So I’m sitting there, tending bar, when in comes a creature I was not expecting to see, King Sombra.
Now, Sombra has a very peculiar look. Basically, if evil came back in a form of an over the top devil pony, it would still be more subtle than Sombra. He looks so evil that he crosses that line of fear mongering and into comical, at least as far as I was concerned.
Also, we all presumed he was kind of deadish, considering his big explosion back at the Crystal Empire.
So he walks in and all of the eyes are immediately darting at him. They were all looking at Sombra with so much hate and spite, but that was not the strangest part. No, no, the strangest part was the fact that Sombra was actually ashamed.
I was astounded.
“Can I get a Bloody Mary, please”, Sombra spoke in a raspy voice.
“Sure thing, your highness”, I said and began preparing his drink.
“Please don’t call me that”, Sombra sighed.
“Oh, sorry “, I quickly apologized.
As I poured in his drink, I couldn’t shake off a weird feeling creeping up on me. Something about his presence just was not right.
“Umm, Sombra”, I began as I handed him the drink, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how are you still...”, I tried to find the right words.
“Alive?” he finished my sentence for me.
“Yeah”, I nodded awkwardly.
“Technically, I was never dead in the first place”, he began, “Since I am a shadow, I cannot be killed, just merely pushed back to my origins”, e sighed.
“I see”, I rubbed my chin, “Well, what in the good name of Princess Celestia, are you doing back at Ponyville?”
“Reformation duties”, he responded.
“Ahh, Celestia stuck you with a job”, I responded, barely holding in my laughter.
“Yup”, he replied, “And as a bonus she made sure I get my old job back. You know, before I became a tyrannical ruler”.
“And what was that?” I asked.
Sombra sighed and took a big gulp out of his drink.
“I was a magic teacher”, he sighed.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I split a gut and laughed as hard as I could. Of course, Sombra didn’t like it and he scorned me with a small bit of lightning from his horn.
“OW!” I yelled
“That’s what you get for making fun of me”, he said smugly.
“Fair enough”, I said, rubbing my burnt flank, “but it’s comical. How does one become a tyrant after being a teacher?”
“Well”, Sombra began, “That teacher could potentially discover an alternate flow of magic and use it for himself”.
“An it worked?” I asked.
“Like a charm”, he said, “Of course I didn’t know that it would, through time, eat away at my mind and make me go power hungry. Plus the whole ‘weak to light magic’ thing was a serious drawback”.
“Gotcha”; I said, “So I guess Celestia has you behind the teachers desk again, huh?”
“Unfortunately”, he said and drank the rest of his drink, “It’s gonna be tough, but hey, at least it’s better than being trapped beneath the ice.”
“I hear that”, I said in agreement.
He paid me for the drink and left.
You see a lot of weird things as a bartender. You see a lot of weird things at the Hay Palace. So, I see a lot of weird things as a bartender at the Hay Palace. And that’s no lie. Swear on me mum.