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The wind blew against a cloak as black as night as he walked through a hoard of Zombies, the Zombies and spiders quickly fleeing before his dark might. He smiled as the scrambled before him, but he was quick to rectify his mistake of smiling by replacing it with a scowl. His gaze locked on a single tent as his steel boots clanked against the checkerboard ground.

“I told you Chrysalis that this would go wrong! I told you that we needed to be sure! But no! You had to disagree with me, and now look at what your foolishness has brought upon us! Defeat, that’s what it got us!”

A definite feminine voice now started shouting amongst the three inside the tent.

“Don’t you go blaming me for this; Discord is just as much to blame as I am!”

He entered the tent and sat in the corner, completely invisible to the three arguing creatures. Speaking of which, the mismatched one is talking now.

“What! Why am I getting the blame for this? I agreed with you for pony’s sake!”

“BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET! You are both to blame for this situation that we have found ourselves to be in.”

He spoke out then, his voice dark and menacing. “You have failed me Sombra.”

All three stopped their arguing and gulped, they turned slowly to face him. And again, they gulped upon seeing him sitting in the corner. A black as night hood covering his entire body except for his mouth, they could see a pair of glowing eyes from beneath the hood. He sighed, and lifted his gaze to them.

Sombra’s eyes turned to pinpricks as his gaze rested upon him. He began stuttering out an explanation.

His voice boomed inside the small tent. “I DO NOT WANT YOUR EXCUSES SOMBRA! I LEFT YOU IN CHARGE HERE, NOT THEM!”

Sombra gulped and the smoke began to fizz into thin air around his body. Herobrine advanced upon the small pony.

“Well too bad, because I am going to tell you.” He leaned in close to Sombra, and spoke in as dark and menacing tone than what was normal of him. “I get rid of them Sombra, as they have no more use to me.”

Leaning back up from him, he looked at the rising dawn and sighed. “When you want something done right, go do it yourself. Better be prepared ‘brother’. Cause this is going to be one heck of a wake up call.....”

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The sounds of artillery going off is what woke me up, the second thing is the orders coming in through the communicators.

I bolted up and pulled the communicator towards me, time, time, time! What was the god damn time!

Well time to get up it seems. I gripped the woodwork with one hand and hoisted myself out of the bed, landing on the floor I began my mad dash to get to the dresser. With that done, I began my mental checklist.

Armoured Greaves.... Check
Steel Boots.... Check
Chain Mail shirt.... Check
Long Sleeved Shirt to go over the top of the chain mail.... Check
Belt with Daggers in their sheaths.... Check
Black cloak...... Maybe take the red one today.... Check
Iron Pauldrons.... Check

“.......” I looked around the room, searching for the one thing that would make the set complete. “Where did I put it? I know it’s here somewhere....”

I look at the corner of my room and see the refined oak wood bow leaning against the chair.

The last thing I clip to my side is the bow’s ammunition, a full quiver of arrows. I smile as I stared into the mirror; I make an impressive figure when I try.

Suddenly the window to my room exploded and a rock as huge as the king sized bed in there sailed through the widow to collapse the opposite wall. I started coughing because of all the dust, running over to the hole in the wall I poked my head out and stared down at the hoard below. Since when did Zombies know how to use Catapults?!

I growled and clicked my communicator on, “Shinning, what the hell is going on?!”

After a few seconds of impatient waiting, I busted out of my room and started heading towards the War Room. While walking down the corridors, I could see that many guard ponies were rushing about, preparing defences of moving wounded into the infirmary.

My communicator crackled to life and a voice answered the line, but it was not Shinning Armor. Twilight was the one to respond, “Admin! Thank Celestia your awake! The main hoard has begun its advance towards the castle. The soldiers are out there right now fending them off, and the cannons are firing on their back lines. We need you up at ‘The Pile Diver’ now!”

I skidded around the next corner, my slow jog turning into a full out sprint, I headed towards the tallest tower in High Rockwall.

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Herobrine stood at the front line, watching as the ponies and humans gathered outside their pitiful excuse for a castle. He scoffed silently to himself, who in their right mind would use Marble?

He sighed and turned to face his remaining ‘two’ Generals. He grinned madly and pointed to a single pony standing amongst them, surrounded by Herobrine’s personal guard. Otherwise know as ‘The Corrupted.’ His guards were wearing a Black diamond mesh of armour that covered them from head to toe. Each one of them was specially trained by Herobrine to be as proficient in there chosen class as possible. In other words, they were his Champions of Darkness.

“Let him be a lesson to the two of you, should you fail me again. I will punish those who fail me, do not let it happen again.”

He turned to face the Alchemists pitiful castle ‘High Rockwall.’ A smile broke out on his face, quickly replaced by a toothy grin, only seconds later to brake out in a frightening and dark laugh.

“You two, I am dispatching you to somewhere very special to these people. I believe the last time I visited that holy place, it was called the Aether. You will leave immediately and to assure no further ‘Treachery’ happens, you will find one my Personal Guard Captains awaiting your arrival. Trust me when I say you will notice him when you see him.”

Sombra went to begin talking only to receive a backhand from a distinct black metal gauntlet, “Did I give you permission to speak WORM?” He said in a very forceful tone, though not raising his voice like he did last night. His personal guards hissed at the stallion in the middle of the circle.

He moved closer to the dark magician pony. “Sombra, for your crimes of betrayal I sentence you to the most despicable prison I can think of.”

Wheeling on the small pony his finger turned as black as the clawed open gauntlet on his hand. “A prison made of Dark Stone. You should feel honoured not many get to be turned into it. Now don’t get me wrong, it would be easier to turn you into plain stone, but only Dark Stone can hold beings of my power or lesser in eternal confinement. I consider you the latter though.”

The stallions eyes widened and he started back pedalling away from the Monster in front of him, only to fall into the awaiting claws of ‘His’ personal guard. They gave off a menacing aura and he started shivering in fear. Trying, unsuccessfully, to shy away from ‘The Corrupted.’

Herobrine’s black clawed finger was just about to touch the stallion’s forehead when an earth shattering ‘BOOM!’ was heard, the boom itself leaving echo’s in the air. He looked over to his army, only to see the forefront of the army explode in a gruesome display of earth, shrapnel, and body bits and blood. The very earth was rent in gigantic cracks that lead outwards from the epicentre of the impact site for about twenty-thirty miles. The ground had almost looked like it had been glassed from a space laser; in fact, there were massive chunks of the earth that had been crystallized into a black glass. The crater the plasma charge had left behind was about the size of the castles front gate, that’s almost half a football field. (Hoofball field for some of you guys who prefer the more accurate terms in pony speak.)

That was the exact time that many sounds of small booms going off were caught by his ears. He growled as the plasma charges fired by the Castle cannons hit the front and backs of his army. ‘What idiot ordered that the army move into range? And why wasn’t I informed of this movement?’

Herobrine visibly scowled and turned towards the stallion surrounded by his Guard. “This is your doing Sombra......” He lifted his hand and wrapped it around the throat of the dark magician, the iron crushing grip immediately choking the stallion. He roared at the stallion and sent him flying into the wall of a Tesla Coil tower, hitting the wall hard enough to leave an indent; he then fell to the ground below, unconscious.

“Seems I must call in an old favour.... Captain Manic Pandemonium, front and centre!” A man clad in black armour with a blood red shield with a daemon skull with horns clutching a scroll in its jaws as an emblem on the warrior’s Pauldron. The armour of Herobrine’s captain had a slight augmentation to it. Where his eye slits were meant to be, there was only white light pouring out, every crack where it would normally show chain mail to defend against attacks, a red light leaked out. A hood stood over his helmet as well, the inside decorated with runes.

Twin Great swords stood proud and tall on the massive warriors back. On one blade it read in English ‘Madness,’ but was translated from Latin. It glowed with an eerie red black glow. Madness’s hilt was a black oaken wood hilt, enchanted to never break under any pressure. Decorated red cloth with black trims laced around the handle, creating the grip. The guard of the sword looked almost like a skull and crossbones, except it was made out of a red metal, the same could be said for the blade of the sword, except like the handle it hand a black trim leading around its edges and a single black streak in the middle, that neither touched the tip of the blade or the anywhere near the guard.

On the other blade it read in English ‘Despair,’ but like it’s brother Madness it was translated from Latin, it glowed a sickeningly green glow. Despair’s hilt was said to be made from a fallen meteorite mixed together with an ancient wood with a long forgotten technique to give it a more natural look to it, it was impervious to almost any form of damage that would be dealt to the hilt. It was decorated with a green cloth wrapping with a black trim, creating the grip. The guard of the sword looked almost like two dragon claws stretching out to either side, and was made out of a green metal, the same could be said for the blade of the sword, and like its brother sword, Madness it had a black edge and a single black streak in the middle, also neither reaching the tip of the sword or its guard.

Strapped to the massive warrior’s side was a set of skulls, Wither Skeleton Skulls to be exact. The warrior’s aura was as black as the void, and when he spoke it was with a multi-layered, erratic voice that perfectly represented his namesake.

“YoUCaLLed For ME, My MAStEr?” Herobrine couldn’t tell anything from the warrior’s posture, voice, or the way he- or was it a she? –acted towards his brethren.

Herobrine smiled at the warrior beneath his hood. “Captain Pandemonium, take fifty of the other Corrupted and lead a charge around the other side of the mountain. I want you to kill anyone you run into, be it civilian or soldier. My patience grows thin Captain, and I wish these pests to be dealt with swiftly. I will be dealing with the main bulk of their army; I will merely serve as a distraction as you go in through the mountain. If I remember from the visits I had with my ‘brother-no-longer’ to this long forgotten castle then there should be a cave big enough to fit in six carts at once. It leads directly into the underground ‘Lab.’ Now go.”

The Corrupted Captain left to attend to the business that his master had given it; an iron grip on his arm stopped him from continuing to walk to his destination.

“And Captain, I will not tolerate another failure, not even from you. Are we clear Captain?”

The massive warrior left Herobrine to do whatever he needed to do to get the distraction ready.

Herobrine turned to face the incoming army of massed races, He cleared his throat and in a voice louder than the RCV he looked towards the army. But it was not a shout when he talked; it was as if his voice had been amplified to reach directly towards the castle.

“Insolent fools.... You dare to challenge me? Do you even know what it is that you are doing? I have no time to participate in this battle myself.... So I will call in a favour from a long and dearly held friend.”

And with that he raised one hand and pointed at the ground, palm first. Dark magic began to encircle his hand. A single orb made of the foulest magic known to the world began to form in his open palm, and then he began to chant.

Beneath hollowed ground
Lays a Beast so foul
Laid to rest in a long forgotten grave
With power of death
And a hunger unquenchable
With these words of power
You will walk once more
Rise from your withered grave!
I GRANT THEE LIFE ONCE MORE!!

Arcs of black lightening began to hit the ground and turn it as black as the void. Souls of the dead began to drift into the ground around him, turning it into Soul Sand. Four chunks of it drifted into view and were paced down. Pointing at the ground with one finger on his opposite hand he shouted.

Rise minions of the Wither!
Reap the souls of the damned that face us!

The ground began to crack open and skeletal hands that were black as coal began to reach for the surface. Each of the foul beasts easily dwarfing the miniature ponies and humans that faced them. Swords as black as their bones lay in each of their hands, and still the ground cracked and turned black as more and more of the foul beasts rose up from the ground.

The Humans and Ponies quickly began to spot the difference as the numbers began to turn in their enemies favour. The tens of thousands of troops that the Humans, Ponies and Minecraftians hand were quickly being dwarfed by the hundreds of thousands of Wither Skeletons that seemingly began to spawn out from the ground, each one giving off its own ungodly screech as they were given new life.

Again he pointed, but this time at three of the closest Wither Skeletons he could see.

To call forth your master
A price is to be paid
A monster Remade
The death of three
To make the life of one!

The three Wither Skeletons began screaming in pain and collapsing into piles of bones, their heads still floating in air around Herobrine. Quickly, they began to circle the Soul Sand that was stacked up into the air like a T shape. He began to smile as the three heads fell atop of the Soul Sand.

The Server Admin

by Elaine_Lunaris

Chapter 7: Nightfall Part Four