Rebirth

by twilightpiesparkle

Chapter 6

The ponies of the Equestrian Council were preparing themselves for an important discussion. The stallions were seated at a glass table, in the heart of Canterlot Castle. The Council's discussion was centered on the threat of flooding along the coast of Manehattan, Baltimare, and Filly Delphia. Suddenly, a mysterious pony with a white coat and a violet mane strutted through the door. Nopony would dare to call her anything less than gorgeous.

The illustrious pony who was none other than Rarity, the Element of Generosity, aka Sombarity, stifled a chuckle as she watched the twelve stallions of the council drool over her.

“W-w-what can we d-do for you, Ms…..” stuttered one of the stallions.

“Ms. Rarity, of course!” exclaimed the beautiful 'mare'

The Council did not realize what fate had in store for them as the 'mare' approached them.

“You poor stallions have been working too hard. You deserve some le temps des vacances.”

As she spoke these words, her eyes took a hypnotizing turn, similar to Discord when he hypnotized the Elements of Harmony. Hypnosis was an amateur spell compared to Sombra's vast knowledge of dark magic.

“Oui Oui, le temps des vacances.” they muttered in a monotone voice.

"Excellent. Stand still, my good stallions. If you move, the teleport may go wrong, and that would be very tragic." Rarity then activated her magic. Teleporting multiple ponies could be tricky. Rarity's sickly aura surrounded her and the Council Ponies. Grey crystals formed around her. Rarity growled in annoyance. That little quirk of her magic could be very irritating. As the Council Room faded into nothing, Rarity closed her eyes and hoped that nopony would understand the significance of the crystals.

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"Princess Luna! The Council has vanished!" A Canterlot Guard panted, "We await your command. In the absence of your sister, we take our orders directly from you."

Luna considered. "Send out a search party immediately. We may yet find them."

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Rarity and the Council Members appeared in the caves under Canterlot. The same caves that Chrysalis used to trap her victims in during the Changeling invasion. Rarity, or Sombra, had discovered this brilliant method captivity of through his Changeling followers.

They are very useful minions, Sombra thought in appreciation.

Slowly, the twelve stallions began to awake from their trance.

"W- where are we?" the stallion that Sombra presumed to be the head of the council asked.

"Well," started Sombra, "call this place what you want, the Canterlot caves, your new home, your prison, but I prefer to call it, your final resting place. Nopony will EVER think to look for you here and, well, if they do, they will suffer the same fate."

As Sombra said this, he could hear the pony's heart beats quicken, he could see the sweat dripping down their backs, it brought him a great sense of joy.

"Who a-a-are you?" inquired one of the frightened stallions.

"Why, I am your worst nightmare, and more importantly, the future ruler of ALL of Equestria!!!" Sombra shouted this at the top of his lungs, screaming to the heavens. The stalagmites and stalactites shook as if, they too, were quivering with fear.

"What do you want from us?!" yelled one of the council members.

"Well, nopony will ever see you again so I guess I could tell you. I have replaced you. I already have twelve Changeling's lined up in your place. They will be found, not you. As you know, as the council, you oversee the punishment of criminals, you can even overrule the Princesses. I shall use the Changeling's in this position to help eliminate one of my greatest threats, Princess Sun butt's little pet. Even if the Princess objects, my Changeling's will have the power to overrule her."

Sombra/Rarity began to turn away as he finished reciting his plan when he heard a shout in his mind,

"You won't get away with this!"

With a chuckle, Sombra stated with great pleasure, "Why my little slave, I already have."

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Writing underwater was, in a word, difficult. Usually, Merponies carved their language into rocks when absolutely necessary. This was a tedious method, and the Merponies used it sparsely.

The Merponies were a telepathic race. Speech was rather difficult underwater. Fire Dancer had attempted it before, on a dare. This was a common practice among young Merponies. It had been horrible. Water had flowed up his mouth and had created a strange tickling sensation, which, while not painful, had been extremely irritating.

It was possible to enchant paper and ink. However, the paper would become extremely flimsy. At most, it would last for little more than a season. This was unacceptable for long-term record keeping.

The paper was made from the silk of the diving spiders, a breed of spiders that lives underwater. The pollution was killing them as well.

Fire Dancer forced his mind back to the task at hand. He needed to create the missive to send to the Land Ponies. He had agreed with Sapphire Moon that he would be the one to write the message. She had seemed disinterested, and Fire Dancer knew the reason.

She seeks to make a fool of me. If the Land Ponies do not respond to the letter, ponies will flood to join her. It has been my voice of reason that has stopped that. And if I am discredited…

Fire Dancer shook his head to clear it. Of course the Land Ponies would respond. He had heard rumors of their leaders, of their power and wisdom. He refused to believe that those wise and powerful leaders were sanctioning the death of his people.

Fire Dancer put the quill in his mouth and began to write.

Author's Note:

Thank you for the awesome idea for Sombrarity Kniznik.
French translations:
le temps des vacances- vacation time.
sorry about the accidental update on Saturday!
sorry if this has been posted multiple times, we had complications.