The group trudged through the swampy forest. Fully geared for battle, Shining Armor took the lead, fully armored with two lances at his side. Spike behind him, wearing his battered and war torn cloak. Next was Fancy Pants, ironically wearing only an old cloth uniform from his exploration days, and a pith hat on his head, a large claymore on his back. Macintosh took the rear, wearing his own war cloak and blank mask, his wide array of weapons all ready for battle. Discord floated above them, eating popcorn.
Macintosh hissed and they all stopped. Backs together, they formed a tight circle. Shining Armor clicked and they turned to where he pointed. A large shadow slithered through the trees. After a nod from Macintosh, Shining Armor illuminated the area with an intense light.
A three headed serpent glared at them, a very large one. It's body was as big around as an oak tree's trunk. To make matters worst, they saw about twenty warrior minotaurs around them.
The largest minotaur stepped forward and pointed at them as he hefted his warhammer over his shoulder. "The drakos lives, the rest die." With a roar, they charged. Shining Armor got the first kill, lance in the firsts throat.
Chaos followed as the small band held their formation, until the snake slammed its head into the middle of them. They tumbled away and Fancy Pants screamed out. "Somepony get that snake!"
Spike roared back, "I got him!" but Macintosh pointed to the leader and charged the snake. "Fine steal my thunder." He charged at the lead minotaur.
Macintosh sliced the snake's head and ran up his neck, spiked horseshoes digging into it's flesh. A second head shot out at him and he jumped back and brought his sword down into it's neck. He continued forward as the third head came at him, he caught a tooth on his shield on his right leg and pushed its head forward as his blade went into it's eye. The beast reared back in pain and he jumped. He twisted and gauged his stab. When he did, it went in true. The blade went in at the top of it's neck, where the heads split, straight into it's spine, killing it. The snake writhed in pain in it's death throes as Macintosh rejoined the battle.
Spike reached the lead minotaur as it raised his hammer, Spike dodged left swung his blade, biting into his leg and dropping the bulky leader.
He stood over him and sneered. "Why would you side with an evil like Sombra? Why welcome the destruction he brings?
The minotaur barked out a mirthless laugh. "Because we as a species are winners! We are the winning side! None are able to defeat our master!" They watched as the snake fell dead. A twinkling entered his eye. "None but the hero of legend! Now strike me true Dark Lord! Strike and claim your destiny!"
Spike continued to sneer at him, his blade winding back, before slashing through his neck. Spike took a deep breath before surveying the battle. They had won. "The world will kneel beneath me, for I am it's god, Shadowfang." Scales, black, shimmered, but changed to their regular purple colour. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed, the world turning black.
Rarity waited patiently in the grand hall. She looked at all of Form's servants and advisors that had come as well for the morning ritual. Form made it a point to have every detail, no matter how minute, discussed and approved before the day began. Yet the only one missing was Form himself.
They all looked at the door as it burst open and two recognizable figures blew in. Sombra waltzed in as guards advanced and the rest pressed away. "Really love what you've done with the place Structure, still symmetrical yet gloomy. Really fascinating, though I am surprised your newest addition to your court hasn't redecorated." He flopped onto the throne and flourished his cape to sit.
Form waved his guards down and stood before the dark pony. "I go by Form these days. Remove yourself from my throne and explain why you have come."
"Nope." He laid to the side, his head hanging off the arm. "What if I said I had the answer to Shadowfang."
"I would not believe you."
"Why?"
"You serve him, why should I?"
He grinned at the human an evil grin. "I tire of having a master. Plus the answer will cause pain and darkness. Also, it allows me to take control."
Form crossed his arms and glared. "Go on."
"Spike, he is unlike his other vessels. If Spike chooses death as he is possessed, and the hero of legend pushes the blade of life's bane through his chest, the demon god will be no more. The hero travels with Spike here, I ask you give him the blade."
"Not such an odd request, and a given I believe. Why come here and waste my time with the obvious?"
"Because the blade must know it's life will be used to kill him, and die in the process, or it would not work."
Form's face became stoic as he glanced at Rarity. "I must think on this."
"Good, now I take my leave."
As he left, Rarity leaned towards Form and whispered. "Why not just imprison him now?"
"We cannot. Tartarus contract magic, he came willingly and under oath to not attack. If he were to attack, it wouldn't hurt, but then we could. He won't though, he's too smart for that."
As Sombra reached the door, Twilight shut them and stood in front of him. "What would happen to Spike?"
Form glared at Rarity before raising his hand, magically opening the door. "Hello princess, it seems 'fate' has decided we needed to meet, but he must be allowed to go."
Twilight spat at them as she yelled. "Fine, but he's going to tell me what's going to happen to Spike if this plan of his works."
Sombra grinned wickedly at her. "He will have a sword plunged through his heart, what do you think my dear?"
"I will not accepted that! There must be another way!"
Form turned away from the scene as his voice reverberated through the hall. "Cease this trifle! Sombra, leave my castle now! Princess, we would speak in another room about this behavior, among other things. Lady Rarity, you know enough to run my court for the day. Take over for me as I am indisposed."
Rarity bowed. "Yes sire." She turned to Twilight and gave a weak smile as her friend followed Form. Her head was down, shame covered her face.
Once Twilight, Form, and Sombra left, Rarity clapped her hooves as she sat on a pillow next to the throne. "Alright, let us begin."