Discord sat alone, atop a pink cotton candy cloud, hanging high above the earth, with a glass of chocolate milk in his claw. Every few minutes, he would take a drink, but other wise, he remained motionless. He was deep in thought. His thoughts were telling him that the situation was his fault.
He thought maybe he should do something to help the others, but he felt that there wasn’t much he could do. After all, they were the heroes. He…well, all he is, is a reformed villain. He wasn’t a hero.
Discord remembered when Blade was a child. He was so innocent, just like any child. It was Discords fault he turned out so bad. He had conditioned him to be a psychopath. It was Discord who taught him that ponies the mortal races of Equestria and her neighbors were playthings. It was Discord who taught him to be evil. And it was Discord who literally infused him with the essence of all Darkness.
Maybe he could have handled the situation different. Maybe there was a way he could have helped Blade, instead of imprisoning him in that orb. Discord knew from personal experience what being trapped in a stationary prison could do to a person. And Blade had been trapped longer than him. And at least Discord could see and hear the world around him, and observe the ponies walking around. But Blade was trapped in a dark cave. Discord didn’t even know for sure what it was like for him.
Discord hoped that his pony friends were able to stop Blade…but at the same time, he didn’t want him to go through being imprisoned for another millennium. Maybe there was a way he could help. It was then that Discord got a look of determination on his face. He had to make this right, for all involved. With a snap of his fingers, he and the cloud of cotton candy were gone, leaving no trace of even being there at all.
The group of mares trekked through the deep and dark forest, making their way towards the town of Ponyville. Fluttershy was still unconscious, being carried by AppleJack. When they finally made it out of the forest, Fluttershy began to stir out of her unconsciousness.
“Huh…what…what’s going on?” she muttered. The group gathered around her, as Applejack gently set her down on the ground.
“Fluttershy, darling, are you alright?” asked Rarity.
“Um…I think so. What happened?”
“You got yourself so worked up, that you passed out,” replied Celestia.
“Really? That doesn’t sound like me. What made me do that?”
“Umm…don’t worry about, we wouldn’t want you getting upset again,” said Rainbow Dash.
“Wait…I think I’m starting to remember.”
“Crap apples!”
“I remember now…we were looking for Dark Blade when…oh…my.” Fluttershy started looking a little green. Pinkie pie walked over to her, and put a hoof on her shoulder.
“Easy Fluttershy. Stay calm,” said Pinkie. Fluttershy took a few deep breaths to get herself calm. When she finished, she finished; she closed her eyes, and nodded her head, to signal that she was all right.
“Alright,” said Twilight. “We should head back to the castle now.” And with that, the group made their way towards Twilights castle.
Dragon territory. Few were crazy, or brave enough to enter, unless of course they were a dragon. The majority of the dragons were gathered up in an active Volcano. Within this volcano, dragons of all shapes, colors and sizes were visible. While the adults lounged about, the younger, more active dragons were engaging in activities that demonstrated their physical strength and speed. Such activities included lava cannonballing, wrestling, and king of the hoard.
The current champion of these events was a young red-scaled dragon named garble. He led the group of teenaged dragons with an iron claw. He was the champion of the teenaged dragons, and someday, he would be the leader of the entire dragon race. After all, anyone who knew anything about dragons knew that they operated on a alpha male mentality. The biggest and strongest lead the hoard, while the weaker were subservient to them.
Garble and his younglings were currently lounging about their pile of gems, with the leader lying on the top, munching gems. All the dragons lied about, basically minding their own business. But they were all roused when they heard a strange noise. It sounded like a thunderous voice, speaking an ancient tongue that had not been heard in millennia. Even the oldest of dragons only recognized it barely. All the dragons looked to the sky to see it turning dark, with flashes of light illuminated the now grey clouds. When all dragons looked to the sky, another thunderous shout could be heard.
“Strun Bah Qo!” Lightning filled the sky, with the sound of thunder. The winds picked up, as lightning struck the ground. Then the clouds began to converge, gathering in a circular shape. Only the grand elder dragon knew what was going on. It was the ancient language of the dragons, which had long been forgotten. The question that came to the mind of the elder dragon was; who could be using the language.
Then, from the gathering of clouds, shot a cloud of darkness, shooting strait towards the volcano. As the shadows hit their target, a shockwave boomed through the volcano, kicking up dust and dirt into the air. The dragons covered their eyes. As the dust began settling, the dragons could see a silhouette. It didn’t’ look like any creature any of the dragons had ever seen.
Then, the dust and dirt was blown away with another shout. “Lok Vah Koor!” The dust was blown away, revealing the creature. The dragons all gazed upon the it. It was bipedal, much like teenage dragons. It had hair, ebony black. It wore clothes, like the ponies sometimes wear. All the dragons gazed upon the creature, not sure what it was.
Only one dragon knew who and what he was. The grand elder, and alpha male. He was but a youngling when he had encountered the dark god. He knew from personal experience what this creature was, and what he could do. And his heart filled with dread at the sight of the being he thought had been removed from existence. And then, the dark one spoke.
“Greetings, Dragons. Your new alpha has arrived.”