I'm Sorry Sombra

"How can you possibly condemn the madman when you can't even forgive the lion for having to eating meat to survive.  Do you think the lion chooses to eat the flesh of another to survive, or is that just the nature of the beast?"

It had been roughly half an hour since the spell was performed and by now I found myself nestled on top of the couch behind me, the spirit upstairs allowed it, I figured we were becoming friends by now.  I was quickly falling asleep as my eyes grew heavier by the minute, the sounds of the howling winds combined with the cracking of the fireplace was surprisingly sleep inducing.  My joints were healing as I slouched to find a position that was comfortable for me, I was no longer cross legged but rather I was sprawled out along the sofa, the lower half off my body as well as my tail hung off of the opposite end of the couch.  Like I confessed before, my species was 5x larger than the ponies that lived in Equestria, and I was paying the price for it.

Almost when I just ready to drift off to sleep, I heard a voice mutter, my eyes shot back open and I glanced back down at Sombra.  His mouth began moving and his eyes strained to open themselves as he slowly lifted his head.  He was starting to wake up,  his mind began to reactivate itself.  I watched as he finally got his eyes open, though I could tell he was blinded at first even in this dark room.  Sombra repositioned his hind legs as well as his front legs and began standing up on his shaking legs, all the while he uttered,

"Am I... alive...?  Where... where am I?"  His eyes were still trying to function properly, they were fresh, like a newborns, consequently he was blinded by light for the time being, his eyes drifted all around the room, waiting for something to jump out at him.  I didn't see any reason to move from my comfortable position, so from the couch I spoke back to him,

"You are in fact alive, just as we agreed, Sombra..."  I chuckled a bit and added, "You had me scared for a moment there, I thought for sure you were going to get the Crystal Heart..."  He was finally up on his back hind legs but still struggling to stand on his front pair of legs.  Until I spoke to him he was utterly dazed, starring into random spots all along the room, after I spoke though, his focus went almost directly towards me, though I knew he couldn't see me yet, he could tell where I was with respect to himself.  His armor was gone, his mane still flowed in the way it used too, like a black flame, his eyes were still like a cat's, but something about him seemed different, softer.  He wobbled back and forth on his legs, trying to gain his balance while shaking his head in an attempt to clear his vision.

Sombra let out a low grumble as his vision finally came through, his head popped back up and his stance had finally straightened out.  His attention was thrown back towards me as he faced towards me.  I braced myself for the worst, I suspected he would be angry because I made him do something he didn't want to do in the slightest, but for some reason, I sensed not even the faintest trace of anger in his aura, no, he was actually sad.  Sombra shot me a look of professionalism and indifference, he boomed in his low menacing tone,

"So... I guess you are good for your word after all, I can't believe you made me do that...," he looked around the room again, "Where are we anyway?"  Sombra's vision was cast out the thin glass in the windows to see the powerful snow storm outside, he continued to inspect the room as I closed my eyes and rested my hands on my chest, trying to recount everything that had happened that brought us to our current situation.

"Well, you got blown to bits by the Crystal Heart right?  You probably remember that."  His solemn expression promptly changed to an irritated one, I quickly realized that probably wasn't my best choice of words.  I continued, "Anyway..., after the initial explosion, your horn, which was basically the only thing left of you, flew all the way up to Northern Equestria.  As to where we are specifically, that I really can't answer.  After I found your horn in basically the middle of nowhere I looked for the closest shelter I could find, and this was it.  Last I checked though, I believe the closest town was Hoofswell if that helps give you a sense of where we are."  I paused for a moment, and then added one last bit of important information, "By the way, don't touch anything."

He starred at me with a blank expression for a moment, trying to digest all the information I had just given him and then jerked his head asking,

"Wait, why can't I touch anything?"  I didn't care if I sounded stupid to him, I merely told him the truth, expalining,

"The house is haunted, touch anything and you'll probably upset the ghost that's watching you intently right now.  I'd appreciate it if you didn't because I think I just got it to accept me."  I was referring to my ghostly friend that hovered directly behind him and beamed persistantly at him, observing his body language with definite purpose.

Sombra looked at me like I was insane, and then as if trying to placate my condition, he played along, snapping back,

"But look at you!  You're sprawled all over it's couch like you own this place!"  I chuckled a little and replied,

"Well, it likes me better, besides, aren't you just glad to know that your lungs formed properly?"  I couldn't help but tease him, adding on, "I can't even begin to tell you how many things could have gone wrong with this spell, you should just be thankful I'm good at what I do.  At least I know you're alright if nothing else, getting lippy with me and thinking as fast as you are is a decent recovery rate."  He shrunk back down, I could sense a feeling of regret setting inside him.  Being a pony of royalty and honor, he tried to regain his assertive position, gathered back his composure, and in a very professional manner replied,

"Thank you for restoring me to my body."  I smiled back at him, a warm sort of fuzzy feeling set inside me when he said that, I laughed,

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, thanks to you, I can finally put my mind to rest..."  I gave a moments pause to try to grasp the true magnitude of his actions, glancing over to the empty chair placed at the corner of the chair I sat in and remarked, "Why don't you take a seat over there." I gestured towards the vacant pile of dusty blankets just large enough for him to curl up on.  He slowly trotted over to it, but before jumping on top into it's warm embrace he turned back to me and questioned,

"But what about the..."  I stopped him short, I knew exactly what he was going to say,

"Oh so now you believe me?"  I was having fun with him really, but I knew that I shouldn't be giving him such a hard time after what he did, resisting the urge to play with his head even further I explained,  "The ghost won't mind, it's seems very interested in you rather than threatened by you."  He nodded, and jumped up on the blanket bundles on the chair, and curled up like a loyal dog, facing me.  In his head, I could sense a storm of questions brewing, and rightfully so, he had little knowledge of who I actually was and why I told him to do something as silly as to lose on purpose.  I was prepared to answer any request he had, after all, his actions had finally set me free from my own prison.

Sombra hung his head, staring blankly at the floor, trying desperately to compile his thoughts, but to no end.  To help speed things up, I put the suggestion forward to him,

"All you have to do is say the magic word you know, why.  I'm almost certain that you want to know why I put you through this and why I even cared.  If you don't have any questions to ask me after all this, then you're even more messed up than I am..."  His attention rose from the floor and back to me whilst I rested comfortably on my couch, sporting a sort of relief that I finally got the conversation started.  Sombra hesitantly questioned,

"Well... yes, of course I want to know why.  First, you free me from my prison even though everypony knew I was evil, then you somehow raised the Crystal Empire and made sure Celestia knew about it.  Then you ask me against my will to take on my old ways and attack that poor helpless kingdom, do you have any idea how painful it was for me to do that!  Finally, for the grande finale, you tell me to lose on purpose because it would help you, 'Put your mind to rest.'  Who are you really anyway?!"

I sighed, I knew this was coming sooner or later, Sombra seemed to be furious with me now, traces of anger started to be released from deep within his body.  It's true that I had a history with Equestria, but not one I liked to talk openly about.  Anypony who was there at the time would surely remember my name, but for ponies like Sombra who had for a long time been removed from the world, it was nearly impossible to put him in the mindset of the time.  With my thoughts half collected, I wanted to try something unorthodox,

"Sombra, instead of just flat out telling you who I am, I'm going to tell you a little story, and I'll leave it to you to figure it out who I am, sounds fair?"  He nodded his head in agreement, I took in a deep breath and added on, "Alright then, but pay attention, I'm only going through this once."

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