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// Teaser 
// Story: My Little Lich King 
// by Lunafan1k 
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	Luna? You remember when you asked me if I had had any relationships since our fight?

The mountains were barren, devoid of any life. An unforgiving wind blew snow between the frozen mountain tops, howling in despair as the untamed weather ran rampant. 

I lied when I said I never did.

The flurry of snow continued unabated, swirling in a deadly vortex around any and all obstacles. The wind continued over another great drift, striking a large block of ice with its payload of loose snow.

I had loved once. That love bore a child.

The block of ice contained within a frozen figure of a pony. The pony's eyes frozen open to forever stare out into the vast void of endless wasteland, the snow and ice his only companions.

I was so proud of him, his great power, his sense of justice, his compassion.

Slowly, wisps of a light blue energy began to seep from the pony's eyes, growing brighter with each passing moment.

He had power that could have easily rivaled mine, yet that was his curse.

The frozen tomb cracked, a large crevice across the surface. Smaller cracks spider-webbed outward as the crevice was forced to open wider.

He felt he was above the citizens of Equestria, even the royal family.

The last of the ice falling away, the pony stepped out into the storm. His body was covered head to hoof in plate armor, decorated in skulls and spikes of various sizes, his light blue mane was all that could be seen flowing out from beneath his helm. The cold did not bother him, his armor was enchanted to protect against the elements, not like they could do anything to him anyway.

He used his power to influence ponies to his will, to those who refused, he killed or enslaved.

The pony reached back over his shoulder, grabbing his massive sword in his teeth. He slowly unsheathed it, revealing more skulls and wicked spikes near the hilt. Along the flat of the blade various runes began to glow and dance with the eerie blue light.

The worst part? The ones he kills, he brings back to life to fight for him.

The pony thrust the sword out in front of himself, holding it parallel with the ground. The storm  began to swirl around him, the closest snowflakes were overtaken with a blue glow as they struck and fused with the sword. Soon the sword itself was glowing a bright blue. Satisfied, he reared back and drove the sword into the ice.

His power can not only enslave the bodies of the dead, but their very souls as well.	

The ground shook and violently shattered as the very mountain seemed to thrash about. As the ice shifted, a massive claw dug its way to the surface. With its new found leverage, the skeleton of a massive dragon pulled itself from the pits of the mountain. The same blue magic condensed and formed a massive sphere in the rib cage, contracting in a regular rhythm, pumping more magic to all the bones and joints of the skeleton. The undead dragon approached the edge of a massive cliff, looking out into a great valley.

Sister, if he ever finds a way to escape his prison, Equestria is surly doomed.

The dragon took flight, the blue magic holding it aloft as it beat its tattered wings. As it soared through the valley, the dragon roared, the sound echoing throughout the valley. Behind it trailed a blue fog, seeping into the ground. Soon after, the skeletal remains of thousands of ponies dug their way to the frozen surface.

For his new found purpose in existence, his ultimate desire...

The pony stood at the edge of the cliff watching as the sun set on his massive army of the undead. He would soon march his armies across the lands to take what is rightfully his.

...Is to be King.