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// Epilogue 
// Story: Dark Magic 
// by newHelm 
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	The doors flew open to the old library and Sombra stepped inside with a dignified walk. Smiling, he poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. He set the glass down and closed his eyes, then began to fling everything he could get his hooves on across the room.
"Curses! I had it back! My kingdom was in my grasp and all of Equstria with it! Rahhhh!" He yelled towards the ceiling. Anger flowed about him as his magic began to burn tables, books, anything it touched.
He picked up a small glass bottle and flung it across the room. The smoky, black substance in the bottle escaped and held it up in mid air. A deep, soft, feminine voice spoke. "You are not happy. You have failed."
Sombra rolled his eyes and spat at the mystical cloud. "With my primary plan, yes."
"Will the master be revived?"
"Yes my dear Nightmare. Unfortunately it will not be as my slave but once again as my master."
"I will hold a body once again?"
"Yes, one you have held before, if the master so wishes that is."
"I will be honored to serve the master again."
"See, that is why I am the favored one. I do not contend myself with being a simple pawn. You simply love and worship him just as all the lowly peons do."
"I love the master for he is perfect."
"Well no matter. All of Equstria will shake in fear at the return of Shadowfang. Then the world will quake under his rule."