Intrigued by the forbidden and taboo art of necromancy, the Element of Magic, Twilight Sparkle, agrees to weekly lessons with her brother's archmage and close friend, Kel'Thuzad. Along the way, she learns a thing or two about Kel'Thuzad's past, and much more about the strange and foreign magic of Azeroth than she ever could've imagined.

After being pulled from his nearly nine-hundred year stretch of hell in the dark abyss that is the Twisting Nether to serve the new Lich King, the Archlich Kel'Thuzad was faced with the dilemma of freedom from his bindings to the Scourge. He had been an advisor and (somewhat twisted) friend to the most evil being in Azeroth's history for nearly 15 years. He had butchered and enslaved thousands, spit in and stepped on nature's face with the necromantic horrors that were created aboard Naxxramas, and was a generally annoying raid boss, all while under the cruel tyranny of Azeroth's previous Lich King, Arthas Menethil...
But, when an Equestrian Lich King is appointed by Death himself in exchange for immortality, Kel'Thuzad is in for the surprise of his unlife when he is thrown into a large room, with two comparatively small, sentient equines, who claim to be the reigning Prince and Princess of a kingdom.

This story is a sequel to 1000 Years

1000 years later after the events of 1000 Years, Null will be thrown into the deep end, seeing if he will sink or swim. How will he cope with his newfound freedom? Will it be what he hoped for? And most importantly, what will crack first? the eggshells he treads on, or he himself?

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For many a millennia he has slumbered beneath the earth, his strength recovering from a conflict as old as the sands it was fought upon. For many a millennia he and his people withered away into legends, spoken of by the elderly to their young as nothing more than stories before bed. For many a millennia the world itself forgot about this being, hidden away within a cage of dirt and rock and time.

But now he has awoken to find himself lost in a world nearly unrecognisable, dominated by a species he'd not laid eyes upon for many, many years indeed.

Yet there still lived a select few who knew him personally. To them, he was an old yet dear friend, long believed to have been lost to the cataclysm that cost him his people and his kingdom. Despite all the time that had elapsed and despite all that had happened throughout the years, they still knew his name.

Cyrus Perennem, 'The King Without a Crown'.

Canterlot... For centuries, Canterlot was the shining gem of Equestria, the pinnacle of pony society. Now, it’s a reminder, a bleak and monolithic warning to the world. 

Changed by the chemical and technological poisons that plague the mountain, an abomination of nature, I wander the greatest disaster Equestria has ever seen. 

... I will escape eventually, and when I do, I hope my friends still see me as Twilight Sparkle, and not the monster that hides among the ruins.