It is in vain to run from one’s destiny.
I could not stop those horrifying images that have revealed themselves to me on that fateful night. I became the torturer of my own subjects, their savior and oppressor. How naive I was to think that I could bind that power with my own will, the power that even the sunlight cannot defeat.
Nopony was born without a shadow, an inherent companion of our lives. It is the shadow that, by listening to even the quietest words of grievance, drinking every emotion from our lips, grows in strength. And so I, too, have fallen. Now I see it with terrifying clarity. It is I who put the yoke of slavery on the necks of my own subjects. It was my word that forced the whips to flay the ones that put the crown on my temples.
Even when the winter finally ended after many years of misery I did not see it through the white of my own pride and justice. Now I see that moment, the moment in which I succumbed entirely to the darkness lingering at the bottom of my heart, immersed in dark ruminations that have led me to this. I have put on the shadow armor, grabbed my sword and left the light.
Forever.
Is there anything to regret? Is there a single crevice in my conscious that will leak deadly venom of contrition? No! Only those weak of spirit torment themselves with such trifle problems. I stood above them. I have united them in my iron grip, protecting the Empire for many, many years. Who protested and denied when the enemy was at the gates, ready to burn our homes?
Nopony.
Did anypony want to see our soldiers come back from the battlefield covered in blood, crippled both in flesh and mind so much that they could not enjoy the life under the sunrays? And to know all that was in vain, as they would fall to the enemy anyway? No.
Nopony opposed the shadows.
They wanted to turn the tides so much that they preferred to sacrifice their leader as a scapegoat on the altar of darkness in order to delay the phantom of their demise. Nopony opposed when my shadow hosts protected their families from harm. I put an end to battles that leave widows and orphans behind. I have destroyed our enemies letting them, the little ones, to enjoy the fruit of my victories.
Now I can see my bane flying towards me on their spread winds. The Sun and the Moon have descended from the firmament to deal justice to the one that saved the Empire from doom. Is this justice? Why am I the only one to put my head on the executioner’s block, to allow them to cut my head off with their fulgent axe, when the true scoundrels are already reaping what they have sewn? I have dealt their punishment alone, locking them in chains, herding them to the mines. Let them gather the crystals from the depths of earth, the crystals they have come to love so much.
I CURSE THEE!
If what I did was such a hideous deed, so unpleasant for the new world, cleansed of all evil by the longstanding winter, so be it. Let those, who cheered so vigorously when the shadows torn the enemy host asunder, go with me.
They are tainted as much as I am.
Sombra, the Shadow King, lord of the Crystal Empire, awaited his fate with a smile and His head held high.