“Are you certain this is the place, Chancellor?”
The sniveling doubt of Snails pierced Neighsay’s ears as he surveyed the wasteland before him, ignoring the cowardly cretin behind him.
The former settlement, now christened Hollow Shades, clung to the land like a rotting wound. Houses, once filled with the sounds of joy and ponies eager to greet the day, stood as charred skeletons that swayed and creaked against the nighttime wind. Dying weeds and dust laid their claim to the surrounding fields. Cobblestone roads, formerly pristine, now lay upended. Bleached bones, once flesh, and blood ponies remained in some ruins or scattered about from the feast of former scavengers.
He turned his attention to the parchment clutched in his hands, carefully plotting the following action.
“Yeah, how can we be sure he’s even here?” The other fool, Snips, had to chime in what would pass for thought, drawing an exhausted sigh from his lips.
He turned towards his less-than-intelligent cohorts, eyeing them with a sneer of intellectual superiority.
“This is where Star Swirl the Bearded had managed to seal our master away for the last decade.” A mare’s voice responded before Neighsay could lecture his minions. All eyes turned to a unicorn mare, draped in an elegant cloak that obscured most of her features save for her periwinkle muzzle.
“Indeed my dear,” Neighsay replied, pointing to a spot on the map for the two of lesser intelligence. “The mage, though vigorous in the manipulation of mana, didn’t have the strength necessary to eradicate our master, only temporarily transposing him into a void beyond our plane of reality.”
Both stallions looked at each other, then back towards Neighsay, their eyes dull and as vacant as they could be. He sighed again, rubbing his thumb and index finger against his eyes as the two brain-dead stallions before him couldn’t register the explanation. One would wonder how they lived as long as they did without so much as a brain cell between them. He collected his thoughts, shuddering internally at the thought of dumbing down any of his words for the sake of them.
“Star Swirl put our master here because he couldn’t kill him. So, instead, he locked the master away. We need to unlock the door and let our master back in. Now you understand?”
The pair vacantly nodded in reply, eliciting another sigh.
“Good, now hand me the rope,” Neighsay commanded, turning to the well in the center of what remained of the city.
Despite all the ruination and blight of the settlement, the central well remained remarkably intact. A stylized shadowy figure etched into the brickwork was visible, a warning to deter the ever-curious tomb raider or curious foal foolish enough to brave the ruins.
But not this day. One of the bunglers provided the requested rope correctly, a rare sign of competence.
Neighsay quickly secured a section of the cord around a stone jutting from the earth. He turned to his hench ponies, gesturing to the mare of the group as he handed her a section of rope to begin her descent.
“Ocellus and I shall enter first.” He started as she went down into the chamber. “Once we are at the bottom, you then shall, one at a time, climb down the rope after us. Think you can manage that?”
They responded with a salute or would have had their hands not collided with the other’s face.
“Idiots.” Neighsay could only think as he repelled down after Ocellus to the bottom of the well. Rather than earth and water awaiting his arrival, instead lay a large antechamber. Ornate columns stretched the room's length, and flickering torch lights and shadows danced along the walls and floor. As he proceeded, mosaics depicting ancient battles sprawled along the pathway. Warriors and gods, hordes of monsters and ancient evils beyond the veils of time and history itself.
“Marvelous is it not?” He inquired, a smile parted his lips, admiration for such craftsmanship swelling in his chest. “It would be a pride to display in my art collection.”
After the private art tour, he reached the end of the chamber, a large stone doorway greeting him. Carved into the stone, a swirling spiral of shadows, the sigil of his most gracious master. No handle or lock appeared in sight, but there was always a way to open a door.
He looked to Ocellus, who had begun placing all the necessary artifacts around a ritual circle, carefully ensuring each was in its proper alignment.
“Are you sure this spell will open the way for our master?” He asked Ocellus as she finished laying the final artifact in place.
“Do you doubt the word and guidance of our lord, Neighsay?” Ocellus asked back, standing to meet him muzzle to muzzle. Before he could respond, a sudden thud drew his gaze.
Snails dropped into the chamber, his cohort Snips not far behind, landing on his back.
Neighsay could barely sigh as he returned to Ocellus.
“I have no doubts for our master my dear.” He replied while his hench ponies stumbled to meet them. He leaned to her, muzzle close to her ear. “My doubts though are their place in his grand design.”
“Those two will have their part to play in this, as you do now, Chancellor.” She assured, stepping aside for him.
Once all was in order, Neighsay stepped into the center of the summoning circle, focusing all his magical energy on the artifacts.
The points glowed with brilliant light, and the stones levitated. The room shuddered and shook. Snips and Snails stumbled and tried to keep their balance while he remained rooted like a mighty tree. The power flowed towards the massive stone door, swirling into the sigil.
With a flash of lightning, the door shattered into pieces. The debris rained down as his cronies ducked and made for any cover they could find while Neighsay and Ocellus remained safe behind a magical force field.
“Snips! Snails! Come forth!” Neighsay bellowed as the smoke and dust began to settle. The trembling clatter of their footsteps echoed behind him as all settled, revealing a gaping darkness beyond the doorway. An ancient musk wafted from within, as did the silence.
The minutes passed, and the silence remained. Neighsay furrowed his brow, the magic shield dissipating.
“I thought you said this would work?” He turned to Ocellus in increasing worry. Her silence further incensed him as he gazed into the abyss before him. The efforts he'd gone through, meticulous tracking of the runestones, deceptions, payoffs, and the occasional slit throat. And all for what? An empty tomb of a dead god? He turned his fury to Snips and Snails.
“You two, get in there and find the master.” He demanded of his stooges, grabbing them by their tunic collars and throwing them into the chamber.
Snips and Snails vanished into the pitch blackness, and the sound of them hitting the floor echoed.
Two faint glows of their magical energy appeared like little fireflies in a meadow. Neighsay watched as the pair split off, searching each side of the inner chamber, their footsteps reverbing as they inched their way around.
One glow evaporated like a snuffed candle. The second glimmer ran to the other side, then all around the room, trying desperately to find its partner. Neighsay could only watch as the additional glow vanished. No scream, no noise of any kind.
Neighsay cautiously inched to the doorway; the curiosity and the utter silence piqued his macabre interest.
Glowing white eyes answered him. He recoiled as they marched to the entrance. A chilling air ran up his spine as an arm wreathed in ancient darkness clasped the stone frame, followed by an armored foot stepping out into the antechamber.
“He has risen.” Ocellus chimed, taking a knee as Neighsay stood aghast in ecstasy.
His smile and eyes widened as the shadowy figure stepped entirely into view. Blackened armor covered the ethereal form of an imposing stallion. The figure stood two heads above Neighsay. Its mane and tail billowed and flickered like clouds of smoke, as did the cloak clasped around its neck. The horn jutting from the skull curved like a saber, glinting in what little light there was.
Its glowing gaze turned its attention to Ocellus and Neighsay, who promptly prostrated himself before the figure.
“Who dares come before me?” The figure began, its voice wispy and soft. “Who dares impress themselves before the Lord of Shadows, the Living Void, Emperor of the Abyss?”
“Your most humble servants, Lord Stygian,” Neighsay replied, cranking his neck to meet his master’s cold gaze. “I am Chancellor Neighsay of-”
“How long have I been imprisoned in this wretched tomb?” Stygian inquired as Neighsay rose to his feet.
“Ten years, master,” Neighsay answered, coughing into his fist before recomposing himself. “In those ten years, the world as you know it has-”
“A mere blink of an eye to one as eternal as I.” Stygian interrupted, stepping further into the chamber. “What matters is I am free to continue my reign on this mortal world once more and seek vengeance upon he who has imprisoned me.” He turned his attention to Ocellus, who promptly stood before him.
“You have done well, child.” He praised Ocellus as she shed her cloak.
Neighsay reeled back in surprise as Ocellus changed before his eyes. The periwinkle fur shifted to a hard-blackened carapace. Wings of a thin membrane sprouted from her back. Her light pink mane turned a sickly green. Her horn, once straight, bent and twisted.
“You flatter me, my master.” She replied, her soft voice now deeper in pitch and sounding like a chorus of voices at once.
“Prepare your armies Chrysalis,” Stygian demanded. “We march onto Canterlot.”
“At once my lord,” Chrysalis replied, beating her wings with an audible buzz as she flew out through the well while Stygian marched towards his long-awaited freedom.
Neighsay followed, attempting to keep pace with Stygian, who, despite being imprisoned for so long, managed to stay steps ahead.
“My Lord, wait!” He barked, trying to gain his attention. “I have dedicated the last decade to free you from this prison! I-”
Before he could complete his plea, a sharp, searing pain coursed in his chest. Neighsay stared in horror as a long black tendril burrowed into his flesh, oozing darkness crept along his body, and faint gasps of air escaped his lungs.
“Shall continue to serve my whims.”
******
“Sir, another village reported an army of monsters on the march.” The Captain of the guard debriefed, handing Star Swirl yet another scroll.
“This makes the tenth one within two months.” Star Swirl replied, taking the scroll in hand as he and the Captain sauntered down the castle hall. He unfurled the parchment and skimmed through the contents, worry and dread creeping up his spine. “Casualties?”
“Five thousand this time sir.” The Captain replied with a tremble in his voice. “Survivor statements have also confirmed that those casualties have been raised, shambling along and growing the enemy ranks. Others were simply corrupted by some form of black magic.”
Star Swirl sighed, folding the scroll and tucking it into his pocket as he reached an opulent door, a sigil of the sun emblazoned upon the wood. He turned to the Captain, a hand firmly gripping the pauldron.
“Has the royal family been evacuated?” He pondered, trying his best to hide the fear within.
“Yes sir.” The Captain quickly assured. “We’ve had them moved to the sanctuary as ordered.” Star Swirl nodded in approval before turning his attention to the door before him.
“Triple the number of soldiers at all entry points into the city.” He ordered, one hand clasping the ornamental doorknob. “Begin civilian evacuations quickly and ferry them to the airships. I want this threat dealt with now Captain.”
“At once sir.” The Captain replied, saluting him before leaving to carry out the commands.
Star Swirl turned the knob, heaving the door open and revealing a large room. The chamber was littered with many volumes of books, all spread around and open to varying texts of a wide range of knowledge. In the center stood a lavender foal, hands loosely holding a wooden sword in one hand, resting the other on top of the pommel.
“Twilight.” He called to her as he crossed into the interior. “Twilight we have to get going.”
“But why father?” Twilight whined in protest, her youthful purple eyes tearfully gazing at him. “You promised we’d train today.”
“I know, my dear,” Star Swirl said, his voice softening. Before he could continue, her sad eyes and quivering lower lip ultimately broke him down. He gently reached out and ruffled her mane, a small smile playing on his lips.
He sighed, then lightly chuckled, taking another wooden sword in hand.
“Alright, let’s try this again, my dear pupil.” Star Swirl instructed Twilight as she inhaled, readying herself for another round of sparring. She clutched the wooden sword tightly in her fist, centering her stance. Her eyes followed Star Swirl as he circled her like a lone predator with cornered prey. The taller, older stallion casually paced while she remained rooted, or as rooted as a young filly could be. Beads of sweat trickled from her brow. His footsteps echoed through the castle chamber, mirroring her heartbeats.
With a flick-like lightning, Star Swirl swung his blade. Twilight dodged right and replied with her swing. The wooden blades clacked against each other, his reflex sharper than hers despite advanced age.
The swords uncrossed, Twilight attempted to strike his chest, which met with his parry instead. Her horn glowed, magical energy charging for a quick blast. She fired, though Star Swirl’s burst countered her bolt.
The wooden swords continued to clack and clash throughout the castle foyer. Beams of magic energy zapped and zipped, dissipating against each other.
Swords crossed again, Twilight heavily panting as she locked blades with Star Swirl.
“Good, my child,” he proudly proclaimed, a smile pursing his lips. “You're doing much better than our last session.”
Her eyes widened, and the warmth of pride radiated throughout her body as she smiled. The sudden hit to her calves and the pull of gravity, however, brought her back to her senses and onto the marble floor. A breath of surprise escaped her lungs as the tip of the wooden sword poked her sternum.
“And that is the match.” Star Swirl triumphantly declared, quickly sheathing the practice sword as he extended his free hand to assist Twilight back to her feet.
She grasped his hand, dropping her sword as she stood while he continued to impart his aged wisdom on the young filly.
“Pride cometh before a fall, my dearest,” he started as he brushed the dust off her tunic. “Hubris is the enemy of humility. One should always strive to be humble in defeat, gracious in triumph, and wise in rectifying mistakes.”
“Yes, father.” She replied, retrieving her training blunt and sheathing it like his.
He chuckled, patting her shoulder. “That's my girl.”
Their ears perked to the creak and groan of the chamber doors opening, an alabaster mare stepping through the entryway. Both smiled at the approaching mare, Twilight bursting into a full gallop in contrast to the mare’s calm saunter.
“Mother!” she chirped, her arms quickly trapping the leg of the mare’s regal gown. The mare chuckled, lightly tussling Twilight’s lavender mane as Star Swirl closed the distance between himself and her. The two embraced, their lips briefly sparked as Star Swirl caressed her cheek.
“And how is our little paladin in training?” The mare inquired, her cerulean eyes gazing at Twilight, who still had a grip on her leg.
“She’s come quite a ways, my dear Velvet.” Star Swirl answered, a smile beaming with pride. “In time, who knows? She may even become a greater warrior than-”
Another set of doors heaved open, followed by a thundering clatter of armored stallions galloping towards the three. Twilight hid behind Velvet’s leg, peeking to catch a quartet of stallions clad in golden armor addressing Star Swirl.
“Sir!” The Captain barked, inhaling deep gulps of air. “An army of shades and monsters approaches south of the city.”
“Are you certain, Captain?” Star Swirl inquired, hand firmly resting on the stallion’s pauldron.
“Positive, Sir.” He unhesitantly responded. “I have a battalion holding them on the main roadway. The rest of my troops are-”
A thundering blast interrupted, knocking three soldiers to the ground before Star Swirl could cast his shield. Debris bounced off the shimmering bubble, and dust clouded the chamber. As the stallions rose to their feet and the dust settled, soldiers clad in blackened armor forced their way through.
The two groups clashed, steel sparking and clanging against steel. Amid the chaos, Star Swirl observed the familiar form of Neighsay enter the fray, whips of living shadow dancing from his fingertips and eyes. With a flick of the wrist, Neighsay cast forth a tendril of darkness, trapping one of the defending sentries. Before he could counter the action, he witnessed the tendril reel in what appeared to be the stallion’s soul, ripping it away as the physical body collapsed to the floor.
The blackened knights, just as swiftly, slashed and stabbed the others; their bodies dropped to the floor with streaks of crimson ooze staining their otherwise pristine armor. Before they could advance upon the captain, brilliant lights struck them center mass, golden lightning coursing around their shadowy bodies as they screamed in agony.
As they fell to the ground, Star Swirl exited his shield, sword drawn in defense and hand sparking with magical energy.
“Captain, I need you to take them out of here.” Star Swirl commanded, briefly turning to face Velvet. “My dear, it’s time. You know what to do.”
She nodded, scooping up Twilight in her arms as the captain ran to their side, ushering them out of the room, Twilight’s cries for her father echoing as they left.
He turned again to face Neighsay; the dark energy swirled around his body as the chancellor laughed demonically.
“You might have stopped me once, mage, but you won't stop me again!” Neighsay boasted. The shadowy magic billowed out of him, and the cloud reformed into the shape of Stygian, a shimmering black great sword held tightly in his grip as Neighsay’s body fell with a thud.
“As long as light shines on our world and hope springs eternal, your evil will never win!” Star Swirl shot back, charging at his foe with full force. Their blades clashed and scraped against one another, sparks dancing between them as they locked themselves into combat.
***
“This way, Captain!” Velvet ordered as she galloped down the long, marbled hallway, veering to the left, forcing open the wooden door to another chamber while struggling to keep Twilight from squirming out of her grasp.
“Let me go! Let me go!” Twilight demanded, flailing her legs and pounding her fists against Velvet’s back in a tantrum. Velvet ignored her protests, passing her off to the captain as she entered the nearly empty chamber. Like many before, the room bore bare white walls and a glistening crystal window. Unlike its brothers, however, in the center of this one chamber stood a wooden and glass cabinet. A great sword sheathed in a glimmering scabbard bearing the stylized symbol of the sun hung within it.
One well-placed swing of her fist and the glass shattered into fragments. She hastily lifted the sword from its moorings, leaving the room just as quickly.
“Hurry, Captain, we must go to the docks.” She ordered. “If we're lucky, the ship will be ready to depart.” The Captain nodded in response, shifting the still-struggling Twilight onto his shoulder while following Velvet close behind.
***
Fire and chaos swept through the city under the moonlight. Monsters and ponies swirling with twisted shadow magic carved swaths of death in their wake. Bodies of friends and foes littered the streets, and the collected red and black blood washed into the storm drains. Young Twilight could only gaze in horror and confusion, her young mind struggling to process the chaos as the captain and Velvet raced down the city streets to the pier.
What was happening? Why? Is Father OK? The thoughts overwhelmed her as tears ran down her face.
“There’s the ship!” Velvet called out from behind her. “Hurry, Captain!” She could feel the captain’s pace accumulate, and his breathing grew harsher and heavier as he galloped with all his strength. As they ran, a fluttering shadow darted out of the corner of her sight. She tried following it, but wherever she looked, the shadow would bolt behind a building or box.
The captain’s speed slowed, signaling they were near their destination, as did the scents of propeller oil, refined magical essence, and wood wax in the air. As the captain came to a trot, the shadow following them sprang from the darkness.
Though equine in shape, moonlight gleamed off its carapace, and its wings buzzed as it hovered. Twilight recognized it from one of her father's bestiaries, a changeling. She screamed, feeling the captain turn to face this new threat.
“Velvet, take the girl!” He barked, swiftly unsheathing his blade as more changelings joined their comrade. “I’ll hold them off as long as I can!”
A familiar glow of magic surrounded Twilight’s body, lifting her off the captain’s shoulder and pulling her towards Velvet, who quickly wrapped the young filly in her arms.
As they ran towards the gangplank, Twilight watched the swarm descend upon the captain, who furiously slashed and stabbed those who came close, severing limbs and heads with each swing. For all that fell by his sword, more soon surrounded him, engulfing him in a buzzing black cloud. She stretched out her hand, hoping she could somehow save him. Among the furious buzz, his dying scream echoed as Velvet made it to the ship's deck.
The propeller roared and hummed to life as the ship lifted away into the night sky. Twilight jumped from her mother’s arms in a mad dash to the edge of the deck. The glow of fires and the billowing of smoke were all she could see as they floated away from the city. Tears rolled down her face as she knelt upon the deck, hands tightly clutching the railing.
“Daddy, no.” She sobbed, curling into a ball, thoughts racing throughout her mind. Her home, her people, and her father were all taken within the night. The familiar warmth of her mother's hand gently caressed her cheek, wiping away the tears. Through wetted eyes, she gazed upon her mother, also weeping for those they lost.
“We must be strong, my dear,” Velvet said through tears. “Strong for your father and all the Equestrians counting on us, depending on you, my child.” She wrapped Twilight in a warm embrace, stroking her mane and patting her back.
Twilight could only weep into Velvet’s arms, unsure of her future or where they were heading now.
As she drifted asleep, exhausted from all the stresses and shock, Velvet smiled.
The future of their world rested in this young filly cradled in her arms, and the sacred blade, she hoped, would deem her daughter righteous and noble.
*******
“Back to work, slave!” A large Diamond Dog barked as his lash split and cracked the air. Star Swirl obeyed, pushing the large iron bar in front of him, which, in turn, spun a heavy iron wheel. Erected at the heart of the mechanism was a crude effigy of Stygian, keeping its cold gaze upon all who labored underneath the castle caverns. He groaned and strained, his aged muscles screaming in agony as he turned the wheel. The chains linking his arms clanked and rattled. What will still burned within him attempted to channel his magic to break his bonds, though the sudden sharp sting of lighting from within the ring clasped onto his horn dashed any hope of a quick escape.
Whips snapped, and picks clinked and rattled against the glittering gems littering the mines. Ponies of every race labored, breaking their backs to dig and pull heavy loads to and fro. All had grown ragged and weary, their spirits utterly broken. Those who collapsed onto the harsh earth and could no longer stand lay in defeat as the Diamond Dogs kicked and lashed at them, their only hope being a fatal blow to send them into the arms of their goddess and her eternal paradise.
“Break!” The brutish mongrel ordered as Star Swirl dropped to his knees, his breaths heavy and deep. He held up his trembling hands. Once a pinnacle of strength despite his age, now he withered and wasted away as his torture reached its decade.
The soft trot of footsteps grabbed his weary attention. One of the younger mares, equally as ragged and malnourished as the others, knelt beside him, a bowl of water cupped in her hands. The lash cracked, striking the mare’s hands and knocking the water bowl to the ground; the cavern floor soaked up the life-giving liquid.
“None for him!” The Diamond Dog snarled as the mare winced in agony. Star Swirl gathered what strength he could muster and stood between the pair, narrowing his tired but fiery gaze to the slave driver. The enormous beast sneered, his large hand quickly wrapped around Star Swirl’s neck, lifting him off his feet.
“Still got some fight left in you, old mage?” He cruelly crackled as Star Swirl’s stony gaze remained. The slaver cast him into a wall with brute strength, the harsh rock stabbing at his elder flesh as he gasped, dropping to his knees. The guard smiled and snickered while he began to flourish and work his wrist, building the whip’s momentum. “We’ll see how much fire your pathetic old body will have left in it when I'm gnawing on your bones!” The slave driver raised his arm, ready to deal a brutal blow.
A slash rent the air, and a scream followed. Star Swirl could only stare as his tormentor’s arm separated from his body, the limb crashing to the ground still clutching the lash. The slave driver clasped the stump, fresh blood bleeding onto his paw as he turned, snarling at whoever dared to wound him. The glittering tip of a sword pushed through his chest and out his back, and a dying gasp of air escaped his body as he knelt on the cavern floor.
“It can't be.” Star Swirl hoarsely uttered, eyes widened in surprise and joy as they beheld his savior, a lavender unicorn mare in shimmering white armor, a stylized sun cresting the cuirass. He rose as she removed her sword from his torturer's chest, his eyes flooding with tears. “Twilight?”
“Kill the bitch!” Another slaver barked as Star Swirl witnessed a horde of the Diamond Dogs descend upon her. Those enslaved ponies who had the strength left in them tackled a few of their oppressors, violently and wildly swinging on them with all their might. The rest continued to charge Twilight, swinging their swords and whips with reckless abandon and overconfidence.
Star Swirl watched in pride and shock as Twilight cut down the first few to reach her with precision and a warrior elegance; their bodies dropped limp to the ground as she dodged the next Diamond Dog blade, her horn aglow with a magenta aura. A beam erupted forth, striking the slave driver in his chest. The magical energy surrounded her hand next, and with a flourish of her wrist, the last of the Diamond Dogs were lifted into the air, striking the stalactites that peppered the cavern roof.
As they breathed their last, Twilight hurried to Star Swirl’s side; her gauntleted hand caressed his withered cheek.
“Father.” She spoke, choking back a tear as a warm glowing energy wreathed around her hand.
“Twilight, my child.” Star Swirl hoarsely replied, stretching out his hand, the weakened appendage returning the gentle caress. Though exhausted from the torturous labor, he could hear her chanting a familiar incantation as the magical energy surged and glowed even brighter. He gasped for air, back arching as a powerful sensation coursed through his battered body. Where limbs and muscles were weak, strength flowed through them. His hands, thin and withered from malnutrition, were restored to fullness.
With a quick heave, he was yanked to his feet as the other enslaved gathered around, a collective mutter whispering among them. A sharp clang caught his ears, his shackle chains now split in twain and the cuffs themselves cracked open like oyster shells, dropping to the cavern floor with a thud.
Star Swirl gazed at Twilight, tears of joy and pride swelling in them as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight fatherly embrace.
“I had hoped you would return to us, my dearest,” he said, a slight tremble in his voice as she returned the gesture and removed the dampening ring from his horn.
“It was as you planned and prepared me for, father,” she replied, turning to the crowd surrounding them. The weary and broken masses before her weakly smiled in delight, her mere presence the beacon of hope they’d longed for in what felt like an eternity. She turned back to Star Swirl, her hand resting upon his shoulder.
“What has he done to our lands? Our people?”
Star Swirl sighed, trying to compose himself before he hardened his gaze.
“Stygian and his forces of darkness swept over the lands like a plague,” he began, trembling with sorrow and regret in his voice. “Many lives were lost. Others turned on us, bowing to him in the hope they’d be spared or tainted by his promises of power. Those of us who resisted were made to suffer labor, digging up the land's wealth and resources to increase his power. He seeks to-”
“I won’t let him win,” Twilight interrupted, unsheathing her sword to the awe of the crowd. “For with the might of Celestia and the power of this sacred blade, I shall slay this foul demon and restore our lands!”
While the crowd cheered and rejoiced in her decree, Star Swirl raised a weathered hand, silencing them. “Twilight, my dear,” he said sternly. “I understand your drive and determination, but do not let pride cloud your judgment. I, too, once thought I could single-handedly vanquish the darkness, only to see my actions lead to the ruin you now witness.”
He placed a hand on her shoulder, his eyes heavy with the burden of past regrets. “The darkness we face is greater than any one pony, no matter how powerful. It will take unity, humility, and the wisdom of all if we are to have any hope of reclaiming what is lost.” Twilight opened her mouth to protest, but Star Swirl continued. “You are strong, my dear, but do not let your strength become your downfall. It was my arrogance that allowed Stygian to exist. I won’t see you repeat my errors.”
Twilight listened intently to Star Swirl's words, her expression shifting from determination to contemplation. She knew he spoke from a place of hard-earned wisdom, scarred by the mistakes of the past.
"I understand, father," she said softly, cupping his aged hands in hers. "The burden you've carried all these years must have been immense. But I cannot turn away when our land and our people suffer under Stygian's tyranny. I will face this darkness, but I will do so with the humility you speak of."
Twilight stepped forward and embraced the old wizard, holding him tight. "Thank you for your counsel. I will not forget it as I go to confront this evil." She pulled back, her eyes shining with resolve. "I promise I will set things right, no matter the cost."
Star Swirl nodded solemnly, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small, bittersweet smile. "I pray you succeed where I failed, my dear. But heed my warning - Stygian's power is cunning and deceptive. Be ever vigilant, for he will stop at nothing to maintain his hold on our land."
Twilight placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I will, father. For the sake of our people, I cannot afford to make the same mistakes." She turned, her armor gleaming in the cavern's torchlight, and began making her way towards the exit, the freed slaves parting to let her pass.
As Twilight disappeared into the tunnel, Star Swirl watched after her, a mixture of pride and trepidation in his gaze. "May the light of Celestia guide your path, my dear," he whispered. "For you will need it to navigate the darkness that lies ahead."
******
Twilight stood before the Canterlot Castle, but the sight that greeted her filled her heart with a cold fury. What was once the gleaming testament to Equestria’s majesty had been turned into a grim, oppressive fortress. Once pristine marble walls now bore scorch marks and cracks, the scars of a brutal assault. Banners bearing the shadowy sigil of Stygian hung ominously from the ramparts, flapping in the chill wind. Changelings in their black carapace armor and Thestrals patrolled the grounds, their expressions hardened by the weight of their conquest.
Twilight could sense the dark magic permeating the very air, tainting the once pure energy of the castle. But it wasn't the magic that fueled her rage, it was the knowledge that Stygian, the very being who had threatened Equestria's peace, was within those walls. She wouldn't let him get away with this. She would face him, even if it meant risking everything.
She slipped through a side entrance, unnoticed by the guards, and navigated the darkened corridors. The castle was eerily quiet, the only sounds were the distant echoes of changeling voices and the creaking of ancient stone. She moved with a practiced stealth, her feet barely making a sound on the cold stone floor. She knew these halls well, having spent countless hours exploring them as a filly. She used her knowledge of the castle's layout to her advantage, weaving through shadows and avoiding patrols. Her eyes darted, searching for any sign of Stygian's presence. She could feel his dark magic pulsing through the castle, a beacon in the oppressive darkness.
She reached the grand staircase leading to the throne room, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. The heavy oak doors were guarded by two imposing changelings, their eyes gleaming with malice. Twilight knew she couldn't simply walk past them. She needed to find another way. She scanned the walls, her eyes catching on a small, almost invisible, ventilation shaft leading into the throne room. It was a risky move, but it was her only chance. She squeezed through the narrow opening, feeling the cold, dusty air against her skin. She crawled through the shaft, her greaves scraping against the rough stone, until she reached the other side.
She emerged into the throne room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room was as grand as she remembered, but now it was draped in an oppressive darkness. Changelings stood guard around the throne, their eyes fixed on the figure seated upon it. It was Stygian, his form radiating an aura of malevolent power. He was surrounded by a swirling vortex of dark magic, a tangible representation of his evil. Twilight felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. She drew her sword, its tip glowing with a faint light, and charged into the room, ready to face the darkness head-on.
“Stygian!” Twilight shouted as she raced towards the throne. The changelings guarding the throne turned, eyes widened in surprise as Twilight burst into the room. They charged at her, twisted black swords drawn and their wings furiously buzzed. With a few precise and quick slashes, she felled them easily as she reached the throne, Stygian laughing in amusement.
“A bold little filly aren’t we?” He gloated as Twilight closed the distance and leaped into the air. “Your pathetic blade may have slain my minions but it won’t harm-” A sudden sharp burning pain greeted his shoulder as she landed. The wound smoldered like fire-consuming tinder as he knocked her away, roaring in pain, the holy magic burning his ancient evil form.
Twilight managed to land on her feet, sword raised once more to strike as Stygian clutched the wound, his black magic working to heal it.
“Remember this sting, demon?” She boasted, her voice filled with determination. “It’s the same pain my father inflicted on you decades ago, and now I do so again in his name and the name of my people.”
Stygian snarled, his white eyes burning with an ancient rage as he conjoined his blade of darkness, rising to meet her.
“Foolish little filly.” He sneered. “Neither he nor the sword had the power to slay me forever, and neither will you.”
He lunged forward, his blade a blur of dark energy. Twilight met his attack with a practiced grace, her blade deflecting his blows. The clash of steel echoed through the throne room, a symphony of light and darkness.
Spells entwined with each other in deadly dance as slashes were exchanged, their respective magics sealing them closed as they continued to press the advantage one gained over the other, looking to be the victor in this contest of might and will.
A final clatter of steel thundered throughout the throne chamber, with a demonic scream in pain to follow as Twilight’s holy blade slashed through Stygian’s body, his sword shattered into pieces. He knelt to the ground, coughing up black blood as his arms hugged his chest, the wound burning.
Stygian turned to face the steeled and determined gaze of Twilight, sword held high as she readied the killing strike. He laughed, his black blood spattering on the tile.
“You may have beaten me today, but in the future I shall destroy you.” He boasted, a devilish smile plastering his face.
“You have no future, demon.” Twilight shot back, her grip tightening on the handle as she prepared the decisive blow.
“I disagree.” Stygian smirked, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. He raised his hand, a swirling vortex of dark energy forming in his palm. Twilight charged at him, aiming for his chest to deliver a final, fatal attack.
But as she neared, Stygian’s eyes narrowed. He unleashed the dark energy, a wave of pure evil that engulfed the throne room. Twilight closed her eyes, bracing for the impact. But the pain never came. Instead, she felt a strange sensation, a dizzying rush as if she were being pulled through a vortex. She opened her eyes, only to find herself surrounded by swirling colors, a kaleidoscope of light and shadow. The throne room was gone, replaced by a chaotic maelstrom of energy. She was falling, tumbling through a void of time and space.
“Do not worry, paladin, you will see me again.” Stygian’s voice echoed through the void as Twilight screamed. “But next time, you will not be so fortunate.”
