That name, and voice brought me back, pulling me out of this weird cave and depositing me right back into my hospital bed. I remembered being in palliative care, laying there, half alive in my bed, a catheter jammed into me, and a nearby T.V spitting out some noise I could barely hear. I couldn't move my eyes, but I listened to the program, catching the occasional bit of conversation between the kid staying next to me and his mother. They were talking about the show, and how the kid was worried that this Spike character would end up giant forever.

From what I was able to gather, Spike, who I was now possessing, had grown huge and was rampaging all over the place. The mother knew how kids shows worked though, and hushed the child’s fears while still leaving the air of mystery around his eventual fate. It was kind of nice to hear, and I would have enjoyed that had I not been stuck inside a corpse. Sure enough, the sight of something made this Spike creature snap back to his smaller form and the episode ended on a high note.

The kid cheered, the mother laughed, and I remained.

With that memory now fading, a rush of other, smaller memories came back to me. Fleeting images of my boyfriend watching the show, and me teasing him for it, as well as bits and pieces of the neighbor kid watching it before eventually passing from cancer. With all this new old information floating in my head, I quickly realized that I was in a children’s cartoon of some kind.

Only, that wasn't true, as I didn't know a single children’s cartoon that eventually got a gritty reboot involving undeath. Although that was a pretty metal idea, I doubt any executive would green-light such ridiculousness.

It was then that I realized where the odd familiarity around colors of mana came from. Flashes of a card game I used to play when I was a kid came unbidden to my mind, making me think of slinging spells and tapping land. Magic the gathering, I think it was called, only I was fairly certain that they had never visited the plane of Equestria in the story.

That being said, they were owned by the same company, and I hadn't paid much attention to the main story for close to a decade, so what did I know?

So magic the gathering rules, in a different, darker, and more realistic anthropomorphized Equestria. Could be worse, I suppose, could be a lot better too. I thought to myself.

“Spike, is that really you?” Twilight asked me, her eyes tearing up as she stumbled towards me.

There was absolutely no way I could impersonate Spike, as not only was this world different from the one I knew, but I was by no means an expert on the original show anyway. That was also ignoring the more ethical dilemma around said situation, which I didn't want to get into. I wondered how I could handle this delicately, as I was many things in life, but subtle and diplomatic were never two of those things.

I raised a hand, stopping her in place. “I’m afraid I’m not Spike but rest assured this situation was not one designed by myself and I had no intention of inhabiting this body.”

The air caste woman instantly stopped, and I could already feel black and red mana begin to swell from the earth, reacting to the spell caster’s call. The tattered, and blackened cloak she wore fluttered on an unseen wind, and her eyes went from dewy, to hate filled in about two seconds. The change was so quick and so startling that I found myself a little shocked by it all.

This most certainly was not the goody goody Twilight I had heard from the show. “A specter then, having come in search of a new host.” She spat, her hands glowing with fury. “I know how to deal with the likes of you.”

She spoke with such confidence, such zeal, that I had no doubt she knew exactly what to do with the likes of me. I wasn't about to get shunted back into the space between though, as existence was rather pleasant thank you very much and I wasn't exactly in a rush to experience death again. With no breath weapon and no idea how to use magic, I was left with few options other than to attack her, or try and escape.

I could sense a spell already building, a dramatic increase in black mana flowing from the earth, and into the woman across from me. I had mere seconds to decide on my course of action, and see it through, leaving me with little room for nuance. Words were straight out, as she was obviously hurt by my apparent possession of what I assumed was her son.

Action was clearly the only way out of this, yet I couldn't attack her, despite the threat she posed, as I wasn't willing to potentially kill someone while in the body of their own kid. That was seven different kinds of fucked up, no matter which way you looked at it.

The door then, I decided.

It wasn't locked, didn't seem barred by any magic, and didn't even have a handle, only a simple bar to hold it closed. My destination set, I surged forward, my legs moving far faster than I assumed an undead was capable of. I all but flew across the room, my shoulder down, and my body aimed directly at the other creature.

Sure enough, she reacted as I anticipated and adjusted her spellwork to move her out of the way. Disappearing in a flash of light, I could feel her magic building right behind me a second after she appeared. Knowing I wouldn't have much room for error, I threw myself at the door and crashed right through it, blowing apart the weak wood and scattering splinters everywhere.

I didn't stop for even a second and just kept on running, dashing to my right as quickly as I could and hoping the break in a line of sight would help dodge whatever spell Twilight was casting. Unfortunately, that's where my luck ran out, as I hardly made it more than a few feet before I felt something cold and hard clamp down around my ankle. I resisted it as best I could, and yanked my foot with all the force I could muster, yet it did nothing but slow me down.

Enabling my other ankle to be grabbed by whatever it was that Twilight had summoned. A short second later and I became intimately familiar with the ground when I landed face-first into it. It was dirt, at least, which was a bonus as I was fairly certain my skull wouldn't have survived such an impact with stone.

I wasn't going to go down without a fight though, and I pushed off the ground, ready to try again, only to have my wrists grabbed, and several hands grip my waist, forcing me down. It was then that I realized what had grabbed me, as I could see the half-rotten arms of two young dragons as they grappled me. A few test tugs quickly made me realize that they were far stronger than me, and older too, by the looks of them. The ground beneath heaved, and lifted, revealing the rest of their rotted forms, and hoisting me up into a standing position.

They were a motley assortment of different-looking dragons, all of which were a few feet taller than me. One had a pair of short horns poking out the back of his head as well as the worst underbite I've ever seen. His body was covered with blackish-purple scales, except for the gaping hole in his large, barrel-like stomach. He looked sturdier than the others, something proven by the fact that he was the one who had grabbed hold of my leg and not lost his arm for the effort.

A skinnier, more angular dragon held one of my arms, his wings missing, and the top half his head completely gone. His scales were even darker than the first, and he had a section of slightly green scales on his stomach, much like myself. Lastly was another dragon who must have been a red dragon by the looks of it. He had a weird upturned snout, a hollow pair of eyes, and tattered wings as well as sporting several holes punched clean through his torso and neck.

He seemed the most damaged of the bunch, and his entire head lolled to the side, barely staying attached to his body. None of them said anything, and the two who had eyes both looked at me with a glazed expressions, clearly not possessing their own will.

“Fuck.” I muttered as the three young adult dragons dragged my sorry ass back to the cave.

Where a none-too-pleased Twilight stood, her foot tapping impatiently. “I hope you know how much trouble you’ve caused me. I was planning on using these three in case another assassin was sent my way, and now I’m going to have to bury them all over again.”

“What do you want me to do? Apologize for valuing my own life?” I snorted. “Cus if that's what you expect of me, you aren't going to get it.”

“The nerve.” Growled Twilight, whose eyes flashed a dangerous red. “First you possess Spike’s body, now you insult me. I am glad the exorcism will flay your very soul. Maybe in the next life, you will learn a thing or two about politeness.”

Flashes of knowledge not acquired by me suddenly popped into my mind, reminding me that soul-flaying was every bit as unpleasant as it sounded. Images of specters and spirits being rent asunder, their incorporeal bodies being destroyed utterly made me shudder. There was no way I was going to let that happen, not without trying absolutely everything.

The spell itself took a good deal of mana, which would take at least a minute or so for Twilight to build if the streaks of black and red which surged from the earth were any indication. There was hardly any flora or fauna in any direction, and what little grass there was, died the second black mana was called from the earth. The fact that the princess of friendship was so good at manipulating black mana unnerved something deep inside of me, but I brushed that aside for now.

I had a second death to avoid, and freedom to attain.

To that end, I flexed as hard as possible, pulling on each one of my limbs in turn, testing my impromptu jailers. Their grip was like steel, and my strength a mere bronze in comparison, despite how strong I felt only minutes ago, evidence that Twilight had empowered them somehow. The bull headed approach was out, talking was clearly out, as I doubted Twilight could even hear me through the strange chant she had just started up. With no breath weapon, and no way I could familiarize myself with magic while in such a heated moment, I felt rage begin to burn hot in my chest.

This was bullshit! I had gotten shit on in one life, and I refused to get shit on in another, life may be a mean bitch, but I was a stubborn bastard.

I focused on my newest ability to sense mana and turned to the tall, thin dragon which held one of my arms. Its body was filled with black mana, with the barest hint of red swirling deep down inside. Mana was used to animate bodies I remembered, thus, if it had no mana inside it wouldn't be animated anymore, right?

This logic was flimsy I knew, but it was at least somewhat backed up by the mechanics of the card game, and what magical knowledge did come to mind. I also knew there wasn't a card in magic, or spell in Equestria that drained mana from a target, that I knew of anyway. What I did know was that magic was largely based on the willpower of the individual. Which meant there was at least a chance that my sheer desire to steal mana might be enough to do just that.

With few other options and no time to think of any other possible solutions, I focused on the thin dragon and willed the mana from his animated bones. At first, there was nothing, only me gritting my teeth and glaring at a corpse who regarded me with the indifference of the dead. That changed soon after, as I could feel mana begin to flow into me, the black energy making my skin crawl and my mouth start to water.

It was as intoxicating as it was unpleasant, but no matter how good it felt, I didn't focus on that, and instead continued to pull every last drop of mana from the corpse. Within moments its grip began to falter, and before I knew it, the body began to dissolve, chunks of its body turning grey before flaking off in the slight breeze.

A firm yank was all it took to remove the creature’s arm from the rest of its body, where it fell to the ground and dissipated into a pile of ash. The undead dragon leaned forward before toppling forwards, a good majority of its body turning into more of the same grey dust. Only its legs were still held together, though it wasn't by much, the mana holding it in place having been torn from its corpse.

The chanting stuttered for a moment, but I paid Twilight no mind, turning to the dragon who gripped my ankles and crawled behind me. Drawing on that well of nothingness inside me, I pulled at the mana within the creature, only this time I focused on its hands. That focus was rewarded, as its digits turned to ash within moments, freeing me from its grasp and allowing me to turn to my final captor.

“W-wait.” Twilight interrupted.

Raising an eyebrow, I glanced over to where the air caste woman stood, her spell fizzling to nothing, and the mana dissipating back into the earth. “Changed your mind about killing me? Or do I have to dust your last servant as well?” I questioned.

The woman shrugged. “I care nothing for these shambling corpses, do with them as you will. No, what I really care about is that ability you just showed. How did you do that? No spirit or specter can manipulate mana in such a way.”

“For one, I am no traditional specter.” I began, tugging my arm from the red dragon’s grip and finding that I didn't even need to dust it in order to free myself. “I am, or was a human, something not native to your world.”

“Wait a second. Your spirit came from another plane, and somehow survived the journey? How is that possible? Nothing survives in the blind eternities.” Twilight pressed, the last of her magic crumbling to nothing, forgotten by the curious woman.

Rubbing my wrists, I watched closely as Twilight kept her hands raised, but conjured no spells, and drew no mana. “I didn't even know that the planes were real, or magic existed until several minutes ago, so if your looking for answers, you won't find them with me.” I explained, purposefully choosing not to point out that the Eldrazi survived just fine in the blind eternities.

“That would explain how you are not attuned to any color of mana, as your spirit has not had time to adapt to this world’s ley lines,” Twilight muttered while tapping her chin. “Though it does not explain your abilities, your survival, or how you manage to draw on so much black mana without burning out. Even I have trouble channeling that much, that quickly.”

“And you have a lot of experience with necromancy?” I questioned while brushing myself off as best as possible.

The air caste woman grimaced but nodded regardless. “Unfortunately I do, considering just how much time I’ve spent trying to raise Spike.”

“About that.” I began, before straightening out and ducking into a small bow. “I sincerely apologize for all of this. Though I did not do anything on purpose I have no doubt caused you great stress, and for that I am sorry.”

Twilight crossed her arms over her chest, and tapped her foot impatiently. “You say that like your innocent, but an innocent person doesn't run.”

I scowled down at her, only now realizing that I was indeed the slightest bit taller than the surprisingly tall person. “I died once, I wasn't keen on experiencing it again. If you want an apology for that, you aren't going to get one.”

All the fire and bluster quickly blew away, and Twilight sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Look, we clearly got off on the wrong foot. Why don't we roll this back a bit and try again.” She extended her hand and flashed me a weak smile. “Hi, my name is Twilight Sparkle.”

“I don't actually know mine, but I do know yours.” I replied, shaking her hand firmly, and being surprised when she was able to match and exceed my grip streangth with relative ease.

“And how do you know that?” She asked curiously, taking a small, but noticeable step back, her damaged, and undamaged servants subtly taking positions to my sides.

“Look, before I get into any of that, let's call a truce shall we?” I asked arms open wide. “I didn't intend on being here, and you didn't intend on summoning me, but I don't want to die, and I’m fairly certain you have at least a minor qualm with killing me.”

The look in her eyes made me realize that qualm was smaller than I expected, but it was at least there. “If you think you're walking out of here with Spike’s body you got another thing coming.” She declared evenly.

I raised my hands defensively. “I wouldn't dream of it. In fact, I was hoping to offer you my services, and in return for me helping you in whatever manner you deem fit, I was hoping you’d give me a new body.”

Twilight chewed on her bottom lip. “Well, I’m not going to give you a newborn’s body if that's what you're asking.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “As I said, I experienced death before, and I do not wish to experience it again. I don't care what body you put me in so long as it's bipedal and at least functionally immortal. I don't care if you slap me in another corpse, so long as the next body is capable of magic.”

“That is a surprisingly doable request,” Twilight muttered to herself. “If given the time, I could potentially construct you a new necromantic form based on whatever your specifications would be.”

“That would be lovely, and in return, I expect you will wish for an assistant of some kind to help you raise this Spike person?” I asked, noticing that the woman winced again when I said assistant.

“That would be… nice.” She muttered, before sighing and extending her hand once more. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal, but the first thing we are going to do is discuss how you knew about me, if your from another world.”

I nodded and shook her hand. “That's fine by me, but I will preface this entire discussion by saying that the act of dying and being shuffled around has done a number on my memory. So I may not be able to answer all your questions.”

“Fine. Let's sit, and talk this out like civilized individuals.” Twilight replied, turning away from me and walking back to her cave without waiting for me to follow.

Walking back into the cave made me realize that the entrance to it was far more than the weak pile of wood I thought it was. Enchantments were layered over the outside, making it seem like the wall was smooth stone, save for the door sized hole in the front. Running my hand across its surface made me realize that it also felt as smooth as it looked, and according to just about all my senses, it was a rock wall.

My newest sense told me that it was enchantment however, and had blue and black mana swirling within. My new memories also told me that such an elaborate illusion was only castable by a master illusionist. Something I knew, Twilight Sparkle was not. Or at least she wasn't the last this body had seen her, which was evidently quite a while.

Walking into the cave, the woman took a seat on her bed and gestured to the lone chair she had nearby. “I’d offer you some tea, but I feel like that would be a wasted effort.” She remarked mirthlessly.

I shrugged. “I never was one for tea anyway.”

“So, I’ll start with the questions, and we can go back and forth from there.” She stated, before leaning forward. “How do you know about me?”

I mulled over the question for a moment, as there were two possible answers I could give her, or three if I considered giving her both. One was the strange knowledge I was presumably getting from whatever memories Spike had somehow stored in this body. The second was the interplanar answer in which I knew she was a cartoon character, or at least shared similarities with one I knew of anyway. As this was obviously no cartoon meant for children.

I mused over the possibility that I was in some sort of gritty future reboot again but quickly brushed that aside for now.

In the end, I decided on the honest answer, as right now she had little reason to trust me, and apparently had the power to kill me quite thoroughly if she so willed it. “Two reasons actually. The first is that I heard about you on T.V. Where I’m from you are a cartoon character, a pony to be precise. From what I was able to gather you had friends, went on adventures, and were the princess of friendship.”

The woman chewed her lip while watching me closely, evidently holding back a comment of some kind. “Interesting. And the second reason?”

“The second is a less comfortable answer.” I began hesitantly. “I seem to have gained some sort of knowledge from Spike himself. It is by no means extensive, or specific to certain memories but rather background information of a seemingly random kind.”

Rather than be annoyed, or shocked, she merely nodded slowly. “The spirit leaves… marks on the flesh that linger for quite a while. I have gone to great lengths to ensure all of Spike’s memories were intact for when I was eventually able to revive him.”

“That's… good.” I muttered, my body relaxing when I realized she was not angered by my apparent usage of Spike’s memories. “My question is a personal one, and you may avoid it if you wish, but I was hoping to know what happened to Spike.”

The sorceress’ entire body tensed, and I could feel the heat drain from the room, though that didn't bother me one bit. Emotions warred behind the other creature’s eyes, and I could tell she was conflicted about what to say. Eventually, one idea won out, and she relaxed, slightly.

“My friends and I defeated many would-be conquerors and evil-doers over the years.” She began, her voice oddly tense as if she was stopping herself from shouting. “Eventually these villains pooled their resources, came up with a plan, and accomplished what they couldn't do individually.”

I did my best to search Spike’s knowledge banks, and though again, there were no images, or exact memories, I could recall some basic information on the bad guys she had fought over the years. Names, and descriptors of motives came to mind, though they were bereft of any context, or visuals. “So they killed everyone?” I asked.

Twilight clenched her fist and stared down at the floor. “Some perished. Others they spared, keeping them like party favors to be trotted out on special occasions or used as slaves.”

That complicated matters somewhat, as I was rather hoping this world was at least somewhat peaceful. Evidently, the show was considerably off the mark. “And Spike?” I asked.

“Sombra.” Twilight whispered. “Revenge for ruining his plans the first time.”

“Ahh.” I murmured, mind already churning with this new information.

Spike’s knowledge banks were evidently incomplete, as they had some information on Sombra, but definitely didn't say anything about getting murdered by him. The name did make my claws itch in a way that was both uncomfortable and made me want to sharpen them, so maybe this body remembered more than it was letting on. Regardless of the reason, I nodded slowly and extended my hand.

“I do believe it's your turn.” I offered.

“You said I was a cartoon character earlier. What exactly did you mean by that?” Asked the woman.

I sighed, silently glad the conversation was easing up a little, as all this doom and gloom was starting to get to me. “I couldn't tell you the significance of such a discovery. What I do know is that it was wrong in several ways, as for starters you were a talking horse, and were definitely not bipedal.”

That made her raise an eyebrow. “Oh? And what else was different?”

“That's two.” I pointed out, only to shrug. “But it's a small one, so I’ll answer anyway. I didn't watch the whole show, or know everything but from what I was able to gather it was a kid’s show aimed at little girls and meant to sell toys.”

Twilight snorted in amusement, though she didn't smile. “I wish that was the case here, life would be a lot easier if that were true.”

“Well like I said there were differences and similarities. For one, they got your status as a royal student correct, as well as the names and personalities of your friends.” I began, pointing to the frame that poked out from beneath her pillow. “Your enemies were there, but they seem to have been more… tame, for lack of a better word.”

I leaned back in my chair and began to drum my digits on the armrest. “The differences largely boil down to this world being darker, more realistic, and slightly in the future. Like in the show you were ponies, earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns, and alicorns while here you are earth caste, fire caste, water caste, and air caste, respectively.”

“And though we once fell under the umbrella of human, we have not truly been human for several millennia,” Twilight added.

“Oh, really?” I asked, having searched Spike’s knowledge banks and found no answer to that particular question.

“It's a long, and convoluted history.” Twilight replied dismissively. “Which I’ll tell you if we ever have the time to do so.”

“Fair enough.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “So what was that array all about? Spike didn't seem to know anything about it, other than it seemed to drain the color from mana and siphon it into one spot.”

“It was… an experiment.” Twilight stated slowly, and deliberately. “Black mana tends to taint the things raised by it, making them empty, or emotionless. Red mana will return a creature to life briefly, but they burn out quickly.” She sighed. “The other colors of mana all have their downsides when it comes to resurrection if they are even capable of it all. Green does not have any side effects, but requires an intense devotion to the color, and decades of experience and seems to happen only randomly when nature wills it. Which is also sort of true when it comes to white mana, to a certain extent anyway.”

The woman frowned and leaned back on the bed. “I had heard tales of colorless mana, which carried not the taint of any color, and was capable of true resurrection provided it was focused properly.” She scowled suddenly. “This was apparently incorrect. Though I know not how you ended up here, as I had yet to even add the resurrection sub routines to the matrix.”

“So you're saying it was just designed to pool colorless mana, and that's it?” I inquired, prompting the woman to nod. “That is strange and unfortunate. I had hoped to get some sort of answer on why I am here.”

“I’m afraid neither of us has the answers the other seeks.” Twilight muttered with a shrug.

“True.”

We remained silent for several moments, each party internalizing this new information, and thinking our own, private thoughts on the matter. Twilight seemed to be wrestling with something, and I caught her muttering what sounded like formula under her breath a few times. She was no doubt pondering the mystery of my summoning, and not getting far, either. I personally was just wondering how I could get out of this with a new body, without having to die trying.

There were too many variables in play, however, and I dismissed such ponderings, for now, focusing on something that was bothering me. “So, I can't exactly go walking around like this. I assume you have some sort of plan in mind? A disguise, perhaps?”

“Well my hope was that the ritual would regenerate the rest of Spike’s body, but seeing as that's not an option anymore, I suppose my backup plan will have to do.” Twilight replied, before turning and pulling a chest out from under the bed.

Popping it open, I glanced over her shoulder to find that there was a set of plate mail armor within. Only it wasn't exactly polished to a shine and was instead blackened as if covered in soot or scorched by fire. Pulling it out, Twilight handed me a helmet that covered my head completely and even covered a good section of my neck. The grille on the face was welded shut by the looks of it and the entire thing appeared vaguely skeletal like it was designed after a dragon’s skull.

It was metal as hell but didn't seem like the type of thing Twilight would make or purchase. “Where did you get this?” I asked, turning the helm over in my hands and finding that it was very, very well made, even if it was completely scorched like the rest of the armor.

“An assassin was wearing it.” She replied dismissively. “The fool thought he could ambush me by a volcano wearing magic and heat-resistant armor.”

“And how did you defeat him? I don't see any holes in his armor.” I replied, turning over the breastplate in my hands.

“I drowned him in the lava he used to hide his ambush.” Twilight remarked with a frown. “The enchantments didn't survive being heated for so long, but the armor was strong, and didn't take much to bend to your body type.”

I nodded slowly as I rolled around the various pieces of armor, noting that although they seemed stretched in some places, those sections seemed as strong as the rest. The aesthetics of the armor weren't as intimidating as the helmet and seemed rather plain, other than being over-enforced. I didn't know much about armor, but it seemed excessively thick and was quite heavy, no doubt originally worn by someone quite strong.

I placed the helmet over my head after only a few seconds of struggling and noticed that my range of vision was unimpeded. Indeed, it felt and looked like I wasn't wearing a helmet at all, a strange realization, let me tell you. Whatever magical means granted my sight, seemed to adapt to the helmet, allowing me to see as if I wasn't even wearing it.

“Fascinating.” I murmured, before turning to the woman. “I don't suppose you know how to put on the rest of it, would you?”

She nodded and rose from the bed. “I took lessons, back in the day. Here, let me help you.”

Over the next few minutes, we went through the motions of armoring me, starting with an undershirt of mail, leather breeches, and armored shoes. Once dawned, I found that everything seemed to fit rather well, save for the shoes, but they were only a minor annoyance and were easily ignored. Doing a few stretches, I was able to find that my range of motion was uninhibited and that the armor itself wasn't super loud like some movies make it out to be. Nor was it overly heavy, or cumbersome, but that may have just been due to me being a zombie.

“Excellent.” I stated confidently. “Do you have a weapon, by chance?”

Twilight shook her head. “I’m afraid his weapon was lost, and the other assassins either had their weapons destroyed, or did not use one.”

I shrugged. “It could be worse I suppose. We will just have to find one somewhere along the way.”

“I suppose we will.” Twilight remarked rather unenthusiastically.

It was obvious that she still didn't trust me, but that would come with time, I figured. “Do you have a dagger or wood axe at least?” I asked, looking around the room.

The woman shook her head. “I’m afraid not. I use my magic for everything.”

“Bugger.” I muttered.

“There is something else we need to discuss.” She stated, leaning forward. “Your name, to be exact. Or what I’m going to call you anyway.”

I paused, having never truly considered the loss of my name until now. Sure it kinda sucked to have forgotten something so important, but truthfully I never really liked my name, to begin with. It was something my father gave me, and I had always hated that alcoholic prick. “I’m not sure.” I whispered, deep in thought.

“Do you need help coming up with one?” Offered the woman.

“No, I feel like I have one.” I replied, a name springing to mind unbidden. “Kazmil Kelloakizilian. But you can just call me Kaz, for short.”

The air caste woman blinked. “That certainly is a rather unique name. Where did that come from?”

I shrugged. “I don't know.”

The woman nodded knowingly. “I suppose harmony guides you after all.”

I frowned beneath the helmet. “I don't know about that, but it certainly feels right.”

“It's fitting, in a way.” She began. “A strange name for a strange person. Either way we have much to discuss, and a long road ahead of us.”

Blackened Mail. 2 generic 2 black. Artifact- Equipment. Equip creature gains +1 +3 and gains intimidate. Pay 1 colorless and 1 black, equip.

The Hunted Princess 1 generic 3 black 1 red. Legendary Creature- Alicorn. Flying, Deathtouch. Pay 3 generic, 1 red 1 black to return up to one target creature from a graveyard to the battlefield under your control. Pay 3 black and tap to destroy target colorless creature, gain three life.

Kazmil, the Returned. 4 colorless Legendary Creature- Zombie. Two colorless and tap. Kazmil deals three damage to target creature, and that creature loses all colors and abilities. If it were to die this turn, exile it instead and regenerate Kazim, the Returned. 2/3

Author's Note

This is an adoptable idea. If you like it, lemme know and I can send you what notes I had written on where it was going to go.