Epilogue
“Late,” The pitch black unicorn said as a pegasus landed in front of him.
“I was busy doing what needed to be done Nightshadow,” Nightsinger said as he folded his wings inward. “It was your idea that I did after all.”
“My my, arguing as we always do, don’t we brothers?” another voice said as he stepped out of the darkness.
Nightcaller eyed the other two ponies before him. “It has been far too long since we were together, my brothers, let’s not spend the night arguing.”
Each of the three pitch black, amber eyed ponies nodded in agreement.
“Besides, we have much to celebrate; the age old enemy is finally dead!” Nightsinger said with a morbid cheerfulness.
“Indeed he is. Serves him right, he should have known better. Every tyrant is always disposed of.” Nightshadow said.
“While the death of order is something to celebrate, we have other things to do. More important things, we can celebrate when this world is consumed in chaos once again.” Nightcaller said. “Come my brothers, we have much work to do.”