Queen Umbra.
It was a name feared throughout the Empire of the North. The Crystal Ponies still shivered in terror when it was uttered. They would never forget the dreaded tyrant and what she did to them. Unspeakable nightmares still plagued the citizens. The only thing keeping them sane was knowing she was dead. The Elements had finished her. The Crystal Heart would keep them safe. She was gone.
However, deep within a dark cave in the northern frontier. Away from the prying eyes of Crystal Ponies or Yaks. In a place every creature kept away from, vile energies swirled around. Inside of this dark, vile cave were a group of black cloaked individuals. Their cloaks sometimes moved to showcase dark armor underneath. The sigil of a Red Horn engraved into their chest pieces.
Words of black magic escaped their lips as they huddled around a sigil in the ground. In the middle was a single piece of silver armor. A piece that once belonged to none other than Queen Umbra, the lord of these spiteful sorcerers. It was hard to find. Most of their master had been utterly destroyed but some fractions of her had survived the fatal blow done to her all those years ago.
They had found one large enough to hold the energy required for the spell. Hope filled the dark hearts of the sorcerers. They spewed their words of power into the spell before them. They poured as much as they could. They had to make this work. Otherwise, they were done for. Their master's work destroyed. That couldn't happen. They would push through and make sure everything went smoothly.
The energy started to build up as the spell activated. The runes glowed. Everything was falling into place. Their voices grew louder as the chanting increased in pace. They would summon their master and all would be right in the world. The Crystal Empire. Equestria. No, the world would be under their dominion. Nothing could stop them.
With a flash, their spell came to a crescendo. The sorcerors closed their eyes for a moment before looking at what they had done. Before them was a beautiful and curvy woman. She wore silver armor that covered her front while had slimmer black armor cover most of the rest of her body. Her upper torsos top portion was uncovered showcasing much of her smooth, silky skin and large breasts. Her arms only had armor around the forearm near her wrists. A red cape billowed out behind her. A silver crown was upon her head with two spikes on either side of it with a two small curved red horns at the front around a silver circle. A small piece of black armor went down between her eyes and a larger red horn lifted upwards from the middle.
Long black hair cascaded down from the crown, framing her beautiful face. Even after being dead, her hair was luxurious and well taken cared of. Her lips were enticing and had red lip gloss to them that begged to be kissed. Her eyes though were horrifying. The iris was pure blood red with black snake slits. A sickly green color filled the rest and purple smoke leaked out of the corners of her eyes. She was a threatening individual. Beautiful and powerful.
She smiled as she looked at her hands. The being looked herself over, as if checking if everything was there. She even slid a hand over her breasts enticingly, chuckling deeply as she did so. Yes, everything was in order.
One of the sorcerers stepped forward and fell on his knees. Bowing his head, he spoke. "Your Majesty, it is an honor to see you in the flesh once more."
"Of course it is," her voice was bombastic and haughty, yet pleasant to listen to. "I am Queen Umbra, the greatest Queen to ever live! You should feel grateful I have heard your summoning. Each of you shall be given the rank of general in my new kingdom and given lordship over a city after I rule once again."
"Your Majesty is most generous," the sorcerer said, keeping his head down.
'True, so very true." Umbra thrust out her hand, throwing her cape behind her dramatically. "Today starts a new day. A grand day. A day that will be remembered forever."
"All hail Queen Umbra!" The sorcerers chanted.
"All hail me!" Umbra lifted her hand to point to the ceiling of the cave. "The reign of a new queen is at hand." Her cruel laughter filled the area.
Celestia's eyes widened as she shivered. She sat up on her bed. The low light of the moon reflected wonderfully off her sweat, light skin. Her loose sleeping robe slipping past her shoulders, showing off some of her large bust. Her citizens sometimes associated her with a fertility goddess in name because of her large size and shapely form. She was honestly flattered by the comparison. Her sister Luna liked to call her a cow. She was most certainly less flattered by that comparison. Her gorgeous purple eyes worriedly looked around as her rainbow mane billowed out around her.
Something was wrong. So very wrong. It was as though her whole body had noticed something was off. Like a dark presence had returned. She wasn't sure if her sister had felt the same way. Of course, they both had with Tirek but her sister wasn't as attuned with the overall world as her. At least, not yet. Being a way for a thousand years stunted her growth in some ways.
No, she was on her own for at least a while. Her sister was busy dealing with the dreams of Equestria and beyond. She would not burden her with her feelings. She idly thought of calling a guard to aid her, but threw that idea aside. She was no longer a princess. She sighed. She no longer had a purpose. She didn't even have to raise and lower the sun anymore and that thought… made her feel small and worthless. She'd get over it. She knew that much, but still. It did still sting a bit. She hoped she could find a way to be useful other than a confidant to Dusk.
She didn't want him to rely on her guidance forever. Dusk Shine deserved to rule with his own hands. With his own friends. The days of the Sun and Moon duo were over. A sobering fact. Now though, she had a lot of time on her hands. She laid back down. In the morning, she would look into it. She needed to be of some use. The villains in the past few years had shown her enough that she had grown weak in the centuries of peace. She needed to regain some of her past strength and usefulness.
She closed her eyes. The morning would bring upon a new day. Perhaps… Perhaps she would find her purpose in this world. She chuckled at the thought. Now that was just something a princess in a fable would think. Someone who would have a prince in shining armor swoop in and save her. To show her a new and exciting journey. Now wouldn't that be something?
In another world of magic, a young Japanese boy whistled as he walked through a lone field. His name was none other then Hiraga Saito, the famous Gandaflr. The famous left hand of God, as the title said. He had a number of titles due to his deeds. He honestly didn't care for most of them. They brought on too much attention, which usually put him in more situations that almost killed him. He died once. He didn't fancy dying again.
"So partner," Derflinger, his talking sword, spoke up from his back. "What do you plan to do today? I can't 'handle' waiting."
Saito rolled his eyes. He was used to his sword using bad sword puns, or just bad puns in general. He had to get used to it because he was his main sword. Of course, given he was the Gandalfr he could literally use any weapon. The magic gave him the knowledge and power to do that. He even used a world war 2 fighter plane because of it. However, Derflinger was a magic sword. He had helped him in many battles before. He couldn't imagine fighting without him and to be honest, he was a friend of sorts. He wouldn't say that out loud however.
"I wanted some time to myself," Saito said. "To get some fresh air."
"You sure it's because you don't want to get blown up?"
Saito chuckled nervously, "Noooo." This morning, he had kissed Siesta. Accidentally, but it happened. It would appear his life was like a manga that way. Oh he cared about Siesta but… it was strange. A part of him knew he loved Louis, but the other girls also had a special place in his heart. He really needed to think about this in the future or else he might just die from explosions.
"You're going to get it one day," Derflinger chuckled, "Unless you get them all together. You're a sly guy after all."
Saito scoffed, "Like that's going to happen. That's not how it works."
"Little boy," Derflinger spoke. "You were dragged from another world. Have access to a magical ability gifted from myth. You've been able to fight an entire army with said power and your master is another being of myth when it comes to power. I could go on. Your life aint simple or something that's basically happened before. A few girls that love you together? AInt that far fetched."
Saito sighed, "As much as I'd like to try, Louise would kill me."
"Well then do a better job of it."
Saito snorted, "Yeah, yeah. I get it." He knew the sword was right. He just needed to think of how to do it in a way that wouldn't get him killed.
Oh well, at least he'll have a day to himself to relax and not think about all of that. Perhaps he'd pop into town to get a drink. That would be nice. He had enough money to buy a few things. Maybe he'd buy Louise something to calm her down. Well that and see her smile. She had a really nice one.