"You can't win this Concorus," said the hooded figure that stood over him, staff pointing directly in the middle of his chest, "admit defeat and I will allow you to witness the birth of your foal."
"You mentored me, King Chronon (Crow-non)," Concorus smirked, "You should have known from the beginning, I don't fight fairly!" And with that last sentence three cannons workers came out from behind the shattered pillars in the throne room as they locked onto the archaic king. "Any last words," smiled Concorus barely able to contain his glee.
"I may lose this Battle here, but heed these last words: You will die like me here today, but it will be by your unborn foal's hoof at which your blood will be shed," said Chronon as he bent his head and closed his eyes accepting defeat.
"Well, well, even facing your death you try to intimidate me," said Concorus as he clapped slowly, "After you die here I'm off to take over all of Equestria and end Celestia's rule forever, too bad you won't be alive to see it, finish him."
With a loud boom, the old king's life went out with the flash but he was smiling, "Yes," he thought, "You shall finish him for me, Gizmo."
Lightning struck as Concorus ran down the halls of the infirmary looking for room 6. The shrieks and shouts were telling him he heading in the right direction. All of a sudden the shrieks stopped and he picked up the pace.
(A.N. This is the blood and gore of this next few paragraphs could be strong for this is the birth of a child those of weak hearts may want to skip down I will announce when it's safe to start reading again)
Concorus burst open the door and saw a sight that could make a seasoned fighter cry in fear. The Doctors and surgeons were running around a Pegasus with her stomach open and empty losing blood by what seemed like gallons. She was shaking and convulsing but held out her hand to Concorus and looked at him with bewildered eyes. All the nurses were gathered around a table moving in quick fluid motions on a writhing blood covered foal.
(Its OK to come back now but quick overview: Concorus ran into the operating room found complete chaos with His wife dying after a C-section had to be preformed)
"Con- con- conco-," the Pegasus sputtered.
"I'm here my Jewel," stammered Concorus as he stumbled his way over to the mare.
"I'm not long for this world," she breathed, "You look after our colt now, his name his nam-" she went into another convulsion.
"We shall name him what you want," said Concorus his voice was soft.
"Thank you my love...," her voice trailed off as she handed her life over to death and breathed her last breathe.
"Sir?" said the lead doctor, "She's dead."
Concorus sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually he got of his knees and looked at his colt. "He shall be named what his mother had decided," stated Concorus. A nurse rushed to a file cabinet scribbling into the file she had created earlier. "Gizmo," whispered Concorus, "My little colt, Gizmo."
(Please offer constructive criticism, my spelling and grammar especially. I fail at the English language. Thanks)