Back at Canterlot, things were still looking bad, and lots of ponies were still kept in cages and being guarded by many storm creature guards.
Capper, Skystar, the pirates, and the Mane 8 saw the cage that Twilight was in through Captain Celaeno’s telescope. “There she is,” she said. And it looks like it’s head for that castle right there. “Well, we best come up with somethin’, and fast,” Applejack said. “What if we form a surprise attack party?!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed softly. “Surprise attack, huh? I like this one,” Capper said with a purr.
Thomas then grabbed some rope and wrapped it around himself, grabbed his backpack, and then made a miniature hunter’s spear as a weapon with a sharp rock he carved, the rope, and a miniature wooden pole he found, and then his invisibility cloak. “Thomas, where did you get that?!” Fluttershy said. “I made it myself,” Thomas said.
“Thomas, you can’t come. It’s too dangerous, buddy,” Rainbow Dash said. “She’s right, precious. You’re best safer here,” Rarity said. “No! I’m coming with,” Thomas said. “I’m sorry, Momma. But I’ve gotta disobey you. I know I can do this.” Fluttershy looked at him with a warm smile, and then kneeled down so he can climb up onto her back, “Okay, but you better be careful. We’ll come get you, okay?” Thomas nodded, until he hugged her neck. “Thank you, Momma,” Thomas said. Fluttershy nodded with a warm sigh and nuzzled his face. “Go on. Hurry.” Thomas nodded and then he started to run over to the castle by taking a few shortcuts.
“Okay, Pinkie. Tell us what to do,” Rainbow Dash said. Then Pinkie Pie started to explain her plan.
After the doors opened, Tempest and the storm creature guards entered the throne room where the three petrified princesses were held.
Grubber laughed as he saw Twilight with them. “Tempest, don't do this. Don't give the Storm King...” Tempest cut her off, “Your magic? Did you think you'd keep it all to yourself? Time to share. I'd love for everybody out there to know what I can really do.”
“Ooh, fascinating! What can you really do?” a voice appeared. It was The Storm King, and he was a satyr/yeti like creature with azureish gray fur with phthalo bluish gray flesh face, hands, and feet, and brilliant opal eyes. He also had black armor all over his torso, and a big pointy crown made of black marble and dark gray chrome steel. He also had the Staff of Sacanas.
“Your bidding, of courth, Your Mighty One,” Grubber said, as he then panicked and ran out of the room. “Bidding's good. I like bidding!” The Storm King said, until he looked down at Twilight in her cage. “Um, what are you supposed to be?” Twilight made a brave and confident face, “I'm the Princess of Friendship!”
The Storm King made a derpy unamused face, and then laughed like it was a joke, “Oh. That's nice!” He then turned to Tempest with a little frustration and disappointment, “Why is this one still moving?”
“She and her friends put up a bit of a fight, but she's alone now. She won't be a problem,” Tempest said. The Storm King then ruffled her mane, “Yeah. So, speaking of problems, check out this place!” He then gazed at it, “Hmm... Nice... Very tacky. But the problem is, it seems a little too... Hmm, how should I say it—oh, I don't know—CUTE!!! It just... doesn't really go with my whole "big bad powerful storm emperor guy" thing! Well... get ready to deliver the punchline, Tempest, because this has gotta go!”
The Storm King banged his staff on the ground and then the floor lit up, until the princesses’s magic was being drained into the crystal of the staff. Twilight kept struggling while her magic was now being drained, “No!”
The Storm King maniacally laughed in excitement, “Check out the light show! Wow! Wow!” Twilight gasped, and then fainted. “Let's get this storm started! Ooh, hey, that's good. I should trademark that,” The Storm King said. Thomas suddenly and quietly went to Twilight’s cage and tried to set her free. Tempest suddenly saw him trying to free him, but the Storm King charged up his staff and blasted the wall open, as it sent Twilight and Thomas flying.
“Not bad. Actually, kinda first rate. What else does it do?” The Storm King asked while looking at the crystal on the staff. “Your Excellency, you promised to restore my horn and give me—“ The Storm King then paused Tempest, “Deh-deh-deh-deh-deh, okay. Hang on.” The Storm King then saw Thomas being held hostage by a storm creature guard. “Well, the little nephew, I presume?”
Thomas?! Sweetie, what are you doing here?!” Twilight asked. “Quiet!” Tempest said. The Storm King then grabbed Thomas, and then looked at Tempest. “I thought he might be of use to you,” Tempest said. The Storm King looked at him, then shrugged, “Nah!” He then tossed him, and swung the staff and struck him like a baseball. “Nothing personal!”
“YOU MONSTER! How dare you pick on a little kid?!” Twilight said angrily. “Ah, he wasn’t worth my time. He’ll be fine... or will he?” The Storm King said.