Rescues, Death, And Rising
{Third POV}
In the frozen wasteland known as the New Crystal Empire. A ragtag team of ponies traveled into the kingdom. Princess Cadence welcomed them, as well as Twilight Sparkle.
“Greeting fellow rebels! I welcome you to our sanctuary.” The pink alicorn smiled.
The assumed leader of the team stepped forward, and bowed, “Your highness. We come from Canterlot in need of aid. We might have… overestimated ourselves…”
Twilight’s brow furrowed, “What does that mean?”
The leader signaled for his men to bring a cage covered in a tan drapes. The men pulled it off, revealing an orange filly cowering in the corner.
Twilight glared, “You IDIOTS!!!!!!” She backed away, “He’ll come after her! We’re all dead!”
The leader chuckled, “He doesn't even know the Empire exists! We’re safe.”
Twilight glared, “They can sense each other!”
The leader rolled his eyes, “Yes, but we put a magic damper in the cage.”
“ITS NOT MAGIC!!!” Twilight screamed.
Just then, twenty-five droid dropships came into view. Twilight’s heart sank. She began to shake, while Cadence ran around the area shouting orders at near ponies. The team took the cage and ran off. Twilight snapped out of it, and gave chase.
Twilight shouted at them to stop, and after a minute, they rounded the corner and ducked into an alleyway.
They settled down and began panicking. Twilight stomped her way over to them, but stopped.
A golden bear walked around the other corner. Metal claws scraping each other. The team screamed in surprise, and the bear jumped them, emitting a high pitched scream as it tore the ponies apart. It bit, clawed, and pulled at the ponies. The gore was almost too much to handle.
Twilight turned and stumbled away. If she ran, she’d rist throwing up, or pass out. The dropships landed, spreading droids left and right. Somehow, Twilight found herself in the cold blizzard she never saw.
She heard somepony behind her. Twilight spun around to see the leader of that stupid team. His left arm was missing, and his eye had been pulled out.
A knife was in his magical grasp. He glared at Twilight, “It wasn’t the brat who brought the dark one here! It was you!” Before Twilight could respond, he threw the knife at her.
Unfortunately, due to surprise and tramma, the blade hit its mark. Through her neck.
He fell over, dying. Twilight didn’t care about that, as she fell on her side, flailing her hooves to get the knife out.
She failed. She failed Cadence, Shining Armor, Rarity, Fluttershy, even her friends that joined Folteren… But most important, she failed her son, Spike.
‘I’ll never get to tell him how much he means to me… My baby...’
Twilight didn’t die instantly. No, she died slowly and painfully.
Folteren sighed happily. First and most important, Scoots was safe. Second, he found that annoying Cadence who had been a threat. He crushed some rebels, and found a new castle. Canterlot was boring him with its pretty sun design. This was a true Empire.
The Dark Lord of the Sith was sat in a command ship overlooking the battle. He hoped he could capture the remaining Elements of Harmony without hurting them too much. Pinkie, AJ, and Dash would be devastated, and their performance dwindle...
Plus, the first two were family, and the later was Scoots’s idol/sister. And until recently, her only family.
Look at him, the laughing stalk of all villains… Wait, no. He wasn’t the villain! He was the hero they never knew they needed. Celestia was a tyrant in disguise! I would rule with the sith way: Freedom!
He was a father of three, how could he be bad? Bastila’s misguided, and so are the Elements. Cadence was a loyalist to the end, and those fools would be dealt with.
Folteren heard the door behind him slide open, and he turned to see a bloody Golden Freddy. The Sith nearly jumped out of his skin. It was worse than the real Freddy. The tall Plushie set down an orange Pegasus filly who seemed to be sleeping.
Darth Folteren, dark lord of the Sith(or whatever the Sith were), looked at the child with pity and concern.
“Goldie, bring her to her room. I need to finish some things here and leave Shadow in charge.” I ordered. The golden bear rolled its eyes and picked Folteren’s daughter up, and started to walk away, but stopped.
“More… Time…” It spoke in its synthetic voice.
The golden guardian had gained intelligence during Scootaloo’s absence, which was about two months ago. It learned to talk, though labored, it made itself clear. It’s new personality was a bit rude, but enjoys the flightless filly more than anything.
Folteren sighed. “I know I need to spend more time with her. After this, I’ll do that and maybe Lulu too. I need to spend that time, it’s not like we’re immortal…” A sudden sorrow filled Folteren, and Goldie sensed it. Folteren gestured for the robot to leave, which it did.
Folteren felt liquid run down his cheeks. “It’s not like their immortal... But I am…”
Inside the mountain overlooking the New Crystal Empire, was a tomb. A tomb for someone who was wronged by the princess of the sun. A tomb for someone who never had a choice. Time had forgotten her name, yet those who guarded the tomb called her Shea. In ancient Equestrian, it meant wronged.
At the entrance, a orb of water floated into the catacombs. It glowed in the darkness, and reflected off the walls. It continued for a minute, until it found a stone coffin. It glowed brighter, and the top of it was removed to reveal a slender, humanoid skeleton.
The orb turned black, and raptured the old bones. The liquid turned to organs, nerves, and finally, flesh. Purple skin, pink hair, and pointed ears. Her eyes opened to reveal two, glowing blue orbs… and she was naked.
She screamed in surprise, and a deep male voice echoed through her head.
“Clare Silver, Displaced of Earth, Queen of the Damned, and Lich Sorceress.”
Clare shivered, wasn’t she dead?
The voice continued, “Rise.”