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// Necro's Not-So-Grand Unveiling 
// Story: Discord's Final Wish 
// by BaleonRosen 
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*Several minutes earlier* 

“Princess, please wait for us.”
Luna stormed through the palace gardens angrily, being chased by two of her Royal Guards. 
“I did not ask for your assistance!” she yelled, summoning a magical barrier between her and her pursuers. 

“We understand that Princess, but Princess Celestia has ordered us to accompany you,” said one, pressing an armoured hoof against the barrier. 
“Is her trust for me that little?” asked Luna, surging more energy into the barrier. 
The guard pulled back her slightly tingling hoof and sighed. 

“I cannot speak on behalf of Princess Celestia, but I do know one thing.” 
The guard straightened up and stood at attention. 
“It is our duty to follow you until told otherwise, and we will do that.” 
The other guard stepped forward to join her companion. 
“That’s right,” she said, “Of course, if you, as the Princess, were to order us not to follow you, we would have to follow those orders.” 
She coughed slightly and winked at Luna.

The princess took a deep breath and lowered her barrier. 
“Thank you,” she said calmly before facing the guards again, “I order you to stop following me.” 
The two guards nodded and smiled to each other. 
“We will do just that,” said one, bowing slightly. 
“Thank-” 

Luna’s sentence was cut short by a large ‘thump’ and the guards stared in horror at the scene unfurling before them. 

Luna stood rigidly, covered from head to hoof in wet ashes and charred books. Her horn was all that protruded from the pile, but the two guards could feel the pure malice and rage emanating from their submerged leader. 
“Princess,” started one, tentatively approaching the pile, “are you okay?” 
There was a muffled hiss, and some of the ash moved away, revealing Luna’s mouth. 
“Leave. Now.” 
Both guards nodded and disappeared, teleporting far away from their enraged leader. 
Luna stood in the pile for a moment, trying to regain her composure. After several minutes of deep breathing, her horn ignited and the ash and books spread to the ground around her, leaving her cold, now grey body shiver in the breeze that was picking up. 

This had better not be Creon’s doing, she said to herself, he has caused me enough anguish today.
“Princess Luna!” came a call from behind her, and she turned to see one of Celestia’s Guards galloping towards her. 
“I am checking for any sign of a pile…” his sentence trailed off as he surveyed the area around his princess. 
“A pile of books and ashes?” she asked, her voice unnaturally cold and vastly contrasting her welcoming smile.

“Ah, yes, your majesty.” 
He hesitantly spat out his sentence and tensed his quivering body. 
“Tell me,” said Luna, her smile not faltering, “Why have I been assaulted by this unceremonious pile of ash and paper?” 
The guard stuttered as he spoke. 
“I- I w- I was on guard at the library when I saw someone - throw the pile from the window.” 

The guard took a deep breath before continuing. 
“I immediately teleported nearby to clean the mess before anyone saw it, but - um…”
He trailed off again, faltering towards the end of his sentence. 
“I see,” said Luna, her uncanny smile making the guard wish he had ignored the pile of ash. 
The princess stepped forward once more, and moved her face right next to the guard’s. The guard wanted to cry, but against all odds, he kept his calm demeanor.

“One last question,” she hissed into his ear, making the guard tense more than he thought possible, “Who was it that evacuated these ashes from the library?” 
The guard wanted to scream, but his throat was closed. His legs would not respond, even though he wished with all his might that they would turn and run. He pushed aside these fear induced thoughts and quickly answered his princess’s question. 
“I did not get the best view of the culprit, but I know that he was a grey unicorn, with- with oddly shaped, wings, much like that of your-” 

He stopped talking when he noticed the princess had turned away from him. Her mane was changing before his very frightened eyes, morphing from her normal star spangled blue to a blinding white.  Electricity arced from her mane into the ground, and said ground began to shift, as though it were as uncomfortable as the guard watching this transformation. Her coat became darker and darker, until it was almost black despite the ash. This coat colour was a stark contrast to her now pure white eyes.

It was with this last thought that the guard realized the princess was now staring straight into his eyes. He no longer felt scared. He no longer felt like running. He no longer felt the need to scream. He no longer felt anything. His eyes glazed over and he collapsed in a heap at the feet of his ruler. 
Luna’s face contorted into a snarl, and cracks ran like veins along her face, electric blue light running between the fissures.

“Creon,” whispered the princess snarled, surprisingly calmly, “I hope you know how to run.” 


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You should have run when you had the chance. 
“Yeah, thanks,” hissed Creon, trying hard not to move. 
He could still feel the magic coming from behind him, and was afraid to turn around. 

“Creon.” 
The words echoed around his head and Creon gulped. 
“Turn around.” 
Don’t do it you fool, it’s a trap!
Creon ignored Necro, and, against his better judgment, shifted in his seat to face the princess. 
Idiot!
Necro’s warning was once again too late as an earthshattering buck connected with his face. He was tossed across the room at a speed rivalling that of the famous Sonic Rainboom and he collided with the wall with a sickening crunch. The wall collapsed around him and the library became eerily quiet.

The library was almost empty now, with most of the civilians having left during the silence. Only Titian and the librarian remained in the room, not including Cake, who was still in pieces inside the makeshift bag. Titian watched in horror as her new friend was launched across the room and flinched heavily when he hit the wall. 
“Creon?” she whispered, checking to see if he was still alive. 
“I doubt he will trouble us anymore, Titian,” said Luna coldly, her drastic change in appearance gradually fading, “that would have put even my sister in the hospital, let alone some pathetic -” 

Luna was cut off by a shuffling sound coming from the wreckage and her eyes widened with both shock and fear as a red stallion emerged from where Creon had landed. 

“Damn, that was close,” he sighed, stretching his muscles, “that could have gotten bad quickly.” 
“Who are you!?” demanded Luna as her mane began turning white. 
The stallion laughed and then sighed. 
“You are all quite thick aren’t you? No wonder Creon underestimated your power.” 
“Answer me!” Luna yelled.

“No,” said the stallion calmly, dusting specks of rubble from his coat, “I don’t think you deserve it. I mean, you attacked us after all.” 
Titian gasped. 
“What?” asked Luna angrily. 
She tried to control her temper, but that was proving to be a futile gesture. 
“I think that is Necro,” Titian whispered to her leader. 
Luna made a confused expression, but the stallion laughed again and made his way towards them.

“You are right, Titian,” he said, “I am Necro. And before you ask, yes, Creon and I inhabit the same body. Sort of.” 
Luna opened her mouth to question Necro, but he continued on, purposefully interrupting her. 
“My body appears to be physically stronger than Creon’s. at first I was planning to dodge your buck, that is why I took control, but I was too slow and didn't switch before he was struck. I think Creon might be more magically adept than I am. That's a shame. Oh well, no need to bother you with that useless information. Not yet anyway.”

Before Luna could finish processing all the information she had just been given, Necro had her pinned to the ground underhoof. 
“I get the feeling that you won’t listen to me,” sighed Necro, “so I’ll have to lock you up until I know you won’t attack us.” 
The same black aura that Creon used floated from Necro’s horn and wrapped itself around Luna’s hooves and horn, before making solid rings. The rings appeared to be made by black crystals, and Titian felt uneasy just looking at them. 

“Now then,” said Necro, lifting Titian onto his back with magic, “shall we be off?” 
Titian nodded, but Necro could sense the fear she was truly feeling. 
“Don’t worry, Titian. I won’t harm anyone.” 
He turned and smiled wickedly towards the still pinned Princess. 
“Well, not much, if I’m being honest.” 

And with that he used his front hoof to knock the princess out. 
“It’s easier to travel this way,” he said to Titian, who was frozen with shock. 
Necro shrugged and took hold of Luna’s dull blue mane in his teeth. The mane’s corporeal nature had left it when the crystals had formed around Luna, and it didn’t take long for Necro to bunch it up and create a makeshift handle from it.

“Let’s be off,” he said, before strolling casually out of the room with a struggling princess and shocked changeling in tow.


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The librarian looked around quickly to make sure the red stallion had left before emerging from her hiding place. She surveyed her ruined library and tears began to well up in her eyes. 
“The princess is going to be so angry,” she sniffed and she began to cry softly.

A muffled whimper broke her from her sorrow and she looked around the room to find its source. After a few seconds of searching she found what she was looking for. The noise was emanating from a small bag that appeared to be made from a cushion, and the librarian tentatively opened it. 

She screamed when she saw the contents, and collapsed next to the bag. 

“Damn it!” squeaked Cake, trying to wriggle his “head” free of the bag, “I am never getting put back together am I?”