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// Chapter3a: Sombra, pt1 
// Story: Nightingale 
// by East Coast 
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"Presenting His royal majesty, King Sombra vas Umbrae and the princess, Nightinggale vas Umbrae!"

I looked around the ball room, lit up by colored lanterns the place glowed with a cascade of lights and the smiling faces of ponies from the diamond district of Crystal City, stomping their hooves in appreciation. Revering us. Cherishing their lives, honoring me for letting them keep them.

I am Sombra, Shadow King of the North. 

You will love me.

Or you will die.

This world now lays on the precipice of a new age. Arcane science has proved that the archaic ways of the old regime were holding us back, civilization and industry flourish. The masses live unaware that their 'republic' is actually a monarchy, that will become a dynasty...

Tonight I hold a gala, in honor of my second decade as emperor. 

I survey the room, everypony seems enraptured, my very presence instills hope and love in the subjects of my kingdom.

What fools.

Idealism and nativity veil the ponies of my kingdom. Lies they eat like hay. Things are no different than they were, just more advanced, and a new face on the throne.

Well, mostly. There will always be ponies who see past the ruse...

I surveyed the room for one such pony finding him striping my daughter with his eyes...

Like a moth to a flame he would follow her.


And the little moth will burn...