Sombra’s POV:
The journey to the griffins’ homeland wasn’t nearly as long as I thought it would be. Although Styx is holding onto the colt, therefore, the griffins got what they wanted. I see what looks like jail cells with holes in the ceilings. The next thing I know, I am falling into one of them. I use my magic to slow my fall and then I am crushed under the weight of Styx. Not wanting to use her wings as not to show them that she can fly. I push her off of me to see that she is still holding the colt. I sit up and take the colt away so she can shake herself off. The griffins will find out soon enough that you shouldn’t capture a female changeling who is protecting any young, and her mate. Well, sucks for them, I will just sit back with the colt, and watch the chaos happen around me. I shuffle the colt and I into the back right corner of the cell and look at Styx. She is looking at me with gratitude and longing. She looks down at the colt in my hooves and sighs, she glances up at me and I know that she is wishing for something. I know she wants a foal of her own just as much as I do, but that has to wait, we have the royal colt to protect and bring home. Styx turns away from me and turns into one of the things I have never seen her turn into before. A black dragon, it suits her, and it will get the job done. I put a protective shield over me and the colt to protect from the falling debris that is raining down upon us from the ceiling and walls. I watch her fly off and can only imagine the looks on the faces of the griffins as a dragon comes out of their cell block.
THUNK! A griffin just tried to get into our shield, HAH! That is never going to work. At least twenty more griffins land behind the first one and I think that means that I need to take care of these ones. I make a small shield to protect the colt in a bubble that will move with him should he be frightened. I step out of my shield and pull out my sword, deciding that it isn’t worth my effort to use magic. These are probably well trained soldiers, but not nearly as well trained as me or any of my Umbra. I place the sword handle in my mouth and begin a battle to protect this colt. The clashing and banging becomes just another part of the world around me. I parry attack at the same speed that I am cutting down the guards. They are willing to die for their cause, and so am I, it’s just that I don’t plan to let anyone get close enough to me to let that happen. I swing and spin until a large thump shakes that ground. I turn towards the colt to see him climbing up onto Styx, who is still a dragon. I look at her and see her nod her head, indicating me to get on. I split my sword into 10 swords with my magic and send them all flying towards their targets as I run and jump onto Styx’s back. I wrap one leg around her right wing and the other around the colt, and then we are in the air, flying back towards the Crystal Empire.
I look behind me to see the damage that she laid down upon the Eastern Griffin kingdom. Except all I see is broken buildings and ashes. I can barely see a few griffins that are alive and weary, but they are few in comparison to those that lie dead. I turn to look at the colt who is looking back towards the carnage.
“Who is Styx?” meekly asks the colt.
“What?”
“The name written in flames says Styx.”
“Styx is the dragon you are riding on, Styx is also the pony that threw herself over you so that you weren’t captured just by yourself.”
“Thank you Styx,” says the colt, hugging onto one of her back spikes.
She huffs in contentment as we start to come into view of the Crystal Empire.