“What a shame.” a dark figure mused. From the mountain where they stood they could see the burning remains of Canterlot clearly. The cold night’s wind whipped the figure’s dark black mane around wildly. It had been a year since Queen Nightmare Moon had been assassinated and King Umbra crowned Equestria’s new leader. He had tried very hard to weed out corruption within his government, but in the end he was the one to ultimately be corrupted. The dark figure stepped from the shadow of a tree and into the moonlight, revealing a red curved horn and kingly garbs.
“To think one with such high hopes of destroying tyranny would fall to its practices in the end.” Sombra postulated as he continued to watch the capital of Equestria go up in flames. He had recently been crowned king of the Crystal Empire and had come to Equestria to partake in trade negotiations, only to find the capital in disarray. He saw the allure of power twist Celestia and Luna into what they had become. A queen burning with a fiery rage and another queen trying to snuff out all the light with her darkness.
“In the end the cycle of tyranny persisted, and this time it seems to have finally caused Equestria to collapse.” Sombra said impassively. One of Sombra’s escort guards came up to him and asked him what they should do. Sombra thought about his next actions carefully. He concluded that there was nothing he could do for Equestria. It was given three chances to change its ways, yet it refused and now it goes up in flames. He decided to turn back with his escort and return to his kingdom. He left Equestria to own devices, he left it to burn. ‘Maybe from its ashes something pure can rise?’ he thought, ‘Or maybe it will stay dead. Only time shall tell.’ Sombra set out on the trip to return to his kingdom, one yet to be tainted by tyranny and one he ruled with compassion and fairness. A kingdom truly at peace, at least for now.