Hello sorry for my outburst last time. My wounds are, well not healed exactly. They are scars now. So basicly I now have spiral scars down my sides. Just so you know if I am making consistent mistakes. I have been losing sleep and I am very sorry if that is affecting this. Sorry I have not updated in awhile. I still have my duties as a scribe. So yes we captured the Crystal Empire. Because not much has been happening I will put a copy of my report on what happened
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The troops walked into the gates of the Crystal Empire. They were met with immediate resistance. Discord then urged me to go to the castle. I went and spied into the throne room. As I looked in the king looked back at me. The purple smoke around his eyes thickened and grew darker.
I stared slightly panicked, “What afraid of a little dark magic?” The king said in a deeper voice than Discord but it had a slight metallic ringing to in.
I stepped fully into the room and he saw my traveling cloak, once white now stained the color of fresh blood. Then he looked me over fully, my unkempt mane and tail, my bloody hooves, and my blood red magic holding up a razor sharp blade… And laughed. My eyes narrowed and I lunged at him. I know it was stupid but I was angry. I was stopped midair by his purple/green/black magic. Then I was thrown hard against the crystal wall. I felt something crack and stumbled to the floor. “Giving up so easily are we?” The king mocked. I grunted in pain and then got up. I looked at him and imagined all the ways, all the ways I could kill him… I smiled my odd, psychotic smile. The king looked slightly unnerved next time I got close to him I leaped at him and he grabbed my hooves before they connected to his face.
He shoved me off and pinned me to the ground holding my horn tight so couldn't do any magic. I struggled and squirmed under his hoof.
“Let me go.” I said in a quiet growl. He just laughed and took his hoof off my horn. I tried to use my magic to get my knife, when I tried to do it, I passed out. I woke up still In the throne room however this time I was in a cage made of black crystal. I had no weapons and was unable to do magic. I looked down at my hooves, they were aqua. My hooves were clean. I scoffed in disgust.
“What was that?” A familiar deep metallic voice. I said nothing. “Oh come now. Also I feel ever so rude. My name is King Sombra. And your name is?” he said in a silver tongue. I continued my silence. “You know I think I’ll call you Pond for your fur looks like water from a pond.”
Not wanting to be called Pond I said in a cold voice “My name is Dawn.”
Then I felt my horn which still had a dull thudding pain and gasped. My horn was covered in crystals. I shot a glare at Sombra showing my distaste for him. I turned in my cage looking away from the gray unicorn. “So you're a writer? Or an artist?” Sombra asked.
“Yes. As in both” I said with a dead tone.
“So, why are you here?” He asks. I didn’t respond. “I said, Why are you here?” He said annoyance clear in his voice.
I growled lightly “Why do you ask?” He glowered at me.