Scourging of Equestria

The wind howled, air blowing all around Isan. He stood at the base of the thrones pinnacle. He looked up at the wind currents carving the sides of the steps. He sighed, beginning his way up the steps. Every step he took, a past memory flashed through his mind. It stung his heart, damaging him deeply. His heart had become as hard as steel during his realization of his destiny. The whispers of his friends entered his mind, causing a wave of nostalgia to overflow. He missed them, but it was too late now. They could no longer be saved. As he pushed his way through the final set of stairs, the image of Pinkie Pie entered his mind. He had done all this to save her, but it was in naught. He was foolish to believe that he could save her. He realized on his journey that his master was correct. There was a way to save her, but only through the power of death.

With the final step completed, Isan stood before the frozen block of ice once more. The mad whispers of his master echoed through the chilly air.

The apple...

Destroy it....

Release....me....

From these chains!

Isan stepped forward, pulling out his sword. He removed the apple from his back pocket. Without a single thought, he crushed it in his hands. A shard of light flew outwards from the apple, flying off the side of the pinnacle. Isan paid no mind to it. Returning his attention back to the Kings prison he roared, swinging his sword down on the frozen prison. In an explosion of arcane energy, the block exploded, shards flinging everywhere. When the smoke cleared, Isan saw a figure sitting upon the throne. He immediately recognized it as the figure he saw in his vision. The Lich King. Isan took a kneel before the king.

"Good, my chosen knight. You have done well. Your king is pleased." He said.

Isan stood up from his kneeling position, much to the surprise of the Lich King. "I serve no king." Isan said, strutting up to the figure on the throne. With a quick motion, Isan retracted his wrist blade outwards, plunging it deep into the figures heart.

"W-hat are you doing, Isan?!" The King squirmed, not expecting this kind of betrayal. The King screamed as his body started to peal off in pieces of light flowing into the center of Isan's body.

Isan smiled devilishly, his voice slightly changing into a much deeper joined voice of both his and Discords, "There can be only one King of Darkness." With that said he thrusted his blade deeper into Discords disappearing body. In a blast he was gone, only small speckles of light floating around. Isan closed his eyes, feeling the new found power settling inside him. He was now a god, a god of death. Isan opened his eyes, which the raw power of the force shook the mountain top. His blue misty eyes were the only thing visible from inside the dark cloak which he wore.

Isan felt an unimaginable force of tiredness course through his body. He found himself barely able to stand, so he sat down upon his throne. Sitting upright, he felt the sleep take over his body, forcing himself into a state of deep slumber. As soon as his eyes were shut, the entire mountain range shook. The entrance to the mountains was closed due to avalanches, and the winds picked up much harder then before with the new appearance of the Lich King. Now nobody could enter the frozen abyss, not from anywhere, leaving the King to his slumber.

A/N: And this brings the close to Isan for a while. He will be asleep for a while, so what will happen while he is asleep? Only one way to found out...Next Chapter