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// Surprise, surprise! 
// Story: Poetic Justice 
// by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler 
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~Poetic Justice.~

~Chapter-2: Surprise, surprise!~





Twilight Sparkle's P.O.V:

That night when I went home, I still felt sad for Sombra. About how he suffered so much when he was a colt. Nopony deserved to suffer like that.

"Twilight, you're back!" I heard Spike exclaim.

"Hiya Spike!" I waved.

"So, why did Cadance call you there?" he asked.

"She needed help with opening the passage to Sombra's room," I told him.

"Oh," said Spike. "Wait! Did you just say Sombra's room?!"

"Yes, I did," I told him. "Cadance wanted to check some records."

I yawned, and Spike said, "Go and rest or you won't be able to wake up early, and then you'll be..."

"I sure am," I replied. "Night, Spike."

"Night, Twilight," he said, and I hugged him before going to my room. I put my saddlebag on the table, and then I had a shower.

After that and brushing my mane, I laid in bed and shut my eyes, ready for a long sleep.





I woke up in the morning, fully rested and about to get out of bed when I saw somepony standing above me. Red eyes, curved horn, full body covered with armor, and that smirk. He was King Sombra!

I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could, Sombra put an armored hoof on it. "Quiet," he hissed. "I have not come to attack."

Once he moved his hoof, I asked, "How can I believe you?"

"Oh come on, Sparkle," he said. "My magic isn't working, how would I attack you?" He proved it by failing to levitate a book. "And knifes are too hard to hold," he said.

"Then why are you here, if not to attack?", I asked him.

"When you were unlocking the passage, I saw that you weren't exactly terrible at dark magic, but you weren't perfect either," he started explaining. "And after much thinking, I have decided to teach you how to become good at it. You'll be able to use it without your head hurting."

"You want to teach me dark magic? No thanks, Sombra," I said. "This must be a trick, and besides, I have a good enough teacher. Princess Celestia has taught me everything that I need to know about magic."

"Celestia is teaching you dark magic?" he asked. "Hmph. She's not even good at it. I could teach you how to use it perfectly. You'll become the best at both, light and dark magic."

"My answer's still no," I told him. "Dark magic will corrupt me, as it did to you. I don't want to become some evil, power-thirsty monster."

"Dark magic isn't used just for bad things, Sparkle," he started. "It can be used for good things. It can be used to save lives, healing, protection, and many other things."

"Like killing ponies," I retorted. "I'm not going to believe you, Sombra. I don't know what you want, but know this. I will not accept dark magic lessons from you."

I got out of bed and ignored him. He asked, "Then why don't you do an experiment? To see if dark magic can be used for good?"

"Huh?" 

"Why don't you see if Dark Magic can be used for good? And while you're at it, why not try to reform the biggest threat in Equestria?" 

Well... It could be interesting... "Fine, I'll accept your lessons, but if you're trying to corrupt me, you wouldn't even want to know what I'll do to you."

He smiled, "Of course, princess."

"Stay here," I said as I left the room. "Don't even thinking of moving. I'll be back after breakfast."

"As you wish, Princess," he replied, still keeping his smile on.

King Sombra's P.O.V:

"As you wish, Princess," I replied, still keeping my smile on. She shut the door, and I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from yelling yes.

I had managed to get her to accept the lessons. My plan was working.

I needed to stay here while I got my magic back. And because I would be teaching her magic, Sparkle wouldn't say a word about me to anypony.





Sparkle returned half an hour later, and closed the door. "I'm ready," she said.

"Then we may start," I grinned. "I'll teach you the basics first. To use dark magic, you must power it by an emotion such as hatred or anger. If you use anger to power your magic, then you'll start feeling angry for no reason. But if you use hatred, then let's just say it's a better option."

Sparkle was taking notes on what I said. "Now Sparkle, I want you to think of somepony that you have deep hatred for. Is there anypony like that?"

"Yes," she replied. "Chrysalis."

"Chrysalis? Why her, if you don't mind to tell me."

"She pretended to be my sister in law and tried to kill me a few years ago," she said.

"I see..."  I said. "Now, I want you to think of how much you hate Chrysalis. How you want to just blast her into a thousand pieces. How the very sound of her name makes you feel disgusted."

Sparkle started thinking of that, and I saw a flash in her eyes. "Now," she conjured a statue of Chrysalis. "I want you to destroy this statue with that hatred."

Twilight Sparkle's P.O.V:

"I see..." Sombra said. "Now, I want you to think of how much you hate Chrysalis. How you want to just blast her into a thousand pieces. How the very sound of her name makes you feel disgusted."

I started thinking of that. "Now," he said as I unconsciously conjured a statue of Chrysalis. "I want you to destroy this statue with that hatred."

I let my hatred for Chrysalis take over, and the next thing I knew, that statue was blasted into a thousand pieces. "Good," he smiled. "Now, I want you to practice destroying, by using dark magic."

I conjured, and destroyed. After I finished, something hit me. I said, "My head didn't hurt when I was using dark magic to destroy those statues."

He told me, "That's because now you are using it correctly. Now, you are using hatred to fuel your magic. One cannot use dark magic properly when they are using positive emotions such as happiness. One can only do it when they fuel their magic with anger, hatred, or even sadness."

I quickly wrote that down.





After a few more practice sessions, Sombra let me have a break. He told me that he'd teach me more tommorow. And for that, I couldn't wait.

Before I slept, I conjured a bed for Sombra. After all, it wouldn't be kind of me if I didn't.