//------------------------------// // δΊ” (The Ace of Diamonds) // Story: Divine Move // by Ice Star //------------------------------// Pink One catches the mare right before she falls over. She looks slightly apprehensive since she hasn't heard this story either. All Pink One knows about Onyx is that he was a worthless brat that was very fond of bloodshed and was the caster of the spell that created me. Luckily, she seems to be able to put two and two together from there so I don't have to tell her anything else. Silver Lining, on the other hoof knows nothing about what happened to Onyx past the day that he was born. I watch as Pink One steadies Silver Lining who has recovered just enough to sit up on her own. "What happened to him?" Silver asks nervously. Ahh, the inevitable question. How I despise you so. As decently uncomfortable as this is I still decide to tell her the story. But only part of it. Silver Lining, who couldn't even attempt to win a staring contest against against a flower with that shifty, nervous gaze of hers and Pink One, who knew much more than this Silver would ever know listened with an expression of thinly masked shock. She couldn't hold my gaze either and her forehooves located a strand of her suspiciously colorful mane to twirl. I left out many parts that didn't directly pertain to why her brother is the worst thing in the world, followed only by cacti, and a few things of dwindling importance. I did not tell of Starswirl's temperament for he wasn't worth mentioning and is too trivial for me allot a satisfying amount of wrath to. I didn't mention Onyx by name either or who Starswirl's other apprentices are, merely that they existed. As I went on Silver Lining's expression showed more and more confusion. I had gotten to somewhere around when Onyx was ten when she had the nerve to interrupt me. "I don't get it," her voice was somewhat shaky. I don't think she quite gets the fact that her brother is an idiotic sociopath and sadistic megalomaniac who is the root of his own misery and horrors I refuse to mention on my part. "Well here's some advice, try listening," I snap. The gaze of the pink one travels between us both. She's wondering if she should intervene before I kill one of her subjects but Silver Lining, a shining example that stupidity does run in Onyx's family, interrupts. Again. If she does this a third time I really will kill her no matter what Pink One over there tries. "I just don't understand, you said you knew him yet you don't seem to appear in any of these awful tales. I would have guessed that you were one of the other apprentices but you mentioned many anecdotes of Onyx's foalhood where you describe what he was thinking, something you wouldn't know unless he told you, right?" ...right? "Just shut up." Pink One catches on to something and sits up, eyes alert. "Sombra, are you alright?" ...Right? "I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE JUST LIKE HIM! NEITHER OF YOU LISTEN TO ANYTHING AROUND YOU! THE SAME, YOU'RE ALL THE SAME!" 'At least he can't rise to Starswirl levels of awful, right?' "JUST SHUT UP! YOU'RE WORSE THAN HE WAS!" I unsheathe Phobos and everything is focused around Onyx's sister. She's the center of it all. There can't be another one of him, I can't live that again, I don't want to! "I'M BETTER! I AM, SHUT UP ONYX!" I won't ever go back to that castle because Onyx is right here and I'm going to kill him. I've almost got the perfect opening before there's a blast of blue light everywhere. ... The pink one is admittedly decent when it comes to creating magical barriers, which is what happened back in his sister's house. I tried to kill her. I'm not sorry. Pink One said I mistook his sister for him, I've never done that before. I'm always focused, I know what I'm doing and who's around me. Every time this happened it's simply because I'm sick and tired of the antics of somepony else, and lo and behold their stupidity typically reaches its climax as they trigger my irritability and laughably short patience for the last time. I'm never sorry, either. It doesn't worry me, I have no reason to be sorry to just another face who has done that. She didn't manage things that well, but then again I'm known for being unmanageable but Amore was able to get me out of there while she explained the last bit of my story to his sister. I burned down his sister's tree. She was crying and I didn't care because he doesn't deserve everything and she needs to move as far away from him as possible because she still can. Nopony will think of her as his sister when they see her, they won't define her by that by judging her unfairly even though I think she might deserve it. But every time somepony looks at me all they can see is what happened at the Empire. I'm their scapegoat. I was his. It's ponies like Pink One who don't make me a demon that adults use to frighten foals with. They can't see me, but she's observant enough to realize that I'm me, I'm Sombra and I'm bigger than what everpony thinks I am. I'm so wonderfully superior to all these stereotypes that simply can't hold up. They should be scared of me because I have every right to hurt ponies for what they've done. Ponies can keep their lies, they don't have to reflect upon anything if they even have the ability to. But, hey, I don't have to let them live if they make me mad, now do I? They are muted lies who don't even remember themselves. I'm Sombra. I'm not the king, nor was I ever. I'm cold and honest and if it's up to me, which it is I'm just getting started. Outside of me there is only silence as I watch the hills roll by. Snow sticks to the windows of the train as I head back towards Canterlot. Soon enough those tiny crystals will melt when they meet the Equestrian summer. The color of my hooves is not gray this time, and I only resemble what one could expect if they knew me, and few do. When it comes to boarding trains I always travel in disguise. I smirk because I've become quite partial to this one. A unicorn stallion with a white coat and my shaggy black mane still there, bangs falling over green eyes. Fake marks, such a those gained from certain illnesses are not convincing or a smart choice but a mark that is an illusion's product will work well enough if casted by somepony who knows what they are doing. So I bear the mark of a few playing cards: a pink ace of hearts that comes in handy from time to time. That one is oddly faithful. Next is the purple ace of cloves, as necessary as it is for a win it is utterly obnoxious. The only one left is the gold ace of diamonds, as amusingly dense as she is, it is still a card required for the win I desire. I wonder how much I'll be able to boast once I get to pocket that one. After all, it is my current pursuit.