The Epic of Sombra

And so was the once mighty Crystal Empire lost to the Sands of Time.

And so was the once mighty King Ombre fallen.

And so was the ancient land lost.

But hearken!

For that final sanction was ancient

And as the power of the Empire waned, so did the enchantment

And so the Empire was not lost forever as intended.

For on the Thousandth Day

Of the Thousandth Year

So did the Empire return.

And the Land of Ombre return.

And sent were two ponies.

One, descendant of those fateful two who smote the Empire first.

One, the companion and Highest Guard.

And such were they sent to ward and protect.

And the Cruel fates would leave in those same hands

The Redemption and Destruction of the Empire.

But again would he be smote.

As he returned to claim his old Empire.

For none remembered Shades.

For only Ombre remained.

And thus, was Sombra smote down for the final time.

Trapped once again in his own prison.

And was the Empire of the South prevailed.

And again shall he sleep in eternal slumber.

Waiting to arise again.

And Claim his Crystal Empire again.