Miss Octavia Melody is a famed cellist world wide. Her music has been known to charm even the wildest of dragons. With her fame and talent, Octavia has gained quite a number of fans.
Yet, there is one fan in particular who has caught her eyes. A handsome and charming stallion that intrigues her so. He might just be the one for her.
But her fan may be good to be true. He may be holding a dark secret, something that could tear her world apart and destroy everything she loves.
There is just something about music that connects to me. It soothes my soul. It lights my inner fire. It gives me courage and helps me get through even the most stressful of days. I have plenty of those, given how successful I am. Being famous is an aspiration of most. I have obtained it, at a relatively young age. Yet it can be strenuous, which is why I prefer not to think on it. My music is what keeps my attention and interest. My fans are important to me, but my music is my life. I would play on even if there was no one there to listen. It made me happy.
Which is why I was playing in the Crystal Empire. These poor ponies had been gone for such a long time, enslaved to a tyrant. I couldn’t believe it honest. To think, a pony would let himself be consumed by such dark magic willingly. Not to mention what he did.
I can still see the marks of the chains and whips on some of the ponies….Even the children.
That villain deserved to be blown to bits. I would have loved to shown him what for. My mother taught me a few things in self defense and I am quite nifty with a crossbow, thanks to my dear father.
Back on track, he crystal ponies deserved a little bit of happiness. Music could soothe the savage breast. A saying I took to heart. These ponies would hear me play. They would see me putting my heart and soul into every single note. They would listen to my true desires and aspirations. I hoped it would be enough to soothe them, give them comfort. I wanted them to know they were welcome in Equestria. That we would help them whenever we could. As I and my fellow musicians travelled through this place, we knew it was our duty to help them. I’d make sure a hearty portion of our next years revenue went to the Crystal Ponies.
The royal concert hall was thankfully in tact. Most of the crystal empire’s cultural icons had been destroyed during Sombra’s reign. He apparently didn’t like any of the crystal pony’s culture, the blasted sod of a stallion. Blimey, I can’t even begin to wonder why. I’ve just been here a few days and I’m already loving it. The music is a bit different though. They seem to prefer horned instruments to the string variety. Their music plays loud and with a hearty tune. Vinyl would love it here.
With that in mind, I made sure to play accordingly. Oh yes, I do most of the writing. Mostly basics. My compatriots always contribute however. I honestly can’t do it without them. True friends to the end. Hopefully Frederick would work his magic with Beauty Brass soon. Friendship is great, but love is something else entirely. I’ve never experienced it myself and I probably wasn’t going to for some time. All I needed was my music and that was all.
Going back to my music, it was louder than normal. The notes weren’t held for that long though as it was quick paced. There were added pitches of high notes at certain parts. We had played for nearly an hour now and we were reaching a crescendo. With a final triumphant note, I stopped playing.
Before I even opened my eyes, I could hear the audience cheering. They were stomping their hooves on the ground in joviality. Oh such inspiring sounds. I finally opened my eyes to gaze upon their adoring faces. I felt such love and care. I just hoped I gave it in return. I smiled faintly and bowed my head. I...I wasn’t crying. A lady doesn’t cry, even if I felt such joy like never before. It was the empire, the ponies around her. I had heard about how connected they were. How the Crystal Empire gave it’s ponies such jubilee. I didn’t believe them.
I did now. I felt the magic of the empire course through me as I smiled. Oh I was going to love it here.
Death holds no sway over the dark. We outlast everything, even light itself. Did they really think they could kill me with such a trinket? With love?!! The Crystal Heart is powerful, I give them that. Yes, it is the only weapon that can destroy me completely. Yet, they are all fools. I am no common monster. I am King Sombra. That blast destroyed my body. Yes, they won the day.
They would not win the war. Umbran do not admit defeat. We endure. We survive. We make our enemies bleed until they die of their wounds. I was bested twice by the ponies. They would not win a third time. The dark endures. Perseveres. We are everywhere. I am the dark and I will endure for eternity.
Of course, that spell had taken much of my power. If not for the strength my Umbran family gave me, I would be dead. A normal Umbran would not have survived such love and compassion given form. I am no normal Umbran. I have ascended beyond such.
I am Sombra, King of the Crystal Empire and the god of darkness! Even as weak as I am, I can kill whoever I wish. I should march on that purple mare right now and slay her. Oh yes, I wonder how they will fare without that mare to save them. Perhaps I should kill the little drake first.
‘You musn’t rush into anything, my child.’ The silken voice of my ‘mother’ spoke in my mind. ‘You must be patient. We waited under the ice for ages. We can wait just a little bit longer.’
Right as ever, mother. I noted. She was always right. Infuriatingly so. I could feel her smug smile, even though she had no lips to which she could smile. She was a thing, but so was I. We are Umbran, shadows given life. The light will fear us once more.
I just needed some time. Something to do. Information! Yes, a disguise would do. I shant go prancing around as myself, before or after my enlightenment. Hmm, it will take energy though. I have enough to do so, but I won’t be able to do much more than simple spells for a while. It shouldn’t matter. All ponies are fools.
With determination, I steeled myself for what was to come. Conjuring up a body is a painful and long process. Every fiber and nerve is new and for the first few days you are as weak as a kitten. I would have to take extra precaution. This was worth it though. Soon, my conquest will be complete. The Umbran, my race, will be free once more.
It was easy to form a base for my new body. All I needed was an idea. A picture in my mind. With that, all I needed was a basic understanding of the body type. A unicorn is good choice. I was once a unicorn, so my mind is easily accustomed to it. Hour after hour I poured my magic into my form. There was so much to check and prepare. I had to appear inconspicuous. I needed a reason to roam. Ah yes, a bard. Musicians travel the land. My cutie mark shall mirror that form.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity and I should know that feeling well enough, I was finished. It was hard to stand, so instead I laid down in the snow for a while. My flesh and blood body was susceptible to the cold, but I had enough magic to keep myself warm. That wouldn’t last. I needed to get to the Crystal Empire soon. Still, once I got my bearing, and after a few clumsy spills that I would have executed anypony if they saw them, I wanted to see my new form.
I was dirt brown with a light green mane. Inviting colors. I had been tempted to keep myself gray, but I didn’t want any suspicion. My subjects would fear gray unicorns. A picture of a lute was stamped on my flank. Perfect. I was ready to go and ‘mingle’ amongst my subjects. Disgusting thought, but it was only temporary.
The Empire was closer than I thought. Good. That gave me a bit more magic for myself. Not nearly enough that I felt comfortable with though. I am overlord of shadows, the god of darkness. I should feel above these peasants. These vagabonds that built their city over the ruins of my race. They will once again slave away in chains.
That was for later. Now, I had to ‘deal’ with them. None of them paid me much mind. Perhaps I garnered the occasional glance, but that was because I wasn’t a crystal pony. I would never degrade myself as to take one of their forms. Now I needed to find a place I could extract some information. Who was that purple mare and that drake? What was Equestria like these days? Was I worrying over their threat for nothing?
I needed to know. I was going to tear this place apart to find out……
What was that music? It was like the music of this infernal place, but different. It gave the crystal pony music purpose and life. How they could stand it is beyond me. I had to get closer. It was too faint here.
I trotted off towards the music. The sweet melody was enticing, especially...string music? There was barely any string instruments in the empire, only used when playing equestrian songs. I was curious as to who was playing it.
The concert hall? This is where the music is coming from? Well, perhaps I’m glad that I didn’t tear this place down. I just never got around to it, since I focused on just destroying crystal pony instruments. No real purpose and I could renovate it later. I pushed my way inside. Some of the ponies protested, but a quick snarl shut them up.
They knew their place.
I had to find out who was playing.I had finally pushed my way to the main hall, where in the middle of the room, were the band of musicians. They played such beautiful music. Ah, I remember the days of yore. Equestrian music was the only thing I could stand. The local musicians were too full of themselves. Too flaunting of their talents when they had none.
They never let me play any of their instruments. Spiteful xenophobes.
I listened to them play for what felt like hours. They played as one. Each helped and supported the other, yet one drew my eye. It was the the mare with the large string instrument. She was...she was...perfect. That gray coat. That black hair. I’d mistake her for an Umbran if I didn’t know better. She was obviously an Equestrian. Her coat lacked the shine and luster of the race that dwells here. Nor was her form hinting the rock hard body and neither did it show any signs of crystal growth. She was pure equestrian.
Then the music stopped. I didn’t care about the cheering. I only cared about this mare’s eyes. They were dazzling and filled with such passion. I have only seen one mare with such eyes….One mare who loved me with all her-
‘My son!’ My mother hissed. ‘You are distracted. Forget her. She hated you. She wanted to use you.’
Yes, she didn’t love me. I snarled at the thought of Radiant Hope. She wasn’t the one. She was just some ditzy unicorn...who had no one else but me and my caretaker.
‘They are gone,’ my mother assured me. My happy thoughts...what happy thoughts? Oh yes, subjegating my empire. ‘Yes, that is it my son. Forget that silly nonsense. Focus on freeing your family.’
I would. I would free my family and take my rightful place as king of the Crystal Empire.
It was always a sad moment, having to leave the stage. I sometimes wish I could stay there forever and play on and on. Silly really, but that’s just how much I love this job. This art. My friends were almost as giddy as I as we left the stage, though perhaps I was the only one apprehensive of leaving. Yes, it must be just me. This is just some silly filly thought really.
“That performance was gut, ja?” Frederick Horshoepin always seemed to have a pep in his step. I’m lucky to have met the Germane honestly. He’s my oldest and dearest of friends and he always knows how to make me smile.
“Sehr gut,” Beauty Brass giggled, poorly imitating a Germane accent. She was the most ‘out-going’ player in the band, with only Pinkie Pie and Vinyl out-gunning her enthusiasm. It’s bad enough I have one friend that keeps trying to drag me to ‘parties’, or what you can call those booming light shows, I have the misfortune of having two.
Joy.
Still, she was a treat to have around. Frederick has had a crush on her for years. The poor dear just can’t seem to work up the nerve to ask and Beauty seems oblivious to it. I shant interfere. This is for them to work out. Besides, what do I know about romance? A few ‘flings’ here and there honestly don’t count.
“I do believe we ‘knocked their socks off, as the phrase goes.” I chuckled and the other followed suit. It’s not that funny of an expression, but we felt so good we’d laugh at anything. “Parish, was it good for you?” He nodded. “Simply smashing.”
Harpo Parish Nandermane was mute. We never held it against him, because he seemed to communicate well enough without speaking. Either that, or we’ve just known him long enough to guess adequately what he’s saying. He was the strongest of us, so he often worked as a unofficial ‘bodyguard’. He had a knack for ridding us of pesky reporters.
“Beautiful,” an elderly Crystal stallion walked up to us. “Simply beautiful. I have to say that might be the best performance I’ve seen in a thousand years.”
I rolled my eyes, but smiled at the poor joke anyways. “Well you didn’t hire any old band of musicians, for we are-” the four of us formed up, striking elegant poses. “The Harmonics.” I should note we were drunk when we picked the name and poses. It just stuck with us afterwards.
“Of course,” the stallion nodded, smiling from ear to ear. “I wouldn’t think otherwise. I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing. I’m sorry if we can’t pay you enough, but King Sombra locked away most of our jewelry and other valuables. We’re still trying to find them. I assure you that we’ll pay you handsomely once we’ve located enough.”
I shook my head. “No, we couldn’t accept.”
“The pay is fine, but we thank you for the sentiment.” Beauty chipped in. “We’re already pretty rich, so it’s not going to hurt to play a few free concerts.”
“We’re just happy to help,” Frederick smiled.
“Seeing the beauty of an empire lost to time is an added bonus,” Beauty said.
The crystal stallion nodded. “Yes, I would imagine. I wish you the best of days here in the empire.”
“You as well,” I, and the rest of my merry band, bowed our heads in parting. The stallion returned it and we departed. It was sad feeling, having to leave the concert hall. Still, a little sightseeing and relaxation would do me good. That and a vacation from ‘party all night’ Vinyl is a bonus. She is a dear friend, but a pony can only handle so many ‘wubs’.
That word still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Even though my heart yearned to once more dwell in the hall of fair music, I knew a break would be good for me. My suite called for me. More specifically, my bed. Though I didn’t want to take advantage of these ponies, being a ‘star’ figure does have its perks. Given how little sleep I had last night given my anxiety, I am in dire need of a little shut eye.
However, it seemed it would take a little while longer to reach my just deserved rest. He was a simple unicorn stallion with earthen colors. Strange really. Unicorns usually have vivid and strange colors. While his colors were plain, his body….his body was anything but. He was muscular, almost earth pony like. I’ve never seen such defined muscles on a unicorn before other than soldiers.
He was handsome, not just in body but in his face. He had a squared muzzle with such striking features. I...I just don’t know how to put it. I had to get a grip of myself. I would not drool over some random, good looking stallion like a school filly. No, I am Octavia Melody. I have tons of good looking male fans. I would not drool.
“Uhh, Octavia?” Beauty giggled and closed my jaw. “You’re drooling.”
BLAST! “Oh, sorry.” I cleared my throat. “Can we help you?”
“Very much so,” his smile was enchanting and his deep, baritone voice was the same. Though it was odd how the crystal ponies around us seem to shiver at the voice. A random crystal wavelength or something?
This mare was lovelier in person than from afar. She held herself with such regality that I would assume right in her noble status and blood. A part of myself wanted to hate her for it. Nobility was weakness. They are too shallow and simple minded. They prop themselves up on pedestals because of their ‘lineage’, not their deeds. They made my childhood a living Tartarus. If I had more time to further my reign, I would have gladly done more than humiliate them.
Oh well. I can execute them when I retake my homeland.
Her eyes caught my attention once again. This time, i could see how vibrant they are. How they sparkled in the daylight. Noble or not, this was a beautiful mare. Her coat and mane reminded me of my own kind. A pleasing coincidence.
“I am new to the empire,” I stated, remembering my body’s fake history. “And I had just came from your concert. I have to say that your talent does this empire some real good.” Moreso than any crystal musician for sure.
“Oh thank you,” the gray mare smiled. Her voice was accented. I couldn’t place what it was. Equestrians had strange manners of speaking. “It is always nice to meet a fan, but we were on our way for a little respite.”
I bowed my head. “Of course, but I was hoping to get your name.”
Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see the blue mare elbow the purple stallion. “I think we’ll just head on ahead, Octavia. You and your fan need some time alone.” She giggled.
Octavia? Such a fitting name for a beauty the likes any Umbran could only hope to match. Octavia glared at the blue mare as the others left. Good. I’d rather make this short and sweet. Talk with her for a bit. Sate my curiosity. Conquer the empire. Those sorts of things were a definite must on my list of things to do.
“As my friend has already let slip,” Octavia stated, looking at me once more. “I am Octavia Melody. Who might you be?”
“Som-”
‘SILENCE!’ My mother’s voice rang in my mind. ‘You foolish foal of mine. Still your tongue.’
Of course, lying to this mare won’t be of any consequence.
‘Thank you, mother.’ I spoke to her.
“Som what?” Octavia tilted her head in question.
“Somber Note,” I nodded my head. “At your service.”
“It is nice to meet you, Somber Note.” She smiled. “Fans are always welcome, but I am tired. Can we meet another time?”
“Perhaps,” I spoke. This mare had nothing to do with my reemergence. She was nothing. I didn’t need to speak with her again. I just wanted to hear her music. “I am a busy stallion.”
“I know the feeling,” Octavia stated. “Of course, most Ponyvillians know it well enough. It seems to be a trait we all share now that we live with the Elements.”
I blinked in confusion. “The Elements? The Elements of Harmony?” Impossible. The Princesses lived in the Everfree Castle. Only they wielded the Elements and they rarely came amongst the common folk. They are just like the noble scum that infest this city. Empire? Bah. Just a title the sickening nobles wanted to give this city state so they can feel important. I will make this place a true empire. Just like the ‘god’ titles the sister’s possessed. I will take both and smash them to pieces.
Octavia nodded. The motion pulled me away from my dark thoughts. “Oh yes, I know them well enough. I often go with Rarity, the Element of Generosity, to the spa. She is, what you could say, a dear friend of mine.”
This Octavia wasn’t just a wonderful musician, but knew these ‘new bearers’? Incredible. I never thought a mortal could wield an Element, or is this ‘Rarity’ a new god? Hmm, I will have to look into this…
Or maybe not. Maybe I needed somepony who already knew well enough about them. Somepony who could lead me to the Elements so I can drain them of their power and use it for my own goals. Yes, that is perfect. There was little chance I could take my empire back with what I had to work with. I needed something more. A place to scheme away from the infernal Crystal Heart. It would drain me sooner or later, killing me slowly. I can stand a few months, but more than that? No. I need something more. This mare can lead me to it.
“Interesting,” I smiled what I hoped my a charming smile. Since she didn’t cringe or scream in fear, I supposed I pulled it off. It helps that I don’t have fangs anymore. “I know that you are a busy mare, but I would love to hear more. You lead an intriguing life.”
“That I do,” Octavia nodded. “I think I can spare an hour or two. Other than the concert, I had nothing planned for today.”
“Great. Since we’re both new here, perhaps we can do a bit of exploring, hmm?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Octavia walked by my side.
This was going to be easy. I’m sure my form and my own charisma could charm this mare into doing whatever I wished. I was on my way back to my throne and all I had to do was befriend this mare. What could go wrong?
“And you’re sure this is the best restaurant in the empire?” Octavia gave me a skeptical quirked eyebrow. The open menu lay sprawled before her, but she didn’t pay it much mind.
I felt a little ire upon hearing the question. A peasant was questioning me? It was disrespectful. I had half a mind to kill her where she sat, even if she was beautiful. I had to keep myself in check. It just goes to show how well kept a pony I am that I didn’t show my anger. Of course, the place wasn’t that much so she was forgiven completely for asking. It was just a little bakery. Nothing more. Not befitting a king, but I made an exception for this place.
I nodded. “It may not look like it, but it has the best food in the empire. Cheap too.”
“Hmm,” Octavia didn’t seem convinced. Hmph, I didn’t care. I just needed her to take me to the Element bearers so I can suck out their strength and/or kill them. She could think what she wanted, until I take over the world of course.
Because one city-state isn’t going to cut the imprisonment of my people.
“You’ll change your mind soon enough,” I smirked.
My smirk faded as I saw the owner walk up to us. He was an older stallion. Not too old, since he still shined bright. It’s just here and there were crinkles in his skin. He was auburn and had a light red mane. “What can I do you for?”
I smiled. It was a genuine one, even if it was a bit faint. Glazed Bagel, or Glaze as I remember everyone calling him, was an honest stallion. He was one of the few ponies in the city I didn’t have the heart to put in the mines or anything like that. I just couldn’t. Not after how well he treated me and Radiant. He even sneaked us a few cookies now and again.
“Do not let the past cloud your mind. He is the enemy.” My mother’s words whispered to me.
“And I will remember that, mother.”
“Two of your home styled bagels will do for me and the lady here,” I commented.
Octavia opened her mouth as if to object, but shrugged. “Sounds reasonable.”
Glaze nodded. He didn’t carry around paper to write the orders down, since he could remember it well enough. Helps that his business is slow. “And your drinks?”
“Just cold milk will suffice for now,” I added and Glaze trotted off to prepare our order.
“Just a bagel and milk?” Octavia asked. “I thought you were going to order something a little more extravagant with how much you built this place up.”
I chuckled. “Trust me. This is no ordinary bagel.”
“You don’t know how many times Pinkie Pie has told me that one,” Octavia stated.
“And was she ever right?” I quirked an eyebrow in question. The more I knew about my enemy, the better. Even their cooking skills could come in handy later.
“Everytime,” Octavia chuckled.
Ever quick, Glaze brought us our meal. He always had a few of each item at standby for small orders. A simple charm kept them fresh and warm for days. “There we go. Have a nice date, you two.”
“We’re not dating,” Octavia rolled her eyes. “Honestly, it is irritating how ponies assume you’re dating when you’re just sitting next to each other.”
“Quite,” I nodded. I got a lot of that when I spent time with Radiant Hope. Of course, I didn’t care what they said about us. What we did was our own business, nor did I really want to correct them. Radiant was special to me.
“And she betrayed you.”
I winced. My mother was right. Radiant would get no sympathy from me. Not anymore, the wretch. I’m glad she’s dead. She would have faced my full wrath if she had stayed in the empire.
“Are you alright?” Octavia said, reminding me that I had more important matters at hoof than a dead mare.
“Oh nothing,” I smiled to reassure her. “Just an unpleasant thought crossed my mind.”
“Ah,” Octavia nodded in understanding. “I understand. I used to do the same with my friend, Vinyl’s, dubstep. I didn’t like it at first, but it’s grown on me. It doesn’t compare to a good, classical instrument, but it does it’s job well enough.”
I have no idea what dubstep is, but I’ll just nod. I absentmindedly grabbed the bagel and took a bite….
I turned my head to Octavia and she wasn’t there anymore. What happened?!! Where did that mare go? She was the key to my victory. I wanted to go look for her, but I felt myself stuck in place. Everything felt strange, as though I wasn’t here but I was at the same time.
“Now Sombra, Radiant,” Chestnut Falls’ voice spoke up somewhere in the room. I looked to see the kind mare who was….a mother to me in so many ways talking to a younger me and Radiant? “You can only choose one treat. I don’t want you getting tummy aches and spoiling your appetites for dinner.”
“Yes Miss Falls,” the two children replied.
I don’t understand what’s happening? Is this a memory? Why would I…? This is the first time I tried one of these bagels. I wasn’t supposed to remember this. My mother...my true mother repressed these memories. They made me weak. I needed to be strong for my people. Yet, why was I remembering this?
“Oooh!” Radiant hopped about like I remember her doing all the time. Even grown up, she was full of energy. I can attest to that in pretty much every aspect of her character. “Can I have one of the special bagels?”
“Bagel?” The little colt version of myself asked.
“You don’t know what a bagel is?” When I shook my head, Radiant gasped. The little filly turned her head to Chestnut. “We’ve gotta fix this, Miss Falls.”
“Oh yes we do,” Chestnut chuckled, giving little me a nuzzle. I miss those. NO! I will not dwell on them anymore. I am strong now. She turned to Glaze, who walked up to the counter. “Glaze, we have an emergency. Little Sombra here has never had a bagel before?”
“Never?” Glaze mock gasped. “That’s horrible.” He quickly pulled out two. “Here, have a couple on the house. Nopony should ever go through life without having a bagel. Well, at least I think so.”
“Well aren’t you generous today,” Chestnut quickly hoofed the two bagels over to us, er, them. It’s a little strange watching a memory like this. It was almost like I was living through it again.
The little colt version of myself looked at the bagel curiously for a while, before biting. My eyes went wide and I scarfed down the rest in a heartbeat. “I love bagels.”
“Me too!” Radiant chipped in.
“I’m glad somepony appreciates my hard work,” Glaze chuckled.
What was that? Why was I remembering my past now of all times? I had an empire to re-conquer. The past was just that. The past. My mother banished those memories and thoughts away, but I can still feel them, if only faintly. It’s aggravating. These crystal ponies will pay for making me feel this way. My musings were cut off when I felt a warmth on my hoof.
“Somber?” I looked down to see that Octavia had put a comforting hoof on my own. I honestly contemplated ripping it off, but I deemed it not worth my time. Checking her face, she was indeed concerned for me. “Are you alright? We can easily reschedule another time to meet if you are unwell.”
“No,” I quickly said, shaking my head. “I just remembered something I had long since forgotten.”
“And what is that?” Octavia tilted her head to the side, which was cute.
“The first time I had a bagel,” I answered. There wasn’t anything in my memory to be ashamed of anyways and it would put her pestering to rest.
Octavia smiled. “Ah, I see. I don’t exactly remember my first bagel, but I do remember my first ‘donut’. Vinyl was so insistent I try one and went to great lengths to make me try every single type of donut. Still not exactly a fan of them, but I’ve become partial to a few. I prefer other pastries, such as bagels though.”
What is a donut? I know it’s been a thousand years, but so much has changed if these Equestrians were anything to go by. They even have metal carriages that drive on their own. I have no idea what they are called, but the crystal ponies will be quick to make their own. Hopefully it’s something I’d actually want to ride in. Those metal carriages seemed more like children’s toys than anything else.
“So how long have you been in the empire?” Octavia asked. “You certainly know your way around.” She took a bite of her bagel. “Hmm, yes this is very good. Exquisite.”
I blinked in anger. I should have known she’d ask that. I was too quick to flatter her. It has been ages since I’ve talked with a mare and this one held a lot of importance for my future. “A few days, but I know how to find my way around pretty much anywhere. Being a bard has its payoffs.”
“I must hear you play one of these days,” Octavia smiled. “I bet your music is simply smashing.”
I have no idea how to play instruments! Why did I think this was a good idea. I’m an idiot. No matter. I’ll stall her. Thankfully, I’m a quick learner. I’ll make sure to read up how to play or rip the knowledge from somepony’s mind. No, they might detect black magic from the second idea. I’ll have to do this the hard way. “I’m not exactly in the mood to play anytime soon.” I looked downcast. “Let’s just say, I don’t have my muse anymore.”
Octavia frowned. “That’s a darn shame. I always do love hearing another’s music. It’s so wonderful how everyone has their own song. Oh yes, you may play the same piece of music, but everyone plays differently. I’ve come to notice and it is magnificent. You can tell a lot about a pony by hearing them play or sing.”
I’ll have to take her word for it. If that was true, then it just reaffirmed my hatred for crystal ponies. I can’t stand their music. “Sounds like you know a lot about music.”
“I make it my business to know everything I can about music,” Octavia stated. “Music is my life. It’s my passion. My drive. It’s beauty the likes of which anyone can understand, but few take the time to really ‘know’ the music for what it truly is. You can listen to a note and hear the note, but do you ever stop to listen to it’s story?”
“Notes have stories?” What is this mare on?
Octavia nodded. “Every note has it’s own story to tell. You must listen carefully, for you might never hear a note like it again. Sad really, but that is life. Things pass on and can never be recaptured. That is why it’s important to stop and listen to what music has to say. You might hear the ‘Ode to Joy’ several times and never listen to the same song once. Every player will add their own flair. They add a piece of themselves that no one else can. One of the reasons I really wanted to come to the Crystal Empire was to hear the music. To think this place has been gone a thousand years. A thousand years without adding to the music of life. The trip up here was dreadful. The music in the air was joyous, but there was such a sadness.”
“What sadness?” This mare was either crazy or brilliant. Perhaps both.
“The land was weeping,” Octavia ears were splayed back and her eyes downcast. “It was so miserable. You could hear it in the wind. How the snow would fall. The land was missing it’s crucial instrument. The song was incomplete. As a filly, I broke down crying the first time I came up north. I never wanted to feel like that again.” She smiled. “Now the land is healing. It’s celebrating the empire’s return. Did not the winds blow stronger and with swifter motions on your travel here?”
I blinked in confusion. The wind was rather strong and fluid, moreso than usual. “You act as if the land is alive.”
“Everything has it’s part to play in the grand orchestra,” Octavia smiled.
I mulled this over. “You have quite the gift.” I could use this somehow. If she could detect the emotions of snow, she could detect another pony’s emotions. A living lie detector. Most interesting if my theory is correct. If not for that, I could keep her alive as a personal musician.
“Thank you,” Octavia smiled. “It certainly makes my life interesting. To my knowledge, there are few ponies alive that have this gift or anything like it. The only other I’ve met was this strange mare. Tree Hugger, if I remember it correctly.” She tapped her chin in thought. “Most unusual, but most relaxing. Her music was a comforting one, something I’ve never heard from a pony. It was just so peaceful. She couldn’t hear the music of life like I could, but she could see it. It was so fascinating trading stories and what each item or person looks or hears like.” She giggled, which I found rather adorable. “I’m sorry. I’m rambling on. It’s just that it was nice meeting a mare I could relate to.”
I held up a hoof to silence her apology. During my rule, ponies grew still as stone whenever I raised my hoof. They feared me. For now, I’ll settle for the pony shutting up. “There is no need to apologize. I know better than most what it means to find somepony you can connect with.” I looked away, banishing Radiant’s visage from my mind once again. That infernal mare would not leave me. She cursed me somehow.
“Well a pony shouldn’t be lonely,” Octavia stated. “If you ever feel lonely, come to me. My friends and I can help sort out that problem for you.” She gave me a smile and passed over a little card with instructions on it.
I quirked an eyebrow. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
“No,” Octavia deadpanned. I got the feeling she had a lot of ‘fans’ and wasn’t all up for dating really. I could manage. I may not have much experience in this field, but I am King Sombra. I can sway a mare, or at least befriend her long enough to meet the bearers.
I smirked. “Didn’t think so.” We both chuckled a bit, before continuing our meal.
That was a pleasantly surprising experience to say the least. That stallion was certainly a rare breed. Smart, kind, and quite skilled. The only others I knew were my friends and bandmates, but I wasn’t really up for dating them. They were like family to me. I just couldn’t see myself with them in a romantic sense. Harpo seemed to prefer being single anyways and Frederic...Oh Frederic, poor Frederic. I hope it works out for him. He deserves to be happy. It’s just that Beauty Brass wasn’t exactly all for that idea. At least, I thought she wasn’t. I could be wrong. I hope I’m wrong.
Anyways, today was rather pleasant all around. If fate were a kind mistress, it would stay that way. However, I was not that naive. This is Equestria. What can go wrong, will go wrong in such spectacular ways. I can’t even imagine most of them. It didn’t take me long to reach our apartment.
“Back from your date already?” Beauty asked, trotting up to her friend. “Come on. How was it? You have to tell me.”
“It wasn’t a date,” I rolled my eyes. “We just conversed for a while like civilized beings. He’s more of a friendly acquaintance.”
“Well, how was your ‘friendly acquaintance’?” Beauty smiled. “Was he as cute inside as he was outside?”
“He was a perfect gentlecolt,” I honestly answered. I wasn’t going to call him cute. It wasn’t proper and he wasn’t. He was gorgeous, but there was something off about him that I couldn’t place. His song felt deep and darker than it should have been. Must have been this place messing with my senses.
Harpo trotted up and raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘Really? That’s all?’. Of course, there was a little more to it than that. Harpo’s manner of speaking was incredibly complicated to explain, like my own musical sense.
I blushed as I got his full meaning. “Harpo!”
“Bad Harpo,” Beauty chuckled, but was blushing just as brightly as I. Harpo just silently laughed.
“One of these days, Harpo.” I snorted, but couldn’t help but smile. At least his antics weren’t as vulgar as Vinyl’s. She was a dear friend, but her language was so hard to take sometimes. Perhaps it’s just me. “Where’s Frederic?”
“Asleep,” Beauty said. “He spent too much of last night practicing, remember?”
“Right, right.” I nodded. Frederic was talented. Far more talented than any other pianist I know of and that’s a lot. Whenever he finds a new sheet a music, he will not stop until he has mastered it. So now that we were in a whole new city, he was going ballistic. Sad to think the crystal ponies don’t have really any piano dabbles. The only ones they had were ancient variants of Equestrian piano songs. Still, he would give it his all no matter what.
Harpo went into the other room and we could hear the sound of a loud ‘thud’ and then Frederic crying out in alarm. I sighed. Harpo was a nice stallion, but he was far too blunt about things. If he was going to wake you up, be sure that it wasn’t going to be pleasant. I should know. He pushed me off the bed quite a few times before I learned to get up extra early, or at least learn to be a light sleeper.
“Schweinhund,” Frederic cursed aloud. “I’m up. I’m up….Octavia’s here?” Frederic trotted out from the bedrooms and smiled at me. “So, how did the date go?”
“It was not a date,” I huffed. My cheeks were slightly heated. “I don’t see where you all got that idea from. I just met this fellow not long ago.”
“But you don’t often get asked out by handsome strangers,” Beauty elbowed my side playfully.
“And I hope it doesn’t become a recurring act,” I snorted. Although, I wouldn’t mind it really. It was nice to know I was more than just a musician. I didn’t spend an hour every morning prepping myself for nothing.
“So are you going to see him again?” Beauty asked with a hopeful grin. Ugh, this mare has such a fascination with romance.
“Possibly,” I nodded. “He is a travelling minstrel, but he should be around for at least a few days. We’ll probably bump into him soon enough.” I decided to leave out the fact that I invited him. Beauty wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. Yes, he’d probably tell them I said it and then I’d never hear the end of it, but at least I had a day's reprieve. I wonder how Somber was doing right now?
That was far more pleasant than I thought it was going to be. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t a crystal pony. That may be it. As well, I thought she was going to be like one of those stuck up nobles. If she was, I’d have taken her into an alley and snapped her neck. Well, I would have thought about it. I needed her for my plans. She was my ticket to this ‘Ponyville’ and the elements. Gah, I hate that name. Ponyville. I was going to raise that town to the ground for its stupidity.
I just needed to formulate a plan. Celestia was no fool. She would have traps and guards placed around the bearers in case creatures like me came for them. It’s still jarring to think that mere mortals can wield the greatest weapons on this planet. If six young mares could do it, than anyone could.
I stopped in my tracks. Anyone? I grinned. Yes, anyone could wield them. Perhaps even I? No, I was getting ahead of myself. I was the antithesis to which the elements stood for. I was evil. A shadow given form. It would kill me if I tried to even touch them. Perhaps I needed time to think. There must be a way around this. There are always loopholes. If not, I needed to know how to destroy them.
Killing the bearers was only a temporary solution. The Elements changed hooves once. There was always a chance they’d just find another one worthy of their power and I’d be back in my icy prison in no time. I just needed time and this Octavia was going to give it to me. She knows this ‘Rarity’. Through her, I could become Rarity’s ‘friend’ and gain her trust. Then all I have to do is wait for the right opportunity and one element would be mine. Better yet, all six at once. Less chance of something going awry.
“You are as clever as I, my son.” My mother’s words rang through my ears. “You will make the most of this gift, I’m sure of it.”
I grinned. ‘Yes, mother.’
As I walked about, I didn’t bother looking at anything in particular. I’ve seen it all before. I hate it. I hate every ounce of this place. However, one sign made me stop in my tracks. It was a ‘liberation’ sign. Something about freedom from ‘tyranny’? These incompetent fools.
Crystal ponies never did anything themselves. If a monster came charging, they ran behind their crystal heart or got Equestria to bleed for them. They cry for independence, but the bones of thousands of Equestrians lay around the Empire showed how very little they’d fight for it. They are all cowards. I wanted to show them true war, true carnage like that which they forced onto their southern kin. Crystal ponies are just as Equestrian as any other race. They’re just some overblown city-state. The crystals of the empire were going to be painted red with my vengeance.
“A dead slave has no value.”
My mother was right. They were useless to me dead. My people needed me and these crystal ponies were going to dig them out. I snickered. This was all too easy. My intellect far outshines any being here or in Equestria. The only ones that could challenge me think I’m dead. Oh this is going to be so much fun.
‘You know how to have fun, don’t you Sombra?’
“R-radiant?” I stopped. That voice… it was so clear in my head. She always had such a lively spirit and she always wanted to see me happy. I wanted the same, didn’t I? Yes, I loved-
“NO! Do not think about that crystal mare. She was in your way. Remember your purpose.”
Right. I am above such emotions. I am fear. I am hatred. I am Sombra, the Umbrum. I was going to make this world pay for what it did to me, to my kind. Nothing would hold me back, especially not some dead mare… I hope she died well.
I never said goodbye.
I shook my head. That didn’t matter. What mattered is that I needed a place to stay. I smirked when I trotted into a hotel for guests of the empire. The crystal mare behind the counter was young, so I laughed inwardly when she blushed at the sight of me.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes,” my voice purred out the words. I felt disgusted with the thought of seducing a crystal mare, but I didn’t want to use my dark magic to trick her. Someone might sense it on her and my plans would be dashed or at the very least complicated. Well, more complicated than they already were.”I’d like a room. Nothing too fancy.”
“We have a few on the second floor available,” she nodded. “That’ll be five bits.”
“We can work out payments later,” I winked, causing her to shyly look away. “Tell you what. I can work out the payments by playing for the other guests. Free of charge.”
The mare took a quick look at my cutie mark. “I don’t know if my boss will like that,” she muttered.
“I’ll personally speak with him,” I smirked. I don’t think there’d be any harm with using my skills on her boss. She was visited by several patrons over the course of the day. Her boss could leave for a day or two, long enough for the tell-tell sign of dark magic to leave them.
She looked about and quickly hoofed over a spare set of keys. “Room E43. If my boss gets angry, I’ll tell him you stole them.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I remarked, before chuckling at her shocked expression. “Kidding.” I walked off. That was too easy. Perhaps I made this form too sexy. Nah, I was a rather attractive creatures. Sad to think I was surrounded mostly by crystal mares. Maybe I’ll see that Octavia soon. It would be a good change of pace.
I’m actually quite glad I decided to curse this place when I was destroyed a thousand years ago. For reasons beside hurting her. If I hadn’t, who knows how backwards I would seem compared to the rest of the ponies here. I would not be less than them. They are beneath me. Going by a few comments I remember Octavia mentioning a few things that I had no idea what they were. Electricity? Trains? Was a train those metal boxes that moved? I shall steal their metal boxes and make them my own. It should be dark and foreboding and named ‘Shadow Runner’. That was a fearsome name for a moving metal box.
“We have no times for metal boxes,” my mother’s voice hissed in my mind. “Contact that Octavia mare now and get on with this. The sooner we’ve dealt with the Elements and/or enslaved them, the sooner we can be freed.”
I nodded, “Very well then.” I stood up and trotted over to the door. This place was certainly run down. Did I not send enough funds this way, or were the crystal ponies too stupid to use them? Either way, they will pay for forcing me to sleep in this infernal pig sty. I don’t care if they like this ‘simple’ apartment. I am King Sombra. That means I deserve the best of the best.
Anyways, that Octavia mare would take some time finding. She was probably at the castle or at one of the finer stops in the city. A mare with her standing surely wouldn’t resort to a place like this. Opening the door, my eyes widened as I saw that very mare right before me. She looked just as shocked as I was.
“Somber?” Octavia blinked in surprise.
“Octavia?” I did as well. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m living here for the time being,” she answered honestly, causing me to widen my eyes. “Does that surprise you?”
“Well yes,” I answered truthfully. I had to watch my word choices. “You’re too refined a mare to simply stay at a place like this.”
“Usually that would be true,” she nodded. “But there weren’t really any vacant spots open in the higher class suites and I honestly didn’t want to intrude. I’m not going to force these poor ponies to bend to my wishes. That would make me as bad as Sombra.”
I frowned internally. ‘I’ll show you how bad I can truly be one day.’ “Well as long as you had a good night’s rest, that’s all that matters. Perhaps you would be interested in having a bit of breakfast together.”
“My, my,” Octavia smirked. “Aren’t you forward.”
I blushed slightly. I know I’m supposed to get her to like me, but mares were always my weakness. I just couldn’t talk to them and the only one I could… I lost my blush. “Oh it’s nothing like that. I just wish to talk with you a bit more.”
She chuckled, which was rather cute. “Of course.”
Contrary to some, I don’t care much for stairs. They do make for very good deterrents and the more stairs a hero has to climb, the more tired they get and the slower they are in a fight. It paid off a few times, before the princesses came to stop me. Yet, for some reason, the would be assassins that survived said I had a ‘stair fetish’. Perhaps it was their way of trying to degrade me. Cutting their heads off was truly satisfying.
We didn’t really say much for the next few moments. We just sat down and ate a few pieces of buttered bread and milk. Just simple peasant food. It seems that some districts have not received needed funds, or the crystal ponies were too stupid to use them properly. They couldn’t even be bothered to bring a bagel, the swine.
“So Octavia,” I began. “For how long are you staying here, in the Crystal Empire?” Straight and to the point. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long. My mind magic would make short work of her, but there were two reasons why that was a bad idea. The first is that someone would notice. They’d detect the dark magic and no matter how skillful I was, Celestia or a trained mage could still spot it. It’s why I sent that foolhardy hotel owner to a less populated place until it wore off.
The second is that some ponies can withstand it to an extent. That’s the say, only if they have a strong will. I could tell by looking into her eyes, using mind magic on her would be too much of a hassle. Well, at least at my current power level.
“A week,” she answered, delicately wiping her luscious lips with a hoofkerchief. Those pouty lips that looked so smooth and so welcoming. Such lips a poet could get lost in thought about. Those lips…. Accursed new body. This isn’t the time for mating. I had an empire to rebuild. “We have a few clients to meet elsewhere and my cousin wishes for me to host one of her parties.”
I quirked an eyebrow at the frustration I heard in her voice, “You don’t like your cousin?”
“I love her with all my heart,” Octavia said. “But that mare can be a pink tornado of destruction when she puts her mind to it.”
I would make sure to avoid this pink tornado. She sounds like a worthy adversary. Perhaps once I have best the elements, I shall put her ‘tornado’ powers to the test. Our battle shall be legendary. Sombra, destroyer of tornadoes!
“FOCUS!” My mother screamed in my head, causing me to wince. Seeing Octavia’s concerned look, I held up a hoof. “Just a headache. I get them a lot.”
“Perhaps you should let a doctor take a look at you,” she frowned. “Just to be safe.”
I shook my head, “No thank you. It’s alright. Let’s just say, I’ve lived a hard life. This is the least of my worries.”
Octavia nodded, “True. Equestria isn’t always sunshine and rainbows like everyone believes it to be. However, I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.” She gave a smile as she looked out the window. “Hopefully, the Crystal ponies will be just as content as we are soon enough.”
I almost snorted. Crystal ponies were never content. They always wanted more. They always dug further then they should have. Crystal ponies are greedy, heartless fellows that should be left alone. I didn’t tell Octavia this, however. Perhaps she’ll learn soon enough. “Maybe. It’s certainly an interesting place, but not as interesting as…” I tapped my chin in thought. “Where are the Elements living again?”
“Ponyville,” Octavia answered. “And trust me, there is no place stranger than that town. I should know. Ever since my cousin trashed the last Grand Galloping Gala, I’ve had to live there for a while. Canterlot was a little… haywire after that travesty.”
Truly, I can’t wait to meet this pink monster mare. “Well I know you’ve been keeping yourself well and that’s the important thing.”
She chuckled, “Yes. If you don’t have your health, you don’t have anything. That’s what my father always told me.”
“Your father sounds rather wise,” I smiled. “I’d like to meet him one day.”
“Trust me,” Octavia shook her head. “No you don’t.”
I shrugged, “Very well then. How about Ponyville?”
Octavia tapped her chin, “If you really want to come to Ponyville, I can’t see why you can’t join us on our own trip.”
I grinned, “Excellent.” Foolish mare. You’re playing right into my hooves. Now there is nothing that can stop my conquest. Nothing!.... Huh, nothing happened. Usually when I go along this line of thinking, something happens to me. Perhaps my luck is changing. Perhaps the curvaceous form before me was ripe for the……
Ah yes, I remember one of the nuisances about having a pulse. This would be so much easier if I was in my natural form. Now I have to keep this primitive libido in check. Of course I do. This is just how it always goes, isn’t it? It’s just like with Radiant when kept throwing her hips around in my face and….. No, I will not think of that mare. Never, ever again.
“Somber?” Octavia broke my train of thought. “Is something troubling you? Are your headaches getting worse?”
I quickly shook my head. These foolish mortal emotions are getting in the way of my mission. “Absolutely not. I’m just a little tired is all. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “If you wish, I can leave you be.”
I shook my head again. “That won’t be necessary. I was rather hoping we could explore the empire together, since we’re both new here. A mutual sense of discovery might showcase a few hidden treasures.”
Octavia nodded, “You’re quite right. Shall we be off then?”
“Let’s,” I grinned. My hate would get me through this. If I could concentrate on that, everything else won’t bother me. I just need to hold out a couple more weeks and the Element bearers will be mine.
My wicked laughter filled the room as my plan coming into effect. Everything was going into place perfectly. It was just so brilliant that I couldn’t help but jump in glee. “Yes, Yes, yes, yes!”
My hunk of a husband just stared at me, “Umm, Cadance? What’s got you so giddy?”
I stopped before him and giggled, “My little brother Blueblood is coming over.”
Shining groaned, “Great.” I never understood why my Shiny couldn’t get along with Bluey. Bluey was the most well spoken, likable stallion outside of Shining himself. They were just so alike. Hmm, perhaps that’s the reason. I’d fix that later.
“Now Shining Armor,” I gave him a stern gaze. “I want you two to get along.”
“Yes ma’am,” he grunted.
“Oh don’t be so down in the dumps,” I gave him a quick peck on the lips, which made him smile like it always did. “You still have me and Twilight who, by the way, is also coming over.”
“Twiley’s coming over?” He beamed, before narrowing his eyes. “Wait a moment. Both Blueblood AND Twilight are coming over? At the same time?”
My eyes shifted away from him as I gave him a cute ‘I don’t know what you are implying’ face. “Of course.”
“You’re up to something, aren’t you?” Shining deadpanned. “What have I told you about shipping my sister?”
“She needs someone more than most,” I answered, jabbing my hoof out dramatically. “Can’t you see it?”
“No,” he answered.
“Why are we married again?” I sat down, crossed my forehooves, and pouted. He could be a real stuck in the mud sometimes.
Shining, my oh so adorable but infuriating Shining, chuckled and kissed my cheek. “You know why.” He whispered into my ear. “Several reasons why in fact.”
I blushed. Even now, he could make my heart flutter. “Oh stop it.”
“But seriously,” Shining snorted as he back away. “Blueblood and Twilight are never going to be a thing.”
I narrowed my eyes. Challenge accepted. It was going to be a thing, even if I dragged this empire down with me.
My plan was going better than I could have hoped. I could tell Octavia was warming up to me. We rarely went a day without seeing each other and she eagerly wanted to go out once more. This was perfect. She thinks I’m her friend. HA! One day I’ll prove how naive that train of thought was. Until then, I shall be her friend. Ugh, that word felt bitter to even think. Me, Sombra, King of Shadows, befriending a commoner.
The evening was just beginning and nothing much happened. For the best, really. I didn’t feel like dealing with foalish crystal idiots longer then I needed too. Their grating smiles would soon be gone and they’d finally be put to good use. No longer shall they imprison my people and live their putrid lives by hiding behind Equestria’s rump. They will know the folly of their ways, so says I, the rightful king of this land.
I wasn’t a king now, however. So that meant I had to deal with whatever life threw my way and not order them or it to be executed.
“So,” Octavia began. Our trip around the Empire hadn’t been the most talkative. That was fine with me. The less we talked, the less information I had to create. The less she had to work with meant she would have a harder time figuring out I was lying to her. “You said you were a musician, correct?”
I blinked in confusion before catching myself, “A bard, yes.”
“I was hoping if you would come with me to the music shop,” Octavia spoke. “That way we could find an instrument that sings to you. One that will help you recapture your lost muse.”
The way she looked at me spoke volumes. If I didn’t go, she’d think I was avoiding the issue. She might not press now, but she could in the future. I was intelligent, but not infallible. Something could slip from my lips and my plan would be done for. “Very well, proceed.” I’ll just drain the knowledge from another pony or read a book quickly enough later.
Octavia smiled, “You’ll have your muse back in no time.”
I regret never learning an instrument now more than ever. The most I ever relied on was my own voice, but that was mostly because I wished to be rid of my accursed speech impediment as a child. I should have told her I just sang, but now I couldn’t. It’d just feel like an excuse. This is why I prefer to plan things out beforehoof.
“So,” Octavia hummed as she looked around. I have to say, she even has pleasant hums. Is she just incapable of producing nothing but song quality music from her lips? “Which is your preferred instrument, Somber?”
I was honestly confused by many of the instruments here. Many of them were Equestrian and they were so… strange? Ugly? I didn’t know what to think of many of them. My search was interrupted when a mare bumped into me. She didn’t really budge me and more so ended up on her rump. I was tempted to begrudge her for the act, but stopped when I saw who it was.
She was a simple Crystal pony. She was tan with a chestnut mane with a glowing light cutie mark. “Oh excuse me, I’m just a little absentminded today.”
I couldn’t speak. This was her: Chestnut Falls. The mare who cared for me, raised me. She was… one of the few who believed in me. Almost like a mother.
“Sombra,” a harsh headache smashed it’s way through my skull as she spoke. I did my best not to flinch. “Do not forget your mission. I cannot keep track of you all the time as the magic of this empire is taxing even to talk through it.”
“I remember,” and like that, she was gone again. Anger bubbled in my heart once more and I narrowed my eyes. “Perhaps you should be more careful in the future.” I held out a hoof. I needed to appear civil at least.
She grabbed it and was on her hooves in no time. She smiled, “So what brings you here.”
“A very persuasive friend.”
Leaning over my shoulder to look at Octavia, Chestnut giggled. “Ah, i see. Well I shant keep you from her. I just needed to pick up an instrument for… sentimental reasons.”
I frowned, “What sort?” I shouldn’t ask, but my curiosity was getting the better of me.
“Oh just… ah-ha!” She chuckled as she walked over to a crystal flute. It was a little different then a Equestrian flute, being a little more bulky and made of crystal. “This is it. Oh my little boy used to hate playing this, but I thought he was doing such a good job.”
“Your boy?” I trotted over to her side and looked down to see her eyes growing misty. It hurt seeing her on the verge of tears, but my heart would not be swayed. She was nothing to me now. I had to tell myself that.
Chestnut sniffed, “Everypony hates him now. I know he did wrong, but…” She hugged the flute to herself. “He was still mine. Now he’s gone and it’s just been hard for me to move on.”
I looked down at the flute. I was being a fool. I shouldn’t consider this as an option. Yet, looking at her, I couldn’t help but take the flute in my magic. She looked up in surprise but said nothing as I sat down and started to play with my hooves like she had taught me. I closed my eyes as the music started. I knew it was off kilter and in no ways perfect, but I wasn’t awful with the crystal flute. I played a short diddy based around a small nursery rhyme of an ugly duckling. Nothing special as I didn’t want to play it for long.
The moment I stopped playing, Chestnut was looking up at me with a tinge of both shock and happiness. “My boy… that was the song he played the most.” She chuckled and wiped a hoof along her wet cheek. “Thank you.”
I nodded and hoofed over the flute, “I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”
“Oh, my Sombra was just the sweetest thing.” Chestnut chuckled as she held it tightly. “Of course he would. Thank you, for making this old mare smile again. I mean, really smile.” She moved closer and gave my cheek a kiss.
I blushed slightly. She knew kissing me in public was embarrassing. I mean, kissing him. It didn’t help that this new body acted strange around her as well. I know Chestnut is a pretty mare with a well rounded figure…. No, new brain, no. You will not.
As Chestnut trotted away with a cute skip in her step, Octavia came to my side. “What you did there was truly magnificent.”
“Tis nothing,” I shook my head. “My music was awful.”
“Not exactly,” Octavia shook her own head. “True, the notes were misplaced at times and you blew a little too hard. However, there was love put into each and everyone of them. Is she someone important to you?”
I was afraid of such questions, “Why do you say that?”
“How you inflected your words and your speech,” she explained. “It sounded as though you knew her.”
“She just reminds me of my own mother is all,” I shrugged and silently hoped she’d leave it be.
She simply smirked, “Blimey, I’d wager you had a thing for older mares.”
I blushed, “I do not.”
“Or maybe just mares with a taste of music,” she giggled. “I ponder how you might try and sway me like you did with her.”
“You are indeed very bold, Octavia.” I narrowed my eyes and huffed.
“A musician must be bold in her approach or else she will grow stagnant.” Octavia’s muzzle was inches from his as she softly spoke. “So I shall take that as a compliment, good sir.” With that she walked away and out of the store. “They appear to be out of Crystal Flutes. She bought the last one. Drat. Oh well, we’ll find one another time.”
I sighed in relief. At least she wouldn’t pester me about instruments now.
“Perhaps singing is your forte,” Octavia called back.
I sighed once more, this time in agitation. This plan was getting on my last nerves.
As a Blueblood, I am to always keep my composure. That meant I had to keep my tongue in cheek when talking with Shining Armor in front of Cadance. My big sister was a delight, but her taste in stallions was questionable. I would rather deal with Chrysalis then that buffon. Perhaps I am being a little too harsh on him, but he’s ruined my suit more times then I can count. Not to mention my mane and that is unforgivable.
I knocked on the royal chambers and waited. Without delay, they flew open and I was pulled into a bone-crushing hug. “Ooooh, Bluey~” Cadance giggled as she twirled me around. Pulling back, she smiled brightly. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.”
“I’m not the type to keep family waiting,” I cleared my throat.
“Of course you’re not,” Cadance booped my nose. “Shining’s in another part of the castle, so it’s just us two.” I sighed in relief, which she caught. “Play nice.”
“I’ll try,” I grit my teeth. It wasn’t going to end well. That barbarian put his hooves all over my sister like he owned her. He didn’t deserve to have my sister. Not one bit. I wouldn’t voice this. Cadance was adamant about her love and she seemed so happy. So I kept my mouth shut.
“That reminds me,” Cadance tapped her chin. “I invited somepony else. Who were they? Hmmmm.” She moved me slightly to the right and unfortunately, I didn’t see the big red ‘X’ until it was too late.
I felt somepony land right on top of me, ending with a butt on my muzzle. One whiff and I could tell it was a mare. “Cadance, hi. Sorry for dropping in like this, but I had to come as soon as possible. We really don’t get much time to spend together these days.”
….Twilight Sparkle was sitting on my face…. Best day or worst day ever? I didn’t know, but I was blushing like mad. My very crush was in such a position that I could feel… Oh dear, my blush got worse.
“OH!” Twilight flapped off of me and pulled me up. “Bluey, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to land on you.”
“Th-think nothing of it,” I gulped. I looked over at my sister who had a devious look on her face. She wanted Twilight’s butt on my face. “I-I’m glad to see you again.”
Twilight smiled which sent my heart soaring, “Same here. You’ve got to come by Ponyville soon. Don’t mind Rarity. She’s not upset with you anymore so it should be fine.”
I sighed in relief. Me and Miss Rarity had settled our differences, even going to the grand opening of a new airship together. That didn’t mean she wasn’t a little agitated with me still. She stepped on my hooves plenty of times that day.
Twilight hugged me, to which I couldn’t do anything about. She was hugging me. Twilight Sparkle. The mare I had crushed on since childhood. She hugged me often, but I didn’t know what to do. I just blushed like mad. She giggled, “You’re supposed to hug back silly.”
“Yes Blueblood,” Cadance’s grin grew. “Hug her. Hug her nice and tight~”
