Fear the old blood

As the sun sets upon Equestria, within the badlands, deep underground, lies a nest. This nest is home to the changelings, whom had just returned after the defeat in Canterlot. The furious queen retreated to her chambers, wishing for some way to beat the ponies, and the horrendous beast that had slain 30 of her best warriors, and many more lesser. Little did she know, a strange presence was watching her.

Deep within the frozen north, there was nothing but snow as far as the eye could see. Within a small outpost in the middle of this horrid place, a single pony observed, looking for signs of something to come. unbeknownst to them, a slight shimmer began to form in the air, and a dark cloud began to thaw out from the ice.

Deep within the evergreen forest, as the moon rose to its apex, a strange tear appeared. Just as quickly, it disappeared, leaving behind a strange pony, with 2 claws instead of hooves on his front feet. Upon his back, a strange blade rested upon his back. When the moonlight hit it, it shown a brilliant green.

Within the abyss between dimensions, Odeon watched. Its plans were set into motion, and while the presence would pose a threat to its idea, it would make sure she did not succeed. After all, its next step had begun. Now, all it needed was to find that old soul, and its final chess piece would be on the board. Soon, he would rejoin the hunt.