Somewhere in the Everfree

The necromancer wasn't religious, but he sure as hell would curse god when something goes wrong. He sure as hell was about to right now.

He had been traveling in the direction he was pointed to but he kept seeing the same few trees. So doing something smart for once he grabs his sword and drags it through the dirt to keep him going straight.

Yet somehow he still ended back up at the same tree, at the same creek. The line went perfectly straight yet still somehow looped. It's like the forest didn't want him to leave. Like it was alive.

He hated how fast the sun and moon moved. Which was freaky fast, and then stopped in the center of the sky. Which should be impossible, one of Iskimo Newton’s laws states an object in motion must stay in motion unless acted upon by an outside force.

The sun and moon are very far away so what the actual fuck is stopping and starting them?

The second day he walked all day. Luckily he could eat grass. Sadly grass tastes bad (who would have guessed!)

The third day he woke he felt something was… off. The trees were different, he was moved in his sleep. He knew this because of the HUGE castle in front of him. It was mostly rubble but it would provide shelter.

Marching in he saw banners of the sun and moon everywhere often accompanied by an alicorn. Maybe they worshiped them as deities?

This presented an issue. Would he be worshiped? He didn't deserve that; he deserved to be exiled, to be executed. To be punished.

Then the weirdest decoration he had ever seen in any castle: a set of five rocks. That's it. Just five rocks spaced out on platforms.

What was weird was each rock radiated magic. Powerful magic that physically pained him to be near.

As he walked (trotted?) he felt them push him. He watched as his fur began to smoke; he had never seen something like this. The rocks didn't seem malicious; in fact, they seemed to be the opposite.

They radiated pure serenity. But they didn't like him. It was probably all the things he had done. Or his cursed power. Or was it the wizards lasting corruption? Who knows.

But he had a long time to figure things out so for now he would find a nice rest spot. Kids don't appreciate naps but as an adult, he needs those to do anything. He physically can't function without them.

Looking up he found his spot. No one would find him there. Even if they looked up, his dark coat would hide him. So he looked left, then right, spread his wings, and flew up. Finding a nice spot in the rafters he, despite the uncomfortable wood, fell asleep.

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They were surrounded by corpses.
A masked necromancer laughed maniacally as he slowly dragged his blade across a bound man's body. The man screamed loudly, struggling as he sobbed “Please let me go.”

His screams were ignored, the bound man reached out magically but even the dead, the one thing he could rely on in his life ignored him.

The masked necromancer enjoyed his struggle and slowly removed his mask.

They were almost the same, the only difference being the huge grin on the sword-wielding maniac's face. “They will never forgive you” the once-masked necromancer stated.

The other only continued begging “Please let me go” the bound man cried. “I never wanted to do it! He made me do it! It's not my fault!”

“But you enjoyed it so much didn't you?” the other asked while passing the bound necromancer a sword “You enjoyed hurting those that turned their back on you, you enjoyed bathing your sword in their blood.”

The captured man grabbed the sword and masterfully cut his restraints, he wanted to end this nightmare as fast as he could. He knew it was a nightmare but the pain was very real.

The necromancer didn't know it but his body was rapidly healing cut after cut that appeared out of nothing. Sealing them slowly like they never existed.

He swiftly removed the fake necromancer’s legs and then stabbed him directly in the gut.

He only felt pain, the other necromancer was never there. He felt the blade deep in his own gut. And he relished it, he felt alive, and he loved the pain. No one escapes judgment; he would make sure of it. Starting with himself. But unbeknownst to the necromancer a purple mist was seeping in from the walls.

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He awoke with a gasp. He quickly noticed the room was very different. For one there was an alicorn. It had a black coat, and a malicious aura, and wore dark blue armor. They looked to be a bit shorter than him. But it was hard to tell.

They also were surrounded by the magic rocks. They were all broken. That alicorn was for sure the bad guy.

The second thing was six ponies: two pegasi, two featureless ponies, and two unicorns. They were wearing odd jewelry that radiated the same magic as the rocks. Just ten times as powerful.

Shaking off his grogginess he listened in and immediately regretted it.

The purple unicorn was MONOLOGUING. Villainy 101: don't monologue. If your opponent monologues use it to your advantage. And looking at the alicorn they were trying something.

The alicorn quickly shot off a shot of potent magic. His head was overcome with the screams of the dead, he couldn't think their voices were overpowering. A skeleton half uncovered itself pulling on his magic to raise himself and revealed itself.

It would look like a human skeleton if not for the horns sprouting from its skull. It crossed its arms and tanked the magic blow before staring emotionless ahead.

The alicorn was outraged. The others were shocked, standing still and not moving.

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Magic leaves a trace. This trace can be used to determine who cast which spell.
Nightmare Moon was furious.

Not only was necromancy banned. But that magic trace was familiar. At first, it looked like a unique magic trace like it was supposed to.

But as she dug deeper she saw similarities to another magic trace she knew.

A long time ago, when she went by a different name. There was an empire. Ruled by a tyrant who sought to take over Equestria.

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Twilight didn't know what to do. Necromancy was illegal so who would do such a thing? Also, how was she supposed to think happy thoughts when she was staring at a corpse

Was this some kind of test? Did Celestia do this? Twilight didn't think Celestia would do illegal magic, not even to test her.

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The Necromancer felt the magic drain from the magic necklaces “No no no no no I did something bad didn't I?” he muttered under his breath

He could have chosen a magic shield. He could have redirected the shot; he could have jumped down and blocked it with his shield. But the dead call on him just as much as he calls on them.

And at that moment all the dead were screaming at him to stop it. Stop the magic. With all the dead working together they were able to grab some of his magic to raise one skeleton.

Now he definitely knew the alicorn was evil. The dead don't get that insistent over anything short of the death of a king.

The dead usually shout their voiceless call just to be heard. Even in Volcano Town the dead just wanted to feel again. To be heard.

He could command the dead to do anything, but they can say no. So he needed a dead creature that wanted something he could give them or believed he would give them.

But here they called him for a genuine purpose and stole some of his magic from right under his nose! Sadly the damage was done and no one could fix it now.

The dead reached greedily from the ground holding the alicorn in place and forcefully blocked her magic. He could only hope that the others would use the gems.

The yellow pegasus looked horrified, the blue one was putting on a brave face but looked ready to bolt. The white unicorn almost fainted. The purple unicorn was about to throw up. The pink pony was… why were they smiling?

Oh god please don't say they are like the pink knight. He fears no knight, but that THING, it scares him.

The orange pony seemed almost familiar to him though. Like he knew them somehow. But that is entirely impossible. He's never met this pony in his life.

Slowly they recovered from their shock and slowly he felt the magic begin building in the jewelry again.

The alicorn would have been shouting profanity if not for the skeletons coating her entire body. Her eyes went wide as she watched the ponies begin to float.

Chalk it up to magic and be done with it half his brain shouted. The other kept asking how. Suddenly they shot a huge rainbow. Dear god, he was about to have flashbacks.

He felt the pain of the alicorn. Rainbows should be considered a deadly weapon and banned in every country. It should be a war crime to use one.

He noticed they all passed out so he jumped down to finish the alicorn himself. But instead of the alicorn he expected he saw a smaller alicorn.

One look at them told him it was a she. She had a dark blue coat. She lacked the malicious aura. And she was corrupted.

Whatever that rainbow was, it cleaned up the corruption. But it was trying to crawl back into her.

He would recognize that corruption anywhere. It belonged to the monster.

Author's Note

This might just suck because i wrote this instead of sleeping.