I look up at the throne in front of me, and the crown upon it. I look at the Storm Creature, and back at the crown, “Are you sure, Elder?”
The Elder looks at me, and nods, “It is written that the bravest warrior, the most determined soul, and the kindest leader shall take the throne. Tempest Shadow has told us none would fit the throne better than you. The crown is yours.”
I look at it for a while, until I finally take a step towards the throne. I pick up the crown, and put it on my head. The golden headwear fits perfectly, sitting comfortably, and firmly on my head.
I turn to face the Elder, and see them bow to me, “Welcome, King Avatar. The people await a speech from their King.”
I look, and see a balcony. I walk towards it, barely even noticing as the Elder slips a cape onto my back.
I step onto it, and look over the town. Storm Creatures stand in the streets below the balcony, eagerly waiting for their King. Waiting for me.
I look at the thousands below me. Soldiers, merchants, men, women, children. Thousands of eyes on me, waiting for me to start the new age in history.
I start to speak, not even thinking as I do. A spell amplifies my voice for all to hear.
“People of the Storm Kingdom. My people. For too long, you have been held under the madman known as the Storm King. He who forced entire races into servitude, and tried to purge the entire race of ponies. He has paid for his crimes, and now is nothing more than a pile of ash on the Canterlot Palace’s floor. Now as his ashes blow away in the wind, his mark upon this place blows away as well! We will change with it! No longer shall we look to the world to help us! No longer shall we kill and commit atrocities in order to force the world under our control! We shall serve the world! We shall serve the nation we almost killed! Our existence is now to help in every way possible! This is a new chapter in our history. This is our golden age! No longer are the Storm Kingdom! We are now the United Storm! And we shall unite this world in balance and harmony! No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard it is, we are strong enough!”
The crowd below erupts in applause. I smile, and give a wave as I exit back to the throne room.
Yet, as I enter, I see two figures that shouldn’t be there. A man stands there, wearing purple robes that flow in a nonexistent wind.
I take a step back, “You?”
He nods, and his emotionless eyes stare into me, “Yes. Edis, God of Endings.”
I narrow my eyes, “What do you want?”
He smiles, yet it has no meaning, “Your help.”
I glare even more, “More specific.”
He sighs, “You’ve seen what the Storm King can do, yes? There’s somebody out there who succeeded. And she killed every race, except the ponies. I need your help to defeat her.”
I raise an eyebrow, “Like, right now?”
He shakes his head, “No, but sometime soon. I know that what the Storm King almost did sickens you. And I know that you will help.”
I sigh, “Fine, whatever, if someone has done something so evil.”
He vanishes, and leaves me with the other figure in robes.
Avatar Roku stands there, yet he seems to glow blue. He smiles, full of emotion, “Now that you have defeated the King, maybe you will have time to chat? At least learn the Avatar history?”
I move past him, and take a seat on the throne, “If you insist upon it, mate. Go on.”
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A pony moves through the halls of Canterlot Palace, ignoring the speech the Princesses are giving to the hurt populace.
They say no action is to be taken. They say the one who caused it has died. They will sit around and do nothing to avenge them!
They are weak. I am strong!
I move into the throne room, and see the pile of ash in the middle of it.
The flesh falls off my bones with every step I take. The only thing keeping the bones together is my cloak, and my determination.
The cloak she made. The determination she caused. The strength she made. The flesh and bones she forged.
The love I gave her. The magical tricks to impress her. The strength for her. The flesh I would gladly give up to save her.
The insanity fills my mind. The power fills my bones. The fire fills my eyes.
The anger at her loss! The revenge I shall get! The lives taken for her! The lives I shall take!
I summon up the power, and the ashes glow green, “Rise from the grave, King of Storms! Rise, and fight to pay back the death you caused! I call you to serve my will! To kill for her death!” I laugh, letting the insanity finally take over, “For I am no longer a pony! I am no longer weak! I am no longer blind!” The ashes start to forge together, and I laugh louder, “I am Nerazîbûnê! And I shall have revenge!”