Sombra was now two hundred years old. His father, who had always hated him, and his aunts died in the great Equestrian war. The only thing that kept him calm was poetry. Poetry about the night. Sombra had always loved the night more than the day and on the day after his coronation he asked his adviser who created the night, a mysterious beauty that engulfed the sky.
"Why have you never heard of Princess Celestia's sister? Princess Luna is the jewel of the night." replied the adviser.
Sombra then decided he must meet the two sisters.
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"Princess Celestia, Maiden of the Sun and bringer of light!" shouted a guard as a white alicorn with a bright pink mane stepped into the throne room.
"Honestly I expected your sister to join us,"sighed Sombra.
"She is here in the Empire. She is just not fit to make political decisions. What was it you wanted to talk about?"
"I dislike the alliance accords. The laws are far too strict for me."
"No the are just fine. We cannot change them!"
"But I believe there should be a few changes."
"Not."
"How about we strike a deal. A match in the crystal arena. You pick your warrior of choice, I pick mine. The winning warrior's king/princess can change the alliance accords to their own choice."
"Deal" said Celestia storming out of the throne room.