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// Darkstar's Class 
// Story: The True Shadow 
// by Blackdrag-rose 
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	Unfortunately for both Sweetie Belle and Bitter Belle they both happened to get a class that was taught by Darkstar, the one pony they dreaded seeing. She was the one who was responsible for the destruction of the undead army that Thrack had lead against everypony not even a year ago. They both knew that Princess Darkstar was what was commonly called a tyrant, a pony who had ruled with an iron hoof for the last thousand years before her defeat at the hooves of Reginald. Now she was back and she was teaching classes, which both ponies happened to have one of.

Yeah, the two of them were so bucked.

And so the two of them entered the dreaded class of Princess Darkstar, surprised to find that the room was filled with at least two dozen fillies. That being noted Sweetie noticed that each pony was also paired up with their shadow, which meant that the class had something to do with the original pony and their shadow. Knowing that Darkstar was behind the class did little to put the two fillies at ease, but neither did the fact that both Atar and Reginald stood guard over the room.

Geez, Sweetie thought, What is it with those two? They're always wherever that vile demon happens to be.

It was the truth; both Atar and Reginald, two seemingly immortal stallions, stood guard over Darkstar and the various places she controlled. That was until Reginald revealed that he still served Princess Celestia and would not stand for her shadow conquering everything. He betrayed Darkstar and beat her down, destroying her essence for what seemed to be a few weeks before she came back like all shadows did. She was persistent, like a virus that wanted to erase all the light in the universe at the same time as she conquered everypony else.

Sweetie, and likely her shadow as well, just wished that Princess Darkstar, Mistress of the Black Sun, would just curl up and die so the rest of the ponies and shadows could move on with their lives.

"SIT DOWN!"

It was the eerie and evil voice of Princess Darkstar that made the other students scramble to their seats, just as the doors opened and Darkstar herself entered the room. Her armor clanked against the stone that constructed the floor of the room, silencing the students as she walked past them. As she passed Sweetie and Bitter she stared the two of them down, giving them the feeling that they might be in trouble before the beginning of class.

"Good, it seems that your ALL here," Darkstar said, with venom in her voice as she faced the students after reaching the front of the room, "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why I, Princess Darkstar, Mistress of the Black Sun, am teaching a simple class in a school of my sister's creation. I will tell you why! I am here because my sister, Princess Nightmare Moon, willed me to join her, Princess Luna, and the rest of the princesses in this vile place.

I will not lie to any of you fillies, I HATE this school. It goes against my very nature to befriend the very PONIES and SHADOWS that I have spent countless years trying to conquer throughout all my conquests. It BOILS my blood to stand up here, lecture you about how you should accept HARMONY as the true way things should be done, and expect you to praise me for my KINDNESS. Faust knows that I want to strangle my sister for even recommending that I spend my days here, instead of preparing to conquer the known enemies of Shadowlot.

I bet you all want to know why I am even here if I hate this place, but even then the answer is so simple I could laugh at the thought of telling you. My citizens have turned against me, my sister has become the weak mare she has become, and my once proud city has fallen into disgrace. I have been beaten by ponies whose powers should not exist in our dimension and by ponies who shouldn't have even come here. I have attempted to gain the power to challenge the very gods themselves and yet I cannot leave the Realm of Shadows even if my very existence depended on it.

But there is one thing I came to understand when Reginald beat the living daylights out of me that fateful day nearly one year ago. I realized that he was a pony who had earned the title of the God of War because he had seen over two thousand years of war. In one form or another he has learned the various styles of fighting and the methods of how to use magic in a situation others might not expect to find themselves in."

"Excuse me, but what does this have to do with our class?" a brave little filly, not a year older than Sweetie, said.

"Absolutely nothing." Darkstar answered, shaking her head as she threw the papers into the air, "And for a class? There is no class as far as I'm concerned. I don't care if you destroy this classroom or sit silently until the bell rings. But I am not staying in this Faust forsaken room trying to be a teacher to the counterparts of my citizens."

And with that said Darkstar stormed out of the classroom, leaving both a shocked assembly of students and immortal gods behind. Atar sighed and followed after his mistress while Reginald stayed back and made sure the fillies didn't go too crazy in the upcoming storm. Reginald was good at reading what was about to happen, but there were times where even he was wrong. He also knew that Darkstar needed to cool down before she exploded and took the entire school with her in one instant.

"So does that mean class is over?" the same filly asked as the rest of the assembled ponies began to go crazy.

Sweetie sighed; as far as she was concerned Darkstar might be the most powerful alicorn in the school at the moment, but when it came to teaching a room full of fillies she couldn't bare to be in the same room for more than a few minutes. School was not her friend, Sweetie reflected. She pulled out a sheet of paper and a book, opening the leather bound pages so she could get some real work done. If she wasn't going to learn anything from one teacher she would be damned if she did the same to the rest of her classes.