Evening Brush and Surgical Edge walk through a distant forest, one eagerly, one reluctantly.
“Hey Evening!” Surgical Edge says cheerfully, scaring Evening Brush.
“Yes?” Evening Brush says, nervously.
“Guess what we are getting,” Surgical Edge says, grinning creepily.
“I would rather not,” Evening Brush says, trying to avoid looking at Surgical Edge’s face.
“I insist,” Surgical Edge says, still grinning.
“I have no idea…” Suddenly a surgeon's scalpel imbeds itself into the tree right in front of Evening Brush’s face, nearly scaring him to death.
“I said, I insist!” Surgical Edge says, grin widening.
“Ummm…” Evening Brush says, panicking, “A Ursa Major?!”
“Nah, it’s very hard to rile up a Major,” Surgical Edge says, shaking his head, “Not to mention, they’re probably very hard to direct. Pass me back my scalpel.”
Evening Brush quickly hands back the scalpel to Surgical Edge, who hides it on his pony.
“Keep guessing,” Surgical Edge says, walking off again.
“Ummm, a manticore?” Evening Brush says, following after.
“Nope, you’re very far off,” Surgical Edge says, grinning insanely.
Evening Brush is starting to fear that if he continues to guess wrong he’ll be killed, but luckily before he can, Surgical Edge stops.
“Here we are,” he states, standing in front of a large cave.
Evening Brush looks at it, it seems a pretty normal cave, like the many that dot the landscape of Equestria.
“Ever did much history Evening?” Surgical Edge asks, a strange look on his face.
“Well the basics, you know wendigos, Discord, Nightmare Moon, and such,” Evening Brush runs off, wondering where he’s going with this.
“I once tried a bit of archeology once, was hired by someone to be a guard for him,” Surgical Edge says, seeming to ignore him, “Nearly got to slice up a charming young Archeologist named Daring Do, but sadly she got away, rather disappointing actually.”
Evening Brush just chooses to ignore what he said, probably just mad delusions.
“But anyway, history, I majored in it but my true calling was in the art of surgery,” Surgical Edge says, a nostalgic look on his face, “But thanks to it, I know of a creature that the royal sisters locked up here over a thousand years ago.”
“Really, but wouldn’t it be very well guarded?” Evening Brush says, confused.
“Over a thousand years ago, most of the magic that held it has probably weaken, and we can break it,” Surgical Edge says, giving Evening Brush a smirk, “I mean, you can.”
“Me?!” Evening Brush says, shocked.
“Yeah, you’re much better at magic than me, you can easily break it in its current state,” Surgical Edge states, smirking,
“But what are we releasing?” Evening Brush asks, worried.
“A cyclops, a male cyclops sorcerer to be correct,” Surgical Brush says, finally walking into the cave.
Evening Brush knows of the cyclopes, they’re a race of giant mountain people who live in a faraway land, he also knows that the males of the species are insanely stupid, and even the females, who are much smarter than males, are still dumber than a average pony. The idea of one being able to use magic sounds absurd.
“Cyclopes can use magic?” Evening Brush asks, wondering if he missing some information about cyclopes, while following after him.
“He can, they said he came from a faraway land to raid the rich land of Equestria, killing thousands until, since they were unable to beat him, the royal sisters managed to seal him away here,” Surgical Edge explains, cutting through some cobwebs.
“And we are just going to release him?!” Evening Brush says, horrified.
“Yep, and we’re going to direct him straight to Ponyville, we’ll see how little Sorrow holds up against a total beast,” Surgical Edge says, giggling.
They reach a door at the end of the cave, held by shut magical chains, while the door itself seems to be covered in ice. Evening Brush can easily see that the magic chains are weakened, and could be easily destroyed if you knew how the magic in them worked well enough, while the ice seems to be a byproduct of the chains.
“Let’s get to a better position,” Surgical Edge says, leading Evening Brush up onto a platform overlooking the door, “Good now break those chains, I’ll deal with the rest.”
“But what if ponies get killed?” Evening Brush says, worried.
“Who cares, just do it,” Surgical Edge says, making it clear he doesn’t care.
“But…” Evening Brush tries to say.
“Look at it like this,” Surgical Edge interrupts, pulling out a blade, “Either they die or you die, like right now!”
Evening Brush glups, weighing his own life with the possible others that might die if he releases it. A hero would refuse and face against the real monster that is Surgical Edge, but Evening Brush is a coward…
‘Sorry…’ Evening Brush thinks, shooting the chains with a bolt of magic, making them shatter and the ice melt away.
Nothing happens, the room is deadly silent. Evening Brush hopes that maybe the cyclop is dead behind the door, but…
Suddenly there's a crashing noise and the door buckles, soon after few more the door falls down, and a huge figure steps out. The cyclop is about three times as big as a minotaur, with muscles that’ll put one to shame. He then seems to yell trumpetitly and thump his chest.
“GOLIATH IS FREE!!!” he yells, causing the cave to shake slightly, “PUNY PONIES CANNOT HOLD THE GREAT GOLIATH!!!”
He then seems to notice Evening Brush and Surgical Edge.
“Me see puny ponies…” Goliath says, raising his fist, “ME CRUSH PUNY PONIES!!”
Evening Brush flinches back, but Surgical Edge stays still and just smiles.
“Wait, I bring news that there is someone that is claiming to be greater than you,” Surgical Edge says, calmly and for once not sounding insane.
“WHAT!?!” Goliath yells, her voice shaking the cave once again, “NO ONE IS GREATER THAN GOLIATH!!! ME WILL CRUSH THEM!!!” he suddenly points at Surgical Edge, “YOU TELL ME WHERE ME CAN FIND THEM!!”
“Well her name is Sorrow, and she’s in Ponyville right now,” Surgical Edge explains, calmly.
“ME GO TO PONYVILLE AND SMASH HER AND PUNY PLACE!!!” Goliath says, angrily, storming out of the cave.
“Good thing that cyclopes are very arrogant and simple creatures,” Surgical Edge says, smirking.
But suddenly Goliath returns and points a finger at Surgical Edge.
“YOU!!” he yells.
“Umm yes?” Surgical Edge says, for once nervous.
“Tell me where to find this Ponyville,” Goliath says, for once not yelling.
“I have a map…” Surgical Edge says, smirking again.
The mane six sit upon a train to Canterlot, unaware of the threat now facing Ponyville.
“Put away your Daring Do book Dash, we’re almost there,” warns Twilight, seeing that they’re pulling in to Canterlot.
“Damn, I was just at the part when Daring Do is about to escape from the Mad Surgeon,” Rainbow Dash says, putting away the book.
“I don’t like that one much,” Rarity says, shaking her head, “The Mad Surgeon is a terrifying character.”
“It’s even worst if you consider that he must exist as well,” Applejack states, a worried expression on her face.
They go quiet after that, no one wants to think that such ponies do exist as they climb out of the train once it has pulled into the station. They met Captain Iron-Sight, waiting for them on the platform.
“Princess, once again, it’s a honor that you’ve came all this way to talk to me,” he says, bowing, “I’m sorry I don’t have better news for you.”
The girls came to Canterlot, not to sightsee or to see Celestia, but because Iron-Sight wanted to see them about the newspaper.
“So what is the matter, did you find the reporter?” Twilight asks, referring to the reporter that published the newspaper article about Sorrow and Joy.
“Sadly yes,” Iron-Sight says, shaking his head.
“Sadly?” Twilight asks, confused.
“He… he had a accident,” Iron-Sight says, sighing.
“What happened?!” Twilight asks, getting a sinking feeling in her guts, “Was it Sorrow?!”
They haven’t met Sorrow since meeting the Shadow Man, which is worrisome.
“No, this…” Iron-Sight tries to say.
“Let’s just cut to the chase Captain,” says the unwanted voice of Corporal Jack Ripper, appearing similarly out of nowhere, “He was hit by a runaway carriage, luckily, or depending how look at it, unluckily for him, it killed him instantly.”
“How’s that lucky?!” Rarity says, horrified.
“Cause it could've been long and painful,” Jack says, smirking, “And if you think this is all very suspicious, then it’s about to become even more so, the carriage was actually stolen a few days beforehand under the cover of darkness.”
“That does sound very suspicious,” Twilight agrees, nodding her head.
“We think so too,” Iron-Sight says, glaring at Jack who just grins back, before gesturing for the girls to follow him.
“So how did it happen?” Twilight asks, following beside Iron-Sight.
“He was hit by the carriage and he died, the end,” Jack says, laughing at his own morbid joke.
“Can it Jack!” Iron-Sight says, wearing the same unimpressed look as the rest of the girls have on their faces.
“What? Just trying to lighten the whole mood with a little joke,” Jack says, grinning like a maniac.
Iron-Sight just shakes his head before replying to Twilight’s question, “His name was Lightning Quill, he is… he was one of those reporters that liked to cause a stir, and it wasn’t hard to track the newspaper article down to him, we just had to ask his editor.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “His neighbors reporting him leaving his house at 6am, which was strange for them, since he often only woke up in the afternoon, so seeing him up this early was unusual, he also looked worried, like he was scared of something, and as soon as he entered the street the carriage came zooming down the empty street, hitting him dead on.”
“It sounds like it was all set up,” Rarity states, a lover of mystery novels.
“Yeah, what I think happened,” Jack says, remarkable serious, “is that he was getting nervous, since he finally thought that he was now way over his head, and thought that he’ll actually get in serious trouble for this. He also must of thought that his life was in danger, so he left home early, hopefully to lose ponies that may be watching him, and was probably heading to the Guards for protection, since his widow said he was going to turn himself in the previous night. The pony who killed him must’ve been his informant in Homicide, who didn’t want his name leaked.”
“Horrible!” Applejack says, shaking her head sadly, “Was there anything at his house that pointed to the murder?”
“If there was we’ll never know,” Iron-SIght sighs, “Since it was suddenly burned down soon after he died. Luckily his wife and daughter weren’t in at the time, so they were spared.”
“It was a tragic but pretty sight, seeing his dead body illuminated by the sight of his burning house,” Jack says, turning to his usual bastard self, “Wish I took a picture.”
“Jack and Officer Fawkes were first on the scene,” Iron-Sight says, ignoring Jack, “Even before the Guards or the Fireponies arrived.”
“Funny that, I was just walking along the streets, touching up the streets graffiti with proper spelling, when I saw smoke,” Jack says, smiling, “I remember thinking to myself, somepony is burning down a house, and I then regretted that I hadn’t got any marshmallows. So I investigated it and I met Fawkes there later.”
“That sounds suspicious,” Rainbow Dash says, glaring at him.
“Are suspecting me?” Jack says, with mock offence.
“If the boot fits,” Rainbow Dash continues.
“Knock that off,” Iron-Sight says, glaring at them, “Since you haven’t got proof then don’t go accusing ponies.”
“Sorry,” Rainbow Dash says, frowning.
“It’s fine,” Iron-Sight says, sighing, “He is remarkably easy to blame for things.”
“Look here we are,” Jack says, giving a wave to the Officer there, who just glares back at him. It’s Officer Fawkes.
“Who’s Officer Fawkes again?” Applejack asks, now that there is a gap for her to speak in.
“He’s the other officer that came to Ponyville for the forest murders,” Rarity explains, “Quite the gentlestallion I thought.”
Jack Ripper seems to snort at that, but doesn’t say anything as Applejack and Rarity glare at him.
“Anything to report Officer?” Iron-Sight asks Fawkes, making him stand to attention.
“No sir,” he says, saluting, “Nothing to report.”
“I see,” Iron-Sight says, sighing again.
“He was probably staring at some of the nice flanks around here, I mean there’s plenty at the moment,” Jack laughs, once again having fun at somepony else's expense.
But unlike last time, when Fawkes went red with embarrassment, he went red with anger.
“Jack I don’t need any more crap from you today,” Fawkes says, with clinched teeth, since he was annoyed unmercifully by Jack before the rest of the guards arrived.
“That’s Corporal to you junior,” Jack says, smirking, walking right up to Fawkes face, “But at least this proves you have balls, you coward!”
Something snapped in Fawkes, and he suddenly punched Jack right across the face, making him stagger. Jack rubs his face, and seeing the blood, smirks, before smacking Fawkes right back, sending flying backwards. They all watch the two homicide officers fight, too shocked to do anything. But nopony notices as they fight, something falls onto the ground and get knocked away.
Eventually Iron-Sight steps forward and yells, “Cut it out, now!!”
Surprisingly it’s Jack who stops first, leaping backwards and letting Fawkes punch swing into mid air, making him fall over.
“This is no place to fight, in front a place where somepony died,” Iron-Sight lectures, glaring at them, “Officer Fawkes, you can go home and cool your head, Jack, you can take over his watch.”
“Yes dad,” Jack says, throwing a mock salute, while looking only slightly roughed up.
“Yes sir,” Officer Fawkes says, looking a lot worst than Jack is, picking up his stuff and walking past the girls.
“It must be hard to work with Jack,” Applejack says to him as he passes, “I can see how you can lose your cool.”
“Tell me about it,” Fawkes sighs, stopping beside the girls and massaging his jaw.
“Why did you join Homicide in the first place?” Pinkie asks, curious.
“Mostly cause the pay is better than the Guards,” Fawkes says, sighing, “Although Jack is worse here than he was when I was in the Guard.”
“You were in the Guard?” Twilight asks, surprised.
“Yeah, and Jack is just as troublesome to the Guards as he is to Homicide,” Fawkes spits, looking angry, “Always making our lives harder than it needs to be.
“It must sucks,” Rainbow Dash notes, looking sympathetic.
“Yeah, I was just glad I didn’t arrive at the scene first, cause I probably would of have lost it sooner if I was with him the whole time,” Fawkes says, shaking his head.
“Jack was here first?” Rarity asks, tilting her head.
“Yeah, way before me, strange since he must of been nearby when it happened,” Fawkes says, shaking his head before walking off, “Goodbye.”
“Bye,” Pinkie says, waving him off.
The girls turn back to the house, and see Jack and Iron-Sight having a conversation.
“What are you talking about?” Pinkie asks, curious.
“Nothing much, Jack seems to have lost something,” Iron-Sight says, sighing.
“Was it important?” Twilight asks, tilting her head.
“Dunno, maybe,” Jack says, looking actually rather confused.
“What?” Applejack says, also confused at Jack answer, “Is it important or not, it’s a simple question.”
“No question is ever simple,” Jack says, smiling a simple smile.
“Huh?” Applejack says, confused.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Jack says, returning to his arseholish nature.
“Sorry I asked,” Applejack says, frowning.
“Anyway, you girls look around,” Iron Sight says, sighing, “Maybe you’ll notice something we missed, since you seem to understand this Shadow Man business better than we do.”
“Ok, we’ll see what we can find,” Twilight says, beginning their search, seeing this is the main reason the girls are here.
Sorrow hasn’t been seen since the incident, even though they looked everywhere again, to find her and lose her again, when they felt that they were so close to solving the mystery. They had to, of course, explain themselves to the town, since the gig was up as it were. The town’s ponies were not happy, nor did they like the idea of having a murder around their town, but they accept it after the word ‘Princess Celestia’ was brought up.
When they were called up to Canterlot by Homicide to talk about the reporter, they had two different hopes, one was that they’ll get to talk the reporter, the other was just hoping that Sorrow didn’t kill him. At least it seems that one came true, since they can’t find any evidence that Sorrow did it, although it doesn’t really feel like how Sorrow would kill somepony like this, Sorrow would be direct.
“I found something,” Pinkie says, picking up something from the ground. It’s a necklace with a X on hanging off it, “Is it important?”
“It’s not magical, if that’s what you mean,” Twilight says, frowning.
“Do you think it’s a clue?” Pinkie asks, kind of excited.
“Wouldn’t think so, you could find things like that nearly anywhere with such a simple design,” Rarity comments, examining it.
“I could examine it further at home for magical traces,” Twilight suggests, shrugging.
“So we’ll just take it back?” Pinkie asks, making sure she understand.
“Just tell Iron-Sight first that we’re taking something from the sight,” Twilight suggests, nodding towards the head of homicide.
“Okie Dokie Loki!” Pinkie says, hoping towards him.
After talking to Iron-Sight for a while she hops back.
“Well?” Twilight asks, curious.
“He said it is fine as long as we tell him if we find anything,”Pinkie explains, happily, putting the amulet in her saddle bag.
“I guess if that’s everything we might as well head home,” Rainbow Dash suggests, getting bored.
“You’re probably right, I don’t think there’s much we can do here anymore,” Twilight sighs, looking around, “I almost sure that Sorrow wasn’t here, so this is just a matter for homicide, so we’ll be no good here.”
Saying their farewells to Iron-Sight they leave, but Pinkie stops when she sees a mare crying in the neighbour’s yard, an adolescent mare and another adult mare comforting her.
“Why are crying?” Pinkie asks, kindly.
“Oh, sorry, am I bothering you? I’ll try and stop if I am…” the crying mare says, looking at Pinkie with tear stained eyes.
“No you’re not bothering me, I was just wonder why and if I can help?” Pinkie offers, smiling kindly.
“What a kind soul,” says the other mare, shaking her head sadly, “But I’m afraid you can’t help, unless you can raise the dead…”
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s wrong.
“Oh, you’re the reporter’s wife,” Pinkie says, her smile fading, “I’m sorry…”
“Yes I am,” the crying mare sobs, hugging the adolescent mare close, “This is our daughter.”
The adolescent gives Pinkie a sad look, who’s obviously been crying as well. Seeing this scene washes away any dislike Pinkie had for the reporter, you often forget that some ponies are just normal ponies like themselves, with families and a life outside what they do…
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Pinkie says, feeling like crying herself.
“Thank you,” she sobs, holding her daughter tighter, “Sorry, I think I need to rest, excuse me.”
“Yes, come inside and rest, my home is your home,” the other mare says, leading the two inside.
“Thank you for talking to me,” Pinkie says, as they walk inside.
“Thanks for your kind words,” the mare says, trying to smile as they enter the neighbour house.
Pinkie sighs as the door closes in front of her, she wonders how many ponies are suffering because of this whole mess, how ponies lost family members and friends to this whole problem…
“The path of the Shadowman is littered with a death and tragedy, there’s often no happy ending for a Shadowman or the people who met it...”
Pinkie whips her head around looking for the voice. It’s the same voice as before, the one that told her how to calm down Sorrow. She notices a black bespectacled stallion with a strange hourglass cutie mark walking behind her, his snout buried in a book.
“Excuse me, wait a minute!” Pinkie says, stopping the stallion.
“Yes?” the stallion says, looking at Pinkie, his voice no the same.
“Oh, sorry, I thought… Nevermind did you hear a disembodied voice?” Pinkie says, sighing.
“No, I don’t think so,” the stallion says, frowning.
“Oh, nevermind then,” Pinkie says, sighing again.
“Hey Pinkie! Hurry up, we almost left without you!” Rainbow Dash yells, flying up to Pinkie, “We’ll miss the next train!!”
“Sorry!” Pinkie says, dashing off with Rainbow Dash and yelling to the stallion, “Sorry for bothering you!!”
The stallion watches the two mares dash off, before turning around and walking away, holding up the book to his face so nopony sees his wicked smile, his mouth full of razor sharp teeth.
“What a nice mare Pinkie is…”
Suddenly he disappears in a column of black fire, leaving behind no trace that he was ever there.
Iron-Sight writes down his report in his office at base, reporting the current incident and the events that took place there.
“The Princess and her friends took something from the crime scene?” Jack Ripper says, who looking over the unfinished report.
“Yeah, but I haven’t written the item in yet. Getting to it,” Iron-Sight says, sighing as he continues to write the report down.
“What did she take?” Jack says, yawning.
“An amulet,” Iron-Sight answers, getting irritated.
“An amulet?” Jack says, seeming to be surprised, “Interesting…”
“It is?” Iron-Sight says, raising an eyebrow.
“Just thinking aloud Captain,” Jack says, standing up and heading out the door, “Want some coffee?”
“That’ll be great, just don’t put anything strange in it,” Iron-Sight warns, glaring at Jack.
“Oh thee of little faith,” Jack says, leaving the office. As Jack walks away from office he says, “Interesting…”
The ride back to Ponyville is long and boring, only broken up by the occasional conversation. But as they nearly reach Ponyville, they decide on something.
“When we reach Ponyville we have to look for Sorrow and Joy again,” Twilight declares, packing up the books she was translating on the trip.
“Right, we haven't seen her since the previous accident,” Pinkie adds, nodding her head, “I’m worried.”
“We also need to hear what she wanted to say to us before,” Applejack adds.
“I just hope we don’t meet the actual Sorrow,” Fluttershy says, nervously.
“Agreed,” Rarity says, nodding her head.
All in agreement, when the train pulls into the station the girls climb off, heading into town.
“Where do you think we should start looking?” Rainbow Dash asks, as they walking into town.
Twilight seems to consider it, “I guess the first place we should look is…”
A sudden sound above them attracts their attention, as they look they gasp as they see the actual Sorrow descend on them, landing and knocking Pinkie to the ground, sending her skidding across the ground. Within seconds Sorrow is above her, claw raised, seeming to strike her.
Her friends scream in horror and Pinkie covers her face, hiding her face in fear, fearing this is the end. The claws come down, the sound of tearing is heard.
Pinkie uncovers and opens her eyes, surprised that she’s not dead, looking at her side, she notices that Sorrow has torn open her saddlebag, and is rooting through the spilled content.
“What the abyss Sorrow?!” Rainbow Dash yells, angrily, helping the shaky legged Pinkie up.
“What’s this?” Sorrow hisses, ignoring Rainbow Dash and holding up the amulet she got from the crime scene in front of Pinkie.
“It’s a amulet?” Pinkie says, scared slightly.
“Where did you get it?!” Sorrow hisses louder, displeased with Pinkie’s answer.
“Canterlot,” Pinkie whimpers, scared.
“Stop that Sorrow!” Twilight yells, standing between Sorrow and Pinkie, “I don’t know what your problem is but being mean to Pinkie won’t help anything.”
“This is the amulet of our enemies, why do you have it!?” Sorrow hisses, referring to both herself and Joy.
“The enemy?” Twilight says, realization suddenly dawning on Twilight’s face, “You mean it belongs to the ponies responsible for what happened at the University.”
“It was made by their master,” Sorrow hisses, suddenly grabbing the amulet in her hand and crushing it, horrifying the girls as the broken bits of metal fall onto the ground.
“Wait!” Twilight says, horrified, “That’s an important clue!”
“Not anymore,” Sorrow hisses, letting the pieces fall to the ground, “Keep out of my business!”
“Don’t be so selfish!” Applejack yells, angrily, “You’re not the only one suffering here!”
“No, I’m not,” Sorrow says, flatly.
“Look we want to help, but this is not the way to do things,” Rainbow Dash says, angrily.
“I do not need any help, if want to help someone, help Joy, she wants it, I do not!” Sorrow hisses.
But before the girls have a chance to respond, Sorrow suddenly changes, turning back into the small, pony shaped shadowman that they’re used to.
“You’re back!” Pinkie says, cheerfulness returning as she suddenly hugs non scary Sorrow.
“Sorry,” the Joy Sorrow says, in her sad small voice.
“It’s not your fault, but we were worried about you,” Pinkie says, continuing to hug her.
“Sorry… can you stop hugging me, please?” Sorrow says, shly.
“Opps, sorry,” Pinkie says, letting go of her.
“Sorrow can you tell us what happened now?” Twilight asks, hoping that they might glean something from this situation.
Sorrow looks around before saying, “Can we go somewhere private first?”
“Sure,” Twilight says, hopefully, “Let’s head back into town.”
The seven of them start walking into town when a booming voice is heard behind them.
“IS THIS PONYVILLE?!!” it yells.
The girls turn around and see, what Twilight recognizes as a cyclops, behind them, staring at them and holding a small piece of paper.
“Umm, yes?” Twilight says, unsure.
“Good, me tired of reading tiny pony map,” he says, in softer tone while throwing away the map, “Me looking for Sorrow.”
“Umm, I’m Sorrow?” Sorrow says, unsure.
Suddenly the cyclop runs forward very fast, kicking Sorrow like a football, sending her flying off into the distance.
“That was easy,” the cyclop says happily, before yelling, “ME STILL THE STRONGEST!! SORROW WEAK!!”
“What the hell?! Why did you do that?!” yells Rainbow Dash, angrily.
“Noisy ponies… ME SQUISH!!” looking like he is about to step on the girls.
But before he can do any squishing, Twilight teleports her and her friends away from him.
“What do you want, why did you attack our friend?” Twilight yells, glaring at the cyclops.
“Noisy ponies won’t play fair,” he says, ignoring the girls, he looks at Ponyville, “Pretty Pony town, ME SMASHES IT AND LOOKS FOR TREASURE!!”
Suddenly he raises his hand, and Twilight, feeling a surge in magic from him, watches as he summons, what seems to be a army of tiny hims.
“Little minions, SMASH TOWN!!” he yells, causing the tiny hims to run into town, smashing into building and attacking ponies.
“What are you doing?!” Twilight yells horrified.
“ME STEALING PONY’S TREASURE!!” he says, proudly.
“Not if we stop you!” Rainbow Dash yells, angrily.
The girls ready themselves to attack this monster, preparing to blast it away with their friendship, but a sudden scream attracts their attention. A mare is about to be crushed by one of the cyclop’s minions, who holding a huge rock above her while she screams for help.
Acting without thinking, Rainbow Dash breaks off from her friends, flying like a bullet at the minion and kicking him and the rock away from the mare. But before she can rejoin her friends, more screams of help catches the attention of the girls, causing them to have to break away from the cyclop to help them.
“We can’t fight him like this!” Rainbow Dash yells, fending off one of the minions, as it tries to attack a group of ponies.
“But if we do go to fight him somepony will get hurt, or worst!” Twilight says, warding off some with her magic.
Suddenly Applejack is seen being thrown, before tumbling across the ground, but luckily she seem to be able to get back up, if not bit unsteadily.
“Applejack! Are you alright?” Rarity yells, concerned, coming to her side.
“I’ll be fine,” Applejack says, spitting out, what they hope is just blood and spit, and not a tooth, “They’re very strong, be careful!”
“I just hope we get some help soon!” Pinkie says, temporarily blinding a minion with her party cannon, “There’s too much to deal with!”
“There seem to be infinite amount of them!!” Twilight yells, wondering how long they could hold out.
It doesn’t take the girls long to realize, unless someone help them soon, something terrible will happen to somepony soon…
Flying through the skies Sorrow remains motionless, until suddenly she stops midair, hovering in the sky until she turns to face Ponyville in the distance, her mask pitch black. Nearly instantly she transforms into Sorrow’s true form, her eyes narrow in anger.
“How dare he!”
Her tentacles form into a pair of large wings and flies off to Ponyville. Something is going die...