Scourging of Equestria

Slaughter

The Door Of Concordia

Isan approached the large steel door set in place before his path. There was no going around, since the rest of the border was covered by iron walls. Those wretched deer and their walls... Isan then suddenly ordered his armies of dead to halt. They did as commanded, looking around scanning the area for any living. "My children, you hunger for the flesh of the weak. As your father, it is my duty to feed you! Luckily, we have some visitors! Watch your backs, they are closer then we can imagine!" Isan shouted.

As if on que, Isan heard shrieks, and the tearing of flesh and bone. He smiled, not moving an inch. The Dark One moved toward the door, placing his hand upon it. The sound of twisting metal filled the air, as the door consumed itself, disappearing into nothingness. Beyond the door was deep forests, and a path leading to what Isan considered to be, the nearest city. He turned to his lieutenant, "Set up camp here. I am going to move on ahead, alone. Do not disappoint me." He growled, the skeletal warrior nodding before shouting orders to the mindless dead following them.

Isan turned around, summoning his steed. It appeared from the shadows of the trees, bursting out like it ran through a wall. Isan calmed it, getting himself on it. With a kick he was off into the dark forest. Half way in the forest, Isan had a near heart attack. His entire body felt like it was going to explode, pain flowing everywhere. "W-What...Is..This!?" He managed to get out, before being silenced by his masters voice.

My knight, I will grant you the last bit of my power that I can spare. You must hurry and resurrect Ponius, I can sense that you are near the well. Make haste my chosen knight, the sisters of sun and moon approach me every second we waste.

Isan grabbed his chest, coughing hard. "I understand, Master. I will make haste and see to it that I will make it to you in time." He kicked his dark steed before trotting off into the distance.

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Droncan

Concordia

"Shine, are you sure he will make it in time? What if we get caught?" A deer said, clothed in blood red robes said.

"Have you no faith in what the princess said, Caidin? After all she has done for us? You should be thankful we are even being chosen for such a job." The sounds of clops could be heard in the distance, "His prince approaches. Stay quiet, I will handle this."

They all stood at the entrance of the village watching the shadow upon the steed approach slowly. As he got closer, Shine moved forward. "My Lord, we have eagerly awaited your arrival. We are at your command, tell us what you need." Shine bowed, showing a fake sense of respect.

"Don't be fooled by their trickery." A voice said, from beside Isan. He turned his head, seeing a shade of Ponius floating there. "Say nothing to me, young prince. They cannot see me, just for once do as I say." He coldly stated.

Isan nodded, "Where is the well? Show me it." The dark clothed beings nodded, heading the other direction. Isan followed, Ponius still floating by his side.

"They are frauds, young prince. They killed my ponies, taking their place, hoping to trick you. The princess of the sun sent them here to kill you. However, the master just can't have that." Isan lowered his brows a little deeper. "Let them lead you to the well, then kill them. Show no mercy, young prince. Remember, the Lich Kings' eyes are upon you." He said disappearing into the darkness.

After a long trek through the forest, they arrived at the mystical well. Isan got off his steed, walking toward the flowing waters in the center. The maelstrom in the center of the well endlessly churned. Isan held out his hand, the vial holding Poniuses ashes. The well was glowing yellow, green in the center. The lights changed, switching to different colors of the light spectrum. Satisfied with the situation, Isan turned around facing the fakers.

With a grin, Isan removed his hood for the first time to anyone. The shadows around his face dissipated, as he looked at Shine with his cold, heartless eyes. He held his hand up to his face, "Now!" He screamed, clenching his hand. The terrible sound of ghouls were heard, but the small group of deer and ponies were not fast enough. The dead leapt from the trees, rampaging through the small group, ripping apart their enemies. A moment short.

Shine looked around, terrifed at what he saw. His friends, comrades that he knew for years were slaughtered before his very eyes. "My Lord! What have you done?!" He panicked, still trying to fake his identity. Isan laughed, putting his hood back on his head. He slowly walked toward Shine, "You think you trick me, mortal? I saw through your plan from the start." Isan drew his Deathstone sword, which Aman'ku'zan created back at the fall of Fillydelphia. He lifted the unicorn off the ground, holding him by his neck. "Go ahead! DO IT! KILL ME!" Shine spurted out, trying to get some air in between his words.

Isan chuckled, "Kill you? Oh I don't think so...I'm going to have my precious fun with you. Perhaps this will teach you a lesson, as you watch your friends be raised from their slumber into mindless soldiers of the scourge." Isan laughed devilishly, raising his sword to the heavens. He grunted as a beam of light shot out in every direction. The light intensified until it flashed brightly. Shine opened his eyes. He wish he didn't. Isan laughed as he watched the suffering unicorn mourn at his crippled, mangled friends bodies standing before him. They dripped blood, and shot their heads out in random directions. Shine buried his head into the ground, sobbing deeply.

Isan, satisfied with his work, popped the cap of the vial. He thew it in the well, waiting for a few seconds. The ground started shaking intensely, causing some of the legs of the risen dead to snap, killing them. Isan cared nothing for the mindless dead, and focused his attention upon the situation at hand. The lights in the pool started pulsing, sending shockwaves through the air. The colors of the pool turned grey, with a mixture of red. The shaking increased as a hoof came out of the pool, gripping the side. Another hoof came out, doing the same. Together they pulled upwards revealing the reborn Ponius.

Ponius was shrowded in a cold, blue light. His bones were covered with scraps of clothing, forming into a long blue robe. His skull shook. A misty blue light seeping from his eye sockets. The undead unicorn trotted his way over to Isan, looking up at him. "Young prince, it is good to see you again." Isan returned the gaze, "As with you, Hu'zath."

Hu'zath nodded, recognizing the name his prince gave him. Hu'zath gazed at the terrified unicorn, too scared to move a muscle. "What of him?" He asked, his cold eyes starting into the soul of the poor helpless pony. Isan shrugged, "He is your responsibility now. I place you in control of my armies until I return. The Lich King needs me, so I must make haste. Take him and return to Fillydelphia. Place him prisoner under Aman'ku'zan. Make him suffer, but don't kill him. We might have use of him." Hu'zath nodded, "And remember, my eyes will soon be upon you. Wait for me." Isan said, opening a gate completely from shadow. He stepped through it, vanishing into the darkness of the night.

Hu'zath snapped from his train of thought, looking back at the unicorn. He approached the unicorn who lashed out at him. "Where are you taking me?" He asked, clearly afraid. The Lich laughed hard, his bones making the sound echo with intensity.

"Into the cold heart of death itself."