It wasn’t long before the creatures found her and attacked. She held her own, using her magic to fight them off. Unfortunately, one of the creatures got a hold of the thick coat Rarity had made to keep them warm and ripped it from her. The force sent her backwards onto a sheet of ice and the princess fell, her head hitting the ice with a resounding thud.
Now defenseless against the creatures and the freezing air, Twilight lay unconscious to meet her doom.
As the creatures moved in to finish her off, a thick cloud of dark smoke enveloped the area, and a deep snarl shook the area. A dark figure jumped from the cloud and landed between Twilight and the creatures, the ice cracking from the force. Deep scarlet eyes glowed dangerously, and within seconds, the creatures were vaporized, their ashes mixing with the swirling snow.
Sombra looked behind him at the girl who lay motionless, her body pale as her temperature dropped. He knew this girl. Remembered the familiar pull of her magic. Yes, she was the one. The only one who had managed to get past all of his well thought out traps. She was even able to escape his power to break one’s mind with their worst fears.
Thanks to her, he was now the King of no where.
It had taken years for him to gather his shattered pieces together, and yet his true power had not returned. He narrowed his eyes and sneered. He should leave her here to die. She should pay for the humiliation she brought on him!
And yet…
Sombra kneeled down beside her and brushed her hair away to study her face. Perhaps, he wondered, he might find a better use for her. He had witnessed her immense power, had felt it’s familiar pull. She might be the key to unlocking his true potential. But now was not the time, he was still far too weak to put a plan into motion. She would be useless to him if she were to die here.
Making a decision, the King moved his arms under her and pulled her up off the ground. He carried her to the outskirts of the Crystal Empire, making sure not to get too close to it’s barrier. He looked down at the princess once more before leaving her to soon be found and rescued by her companions.
Soon, he thought…we shall meet again.
I’m sure he is
is he not wearing pants?
just curious
I wanna call it that, but it isn’t until the artist declares otherwise.
I’d like to see more