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// Chapter Two - Enter The Organization 
// Story: Wendigo May Cry 
// by Ebony Stallion 
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Chapter Two: Enter The Organization


Sombra followed Ganon as they left the infirmary, determined to find out why he was brought here, only to be blinded by sunlight, as it is shown upon the corridor that the two had just entered.

“Grr, stupid bucking sunshine.” Sombra growled inwardly.

He then heard Ganon chuckle, and looked to see him looking over his shoulder back at him, “Come on, Sombra, it is just Celestia greeting us with her beautiful morning sun.”

The dark unicorn scowled, “Well forgive me if I don’t share your ‘exaggerated’ opinion of that wretched alicorn.”

“Oh, I don’t have a high opinion of Celestia.” Ganon nodded, as he continued walking forward, “She’s stubborn as a mule and too naïve for her own good. However, she does her job as ruler of the sun well.”

“You hate her?” Sombra asked, not buying it, as he continued following him, “I can’t see why…she didn’t send six measly fillies and a lizard out to destroy you.”

“It’s personal.” Ganondorf replied, his answer not sating Sombra’s mistrust, “However, you should know that what it is that me, our boss, and what you’ll be doing…Celestia doesn’t know about it.”

“What?!” The dark unicorn blurted, “What are you trying to attempt, a coup d’état?”

“No.” Ganon stated, “But our activities aren’t exactly things that the princesses would approve of.”

“And what are these activities, per se?” Sombra questioned, his glare not fading.

“Well, Sombra…I guess I should tell you.” Ganon nodded, as he cleared his throat, “I, the doctor you nearly choked, and your reviver are a part of an organization…”

“Organization? You mean like a cult?” The evil king asked, quite familiar with the term, as he did have a following at one point before he was imprisoned a thousand years ago. He had no idea if they were any survivors today.

“No. We aren’t some groupie to a bucking nutcase, like that freaky feller Discord.” Ganondorf mused, as Sombra wondered who this ‘Discord’ was, “We are an organization dedicated to combatting forces far malevolent than anything Equestria had ever seen.”

“Which is what?”

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Ganon explained, “Chimeras, hydras, manticores, sea serpents…”

“Why would there be an organization that slay such meager creatures?” Sombra questioned, “Don’t the ‘princesses’ take care of them?”

“The princesses? Oh no, Celestia or Luna could not be bothered to dirty their hooves. That is where we come in. When the monsters rears their ugly heads, we come swooping in and take care of them.”

“Then why does Celestia disapprove?” The dark-haired stallion questioned.

“Well…” Ganon trailed off, “It is a long story, but I believe you will find your answers through this door.”

As a key example of excellent timing, the two arrived in front of large, imposing doors. Ganon gave a knowing glance at Sombra, who was still glaring in suspicion as well as confusion as the old unicorn stated.

“Allow me to welcome you to our organization…”

Ganon’s horn began to glow a dull red, as the doors parted ways for the two stallions, as Sombra’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Wendigo May Cry.”

Sombra was put off from what he was seeing. It was a giant room with a very high ceiling…or what’s left of it, as the roof itself was in disrepair, but despite it’s derelict appearance, there were all sorts of odd gizmos placed around the room, and to his surprise, there were all sorts of ponies operating them. The room itself was dim, with the only light being that of the sun, but all of the workers didn’t seem to mind.

“Well, Sombra?” Ganon inquired.

The evil king shook off his surprise, “Well…when you said organization…I pictured this…a little bigger.”

“That’s the whole idea.” The old unicorn chuckled as he walked into the room, “Ponies like Celestia would never think to look for a place as small as this.”

“Just exactly where are we?” Sombra asked as he followed him.

“Normally, I would say classified…” Ganon began, but immediately sensed Sombra’s anger, “But since you are already here…we are in the ruins of Paradiso, posted deep, I repeat, deep parts of Everfree Forest.”

“Paradiso? Everfree Forest?” Sombra repeated, not remembering such places.

“Don’t ask. We just placed our operations here, no questions asked.” Ganon stated.

“I see…” Sombra nodded, “Just to follow up, where is this place in respect to the Crystal Empire?”

“Too far for you to walk. I will say that much.” Ganon answered without facing him.

“Hmph.” The dark unicorn huffed, as he looked at the working ponies, who didn’t seem to pay any of them mind. Most of the ponies were wearing white coats, like doctors seem to wear nowadays. He couldn’t see any of their marks (he refused to use the term ‘cutie marks’ as he found it quite childish and, dare he say it, female-oriented) on their flanks. “So…what is it that you peasants doing?”

“First off, don’t say ‘peasant’.” Ganon gruffly stated, “You are not king anymore and it makes ponies want to send their hooves up your tailhole. Secondly…well…Sombra, how familiar are you with demonology?”

“Demonology?” Sombra repeated, swallowing the urge to snarl at Ganon for admonishing him like some ‘impudent child’, “I can’t say that I heard of it.”

“I can understand. It’s something considered too grim for the eyes of normal ponies. Demonology is the study of demons. Surely, you know what demons are, right?”

“Of course. They are beings from the depths of Tartarus, who feasts on the souls of the norm and torment those whose souls had been damned to their homeland.” Sombra replied.

“Ah, so you do know.” The old unicorn mused, “That is less we have to explain.”

“But you are aware that demons are nothing more than tales, meant to scare children…right?” Sombra asked, not understanding why such a topic is being discussed right now.

“That is where you’re wrong, Sombra.” Ganon stated, “Demons are real…and everything that was said about them is true.”

“What? What are you talking about?” The dark unicorn demanded.

“Exactly as I said.” Ganon explained, as they reached the other end of the room. He gave a mere nod to a Earth pony who was standing near the door, as the old unicorn pushed the doors open with magic, as the two horned stallions made their way into yet another corridor, “There are demons amongst us, Sombra. They are enslaving ponykind. Equestria is blissfully unaware, ignorant, and helpless. Wendigo May Cry was founded so we can fight back.”

“Wait, you’re telling me that there is such things as demons…and that they are amongst the populace…” Sombra listed back, before scoffing, “Forgive me if I having trouble believing all this nonsense.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you believe or not, I’m afraid.” Ganon somberly noted, “They are among the living. Unfortunately, they are masters of disguises and experts in pseudology.”

“Pseudo-what now?”

“The study of lying. Demons are like chameleons. They can blend into the masses superbly and with such finesse that ponies had concluded that they don’t exist. In fact, we are the only ones who are aware of their presences. You can say we are a small hoof full of freedom fighters…the last, if not the only, line of defense that stands between them and all of Equestria.”

“Defense? A meager bunch of those weaklings against such powerful beings such as demons? You have no chance against them.” Sombra sneered.

“Oh-ho, Sombra, not all wars are fought with swords and spears. What we lack in horse power, we make up in knowledge. We leave nothing to chance. We collected vast amount of data on the demons and their cohorts.”

“Such as?”

“World leaders, bankers, and famous singers…we pinpoint their weak points and strike them where it counts.” Ganon answered.

“I see…” Sombra nodded, his perpetual glare softening a bit.

Ganondorf took note of his change of expression, “I know it’s a lot to take in…but it is best that you know the basics of what we are doing.”

“You know what I think?” Sombra said, as his glare returned to it’s seething ferocity, “I think you peasants are mad.”

“You think that now, Sombra…but once you meet our leader…your eyes will be opened.” Ganon said solemnly, as the two stopped in front of another set of doors. “His study is through this door.”

“Good. The sooner I get this talk over with, the sooner I get out of this wretched place.” Sombra grumbled.

“Just one bit of advice, Sombra.” Ganon began, “Our leader is calm and collected to put simply, but do not think for a moment that you can treat him with disrespect. He brought you back from the dead…and he can easily send you back. And in your state, you will not stand a chance.”

“Duly noted.” Sombra muttered, “If I wasn’t suffering from this god damned headache, I would reduce you and ‘this leader’ to paste right now.”

“Excellent.” Ganon replied swiftly, as his horn glowed once more and the doors parted, “Go on ahead.”

Sombra let out a sigh as he walked through the doorway. The room he entered was quite different from the infirmary and the room with the weirdly-dressed ponies, in fact, it kind of reminded him of an estate he used to own back before he rose to the rank of king. Despite the old, run-down nature of the place, the room itself looked like it had been furbished, with fine wood-carving and everything. Light peered in through the windows, but like the previous room, it was still dim.

The furniture were that of what you would normally find in a study, as there were bookshelves along the walls, a nicely-designed desk with a lounge chair, the desk covered with papers, quills, and books. A rectangular red mat was laid along the middle of the room. To the right end of the room, there stood a pedestal, atop it a head of a mannequin, and attached to the face of a mannequin was a bizarre looking mask, even for the standards of Nightmare Night, being a pale white with two long black slashes through where the eyes are.

However, Sombra’s focus was towards the middle of the room in front of the desk, as another pony stood before him, the shadows of the room blanketing and concealing the details of the being’s body. The dark unicorn could not see what the pony looked like, but he did know that the shadowed figure’s left front hoof was firmly placed on a long, thin object.

Sombra walked into the study, keeping his eyes on the shadowed being, on the chance that the being might pull something rather underhand. Behind him, he could sense Ganon’s presence, tailing him, as if he was making sure that he didn’t do anything underhand.

The dark unicorn soon stopped once he was a few steps away from him, while Ganon continued a step or two ahead of him, placing him to the side of Sombra and the unknown figure and between them.

It was then that Sombra heard the shadowed being’s voice.

“Amazing…” The shadow’s voice began, the deep tone of his voice revealing his gender as male, “Sombra…it really is you.”

The dark unicorn looked at the speaker peculiarly, as he gave a scoff, “Yeah, it is I…King Sombra. And may I ask who are you?”

The mysterious stallion went silent for a moment, and then he continued, “You don’t remember me?”

“No…should I?” Sombra asked, his patience immediately wearing thin.

There was another pause, “I see. How much of your foalhood do you remember?”

“What?” The dark unicorn stepped back in shock, caught off guard by such a question, especially one concerning his childhood, “What is it to you?!” He barked defensively.

“Sombra…” Ganon admonished.

“Just answer the question.” The shadow ordered.

Sombra growled, before calming down, “Not much…I suffered from an awful fever back when I was seven. Everything before that became a complete blank. Why you ask?”

Suddenly, Sombra heard a chuckle, as the shadow replied, “Hah! That’s what they told you? They told me I had taken a nasty blow to the head. The resulting concussion resulted in total amnesia. The age of occurrence: seven.”

The dark unicorn looked at him, waiting for him to say more…but when he didn’t, Sombra simply step forward, “And your point being?”

The shadowed being then stepped towards Sombra, the light of the room finally revealing the being’s feature. The stallion was a unicorn, his coat being of the same dark-grey color as his (much to his surprise), his horn was a royal blue color, the color fading back to dark-grey as it reached the base, much like his red horn did. His mane was silver and well-combed. He was wearing a buttoned up black coat with a long coat tail and a short collar, covering his entire body like Ganon’s garbs. In a way, he looked similar to him, despite the obvious differences, except his snout is more square-shape, like the usual many pony. (Think of Shining Armor’s snout)

“A fever, Sombra? A fever is an affliction common to ponies. You are not a pony, Sombra.” The blue-horned unicorn stated, as he closed in on Sombra’s face, “All war is fought with deception and you had been deceived. Your past had been erased for a reason, Sombra, and without it, you have no idea what you are…”

“Hold on a moment.” Sombra interrupted, donning a suspicious glare, “Who are you exactly?”

The unicorn stopped, noticing the mistrust in Sombra’s eyes, as he stepped back, “Very well. I am Quicksilver, the leader and founder of Wendigo May Cry.” Quicksilver turned around and walked towards his desk, “I have established this organization to help fend off dangerous creatures and help to find a way to fight the demons.”

“You mean aside from violence?” Sombra asked, his glare still lingering.

“Weapons and brute strength can win battles, but not a war of this magnitude.” Quicksilver said, turning around to face Sombra, “We use force, yes, but we also use intelligence, politics, and propaganda.” He listed off, meeting Sombra face to face again.

“Really? If these so-called demons exists…you really think you stand a chance?” The dark unicorn glared.

“Stand a chance?” Quicksilver repeated, “Sombra…I had brought you back for a reason! I had heard of what you can do. Your knowledge of dark magic is unprecedented! Together, you and I, I believe we can defeat them!”

“So…you brought me back to life?” Sombra questioned, hoping to answer one of his looming questions.

“Yes, but I can’t take all the credits.” Quicksilver admitted, as he faced Ganon, “Ganondorf and I spent months trying to find a revival spell that could bring your soul and body back to this world. Even more months trying to perfect it. It was no easy task, but seeing you here before me right now…it was all worth the effort…”

“What kind of revival spell? I don’t recall such a spell existing.” Sombra inquired.

“Spells of such power is considered forbidden. The spell we used is considered necromancy, a kind of magic dubbed too powerful by Celestia herself to be used by anypony. Sombra, we risked our necks just so we could have this conversation right now…so you can help us…”

“So let me get this straight.” Sombra began, looking around the study, “You revived me, and you expect me to help you fight these…demons? Help save this world?”

“Well, what else were you planning to do with your second chance at life?” Quicksilver asked.

Sombra just scoffed, “Look, I don’t know what it is that you expect of me…and I guess I do owe you a bit of gratitude for my revival…but I am better off on my own. No offense intended.”

“Sombra.” Ganon spoke up, stepping forth, his expression suddenly grim, “I don’t think you understand what is at stake here-“

Ganon was silenced as Quicksilver raised his left hoof.

“Hmm, I see that your lust for power still lingers within you. I figured getting destroyed would had beaten that out of your system…I guess I was wrong.” Quicksilver stated.

“Look, first off, I did not ask you to bring me back.” Sombra snarled, stomping his hoof, “And the only reason I lost is because them damned Crystal fools and those fillies got in my way! Sorry to disappoint you, Quicksilver, but my destiny is to rule the Crystal Empire and Equestria…not to take part in your pitiful war games.”

Quicksilver’s expression remained neutral, much to Sombra’s surprise.

“God, what is with these horses and not cowering in my presence? Am I losing my edge or something?” Sombra thought to himself.

“Sombra, if you want to leave, just say it and turn your back on me. I will not stop you.” Quicksilver solemnly explained, “But in doing so, you would be making a grave mistake…not just for yourself, but for all of Equestria.”

“For Equestria?” Sombra repeated.

“Yes! If the demons succeed, Equestria and everything in it would cease to exist!” Quicksilver explained.

Sombra just scoffed, “What makes you think I give a damn?!” His glare deepened,  “In fact, what makes you think I would listen to you?! I am King Sombra, rightful ruler of the Crystal Empire! You are nothing but a noble-rebelling nobody who has nothing better to do with his life and and some crazy old geezer! I had been biting my tongue and resisting the urge to kill you both right now, but if you don’t show me the way out of here…prime condition or not…you will be sorry.”

Ganon stifled a gasp at Sombra’s threat as he looked at Quicksilver. Quicksilver’s expression remained unchanged, but a bit of disappointment lingered on his face. With a sigh, he said, “Very well.”

He then tapped his cane (which look a lot less like a cane…and more like a sheath with a sword in it, but Sombra could care less). Suddenly, sounds of scraping stones echoed throughout the study, as Sombra looked behind and to the left, only to find a passageway that wasn’t there before.

“That corridor will take you out to Everfree Forest. I would teleport you out of here, but I am still recovering from last night. I hope you can find your way out?”

“Peh, I am a king. I was born with a sense of direction. I bid you both farewell and good tidings on…” Sombra trailed off, as he started to head to the passageway, not sure how to put it, “Whatever you are doing…”

“Sombra.”

The dark unicorn stopped, as he let out a frustrated growl, “What?”

Quicksilver approached him a little, but kept his distance, “I brought you back because I felt that you had a bigger purpose in life, much greater than anything a king could offer. Why try to achieve something you failed at twice only to fail once more…when you can become something far more than a king? Why throw your life in jeopardy for something so fruitless again? Do you think it will be worth it?”

Sombra was moments from screaming at the pony for keeping him here…but as he heard his words, all the anger he felt…just turned to bitterness, “Look, I don’t know what you were trying to pull…but I know my purpose…and it is to rule the Crystal Empire. Besides, I don’t think I would be cut out for demon hunting...” The dark unicorn then continued, but not before muttering to himself, his head low, “…I’m no hero…”

As soon as Sombra’s dark-grey form disappeared into the corridor, Quicksilver let out a heavy sigh.

“It is worse than I imagined…”

“Just give him time, my dear boy.” Ganon said, “He was just brought back to life, and to him, his defeat had just happened the night before last night. I will admit, though…he is an arrogant piece of shit.”

“Well, ‘that arrogant piece of shit’ is our only chance if we ever hope to defeat ‘him’.” Quicksilver explained, his expression growing grim at the word ‘him’.

Ganon took a deep breath as he looked at the corridor Sombra disappeared into, “He reminds me of you…you know, when I first met you. And while I am not one to leave things to chance, if destiny agrees with us, he should come right back to us.”

“For Equestria’s sake, I hope so…” Quicksilver nodded, as his face grew serious, “He just has to wake up…”


Meanwhile, elsewhere


The cold blustery winds blew through the air of the snowy plains, as ponies walked within a crystal-like city, strolling and going about their businesses as usual.

In the middle of the city, there was a huge crystal spire, that stood high and proud above all the buildings in the city, and almost as tall as the castle of which houses the nobles that ruled the city. Although the crystal spire does not look like anything special, there was a small red glow coming from one of the higher windows of the spire, the brightness of the glow flickering like a dying light bulb.

Inside the room of that window was what seemed to be a well-decorated office, well-furbished with the best furniture, and framed pictures hanged along the walls. However, there was one thing that stood out in the office…namely, a large rectangular framed mirror…but it was not an ordinary mirror. Instead of the part where the reflecting mirror should be, there was a rather ominous image of a swirling red vortex, with a yellowish-white circle in the middle.

Even more so, on the other side of the room, there were a plethora of crystal images, showing parts of the city in each one, surveying everything.

The room was not unoccupied, as leaning against a desk, looking out the windows, was a rather big stallion. The stallion in question was a unicorn, his pelt was a color of ebony, and his hooves and tail was of a pale white color. He lacked a mane, and his horn seemed to look jagged, like a lightning bolt, and thin enough that it could be mistaken for an oddly-shaped knife. He wore a white-collared shirt under a gray jacket. However, his most-notable features is his cutie-mark, which was consisted of three red dots, placed in a triangular pattern, and his eyes were a pair of silver…however, one of them seemed to lack a pupil.

The unicorn was deep in a conversation with someone on the phone perched on his desk, as he held the receiver to his ear with his left hoof.

“Yes. By closing of trading on Friday.” The stallion began, as he listened to the replier, “No, you can’t have more time. You know the terms, you know the consequences.” He listened to the phone again…and he let out a chuckle, “No this is not a veiled threat.” His face immediately darkened, “This is a direct one. Should you failed to comply, the collapse of the Empire’s economy will be on your head.”

Watching the unicorn negotiate from one of the couches in the office, lounging upon it, was a female unicorn, about middle-aged, as shown from the small wrinkles on her face. Her body was of a pale pink color and her figure was lithe, and her mane was white with red highlights. Her cutie mark was of a black heart with a red outline and criss-cross stitches across the center. Her face seemed to be interested on the conversation the male was having.

“I will see to it that you are stripped of power, shamed, and hated…is that clear enough for you?” The bald unicorn explained, his expression growing darker with each word. He waited for the caller’s answer…and as soon as he heard it, his face lightened up and he gave a smile, “Well, Friday it is then... you and your wife have a good night, Prince Shining Armor.”

With that, the unicorn placed the phone back on the receiver, and looked at the female with a cocky grin, as the female gave her own smile, approaching the unicorn.

“Did you get it, my darling?” The female unicorn asked.

“Over a trillion.” The male replied, earning an intrigued ‘oh’ from the female, “Soon I will own everything worth owning. I will control all of Equestria through debt.” The bald unicorn’s grin became wider, “I will have absolute power.”

The mare gave an lustful smile as she placed a hoof on the stallion’s chest, “Equestria is at last your bitch. As am I.” The bald unicorn gave a superior smirk, “Nothing left, you just grab it by the mane, bend it over and…”

Suddenly, the stallion turned towards the window, his smirk turning into a concerned scowl.

“What’s the matter? What? What’s the matter?” The female unicorn asked, perturbed by her companion’s sudden change of mood.

The black unicorn walked towards the window, and let out a sigh, “A loose end.”

“A loose end? What?” The mare questioned, joining the stallion’s side.

“The son of the traitor Shadow…Sombra.” The stallion growled.

“Sombra? But…but he’s dead!” The mare replied in shock, “How can you sense him?”

“I do not know.” The stallion admitted, “But I can feel him in my bones…he’s out there…someone brought him back…”

“I would not worry about it, dear.” The mare circled around him, trying to attract his attention, “If he is out there, the Hunter will find him…it found Shadow and his whore…and when it does…” The female trailed off, waiting for the male to finish.

The unicorn’s concern melted away into an evil grin, “I will slice him open with my own horn, and feast on his still…beating…heart.”

With that, he finished with an evil laugh, which was soon drowned out by the unforgiving northern winds…