of beastland, tamer of the Zanerian queen! I have fought countless wars and sat upon a dozen thrones! I have been a king, an emperor, and for a time a local deity for sapient rabbits! I have come to accept your offer of vassalization!" Zarathon shouted.

The ponies that were gathered blinked at the changeling and then looked to the pebble on his hoof. One filly pointed to Zarathon and whispered excitedly to her mother. The mare in question just frowned at the changeling and shook her head. The others that were gathered looked at each other in confusion. Mute sighed and rubbed his forehead. The ponies were not going to accept their new overlord at this rate. How could they be made to understand that Zarathon was their new master?

It was then a pink earth pony peered out from the bakery with an excited gasp. Mute turned around to be met face to face with a creature that he could only describe as pure happiness. He literally could not feel anything but excitement from her. It made his arteries feel clogged.

"OhmygoshIamsohappyyouareherewelcometoPonyville!IamPinkiePieandpleasecomeinsidesowecanstarttheparty!" she said with wide eyes and a grin.

Mute opened his mouth and let out a confused grunt. She had spoken so fast he had not been able to discern what had been said. He lowered Zarathon to be at eye level with the earth pony and hoped his friend could translate.

"I accept your joyful welcome with open hooves, young Pinkie Pie! I am Zarathon and this is my friend and fellow Lord of cinder: Mute! I hope that this feast shall bring all our subjects together, so that all may bask in the glory of the lords of cinder! Yes, if I dare say so myself this feast shall heighten the prestige of all that attends it!"

Ah, so it had been welcome! Mute smiled at the earth pony and nodded enthusiastically. He gave her a friendly grunt and then peered in through the door behind her. Some ponies were already gathered, a stage was set up with some sort of magi-tech equipment, and there were all manners of sweets and drinks dotted about the place. There was no music, but Mute watched as a blue-maned unicorn mare walked up to the magi-tech equipment and fiddled around with some black discs. Her purple glasses looked... modern.

Yes, modern was the right word. Manners were important.

"Well then don't stand out here and wait around! Come inside so we can this party started!" Pinkie said and hurried into the building.

Mute looked to Zarathon and smiled. It seemed this day would at the very least be interesting.

Author's Note

There we go! I decided to split this one into two parts due to its length. I had no idea it would become this long when I sat down to write this story but that is just what happens! I hope you enjoyed part one.

Monster

Mute entered the bakery and looked around. There was a small table set up in the middle of the room with a platter of cookies on it. Perfect. Mute walked up to the table as Pinkie hurried around doing... Mute couldn't tell what she was doing. He assumed she placed out more treats for the guests. And more guests did enter the bakery, if a bit cautiously as they noticed him. Mute just stared at the new guests, his large eyes peering into their souls. For a second they stood frozen in fear until they looked away and hurried to the different huddles of ponies across the room.

"Weak, these did not even last for five seconds. Even the children looked at you for longer," Zarathon whispered.

Mute nodded and picked up the plate of cookies. He starred at it for a second and then tilted it into his mouth. As a cookie entered his maw the changeling chewed and tried his best to swallow it. The sweetness made him smile, though he sighed in annoyance as he received no love from the sweet. Or well, it wasn't entirely void of love. It was made with love, as he could still taste it, but there was no pure love in it, not even diluted love.

He was going to have to feed of some ponies again.

"Cheer up! I am certain the praise and adoration from our new subjects shall be enough to sustain you for a month!" Zarathon said as Mute placed him and Henry the third onto the table.

It was at that moment that Pinkie appeared before him. Mute yelped at the speed of the earth pony and then he looked in awe at what she held. It was a vial with a pink liquid inside. Mute felt himself salivate as he saw it and he slowly took the precious vial from the earth pony. He looked at her with adoration and Zarathon chuckled.

"See! They can accommodate your needs as well, my friend! Is that not wonderful?"

Pinkie smiled at them. "I borrowed Twilight's book on changelings and other than all the creepy and spooky stuff it said you eat love! So I had Twilight make that with magic! It is my love! And it made me feel very dizzy when she made it but now it is in there and you can have it! Gotta go I have to fix the last little things!"

As Pinkie zoomed away Mute couldn't help but smile and look at the vial. He placed it onto the table and looked around at the other ponies. A few eyed him and Zarathon with curiosity while others seemed scared to approach. Mute turned back to his friend with a quirked brow and motioned to the rest of the room. He felt no adoration from the ponies as Zarathon said they'd have. No, he felt fear, trepidation, exotic wonder, and... was that lust? He blinked in confusion and saw one mare eye him like he had eyed the vial of pure love extract. Her coat was pure white and her mane was mostly white with a blue line running through it. Her eyes were such a light blue they almost seemed to glow. Her cutie mark was that of a beetle with a pin through it. She sat alone with a cider in her hoof and stared intensely at him. He tilted his head at her and she gave him a wink and sultry smile.

There was something about her smile that made his skin crawl and Mute looked away with an uncomfortable look. She giggled at his reaction and waved.

"See! Already a potential suitor! This feast is great! Now we need to get everyone in a festive mood. Order that the orchestra play their songs and that we may be approached by any one of our subjects," Zarathon said with glee.

Mute did not like the idea of courting the mare with crazy eyes, but he did as told. He walked up to Pinkie as she finished with the last plate of sweets and he pulled out a charcoal pen and paper. He wrote down 'where is the orchestra?' and Pinkie laughed at him.

"Oh, Mute you're so funny! We don't need an orchestra, silly, we have a DJ!" the earth pony said and pointed to the unicorn mare with the purple glasses.

Mute bowed his head in thanks and hurried over to the small stage and wrote down 'start the music' on the paper. He held it up to the unicorn mare who nodded enthusiastically and with a flick of her horn the machine buzzed as it came to life. And Mute flew back as an infernal sound escaped the black rectangular boxes. The changeling pushed his ears against his head as the constant beat of a drum alongside noises akin to a lightning storm filled the room. The ponies seemed more relaxed and as multicolored light filled the room a few of them began to dance. Mute crawled along the floor and hid under Zarathon's table.

"You know, Mute... I do not think this is a work composed by Trotzart or Neiydn," the burning pebble said.

Mute missed the hive orchestra. The buzzing of wings and clacking of rock against rock had soothed him and made him join in. This sound made his exoskeleton vibrate and he became acutely aware of his heartbeat. The changeling looked around for an escape when he noticed a new mare enter the party followed by a few others.

The first was a blue pegasus, or maybe turquoise was the right word, with a mane and tail made from up with all colors of the rainbow. Mute stared at her for a second and got out from under the table. He watched as Pinkie greeted the pegasus with a hug and then bounced over to the others that had joined the party. An orange earth pony with a blonde mane and a straw hat, a white unicorn with a meticulously maintained purple mane, and finally Twilight. They all seemed to be good friends with Pinkie Pie, and their arrival prompted many greetings from the other party-goers.

"Mute, would you kindly have our subjects gather around me?" Zarathon said.

Mute walked up to the five mares by the door and Pinkie smiled and bounced around in excitement.

"This is Mute! Mute, this is Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash! I think you already met Twilight and Fluttershy... Where is Fluttershy?" Pinkie said and looked around for the yellow pegasus.

Mute wrote down 'she hid in her cottage' on the parchment and handed it to Pinkie.

"Oh..." Pinkie's mane deflated for a second before she shook her head and smiled at him. "Well, we can go and have you two become friends later! Now we should enjoy the party!"

The changeling eyed the three mares he hadn't met before and he felt a mixture of fear, disgust, and anxiety from them. The fear came from the pegasus, the anxiety from the earth pony, and the disgust from the unicorn. He gave them all a friendly grunt and then wrote down Zarathon's order. He held it up and pointed to the burning pebble on the table.

"With all due respect, Mr. Mute, I do not think we should approach an object that is on fire," Rarity said with an uneasy smile.

'It is fine. Go and listen to him,' Mute wrote down and held up for them all.

"What are you anyway? You look like a bug," Rainbow said and circled him like a curious cat.

'Changeling', Mute wrote.

"And what is that?" the pegasus asked.

'It is a changeling?' Mute tilted his head at her in confusion.

"It is a shapeshifter! Ah' keep telling ya this thing will replace us and trick our families! Granny Smith knows exactly what these critters can do, she has been to the badlands!" Applejack huffed.

'I can't shapeshift,' Mute wrote down with a frown. 'I can not do any magic.'

He pointed to his cracked horn and glared at the earth pony. He then continued writing. 'I am not an infiltrator, I am a Lord of cinder. And as a Lord you will listen to my command, and if not to mine then to my friend's. He would like you to listen tó him, so would you kindly do that?'

"Darling, maybe we should listen to what the pebble has to say? Mute here doesn't seem dangerous," Rarity said to Applejack.

"Yeah, I think he's alright. But he looks a bit weird though, and I am keeping an eye on you buster! You better not try to look like me or any of my friends!" Rainbow said.

'I wouldn't dream of it,' Mute wrote down and eyed Applejack.

"...Fine. I'll listen, but that doesn't mean I'll trust you!" she said.

The trio walked to the table and kept a close eye on the changeling. Twilight walked up to him with an awkward smile and Pinkie looked at her friends with a sad expression and her pink mane deflated again. Mute just wondered how a rainbow-colored mane was beneficial to the survival of a species or how a mane even could deflate.

"Please excuse them, ponies are a little bit on edge about things that come from the Everfree. It doesn't help that Applejack has been going on and on about shapeshifters since she saw you," Twilight mumbled.

"I hoped you'd be good friends... I suppose I'll have to try extra hard." Pinkie took a deep breath and then waved. "Everyone please go to Zarathon! He has something to say!"

The other ponies in the room soon gathered around the table and eyed the rat-drawn carriage and the pebble within. Mute joined the congregation and pushed through so he stood side by side with the pebble. The crowd murmured and Mute looked at them and wrote down 'be quiet, please'.

Once every party-goer had joined the crowd and the music was considerably turned down Zarathon began to speak. "Ponies of Ponyville, I am Zarathon, son of Lyrden and Henthia. I am the tamer of the Zanerian queen, conquer of the beastlands, and native of the western mountains! I am a Lord of cinder, the rightful keeper of the first ember, and as of today, I am your rightful liege-lord! Rejoice, ponies of Ponyville, for you have a new protector! The sun goddess will be obsolete with me as your guardian!"

Whispers and conversation erupted from the crowd. Muted tasted skepticism and mirth from many of the ponies, he even felt a hint of amusement. Many in the crowd found this situation funny. Mute did not. The changeling tapped his hoof against the wooden floor and pointed to Zarathon. He gave the crowd an annoyed grunt and gestured for them to bow.

Twilight was the one to speak first. "With all due respect, lord Zarathon, Ponyville has never had a liege-lord. Such archaic means of governance have not been used for at least two centuries. Our lords and ladies do not rule plots of land the same way their forefathers did, and they never will again. They have inherited wealth from their ancestors and they help govern Equestria, but they do not have peasants or levies. We have a professional standing army you know? It isn't very large, but still! We own our allegiance to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, and before that, we have a mayor! I'm sorry but you can not be a Lord."

Mute blinked in confusion at the purple unicorn and then looked to Zarathon. Did they have no right to rule as lords of cinder then?

"You misunderstand me, dear subject! I am not asking to be a lord under the sun goddess! I am claiming your settlement as part of the ancestral lands I am entitled to as Lord of the region you call the Everfree. I held this land long before your ancestors were born, and I am not asking for them to be returned to me. I am taking them, whether you like it or not."

Mute looked around at the faces of the ponies present. The mood had shifted. The ponies had been eased by the food and music but now ponies scowled, looked around for an escape, and some just looked confused. Pinkie looked sad, and Mute felt sympathy for the pony. She couldn't help her friends' foolish behavior.

Twilight frowned at the pebble. "We will not accept something like that. This is our home."

"And it is also mine, long before it was yours. I defended this land from invaders, chaos spirits, shades, demons, and your ancestors for a long time, do not think I'm unable to take it from normal ponies. If you accept this vassalization peacefully then I shall continue in my duty of using the holy flame to defend your settlement. If you reject it, then I will be forced to take your home by any means necessary," Zarathon said.

Mute swallowed thickly as he felt the anger from the ponies. Zarathon refused to back down, and Mute could not abandon his friend. But they were outnumbered, and Mute could not cast magic. He could not even speak. He wouldn't be able to write fast enough to convince the ponies of Zarathon's righteous character or true claim to the land. He tapped his hoof three times onto the floor and Zarathon glowed brightly three times in response. They needed to calm down the crowd before things turned ugly. Or at least have a way out when it did.

"I told ya' that he was trouble! Now they threaten us! We are loyal to the princesses! We will not accept whatever a pebble wants!" Applejack said.

"Yeah! We won't let you bully us like that!" Rainbow said and flew up above the crowd.

Rarity huffed at the two of them. "I was willing to give you a chance, darling, but that is just awful! Even if I wanted a Lord it would not be one so rude and callous!"

Twilight's frown deepened. "I think it would be better if we all went home and forgot about this conversation. We can still be friends, but if you try to hurt anyone then we will stop you."

Pinkie just sat on the floor behind the crowd. Her mane was completely straight and she looked ready to break down in tears. The party had not gone in the direction she'd hoped. Mute looked to the vial of love she'd given him and sighed sadly. He glared at the ponies and bared his teeth as one very muscular stallion took a step forward.

The other ponies started to agree and more and more joined in to defend their town's sovereignty. Their cries for Zarathon and Mute to leave grew louder and louder. Mute hunched down and growled as the muscular pony stared him down. Zarathon remained quiet. Mute looked to his friend to say something, to do something to diffuse the situation. But instead, he said a single sentence.

"A shade is here."

Mute's eyes widened and he grabbed Zarathon. The changeling ran through the crowd of ponies and pushed them aside. He hissed and growled at anyone that tried to grab him and he pushed through the door to the outside. Mute did not make it far before something slammed into his side. The changeling flew a few meters and hugged Zarathon and Henry the third close to his chest. Mute landed and rolled across the dirt path with a grunt. He gasped for air and quickly got to his hooves, but he hissed and grabbed his left side as he did so. His beret and writing supplies had flown away.

"Mute! Focus! The shade is right there!" Zarathon said with a growl.

The changeling looked up to see a tall creature next to the bakery. It was half the length of the building and it was made from a thick black fog. Many appendages grew from the creature's body which tore pieces of wood and masonry from the surrounding buildings. It held aqua eyes and two pony-like ears on its head. It opened its mouth to reveal needle-like teeth, and the creature shrieked.

The ponies that had chased Mute and Zarathon outside stared at the creature in shock and horror. They screamed and began to run, only for many to be snatched up by the appendages. They were pulled into the inky darkness of the creature and it grew in size and mass.

It leered at the ponies that remained. Mute felt his heart beat faster and faster. It was like that night in the jungle all over again.

"What is that, Twilight!" Rainbow yelled and narrowly avoided an appendage that tried to grab her.

Twilight stared at the creature in horror. She took a step back and began to run. "I don't know, but we need the elements! Find Fluttershy and I will get them!"

Rainbow saluted and flew off.

"And what about us?!" Applejack shouted.

"Keep it from taking anyone else!" Twilight said and ran off.

Mute watched as Applejack, Rarity, and soon Pinkie ran around to save ponies from the appendages. They grabbed foals and the elderly first and helped them inside their homes all the while they dodged the appendages.

"We can not just lay around! Begin the preparations. Now," Zarathon said.

Mute got up and sprang into action. He placed Zarathon onto the ground and rushed to pick up a fallen beam. He grabbed it with his mouth and grunted as he dragged it across the ground. Mute hurriedly drew a large circle in the dirt and he then began to fill it with runes. The sharp and pointed symbols glowed red as they were finished and Mute grunted as he worked. Zarathon worked on the circle alongside his friend. The pebble controlled Henry to run across the circle and now and again he used magic to push down the wheels of the small carriage into the dirt. Zarathon was smaller but worked twice as fast as Mute when it came to etching the runes into the ground.

"Hurry, Mute!"

Mute growled in exasperation at the pebble as he stumbled back and forth to draw the runic circle. As Mute worked he watched as Rarity stumbled over some debris and was pulled into the dark mass with a scream. Her friends cried out in terror and at that moment Rainbow and Twilight returned.

"Fluttershy isn't home!" Rainbow yelled.

"Well dang nab it where is she!?" Applejack shouted and jumped behind a cart to avoid a tentacle.

"How are we supposed to use the elements without her or Rarity!?" Twilight shouted.

"I don't know!" the pegasus yelled back. "But I will get Rarity back!"

Rainbow dove towards the shade in anger and took a swipe at it with her hoof. She did no true damage to the beast and it only hissed in annoyance at her attack. As Rainbow accended she noticed that her hoof was covered in a shadowy dark mass much akin to the shade itself. She tried to wipe it off but it only grew until it covered her head and finally her wings. The black mass constrained the pegasus' movements and she plummeted from the sky. Twilight watched with horror and rushed towards the falling pegasus with five necklaces in her magical grasp. Mute noted the tiara on her head as well while he continued to draw. It made the air buzz with its magical power.

"Rainbow!" Twilight shouted and tried to catch her friend, but it was all for naught as a black appendage grabbed the pegasus and pulled her into its shadowy depths.

The shade grew even bigger and now loomed over the buildings around Ponyville. It smiled as more tentacles snaked their way around the town. They thrust into windows, broke down doors, and squeezed buildings so hard their foundations cracked. Ponies were grabbed from inside their homes and Applejack desperately tried to grab onto a filly torn from her mother. The earth pony only ended up being dragged into the mass alongside the foal.

"Give me back my friends you meanie!" Pinkie screamed and pulled out a cannon.

Where she got that cannon from only the gods could know. Or at least Mute assumed it was divine intervention, as when the party pony fired the cannon it shot out confetti—useless against the shade—but it also shot out fireworks. The sudden bright flashes made the creature shriek and it took a step back from the bakery. Though it then amassed its tentacles into a single mass and they all shot out to grab Pinkie and her cannon. The pink pony shrieked in panic as she was dragged into the shade.

Twilight desperately tried to fend it off with a fireball spell. The basic elemental magic did make the beast stop for a second, but it soon shook off its dazed state and glared down on the purple unicorn. Twilight fell onto her haunches and stared up at the being with fear.

As the creature peered down at the unicorn it noticed the runic circle and Mute far behind her. The shade hissed and one appendage flew towards the runic circle to grab Mute. As it approached the circle lit up and formed a wall of fire. The creature shrieked as its appendage was burned away to ash. The wall of fire soon fell away and Mute finalized the runic circle with a double helix in its middle. The distraction of the townsfolk had bought them valuable time. Mute held up Zarathon with one hoof and closed his eyes.

The pebble began to hover above Mute's hoof as the flame around it turned a bright white. The shade backed away and hissed at Zarathon who in return scoffed at the shade. "You are more powerful than a common shadow, but you are still but a shadow. I, Zarathon, Lord of cinder, banish you from this world. By the fire of creation begone!"

The same white fire erupted from the runes in the circle and it formed a whirlpool around Mute and Zarathon. Twilight watched the display in awe until she realized that the fire came ever closer. She tried to run but the flames passed through her without even scorching her fur. It did scorch the walls and roofs of the buildings, but most importantly it hurt the shade.

The creature shrieked and screamed and it was burnt away by the white fire and it desperately tried to escape. Yet was met by a wall of fire wherever it tried to run. Mute grinned as he looked down at the runic circle. The enchantment had blocked off the borders of the town, and the shade was now caught between Zarathon's fire and Mute's walls. The creature gave off a final horrible shriek as it was enveloped in fire and soon all sound had died down. Zarathon fell into Mute's hoof, the white fire faded away, and all ponies that had been grabbed laid on the ground where the shade had stood. One pony in particular interested Mute. Fluttershy stood up amongst the mass of people and hissed.

She was covered in the shadowy wisps of the shade.

"Do you still cling to your host? I. Said. Begone!" Zarathon screamed and a bright light enveloped the pegasus.

The wisps crumbled into nothingness and Fluttershy fell unconscious to her side. The dazed townsfolk slowly stood up and looked around at the destruction. The roof of Sugarcube corner was on fire, and so were the roof of many other buildings. The town rushed into action to put out the flames while Mute sat down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Twilight slowly approached the two. "W- What was that?..."

Mute glared at her and held up Zarathon. Maybe the ponies would finally understand why they needed a Lord of cinder.

"That was a shade. The reason I persist in this form is to destroy creatures like that one. It is my duty as Lord of cinder. It is my honor to do so. Yet you refuse my lordship! This is why I must hold these lands! For otherwise you are truly lost! This is where they are spawned from the darkness."

"Where have these shades been then? Why have we never seen them before? If you need to be here to destroy them then why don't we know more about them if this is their spawning ground?" Twilight looked desperate for answers, any kind of answers.

Zarathon took a minute to respond. "I do not know why they have only emerged recently. I met one shortly after Mute freed me from the twisting undergrowth of the southern jungle. I suppose they finally lost their cowardice after the defeats they suffered at my hooves. Or perhaps they were kept at bay by something. It does not matter why they did not attack or roam this area before, only that they are once again preying on the innocent. The smaller ones you can destroy with normal light and fire, but the strong ones, such as this one, needs the fire of creation to be purged."

It was at that moment some of the guards approached the changeling and pebble. Mute frowned as they came closer and he took a step back.

"You will come with us once the fires are dealt with. You will explain exactly what happened here to the princesses, how many of these things there are, and how to fight them. Furthermore, you will hand over whatever knowledge you have that allowed you to best this monster," the guard leader said with a scowl.

Mute grunted and shook his head.

"I agree with my compatriot, we owe you nothing. We defeated the shade and saved you without any promise of reward and despite the fact you refuse our lordship. Why should we agree to go anywhere when we want to remain here, close to the people and our home?" Zarathon said.

"If there are more of those things out there then the princesses need to know, Zarathon! They could hurt a lot of ponies!" Twilight pleaded with the pebble.

The guard leader nodded. "It is as she says. This is a security concern for Ponyville AND Canterlot. If they come from the Everfree then we need to set up perimeters, create squads that can hunt them, and find ways to safeguard civilians. I am not asking you to go see the princesses, I am ordering you to do so. As I assume neither of you is an Equestrian native I hold the right to have you arrested and handed over to border security, who would then deport you. So you either go see the princesses, or you leave Equestria for good."

Mute sighed in defeat and looked to the pebble in his hoof. The ponies were not aware, but Mute could feel the exhaustion that rolled off the pebble. Zarathon had called upon much of his energy to purge the shade, and he was in no condition to fight the guards. Neither was Mute. He could try to run, get Zarathon and himself into the grand palace and lock the door, but then what? The guards would simply break down the door.

"Fine. I shall concede to your demands. We will go see the princesses, but you must let us return to our home—"

"No, you leave the same second the fires are out. You will stay here in town until then," the leader then turned to one of his soldiers, "Private, watch the bug and rock. The rest of us will help with the fires."

"Yes, sir!" the private said and placed himself next to Mute and Zarathon.

Mute eyed the guards as they ran off to help and the many ponies that desperately tried to put out the fires. He could have helped, he still felt fine, but Mute simply laid down and sighed. It seemed the new age of cinder had failed before it even began. Mute looked up to see the Twilight reunite with her friends and help them put out the fire on Sugarcube corner's roof. Applejack gave him the stink eye and the others eyed him wearily.

"I suppose me must meet with the sun goddess. I fear we are at a disadvantage my friend, as I do not have any cake to offer her..." Zarathon mumbled.

Mute just buried his head between his forelegs and groaned. Though he soon felt something pushed against his cheek. He looked up at the face of Pinkie who pushed the vial of love extract against his face. Her mane was still straight, and she had cried, likely due to the damage to the bakery, but she gave him a small smile and gave him the vial.

"Thank you for saving me and my friends," she said and hurried back to help with putting out the fires.

Mute looked at the vial and hugged it to his chest with a small smile of his own. There was at least some kindness left in the world. Though as he looked to the guard that stood close to keep an eye on him Mute wondered how much longer such kindness would last.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading the third installment in this series! I know there is less comedy in this one, but I really think this chapter was needed. A lot of you had ideas just exactly what a Lord of cinder was, and so I decided to at least partly answer that question. Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it!