It was a dark and stormy afternoon on Storm Island. Storm soldiers worked diligently in every direction, forging, repairing, hauling, all prepared for war, and from the look of things, it seemed like they were almost done. Storm wizards had a primal understanding of the water, but lacked knowledge in regards to the underground.

I watched my foes work from the safety of the underground thanks to my root spell, and knew that eventually, I'd have to come out of hiding. My hooves ached with age, my green eyes fluttered from tiredness as my body craved rest, but I had work to do. I couldn't take them, these warriors in the prime of their lives, even with my magic. I needed to even the playing field.

My magic branched out all across the island in the form of green vines, snaking into the sediment. From there I could sense everyone, the blimps, the soldiers, and even a pony if you could believe it. Strong and firm armor clad the living of the island as they prepared for war, a war I was about to bring to them.

The vines from my horn tightened into the ground and I gave them an experimental pull. I doubt anybody above ground could sense the very earth beneath them rising a few centimeters, so I had the all clear to begin my assault.

Up and down the vines moved and the earth moved with it. I conjured up a shield to protect myself from falling debris and gave the storm island an earthquake they would never recover from.

"EARTHQUAKE!" I heard someone yell, followed by indiscernible shouting and panicked stomping as they fled.

Pounding of metal, stone, and mud gave way to the sound of fire burning as they started the blimps up. I pulled my head down and forced the vines upward to grab anyone still on ground and pull them into the muck.

"HELP!"

"SOMETHING'S GOT ME!"

I panted from the exertion as I forced those trapped by my vines to sink into the wet, muddy earth below, where they would surely suffocate. My age was catching up to me as I felt my heart struggle to keep up. Despite this, I could not afford to let any of the storm king's troops escape. After I fortified the shield I cast around myself, It was time to reveal myself.

Letting go of the vines, I shot upward through the cave and took in the damage around me with my own eyes. A few dozen of the storm king's soldiers had already been consumed by the earth, while a few others either struggled with futility to get free, or begged for help. No help could come of course, anyone who stepped close to me were grabbed as well.

Those blimps turned out to be aerial warships in truth, I watched as they began lifting into the air and could feel the relief of the passengers.

"Nobody escapes." I whispered before channeling my magic into the ground and forced a large shard of rock straight through their warships. Not sure what it was I hit, but I hit something flammable, flames billowed from the vessels as blood-curdling screams sounded out through the air. Each ship that lifted off received a similar fate, fire and screams protruded from each. Pieces of metal fell from the vessels towards me and the screams grew louder for a second before becoming silent in an instant.

I looked up again at the falling wreckage, it wasn't metal falling, it was the storm king's soldiers who were falling. The screams became louder because the people screaming were falling closer. I snickered for a second at my mistake.

Looking over in the distance, I saw the remains of a quickly deteriorating stone castle, I assumed it was the storm king's, and began making my way there. All the while, corpses continued to fall, some on fire, some not. I heard a particularly funny scream come down and went over to look at the soldier. It was a female, that much I was sure of. She looked kind've like a cat monkey, similar to all the other soldiers under the storm king. Her face held an expression of agony, her face was burned and her eyes were bloodshot. The weirdest part about her was that she was wearing a dress. In fact, most of them were wearing regular clothes instead of armor. Shirts, pants, vests, even a few wearing fine clothing fit for a noble.

My heart lurched in my chest as I looked around frantically at the rest of the burning corpses. These weren't soldiers, these were citizens. Flame erupted through my heart as I realized what I had done. A wave of nausea strangely came to me, this was not my first time killing, and it wasn't my first time killing innocents unfortunately, so I was off-put by what I presumed to be my lunch trying to come back up. With no sense fighting it, I hunched over and retched out a bright pink substance, that I assumed was blood mixed with stomach acid.

I swore under my breath and doubled my efforts to the castle. If I was vomiting blood, I doubt I had much time left to live.

As I ran to the castle, I failed to notice the blood come together and form a pink diamond before flying off towards Equestria.

With the destruction I had caused around the island, the castle had been shifted slightly. The only entrance that remained was a door that used to be underground. As I entered the castle, I found myself in a dungeon, prison cells lined the wall. Some of the cells were even being used. An assortment of creatures all cowered away from me as I entered, I could smell fear on them.

I stopped in my tracks, wait since when could I smell fear? I didn't have long to ponder though, as I felt another lurch of bile began to make it's way to my mouth. Shutting my eyes tightly, I let it out and kept going without looking at it. I didn't want to know how little time I had left. This display only made things worse for the prisoners though, they began to shiver as if death was in front of them. They could likely tell that my time was soon up, too.

The door on the other side of the dungeons opened, and a few storm soldiers entered the room. They pointed their spears at me, but I did not care for them, the storm king's staff was my prize, not them. Since they were of no consequence, I grabbed their bodies with my magic, and ripped them apart with ease. I noted more bile coming up my throat, but I didn't feel bad about it anymore. Not the vomit, nor the violence.

They were in my way, it was right to kill them. I thought, though my inner voice sounded a bit foreign. Despite my recent bouts of sickness, I felt stronger and faster than I had in a long while. I felt as though, maybe I could take on soldiers in their prime. Sure, I was old, in my nineties if I recall, but If I can rip apart these guys, who could stop me?

I continued through the dungeon and up the stairs, much to the relief of the prisoners.

Walking through the hallway, I came to a set of double doors that were far too fancy to just lead nowhere. The hall was silent, almost eerily so. In a brief moment however, a purple mare with a broken horn descended from the ceiling and landed on the stone ground with a clunk. She was naked, but I could tell that until recently, she was wearing armor.

"Aren't you going to attack me?" I asked, feeling an odd sensation in my heart that both seemed to want a fight, and not want a fight at the same time.

She opened her mouth a few times, but spoke no words, until she got into a bowing position.

"Is it true what the rumors say about you, Prince of Equestria? You are truly gifted with healing magic?" She asked, never rising from her bow.

"I am one of, if not the, best life wizard in history. These rumors you have heard are true." I answered with a prideful grimace.

"Please, I will swear my life to you if you'd only fix my horn." She said, with a hint of... either sadness or fear, I could not tell.

"Do you know where the storm king is?" I asked, uncaring for her horn and words.

"Yes, he's in the throne room behind you, but... my offer?" She asked as I turned around.

"I have thralls already, I don't need another." I said as I surrounded myself in a shield of life magic, this time though, the shield held a darker hue to it. Before I opened the door, I vomited again.

"Ponies don't usually puke purple." I heard the purple pony say, but I ignored her and opened the door.

As I suspected, the storm king was waiting with his staff/spear pointed to the door and as soon as I opened it, a blast of lightning shot towards my shield. It was powerful, just as divination magic is meant to be, but my life and harmony magic held the shield firm.

I charged at him as he threw his thunder, and slammed into him with my shield, knocking him off of his throne. Two tendrils shot from my horn, vines that looked quite corrupted. and grabbed both the storm king's neck and his staff. He struggled to get out of my grip and get his staff back, but soon stopped fighting for it when he could no longer breathe.

"Finally, after all this time." I said, channeling life and har— no, not harmony, somewhere through my attack, I began using shadow magic instead. Life and Shadow combined in a horrid union to fill the storm king's staff. Storm mingled with life and shadow and formed a dark muck inside of it, with it and my powers combined, I could fix this aging problem of mine until I found a better way.

The staff's capacity for storm magic far overshadowed my own, as this was a diviner's weapon and was crafted as such. The magic surrounded me in a blaze of lightning and I could feel my very body open up. The storm king whimpered as his life began to fade, and the purple mare just watched in what seemed to be fear.

Author's Note

I'm sorry, I had no idea what to do with the fight.