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// The Homo Sapien, From the Perspective of The King 
// Story: The Crystal Human 
// by PhoenixHorseGuy 
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“What was that thing? It wasn’t like anything I had seen before. And how could it run so quickly on just two legs?”

I had been theorizing as to the identity of what the creature I had encountered outside the borders of my empire was, but so far my mind was coming up blank. The body structure reminded me of a minotaur at first, yet its movements as it fled from me seemed much more monkey-like.

“And it knew how to use a crossbow…” I rubbed the spot where the arrow had hit my horn once more. “Not a bad shot either… would’ve made for a good archer in my army.”

“Damnit, Sombra. You know better than to get distracted like that! So what if something that looked like… her had run into your peripheral vision! That’s no excuse to take your eyes off of the threat right in front of you! No matter how weak you think it is!”

I began to pace around the small outpost I had taken refuge in. It was an old military outpost, abandoned shortly after I assumed the throne and took the Empire on the offensive against The Sisters to the south.

“It’s the Yak’s all over again.” One of my greatest embarrassments. I had let my confidence that the Yak’s wouldn’t intervene in my war against the sisters blind me so much I left the border completely undefended. And when they did attack, my Empire practically collapsed in on itself!

I walked up to the remnants of the second floor of the outpost, providing an excellent view of my empire.

“Just who is keeping that shield up? I doubt it was that white unicorn who saved the creature earlier. I wonder if… that would be just like her, wouldn’t it? For Celestia to send a puppet to claim my throne.” Oh, how I detested the Solar Monarch. She always had a tendency to intervene when she was not wanted or needed. Even after I had taken the throne, she still tried to meddle in the politics of my Empire.

And don’t get me started on her sister. She was truly detestable. I will admit that she earned my respect on the field of battle on a few occasions, but she was clearly deranged. No sane pony talks to themselves in the middle of a battle!

“No sane pony talks to themselves at all!” I yelled out, speaking to… myself. “Like I’m doing… right now.” A sigh escaped my lips as I looked out at my empire once more.

“Was that biped also sent by her? It wouldn’t surprise me. He’s probably the usurper's guard. Not a very good one, but a guard nonetheless.”

You know what? I don’t care where the biped came from. If it was sent by Celestia, or came here of its own accord, or if it was brought here by somepony else. All I know is this.

Next time, I’m not hesitating. I am killing that thing, and that is final.