We come into a gothic and futuristic world with neon lights, large castles, and huge gargoyle statues everywhere. Lightning flashes and bells ring, the citizens of Riatesque come out of their homes to start the night a new. Smiling at the beautiful night sky with a friendly gleam of the moon. Princess Luna of the Chanterlot District flies through the clouds with mane glistening.
 
“Citizens of Riatesque! I bid every-pony a welcome to yet another safe night.” As Luna announced.
 
Her bodyguards salute as she lands down but, in the distance lies a pony that shall not be named at the peak of the Clydesdale Mountains. With a bitter look as this mare looks through her magic window.
 
“Same old nonsense and she has the nerve to get all of your undivided attention! Puh! Who needs her? You’re a far superior hero than that lun-atic! She was Nightmare Moon and can’t be trusted. Yet all of them pander to her like drones, the imbeciles!” said a distorted voice.
 
“Shut UP! Luna of this world didn’t plunge us into two thousand years of darkness. She isn’t Luna of Equestria, hell, I trust even her more than Solomare. At least Nightmare Moon didn’t try to kill us!” as this mare yells to herself.
 
The mare looks at her computer screen reading headlines. Dark Mare of The North Haunts Riatesque, Evil Mare Sightings, The Doomer of Doom’s Peak, etc. She looks in outrage as her smoky mane turns fiery at the thought of being a villain.
 
“I can’t believe these stereotyping heathens of Tartarus scum! Those naysayer shall be sent to my gallows and racked! I hope you all roll down a hill in a porcupine barrel, jerks! I wouldn’t even get emotionally compromised at your wake and jar all of your essence up and display them in my lavatory.” She slams her hooves on the table and the fire grows.
 
There’s a knock on her castle doors and she teleports to the source of the noise. She sighs, blowing off the fire, and calms down. She sees a mail stallion through the looking glass and opens the gate. Her mane chokes out the lights of her modern-dark age style castle hallway.
 
“Letters for you Miss…Blackthorn.” As lightning crashes.
 
“Thank you kind sir for being brave enough to visit me.” She said with a smile bearing her pointy teeth.
 
The mail stallion gulps and runs away after giving the notes to Blackthorn.
 
“Don’t kill me!” yelled the stallion and he flies away.
 
“Wait, I won’t kill you. Please don’t go. Hmmph, why does every-pony run away from me? This superstition needs to die!” with clear tears coming from her eyes.
 
She closes the door and ports back to her emblem armory. She opens a Hearth’s Warming card while lounging on her large tornado tail.
 
“Dear Blackthorn, we all miss you and hope for your return. We are fighting hard to snuff out this mean superstition of yours. The Gothic Six needs you and we know you don’t want to share the stage with us but, the fact of the matter is that we don’t whose causing this disdain against you.
 
I hope you’re somewhere safe and I hope Comet is okay. I hope you are okay dear, I made a dress that will look divine on you. Will you just come out from where ever you are? I miss my super speedy Goth flyer friend. I hope you’re A-Okay sugar-cube. When you return we’ll have a big party and all the cake you can eat! As the new princess of Equestria, I hope you return because I like to learn more of your world’s history.
 
The princess of the night misses her fellow creature of the night. I will also like to learn more about you Miss Blackthorn, you seem to be a great ally for all of us here in Equestria, and don’t be afraid of who you are.
 
Love and regards,
The Gothic Six, Mane Six, Luna, and Celestia of Equestria.” The card reads as Blackthorn sheds black happy tears.
 
“I’m happy there are still ponies that remember the real me. Fluttershy says ‘hello’ Comet.” Comet flies down and smiles.
 
Blackthorn opens the other letter.
 
“Bah! Junk mail.” She tears it.
 
She continues looking out her window and sees the Gothic Six fight another monster.
 
“Just look at them, risk their small lives all over again. Puh! You’re stronger than that.” Said the same distorted voice.
 
“I know. Just look at my trinkets I’ve acquired in my armory.” As she ports to the weapons section.
 
She looks at a broken horn, sparking blue and green.
 
“This is the horn of Queen Rementhia Sleep. A scurvy fear causing, love feeding spider, and her Aftershock army. I defeated them before they had a chance to touch Riatesque!”
 
“But no one notice it was you. They are blind lambs that pretend to be intelligent.”
 
Blackthorn’s outrage starts again as clear tears run down her face.
 
“I beseech thou these fillies and colts to an eternal realm of anguish and despair!” In her cryptic anger.
 
She walks out of a moving gold brick wall into her hallway with her shadow gazing with yellow eyes. She goes up to her daisy and her shadow turns the flower into a trifid. It snaps at the air.
 
“Oh I loathe this curse so.” She grumbled.
 
“Are you going to smoke out those six brats?”
 
“Never, why in all of Riatesque would I?” as the fire returns of her mane.
 
“They stole your glory that’s why.”
 
“I can’t it’ll break the hearts I sworn to protect and care for. Go away, you ‘Tarus fog of confusion!”
 
Her shadow looks with anger at her and drags her to her shooting range poofing six targets with the Gothic Six’s cutie marks on them.
 
“NO! I won’t, you can’t make me!” Blackthorn cried out.
 
Blackthorn’s shadow tries taking her over but, she fights back as her brick-red magic glows from her horn. She zaps the white walls but not hitting the targets.
 
“You’re a monster! I’m not the pony I once was! I had an epiphany after I defeated Sol! I didn’t want to follow completely by Gravendior’s rules and use my ascension as a tune-up! I’m not my idol!”
 
Her shadow stops and growls at her. Blackthorn calms down, powering down her magic, and looks at her shadow with glowing hollow eyes. Her shadow tucks its ears and runs behind her back to its original position.
 
“Now stay there!” She yelled with an echo.
 
She looks at the now blood red walls in her shooting range, scratches and holes from her magic, and sits with a somber look dreading the thought to open up to the six.
 
“Why must my past hold any relevance to now? I know I was mad at the world for my personal conundrums but that’s all changed now. I was given the Riatesquen Medal of Honor for banishing Sol to the sun for good. Yet this curse lingers like a wet toot from a wereskunk. All I ever wanted was a friend that didn’t mind my scariness and love of all things horror.” As black tears of sorrow flow out her eyes.
 
A whisper in the hallways echo and her ear perks up.
 
“Whose there and how did you get passed my defenses?”  She shouted.
 
A different shadow with glowing red eyes move towards her from behind and disappears. Blackthorn floats in the air with a bright brick-red aura ready to take on this anonymous creature. A head of a unicorn appears and laughs yet to disappear again. Blackthorn’s mane becomes fiery.
 
“Stop messing with me! Show yourself!”
 
The same laugh echoes the hallway out of the shooting range. A shadowy figure walks towards her bearing large bat-crow like wings. Its dark mane snakes the ground and hisses. Immediately before getting a few hoof-steps to Blackthorn, it drops down a void. Blackthorn eyes flare up and she goes to the void.
 
“Why won’t you fight me? Coward!” as her voice echoes in the void.
 
She gets pushed down the void by this creature. Blackthorn opens her wings and tries flying out but the hole closes. Enraged, zaps at the hole, and flies out.
 
“So it’s like that, huh?” she huffed.
 
The same head rushes at her zapping black and blue blobs of magic. Blackthorn’s aura deflect the beams. She zaps this anon pony and it connects to its side, it goes down. Blackthorn walks up to the thing and is aghast that she hit a scarecrow. She snorts and fumes spew out, as her rage deepens, and her eyes go completely white.
 
“Come out, you swine!” in a deep voice.
 
“Finally, now that’s the pony I’ll fight.” Said a voice
 
The anon pony strikes from behind but Blackthorn teleports evading it. Blackthorn ports back and hoof stomps this creature in the face, smacking side to side. She belts out a sinister howl that’s almost like laughing. She makes a boulder come out of thin air, shaping it like a giant mace ball, and with magical chain then swings it like a flail. The creature dodges.
 
“This is how to you get medieval.” She snarked.
 
The creature starts panicking.
 
“Okay Blackthorn, I didn’t think you’ll be this powerful?! Sweet Luna!” it uttered.
 
“How do you? KNOW. MY. NAME?!” as her eyes go solid black with glowing white auras.
 
“Don’tcha remember? Before the Sol incident? I was there mocking you for your insolence for authority. Vigilantly scum from the shadows coming to save the day like the rest of the society flank-kissers.”
 
Blackthorn smacks the creature giving it a shiner and snorts. She uses a spell with the aura glowing around the creature’s neck. Stone statues are in her eyes ready to seal the deal.
 
“I’m going to enjoy ending you!” as she poofs a jar.
 
“You’re the doppelganger mare that ruined me! Time for you to see Necronuis, Lastbreath!”
 
Blackthorn’s shadow tries taking her over in aid to Lastbreath. She drops the jar trying to fend off two monsters at once.
 
“STOP HELPING THIS COWARD!”
 
“Go, I can’t hold her off for long!”
 
Lastbreath snickers, cheating death, and teleports away. Blackthorn ports to her laboratory and finds a potion.
 
“This will get you off of me, Tears of Werehogs. Now you’ll feel my anguish and it’ll get rid of shadows!”
 
Her shadow ports to the shooting range.
 
“GET BACK HERE!” she put the potion down.
 
Her shadow waves its flank.
 
“I knew you were weak, that’s why no pony respects you. Not even deep down, Princess Luna!”
 
“I’M NOT WEAK!” She explodes.
 
A skull flies out of her roof with the eyes of her mansion glowing fire from the immensity of the spell that her horn sparked, even a slight crack. Blackthorn’s anger subsides but the aftermath leaves all the targets in ashes. Blackthorn looks at the ashes, mortified by her actions, and black tears roll down her face with ears tucked.
 
“Oh no. I’m a monster. I’m so sorry friends. I don’t know, it just….” She cries.
 
She takes the ashes into separate jars totally distraught by the thought of this happening for real. She places them on a shelf in her bedroom and lies down in her coffin-bed.
 
“What’s the point of changing? I’m feared by almost every-pony! I wanna go back when I was just an alchemist earth pony and slap myself for turning evil to begin with. I’m a horrible pony that deserves the title ‘The pony that shall not be named’.” She cries herself to sleep.
 
As Blackthorn drifts off into her Dream-world, she sulks underneath her favorite tree, a rare all black willow. On a small island where day and night are split in the middle. She kicks rocks into the pool around then poof an ornate design blanket, and lies down.
 
“I was the first earth pony alchemist to utilize its power and potential. It can rival unicorn and even alicorn magic, by defeating Solomare proved it so.” She grumbled.
 
She looks down at the pool seeing a reflection of her shadow with asterisk pupils, she swats the water. She pouts.
 
“Why couldn’t some-pony else get this curse? Why me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
 
The wind blows and her ears perk up. She hides her face in the ground growling in annoyance.
 
“Oh here comes the princess stuck on caps-lock.” She whispered to herself.
 
Princess Luna of Equestria senses she isn’t alone and flies towards the island.
 
“You need to learn mercy, guidance is what you need.”
 
Blackthorn ticked from the thought of getting help, her eyes glow like flames.
 
“I don’t need help. I’m perfectly fine and capable alone.” Her mane becomes fiery.
 
The water around bubbles and steams.
 
“Can you not flame-on for once?” questioned Luna.
 
“Only when ponies leave me alone! Iam aqua urantur!” The water around become flames.
 
Blackthorn shields herself with the walls of fire, ignoring Luna’s pleads. She shields the tree from the flames with her inside, sound proofing the outside world. Luna using her magic shields herself from the flames, flying safely, and ports to Blackthorn.
 
“You didn’t need the ignis barriers.” With a stern concerned look.
 
Blackthorn with her head in the ground sobbing, Luna places a gentle hoof around her, and she trembles.
 
“I sense more than one problem within you. You can’t let your anger define you.”
 
Blackthorn slowly raise her right hoof, changing the water back to its original state. She sits up and black tears are rolling from her eyes.
 
“No pony understands me. How can I make them understand when they don’t even listen?!” she cries more.
 
“Your world will eventually. All of us in Equestria know that, deep down, you’re a noble bat-pony. You saved us from Lastbreath.”
 
Blackthorn smiles and it slowly turns.
 
“I don’t know how she got away from the Under Realm.” Luna raises an eyebrow.
 
Luna partially changes into Nightmare Moon with anger soaring.
 
“What does this a cursive mare want now?! This callous heathen that defeated me wants more! Sweet myself, she can’t take a day off!” said Nightmare Moon disgruntled.
 
Luna returns and is very concerned.
 
“I don’t know if I can help you this time or my sister. I sense she’s gotten stronger than the last time.”
 
“I know. I have to think of something to defeat her, I can’t use the same method. It’s too predictable.”
 
Blackthorn poofs her star amulet and it flashes the whole map of Riatesque. A purple dot flashes on the map.
 
“There she is, at the corner of Mulberry Conduit and Beech Drive. Why is she going to Princess Amanita’s castle for?”
 
They both look quizzically.
 
As Lastbreath runs and limping towards Amanita’s castle. Amanita’s guard salute to Lastbreath as she bursts through the front doors.
 
“AMANITA! Where are you? We need to talk.” She screamed then coughs.
 
“Miss Breath, my loyal subject. What brings you here? Aren’t you supposed to be haunting Riatesque? Hmmm.” As Amanita rolls around her chair.
 
“You never said that I could die in this mission. I thought you made me invincible! Blackthorn almost had my essence if it weren’t for her shadow helping.”
 
Amanita’s eyes widen in shock, she runs off to her lab and brings down a spell-book. Lastbreath ports there.
 
“The doppelganger spell says that you’re a perfect copy of that monster Blackthorn. See.” As she shows the passage to Lastbreath.
 
Lastbreath reads the fine print and gives a blank stare to Amanita.
 
“You didn’t read the fine print of the spell. It says I’ll only be immortal if Blackthorn is but I can die. Meaning….”
 
“That she is an ascendant alicorn. Uh-oh.”
 
Lastbreath with big glowing blue eyes infuriated at Amanita sets her spell-books on fire while the walls start spiking. The walls slowly close in the lab, bottles breaking, and the ruckus alert the guards.
 
“Lastbreath, what are you doing?” said a guard.
 
She snorts fire, runs at him while turning into a big horn goat, and rams him on the side.
 
“Lastbreath stop! It also says if Blackthorn remains alive you do as well.” Shouted Amanita.
 
“If she were to die, then what?”
 
Amanita starts sweating with even more fear on her shoulders. Her guards try fending off Lastbreath and then flung off like flies.
 
“Then ummm…you see ugh…you’ll kind of individualize and stop listening to me.”
 
“I knew it you read the fine print! Stop listening to you would be a plus.”
 
Ten minutes earlier, Blackthorn writes down on a scroll in her lab.
 
“Dear to all my friends. I hope you are all fine and well. I miss you all and I’ll return as soon as the mocking stops. I can count on you girls to set thing straight. Love and regards, Blackthorn.” As she stamps it and poofs it outside to fly in the wind.
 
“They know deep down your just a ittle-bitty fledgling. You’re a coward!” her shadow mocks.
 
Blackthorn ignores her shadow and gathering ingredients for her newest potion.
 
“Red aconite, blue agnetworth, five black donia berries, dust of alicorn horn, tooth of a black dragon, and my secret powder concoction.” As she put the ingredients in a cauldron.
 
“What are you doing?” said her shadow.
 
“None of your business.”
 
Blackthorn stirs the pot and puffs smoke.
 
“Now it needs to stand for another four minutes. It needs to soak in moonlight to gather its energy once it puffs Necronius’ likeness it ready to be boiled a little more and my ultimate ingredient. Then it’s ready to be drank.”
 
Meanwhile, Lastbreath in her dungeon.
 
“Get me out of here! I’ll turn you to crystal versions of yourselves!!!”
 
She bucks the bars in anger. She calms down realizing her actions are getting her nowhere, lies down on her crossbones pillow. She grunts and they slowly turns into crying, she poofs a Blackthorn plushie.
 
“Blackthorn I wish I could say I’m sorry. I want to think for myself for once, I don’t hate you, and want to be free. I know what will work.”
 
Lastbreath closes her eyes and meditates. She channels into Blackthorn’s mind.
 
“Blackthorn listen to me.” Her eyes go solid black.
 
“Go away nave! How did you get in my head?”
 
“Is that Lastbreath? Hey, how are yo….” Blackthorn punches her shadow.
 
“Not now.” With a blank stare.
 
“Please listen, I know the way we can be split apart.” Blackthorn stops stirring her cauldron.
 
“Go on.”
 
“Amanita didn’t tell you that we are emotionally connected. If you die, it breaks the chain, and I stop respawning. Please I’m begging you, I want freedom.”
 
“Then let you run a-muck, how’s about no.” Blackthorn snidely.
 
“Oh sweet Luna, I hope you aren’t this stubborn.”
 
Blackthorn flares her nostrils and rolls her eyes.
 
“So what’s the catch?”
 
“There isn’t a catch I heard one of Amanita’s guards joking about mass mind control. Funny but messed up. Uh-oh she wants me to create another monster for the G6, gotta go.”
 
Blackthorn’s eyebrow raises and she calms down.
 
“This needs to cool before it can be tested.” She turns off the flames.
 
She heads off to her bedroom, with television on, and falling asleep.
 
“Luna it’s you, I’m sorry for the last time.”
 
“Don’t worry, Luna of Equestria told me and she forgives you.” Said Luna of Riatesque.
 
“You mentioned before my incident that I was close to being a bearer. Of what I may ask?”
 
“From the prophecy it states balance but that’s where the pages end. I’m certain that you’re the bearer.”
 
Blackthorn sighs.
 
“I’m not sure the prophecy elected me to be its next holder. I mean is we don’t know the whole picture.”
 
Luna ponders.
 
“Maybe there are clues hidden in your past that can give us an answer.”
 
“That’s a start.”
 
Luna and Blackthorn combine their magic then strike the pool. A gigantic water mirror floats up into the air as Blackthorn’s eyes glow white. A young grey and brown earth pony with a star necklace appear in the mirror.
 
“That’s me when I was a young mare.” Said Blackthorn to Luna.
 
“That was you? Wow Solomare knocked me out good that day.” Luna surprised.
 
They look at the event unfold. The sun beats down on Riatesque, fire everywhere, and a shadow cackling in the distance.
 
“Now, citizens of Riatesque will understand that the light of the sun is a force for good. Not the moon or night! Muahahaha.” Said Solomare.
 
The citizens of Riatesque run to the Diamond Empire seeking coolness from the searing heat.
 
“Why is Celestia acting this way?” said Shining Armor.
 
“Prince, we have found Luna.” Said one of the lunar guards.
 
“Princess Luna!” said the Gothic Five as they run to her.
 
The Five all help Luna to her hooves, she struggles, and goes down.
 
“Find a pony with strong magic. I can’t believe Gaia’s decision was to let the earth rest now but I understand, it prevents an extreme like what my fare sister is doing now.” Luna poofs’ gauze.
 
“Luna, we found Twilight too.” Said the Chanterlot guards, all holding Twilight.
 
“Twily! No, I can’t believe it, hang in there sis.”
 
Shining Armor hugs Twilight with tears in his eyes. He runs and kisses Cadence.
 
“Keep that shield up, I’ll have to find the strongest alchemists here.”
 
“Whatever you don’t find Sol!”
 
“I won’t.” as he ports outside.
 
Shining Armor runs to diamond guards.
 
“Find all the alchemist you can. We need all what we can to face this new monster.”
 
“YES SIR!” the guards fan out.
 
A dark swarm of changelings and stomping Aftershocks join in the fight.
 
“Kill Sol!” chanted by both parties.
 
Sol looks at them with a grin and poofs a giant glowing electric lamp. The changelings fly towards the thing, they all fall.
 
“That was shocking.” Said Queen Chrysalis.
 
“Now to get rid of the arachnid troops.” As Sol zaps the Aftershocks.
 
The Aftershocks become infatuated by the changelings diverting their attention to them, the changelings panic. One of the unicorn diamond guards notice a grey earth pony with a necklace.
 
“You there with the necklace. Are you an alchemist?”
 
“Well, yes.” She is hoisted by the guard’s magic.
 
She’s placed on line with other top notch alchemist. As the day wears on Twilight wakes from her coma.
 
“Yay, you’re awake. We were all worry.” Said Cadence.
 
“Did my brother find an earth pony with a star necklace?”
 
“Why do you ask?” Cadence questioning.
 
“I had a premonition, it was like she was speaking to me.”
 
“Who?” said the Gothic Five.
 
“Willow Beaufort Blackthorn. She was like connected to a stronger force than even Celestia or Luna, like a mimzy. Speaker for the dead.” Twilight slightly strained.
 
“You need more rest, I’ll tell him.” As Cadence ports to the alchemist line.
 
“Shinny, we need a pony named Blackthorn.”
 
“Speaking.” Said the grey mare.
 
“Do you have what it takes? Solomare is very powerful.” Said Cadence with concern.
 
Blackthorn rub her star necklace and it glows, her mane starts floating like smoke. A lightning bolt flashes and a scream is heard.
 
“Now to witness this bad girl myself.” She giggles.
 
“Where the hell did that bolt come from? OW my wing!” screamed Sol.
 
Blackthorn with a grin and it becomes a frown once she sees the alicorn she has to face.
 
“Well horse manure. This is going to be a challenge.”
 
“Are you responsible for my wing hurting?!” Sol snorted.
 
“Yes, yes I am. Surprised it came from an earth pony.” With a smug grin.
 
Sol zaps her and misses while Blackthorn strikes another bolt at her other wing. The spark jets off her, then zaps with another spell.
 
“Ugh, I can’t move my legs, what are you?” as Sol starts panicking.
 
“A villain’s worst nightmare. I always wanted to say that.” Blackthorn rubbing her hooves.
 
Her hooves glows as well as her body and eyes a bright white. An ethereal copy of herself sprouts from her, it charges at Sol and cracking her neck crest, and a large rainbow aura surrounds both of them.
 
“You let your petty anger get the best of you. You let your anger define you, now pay the consequence. The earth needs its night period to rest but you just endangered the lives of Riatesque. Your punishment is exile from this planet, you will now live on the very thing you care for!” Blackthorn unleashes a large dragon of energy.
 
“You can’t! The relief of evil spell can only be conjured by an alicorn!” Sol completely awestruck.
 
Blackthorn grins as the dragon whisks away Sol but, Sol as her final hurrah, hurls a black blob of magic down Blackthorn. It connects.
 
“NO! It’s a curse. The shadow of oneself! Sol I’ll end you one of these days!” Blackthorn goes down.
 
The power of the spell restores the universe but soon then Blackthorn disappears.
 
“Where am I?”
 
Snarling and hissing surround her as midnight purple magic engulfs her. She grows taller, sprouting large two toned wings, a curved horn, darkening tone coat, and her mane and tail become tornado like structures. Her horn snaps back, she screams, and her star necklace fades into her. Her eyes become asterisks then fade into a bat-like eyes, with purple sceleras, and glowing green. The transformation end with her horn sparking brick-red magic with black and white shimmer.
 
She wakes-up in the Diamond infirmary surrounded by shocked faces.
 
“Hi Twilight.”
 
“Blackthorn is that you?” Twilight surprised at how Blackthorn looks.
 
“More than positive.” As she grins bearing pointy teeth.
 
The Gothic Six, Cadence, Shining Armor, and Luna all group hug Blackthorn. She smiles as a black happy tear rolls down.
 
“You cheated death by facing my darkened sister Sol aka Celestia of Riatesque. We all bid you a medal of honor for your heroism, Willow Blackthorn!” as Blackthorn travels by tornado.
 
She clears the skies and floats to her pedestal.
 
“I’m greatly honored to help protect every-pony of Riatesque. As the new alicorn, I made it now my duty to help stopping all threats to Riatesque here on out.” The crowd cheer.
 
Meanwhile in Ponyville, an earth pony and unicorn converse in front of Golden Leaf tea house. As the unicorn brings her barley ice tea to her mouth a shadow breezes past. This shadow makes its way to Banderlog’s Antiques and Oddities store with the doors opening with dark blue-black blobs of magic. The shadow locks the doors and other means of escape as the shop owner comes from a back room.
 
“Hello and welcome to my shop. What are you looking for?” said Mr. Banderlog flapping his wings.
 
The shadow points out the golden cube with ornate design.
 
“Oh you seek the cube of Transgression. It was held by the most powerful evil pegasus of Riatesque Will’O Wisp but this relic isn’t for sale.”
 
He is presented from the shadow a large sum of Riatesquen doubloons from its duffle-bag.
 
“I’m not selling this artifact. How do I know you won’t use it for some nefarious what-not?” skeptical about this shadow’s intentions.
 
“I want it now!” said contemptuously by the figure.
 
The lights fade when the figure lowers its hood, choking it with its dark smog-like smoke from its mane. Large piercing purple eyes look down the store owner. Mr. Banderlog in fear activates his silent alarm to the police. The shadow screeches and Banderlog screams as dark tendrils engulf him. The shadow leaves with the cube and shop owner frozen in a crimson covered glass statue as the lights return to normal.
 
As the police show up, the shadow bashing the store in causing a fire. The police shoot at this figure with their magic, no reaction from this monster. Princess Amanita flies over to help but this fiend has slipped past. She extinguishes the fire but to her horror sees the shop owner in glass.
 
“No, no! It can’t be. Lastbreath, it can’t be. It has to be some disturbed copycat out there.” Amanita trying to reassure herself.
 
“Lastbreath? Who is that, fare princess? I hope I’m not intruding.” said Chief Old-glory.
 
“Lastbreath is the most dangerous alicorn I’ve ever faced. She even challenged Nightmare Moon, another foe of mine. She’s absolutely insane with eyes colder than ice with an equally cold heart too. I fear she’s gotten more powerful than the last time.”
 
“Don’t worry princess you can count on us when you need assistance.” Old-glory reassuring.
 
Princess Amanita sighs knowing the worst is just to come. Lastbreath slinks into the Diamond Empire finding her way to the portal of Equestria. Once there she is halted by the diamond guards with spears pointed, she smirks smugly and moves a spear away.
 
“Oh all of you are quite the fillies but unfortunately, I never go quietly!” Scoffed with a sickly glee.
 
She leaves the guards writhing in agony, battered and beaten without a scratch on her. She smiles looking at the portal, stepping in like nothing ever happened.
 
“Sombra will rise again and this time he will never die!”
 
She looks at all the ponies with a grin and changes herself to look like Princess Celestia. Flying in a mock chariot to Chanterlot, she is greeted by the royal guards. They salute to her, she smiles and continues into the castle.
 
“Celestia’s working late this night, eh?” said one guard.
 
The guards chuckle and walk away. Lastbreath goes to Celestia’s room and sees her sleeping soundly. With a devilish smile she fires upon her sending her in limbo. The guards run to her room but are baffled seeing her still sleeping, embarrassed they walk away slowly. Lastbreath opens one eye and laughs herself to sleep.
 
The next day rolls in but there is something strange, Celestia is absent from rising the sun. Twilight concerned flies to Chanterlot castle to find Celestia. Upon entering the castle the doors creaking then come to a close.
 
“Princess Celestia? Where are you? It’s so dark in here, let me turn on a light.” As her voice echoes.
 
When Twilight’s horn lights up she is confronted by a big red eye. She’s frozen but snaps out of it and takes on this beast. The commotion alerts the rest of the six and guards, they rush over trying as they could to pry the doors free. The door gains sentience and moves to the ceiling billowing laughter. Twilight’s crown is then spat out by the door, missing its gemstone as four purple feathers fall gently in the breeze.
 
As holograms shine throughout Equestria as Celestia’s face sputters and corrects into position. She smiles with impending coldness in her pupils.
 
“I regret to inform you all that a great evil has ended one of our beloved alicorns. Her name was Twilight Sparkle, the best student from my academy. May she rest with a moment of silence.” As she hangs her head down.
 
Blackthorn sensing something very wrong, she tries waking herself up from her two day slumber.
 
“There’s something very wrong Luna, I feel it in my gut. No, not her again. She’s back and in full force, no, that poor shop pony. Your sister from the Equestrian dimension is in trouble.” In a panic state.
 
“How do you know that? I may ask, I’m just curious at these events unfolding.” said Luna sarcastically questioning and genuinely perplexed.
 
“When I locked myself in my mansion prison-cell it was because of her. She started tormenting me for years…”
 
Blackthorn pokes the lake and it shows a mob throwing food at her. Scared and heartbroken, crying as she runs off to the Clydesdale Mountains outside of the Diamond Empire. She looks up into the wintry sky and strikes a forbidden spell making a mansion appear from out of thin air. As a black tear rolls and freezes down her face, she steps into her newly made home-prison.
 
“I’m not a villain! Leave me alone! I saved you all from evil Celestia and I was just an earth pony! How dare you all! I wish you all burn in the name of Tartarus you bunch of jerks!” Emotionally spent, as she sobs through her hallway to her new bedroom.
 
Blackthorn as she walks to the bedroom she starts making her mansion slowly disappear with her inside. She sits on a pillow still tears running down her face.
 
“Now no pony can say I’ve done anything wrong FOREVER! Now to stop them from ever saying ‘I’m a villain’ banters by letting myself disappear for as long as possible. Who is this Lastbreath pony? I don’t even know her, yet they say I’m her. If they believe that, then what am I becoming?”
 
The last little voice of the mountains go silent. Blackthorn and her mansion vanish.
 
“Why didn’t you ask for help?” puzzled by this said Luna.
 
“I’m getting to that my memory isn’t so great but Lastbreath will always stick out. For years in incarceration, I pondered. Who is this Lastbreath? I wanted answers, then she came. I was looking in a mirror and I saw my eyes were crosses, like I was always angry with everything in sight. I didn’t get help because I knew no pony that had the magic that could contain this monster, let alone get rid of her, so I took it upon myself to do that.” Blackthorn explains.
 
Blackthorn in her laboratory mixing a concoction of herbs and spices together making a very powerful elixir. A puff of smoke and skull appears, hesitant and a bit scared, she downs the potion labelled Necronius juice. She gags and passes out into a spooky and strange world. She is greeted by this muscular and tall black and lime green fire riddled stallion with a scary-faced neck crest, stone walled in fear as she awakes by his sheer size she couldn’t speak.
 
“Hello and welcome to the under realm. I’m Nightmare, the under realm tour guide. You are?” said the raspy stallion.
 
No answer.
 
“It’s okay, don’t be shy. You’re safe here.”
 
“I…I’m…Blackthorn and you’re so tall…eep.” Shaken in fear.
 
The two eventually walk off into Thestral City as skeltonies fly pass. Blackthorn looking at the sights as she warms up to this alien looking place.
 
“Welcome to Thestral city newbie!” said this high pitch gravelly voice.
 
Blackthorn runs and hides behind Nightmare’s left leg.
 
“It’s okay, it’s just my friend Plasm Spector. You can come out from my leg.”
 
She comes from his leg and sees this misty wisp waving at her.
 
“I’m so sorry I frightened you.”
 
Blackthorn nervously giggles and she walks up to this transparent mare with a lantern neck crest.
 
“What are you? No offense, just curious.”
 
“I’m a ghost. Like the see through parts of me wasn’t a dead giveaway.” Plasm snickers realizing she made a joke.
 
The three walk down Skullington Street to a very large building. Blackthorn awestruck by the immensity of the strange citizenry of the Under Realm.
 
“Those are the cylops, they can get pretty nasty and rude.” said Plasm.
 
“I hearded that!” said one of the cylops before as his shoes get tied by a devil.
 
The cylops goes after Plasm then trips and falls on a tofu dog stand, the little devil points and laughs.
 
“Phobo! What did I tell you about letting other ponies hog all the tofu dogs.” said his mother.
 
“I’m sorry for my son, he can get quite out of hoof sometimes.” As Phobo’s mother brushes off a tofu dog from Blackthorn’s mane.
 
“I can see that.” said Blackthorn mildly sarcastic.
 
“I’m so sorry I haven’t introduced myself, my name is Daemonia.” flustered and smiles.
 
Phobo flies up and lands on Blackthorn’s back.
 
“You have big wings for an alicorn. I’ve never seen two color wings before.” said curiously.
 
“At least it’s better than having rainbows or other ‘look-at-me’ colors.” said Blackthorn sarcastically and chuckles.
 
Phobo laughs and flies back to his mother as they both leave waving goodbye.  As the two fly away an explosion and screams are heard from the nearby casino. A green shadow creature runs away with a huge bag of money and other stolen property. Blackthorn’s instincts kick in and she teleport in front of this robber.
 
“Where do you think you’re going?!” in a very deep and echoing voice.
 
The green mist shaking in sheer terror drops the bag and runs away. Blackthorn not willing for this mist to escape flies after it.
 
“I don’t let any baddie slip from me not even here.”
 
She flaps her wings rapidly, engulfing herself in her smoke-like mane and tail, becoming a whirling mass with glowing green eyes. She barrels down the mist in a dark alley. Trapped and nowhere to run and hide from the moving wall of air. The mist zaps her with its magic, she doesn’t flinch. The mist reveals himself of being a mischievous spirit.
 
“Don’t hurt me Lord Necronius!” shaking in fear and brought to tears.
 
“Lord Necronius? I’m not Lord Necronius.” Blackthorn confused.
 
“He’s de…dea…death! You sound and look similar to him, please don’t kill me again!”
 
“I wouldn’t. I would rough yo….” Blackthorn gets cut off by a loud crash of lightning.
 
“Anarith Wisp! See me in my quarters now!” said a deep voice.
 
Anarith gets engulfed by dark smoke and disappears. Blackthorn with eyes widen, shaking as her mind races, thinking she just heard her idol Lord Gravendior.
 
“Was that Lord Gravendior?! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can’t believe he runs the Under Realm.” Blackthorn excited at the though.
 
She flies back to Nightmare and Plasm. Both have a shocked and fear look on their faces as the rest of the citizenry look in awe.
 
“What’s wrong?” she questioned.
 
No answer as the citizenry slowly step back with terror in their eyes. Plasm hides behind Nightmare. Blackthorn concerned walks to him with even more confused look.
 
“What’s going on here?”
 
“Umm…I never knew you were one of them.” said nervously.
 
“One of what? I may ask.” Blackthorn raising an eyebrow.
 
“A reaper….” Nightmare said while tucking his ears back.
 
“Like grim reaper?”
 
Nightmare nodded yes. Blackthorn with both eyebrows raised and almost ready to run away, thinking she will have no friends because of her scariness. She sighs, knowing that running doesn’t do anything good. She walks to a nearby cider house with a frown. She orders blackberry punch and sits mid-air at the bar.
 
“Even here I’m just as scary if I were to be in Riatesque. My life was hopeless after all. Why can’t ponies understand that is what I love to do is cause fear to the ones who deserve it. I can’t change that part of me and I’m not going to conform to some popular way of living. This sort of manure makes me wonder if Lastbreath is a part of me that will make them conform to my way of life, no. I won’t bring myself down to it.”
 
Blackthorn sips her punch and pouts.
 
As Lastbreath raises her head, rising the sun in the process, she turns off the holograms across Equestria. She proceeds down the distorted hallway to the dungeons where the cries of Twilight are echoing.
 
“Can any-pony help me?! Some pony, any pony. Please, for the love of….” Twilight gets cut off.
 
“Celestia? That coward whom was defeated by a mangy fly. Why put faith in her when she sends you to do her dirty work? Sounds like a dishonorable leader to me.” Said Lastbreath with cold stare at Twilight.
 
“She isn’t dishonorable. She stood up to Chrysalis to protect us!”
 
“Yeah, you were the only one to know that Cadence wasn’t herself. Speaking of that let me change that very scenario. You’re going to love it.” With a smirk.
 
“Wait! No!” As she waves her hooves side to side.
 
Lastbreath teleports a crystal ball showing that day at Cadence’s wedding. Her horn lights up dark green, forcing past Twilight to ignore the commotion in the room where Shining Armor and Cadence were in. At the day of the wedding, wielding her magic, teleports Twilight away from the real Cadence to the Tartarus region of Equestria far away from any civilization. She giggles and powers down her magic.
 
Twilight awestruck knowing she failed in rescuing her foal-sitter, she sits with big puffy eyes. Lastbreath moves the curtains showing nothing really changed.
 
“And at that day. Every-pony rejoiced in the heroic power of Princess Luna! How marvelous isn’t it. Oh and your alicorn status has been voided. Say bye-bye to those stupid wings.”
 
She zaps Twilight dissolving her wings into a soupy goo. She laughs while she engulfs herself in a black smog, she disappears. The dungeon gate opens as her shackles disappear.
 
“Go to the Tartarus region and never return. If you do, I will end you for real this time.” Lastbreath’s voice echoing.
 
Lastbreath emerging from the smog, sitting upon Celestia’s throne, leans back and smiles at her new gemstone. She tosses it in the air and shoots a black shadow creature, as the pink-purple star bleeds into a dark hue, she brings the cube of transgression together with it. A bright flash and whirling cyclone of fire, the castle changes becoming black and fire-red, and a smoldering winged creature emerges.
 
“At last I’m freed from my prison! Lastbreath I presume.” Yelled the dark voice black alicorn.
 
“Yes, Sorry Sight, I can’t believe it’s you. I bet you want to take back your world.”
 
Sorry Sight cracks his neck and flaps his wings.
 
“More than ever!”
 
Lastbreath opens the hallway doors.
 
“Proceed.”
 
Sorry Sight flies out of the castle with lightning speed as the doors close. Lastbreath lowers the sun and walks to Celestia’s bedroom as screams are heard in the distance.
 
“Goodnight Ms. Breath.” Said a zombified guard saluting to her with spittle running down his mouth.
 
She enters the room, with a dark black-hole whirling on the ceiling. She zaps it, sending a bolt of grey magic all the way to where another vortex to where Blackthorn sleeps, and it shocks her.
 
“Now, as long as you stay in your little hibernation. I’m free to do whatever the hell I want without you spreading manure to my antics. You are nothing without me.”
 
Lastbreath lies-down and sleeps.
 
Nightmare and Plasm walk into the cider house to where Blackthorn lies in a pool of dark water.
 
“I just want to be normal again. That is all I ever asked for.” Blackthorn sobs.
 
The heat from Nightmare’s mane dries the pool and he lays a hoof on her gently.
 
“Are you okay?” said with concern in his breath.
 
“Yes, I’m fine.” Muttered Blackthorn as she brings her tenth blackberry punch to her mouth with a waterfall of tears leaking from her eyes.
 
“Then why are you crying then and trying to drown your sadness in so much punch?”
 
Blackthorn tries swallowing her grievances and turns to Nightmare. She conjures on the telescreen in the cider house and points to it. It flashes Lastbreath terrorizing the citizenry of Riatesque and her fights with Nightmare Moon, then flashing the defeat of Nightmare Moon because of her. The telescreen sputters and shows the defeat of Lastbreath, being reduced to ashes and Blackthorn rising from those ashes. Blackthorn corrects the screen back to normal.
 
“You defeated a doppelganger?”
 
Blackthorn nods yes.
 
“I thought I did. She’s getting more powerful and cunning by the days go past. I don’t think she’ll go down as easily the next time.”
 
“She seems like a dangerous vampire bat from Tartarus.” Said Plasm.
 
“Hey, that’s offensive. I’m not that evil, unless it’s for these shillings.” Said a drunken voice.
 
“Oh no, not you. Ugh!” Plasm face-hooved.
 
“Why the cold shoulder mate?” as he stands up from his chair and walks to her.
 
This drunken pale purple stallion hobbles his way to the mare, bumping into every-pony he passes whilst spilling his blue drink. He trips and runs to the bar and stops himself, smiling, and flicks his blonde mane back. He fixes his leather long coat and poofs a rose to Blackthorn.
 
“You’re a lovely treat there. I would kiss yo….”
 
The stallion’s face is pushed to the side by Plasm.
 
“Pardon my brother’s rudeness.”
 
“Oh please, I was just showing the honorable way to show, present, to a lady sis. Names Syck Engel, I’m this one’s bro.” with a woozy smile.
 
“Charming….” Uttered by Plasm annoyed by her brother’s drunken stupor.
 
Blackthorn poofs a tissue and dries her tears. She finishes the last sip of her punch and gets down from defying gravity, stretching out, then makes her way outside. Nightmare follows.
 
“I’m just wondering Nightmare. How did you know I was a reaper or that thing I showed you was a doppelganger?” questioned Blackthorn.
 
“I’ve been here in the under realm for five millennia’s and seen every creature. From alicorns to zephyrs, you get used to seeing them here.” Nightmare answered.
 
“Let me get this straight, Lastbreath did what?” questioned Chief Old-glory to himself.
 
In the Riatesquen Police Institute Depot, Chief Old-glory investigates the Lastbreath case. He looks at the photos taken of that day, using a digital scanner to filter out whom appears from the background. His eyes widen as he sees this red headed mare until a loud noise spooks him and he returns the photo back to the cold case files.
 
“Chief we got 746 on Elm Drive.” Said Deputy Pace as he opens the Chief’s door.
 
“What is it with this prankster and scaring ponies? Can he just take one night not putting panic in those fillies and colts?”
 
As Chief Old-glory and Deputy Pace walk out to the crime scene. Princess Amanita squints her eyes in disgust and goes to the cold case section of the crime files. As she tries and takes down the box, she poof a computer and scanner.
 
“My reputation would be ruined if they found me out.” Whispered Amanita as she scans the photos.
 
She opens an editor for her scans and dropping Blackthorn in place of Lastbreath in those photos. She snickers until she hears a moan.
 
“Who’s that? Don’t try and stop me!” she slightly panicked.
 
The glasses raddle and water bubbling on Old-glory’s desk and one of them shatters. The droplets of boiling water move towards Amanita and she freaks out. She runs and hides in a locker trembling in fear. The sounds of her computer goes irate and it sets itself on fire.
 
“Wait a minute I forgot to save and print those!” Amanita sobs.
 
Her scanner explodes as the locker from where she hides in creaks and distorts itself. Glowing red eyes appear behind her.
 
“Try again, merciless foal!” said this entity.
 
She screams as this entity places two photos in her tail as she runs away, jumping out a window back to her palace. As she flies back the two photos fall out, Fluttershy and Angel of Riatesque picks them up.
 
“Oh my goodness…eep.” As Fluttershy nervously pokes one of the pictures.
 
“Silly me. I thought you were fruit bats.” Angel facepaws.
 
Angel looks at the photos with both his ears raised. He squeaks to Fluttershy.
 
“What is it? One photo has been changed and the other hasn’t. I have to see Twilight about this.”
 
Fluttershy flies to Twilight’s cottage and knocks on the door. Spike answers.
 
“Spike do you know where Twilight is? It's really important.” Asked Fluttershy.
 
“Twilight, Fluttershy’s here!” yelled Spike.
 
Twilight teleports in the center of her spacious library opening and closing her wings.
 
“Hi Fluttershy. Come on in, so what’s up?”
 
“Thank Luna you’re here. I found these photos on the ground on my way to Zecora’s cottage.”
 
“Looks like some-pony had fun with Pegashop Suite 10.” Said Spike.
 
“This is quite odd. Do you know who own these?” questioned Twilight as she poofs two glasses of warm coffee.
 
“I don’t. This is so mean to do such a thing to another pony.” As Fluttershy sips her cup.
 
Blackthorn looks into the sky nearing her horizon of despair.
 
“Hey Nightmare, do you know who can help me fully get rid of a doppelganger?”
 
“Let me think…hmm…oh there is a witch doctor I know that can help but it’s cutting into my shift. I have to go before my boss catches me during off time. Just take the train to Burley Manor.”
 
Nightmare points to the nearest train station.
 
“I hope your right about this witch doctor and not some alchemist in the woods.”
 
“Trust me. I gotta go so, bye.”
 
Nightmare runs off and slowly disappears with a loud neigh and lightning crack as he trails two green fire streaks on the ground. Blackthorn raises an eyebrow as glass shattering is heard as Syck Engel gets hoisted out of the cider house.
 
“And stay out! I’ve had enough of you flirting with my costumers, don’t come back. Fine another bar Mr. Engel!” yelled the house owner.
 
“I was just showing your patrons more love than you! Such a killjoy. Eh, Blackthorn, where are yah going to? Red Queen’s lagoon?”
 
“Oh hell no. Syck we are going home right now! No excuses. Sorry Blackthorn, he needs his coffin to burn off that blueberry cooler. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
 
“Definitely an honor Ms. Blackthorn that I could….” Syck gets cut off.
 
“Alistair! Bring us home.” Plasm on her cell.
 
Plasm and Syck are both teleported to their house. Blackthorn realizing she is now alone in this journey, she hesitates, and she takes in a deep breath and marches to the station. As she gets to the station she is greeted by this tall golden flat-worm monster.
 
“Two shillings to Burley Manor, please.” said the monster.
 
Blackthorn pays the toll and gets her ticket. She walks into the waiting area and hovers as she awaits her train. Looking side to side as she waits.
 
“Blackthorn is that you?” said a dark echoing voice as the lights flicker.
 
“Who are you? How do you know my name?” she questioned.
 
“Those good old times than I made you scream in fear. They were a delight.” snickered the voice.
 
“Show yourself!”
 
Out from a sparking broken florescent light fixture poured in a dark misty figure with red and green eyes. Right next to Blackthorn emerges King Sombra of Equestria. Blackthorn turns and looks at him with an unamused look.
 
“This is just a pity that you showed up, wait a second, how did you get here?” raised eyebrow.
 
“A bunch of crystal brats that don’t know any better and that bride to a brother of a Celestia puppet. You?”
 
“Necronius juice, a very powerful death potion. I just couldn’t take the jeers anymore. This doppelganger ruined my life.”
 
“I know that feeling. That draconequis deserved Lord Necronius more than me.” as he poofs his wheel horn file.
 
“That’s funny because when I post pictures of myself they say I’m you. That’s a scream!”
 
They both enjoy a laugh.
 
“That’s sadder than Luna becoming Nightmare Moon! Ha.” giggled Sombra.
 
“Okay, that’s harsh.”
 
“I know but you have to admit it was kind of funny.”
 
“True, no argument there.”
 
The train to Burley Manor arrives and Blackthorn boards waving goodbye to King Sombra. He returns the wave as he poofs the wheel away.
 
“I wonder how many gullible fools though I would fight you. I’m no simpleton unlike Discord of Riatesque, well he deserved it. Give that doppelganger hell!”
 
“I will.”
 
Blackthorn enters the coach and makes her way to a seat then sits. King Sombra disappears in the breeze from her window as the train pulls out from Skellinngton.
 
“A villain seems…like my last…and only option.” as Blackthorn falls asleep.
 
“This is the train for Burley Manor it’ll be a ten hour ride so passengers get comfortable. We have food accommodations in the back corridor, enjoy your ride on Under Realm lines.” said the travel instructor.
 
As Amanita flies to her palace, she scowls knowing her plans are in jeopardy.
 
“I didn’t know the depot had that kind of security. Sheesh!”
 
She stops mid-air and turns around extending her fore-hooves. They glow yellow and she whisks the air causing the mushrooms of Riatesque to spore.
 
“Let them stay in my control, I cannot lose to a bloody grave-keeping crow.” As she conjures the spell.
 
The spores engulf everywhere as the Riatesquen citizenry eyes glow and fade. Amanita rubs her forehead and sighs in relief.
 
“That could have turned ugly for moi. That should keep them from knowing my secret.” She snickered and continues back to her palace.
 
At her palace a looming thick fog surrounds it. Amanita concerned lands and walks to her castle doors. She hears the sounds of crows and ravens, looking up, and sees the brooding bird with crimson eyes. It swoops at her and she pries the door open in fear then slams the door shut.
 
“Okay Blackthorn, come on out! I know your calling card already. Where are you? Guards!”
 
Her guards surround her and awaits the dark mare. The fire torches in the castle go out and back on replacing the red fire with purple, one by one. The sound of metal scraping echoes the hallways.
 
“Come out you coward!” said angrily by Amanita.
 
A bolt of lightning shatters one of her windows and the wind billows. Dark smoke pours in, blanketing the room in a smog. Large white eyes appear from this shadow as the dark tendrils of it cover the ground.
 
“Don’t just stand there, attack!”
 
The guards run towards this thing and are picked off one by one. They get entangled by the tendrils and are pulled away, disappearing, and leaving Amanita all alone. The shadow laughs.
 
“Now look who’s the real coward.” Echoed its voice.
 
“You are not going to thwart my plans!” as she throws glowing orbs of magic.
 
The shadow shrinks and reveals itself to be Lastbreath. She laughs at the destruction she caused and walks to Amanita then pushes her down into a sitting pose. Using her magic then chains her down.
 
“Lastbreath! How could you? This wasn’t the deal!”
 
Lastbreath smacks her with her tail.
 
“The deal that guarantied my immortality or the deal to make Blackthorn’s life a living hell. I agreed to neither, it was your deal. Try again.” She said sarcastically with a smile.
 
“I made you! Now listen to your master this instant!” as Lastbreath mocks her with a shadow puppet.
 
“Really because of Blackthorn I’m freed from your mind control spell when she reduced me to ashes. I’m happy she did that because your voice was and still is annoying. Now I don’t need to be here taking order from a bigger coward that thinks the age of Riatesquia was ever good. I thought Riatesque needed to say good-bye to its past, yet you here want to let us go back when Tartarus was ruling, even thou awesome, but still. You’re crazier than me!”
 
“What are you going to do about it?” Amanita questioned with a snide tone.
 
“Even thou it’ll be hard to convince her, I have to.”
 
“You’re not saying.”
 
“Well yes I am. I think it’s the appropriate time for us to become….”
 
“Don’t say it!” Amanita in rage-filled tears.
 
“Friends!” Lastbreath evilly laughs.
 
“I’m not going to scream out ‘no’. I’m going to do everything in my power to stop you, whether you like it or not.”
 
“Your legions can’t stop me even if they tried. You have two weeks to expose yourself to everyone and reverse the spell or I’ll come in with Blackthorn to force you, I might even let Thorn introduce you to Lord Necronius and Gravedior. Don’t worry, I’ll enjoy my popcorn when that time comes.”
 
“Never!”
 
“That’s the answer I wanted now it’s one week and the clock starts. Now!”
 
Lastbreath teleports back to Equestria and runs to her sleeping self in Chanterlot castle. She wakes and zaps the reverse of the spell placed on Blackthorn through the black hole.
 
“Okay Blackthorn, time for you to play. Your ten day slumber is no more!”
 
A raddle of the train startles Blackthorn and she awakes.
 
“Discord I’m going to turn you into luggage and rugs!” she yelled out.
 
Everyone looks at her with eyebrows raised and she smiles in embarrassment.
 
“Sorry, sorry. Heh?”
 
The patrons continue what they were doing as Blackthorn poofs her journal tablet.
 
“Day 140 in the Under Realm, just a couple of hours to Burley Manor and getting rid of this nuisance of a doppelganger. I’ve gotten used to the strangeness of this place and I’ll probably stay once that thing is kaput forever. This is the place I belong to, Riatesque is better without me, and here I can see I’m normal. Even with my inherent scariness. The Under Realm is in my heart and Riatesque is gradually becoming distant. End of entry.”
 
Blackthorn puts down her journal and looks out the window with a cracked smile turning into a frown and sobs silently.
 
“Burley Manor is the next and last stop.” Said the travel instructor.
 
Blackthorn poofs a tissue, drying her eyes, and happy she is close to getting rid of the one who ruined her life. As the train makes its stop at Burley Manor, Blackthorn’s ears perk up when she sees a dark shadow at her window with glowing purple eyes.
 
“You!”
 
She charges her magic but is stopped when the instructor taps her shoulder.
 
“We are at Burley Manor miss. You must leave the train.”
 
“Oh I’m so sorry.” As she exits the train.
 
As she walks to the mezzanine of the station she rolls her eyes.  The same shadow appears in the reflections of the pictures as she walks pass to the exit of the station. She looks out and sees the shadow in front of a large forest and runs after it.
 
“Don’t you run from me!” she shouted.
 
As the shadow flies away it goes into a down mare. When Blackthorn get to where the shadow disappeared, she is shocked seeing the down mare.
 
“Did the shadow do this?” both said.
 
Blackthorn awestruck by this sublime turn of events. She walks slowly and moves the mare, she flinches, and opens her eyes. They have crosses but too weak to stand she falls back out.
 
“I knew I’ll find…you.” Said the weaken mare.
 
“What’s your name heathen of treachery? I swear by Gravendior I’ll make it worthy of his mighty horn!” as she charges her magic.
 
“My name’s…Lastbreath.” As she struggles to get up.
 
Lastbreath clutches her side and coughs. Blackthorn not powering down her magic highly suspicious of this mare. Lastbreath turns to Blackthorn with a spear in her with a note. She takes the spear out and gives the note to her.
 
“Dear Blackthorn. I’m so sorry about this thing I made to defame you ha-ha. You’re an idiot for not stopping the one who pulled the strings. I created the best thing to make you feel worthless….”
 
“Better yet I’m going to make Necronius blush.” Mocked Blackthorn.
 
“Keep reading!” Lastbreath shouted and coughed again.
 
“…this doppelganger was my plan all along to divert your attention to while I’ll turn the clock on Riatesque. Love and regards Dry Spell. P. S. I hope you love my new look with an eye patch, sweetums.”
 
“Why did you send this to me?!”
 
“Remember the Riatesquen prophecy, I beg you. Look at it closer.” Lastbreath said before passing out.
 
As Sorry Sight keeps Equestria in ruins, smoke and ash, and fighting with Princess Luna and Cadence. Lastbreath leisurely waits for Blackthorn in the hall in Chanterlot castle gradually losing patience.
 
“This has gotta work I can’t let an insomniatic Tartarus devotee destroy the very fabric of the Riatesquen society. I have to make it even worse here. I know!”
 
Lastbreath teleports to the Crystal Empire onyx caves. She looks for a rare black and red onyx gem hasten in her search.
 
“Come on where is it, you can’t hide from me.” As she probes the cave.
 
A hiss startles her as she hears the faint whizzing of something. An arrow flies through her mane as a shocked look upon her face and realizing the danger nearby.
 
“Okay. This is ridiculous, booby-traps in your caves. Who would want to steal these when they aren’t that rare?!” said as she runs away.
 
Arrows flying in air like missiles barrel down her as she runs off to find the point of where the projectiles stop. She zaps the ones that get too close with her magic.
 
“Wait a minute. I’m scarier than that stallion.”
 
Turning and looking at the hail of deep purple arrows she conjures a spell. Engulfed in her smog turns into a creature with many tendrils and glowing holes. The ethereal moans of tortured souls rise as a face-less head creeps closer and she fires forward this entity with a gallows howl. The arrows quickly change course in mortified terror, even ones falling from the sky as if passing out.
 
“Take that! I’m scarier than that B-list horror star! Now with that out of the way, back to my search.”
 
As she looks for it, a red pulsating glow gets closer. A red crystal flies past her. She stops then looks side to side and teleports in front of the thing.
 
“Such a parlor trick. Sombra really needs to get his kicks from good scary movies or something.” Unamused by this crystal’s evasion.
 
She zaps a harness on the crystal so it won’t leave her sight. A stray arrow follows her and she presents the same face-less look to it from behind her making it loose the feathers of its tail then flies away with a contrail of purple smoke. She smiles and leaves to the crystal royal cemetery.
 
“Sombra, Sombra…Sombra! Found you, now rise from your grave!”
 
The red crystal vanishes and the ground parts as Lastbreath looks in awe. Sombra in pieces as a red bolt strikes him. His crown comes together whilst his armor, as the dark stallion slowly rises from the earth.
 
“Yes. I feel my power coming back to me.” Sombra moaned.
 
His body whole again as his eyes open glowing chemically green as his mane and tail shoot out like a blown pipe then back to its original state.
 
“I’m free! Ha-ha!” he yelled.
 
His black twisted magic engulfs the red crystal embedded in his head turning into a curved horn.
 
“Let me fix that.” Said Lastbreath as she whacks his horn with her hoof knocking two holes.
 
“What is your malignant quarrel uncouth peasant!” he shouted.
 
He heals those holes leaving two dark scars.
 
“Just helping to fix your image, even though I can fix that ghastly Whiplash motif to something much more suiting. Never mind, you ripped off me and Blackthorn, plus they mock the both of us for having similar scheme, and to those ‘Tarus worshipping cretains. I politely say “drop already and/or show some respect for Penny for being crazy enough to stop the pastel-hell for once”. Enough of my satirical rambling.”
 
They get into a fight stance with magic charged.
 
“You know that some pony out there is stronger than you and will get you out of the way just for kicks.”
 
“Nay! I’ll shall bring that incompetent oaf to his or her knees!”
 
Lastbreath opens a portal showing Sorry Sight to Sombra. Enraged by his takeover of the empire teleports and fights him.
 
“Now that should keep him busy for a long while. Good thing Sombra never sleeps. Ha-ha.” As she teleports back to Chanterlot.
 
In the castle she gazes into the black hole with desperation.
 
“Come on, I can’t keep the leader of the misery six at bay for long, you know!? He gotten to the amulet too!”
 
She yawns after waiting eight hours and starts dosing off then sleeps.
 
“Blackthorn…you flank-head.” As she falls asleep.
 
Blackthorn and an ailing Lastbreath walk their way to the witch doctor’s cottage, unfamiliar with the forest and strange noises. Lastbreath leans on Blackthorn trying to stabilize herself, she get shrugged off.
 
“Come on. Can I get a helping hoof? Healing spell or something?” she moaned.
 
“No. You are the embodiment of my bane. I won’t get emotionally compromised by you.” She scoffed.
 
“Jeez, you’re very uptight. Lighten up “tall, dark, and scary”. You’re worse than Sombra.”
 
Blackthorn flared her nostrils in annoyance and rolls her eyes.
 
“Tough it.” With a low snarl.
 
“Oh for Luna’s sake! Stop being the tough mare for once.” Huffed Lastbreath as she poofs gauze.
 
As Lastbreath sutras her wound she hears twigs snapping.
 
“Did you hear that?”
 
“Hear what?”
 
“A twig snapped from behind me.”
 
“You’ve been eating too much alley berries. You know what happens.”
 
Another twig snaps and Blackthorn halts. The sound comes from everywhere as the bushes rustle in the breeze. The two back up on each other as phantasmal moans echo the forest. The snapping gets louder on every side of them, closer as a menacing chain sounding snarl beckons. Glowing orange eyes appear behind them as the creature show itself.
 
“I smell petrol. Did you cut on…?” Lastbreath gets cut-off.
 
“No!”
 
“Then that can only mean.” As she gulps.
 
The creature pounces and roar like a saw.
 
“Saw-toothed lion!” both yelled.
 
Blackthorn flies away and Lastbreath tries to fly but still too injured to gain lift.
 
“Blackthorn! Save me! I’m not going to beg again!” as she runs with a slight limp.
 
Blackthorn tries fighting her heroic instinct, begging her instinct to leave Lastbreath to her peril. She continues to fly off and Lastbreath watches her leave.
 
“You’re a cud eating cow! You know!” as she runs into an even darker area of the forest.
 
“Okay, who cut out the moon?”
 
A tectonic snarl howls and Lastbreath touches realizing even more danger is at hand.
 
“Please don’t be a Larkness earth serpent!” she pleaded.
 
The large black smoking monstrosity snaps at her and misses as she runs more. Lastbreath finds a clearing trying her hardest to a cave. As she runs to the cave she desperately use a spell closing the entrance as soon as she enters, panting hard.
 
“And…stay out. Who…needs them?” as her voice echoed in the dripping cavern.
 
As Blackthorn flies with remorseful tears, she sees a large castle.
 
“I can’t believe myself. First Discord of Riatesque and now Lastbreath. I am a bad, malicious, callous, and evil mare!” as she slows and lands in the black rose bush garden.
 
A dark stallion from a nearby tomb-yard senses that he isn’t alone as his eyes stop their white ghostly glow. He teleports and finds the mare. Blackthorn very exhausted only glimpses and see the stallion.
 
“Who…are…you?” as she fades from fatigue.
 
Eighty days later, Blackthorn slowly wakes. Eyes blurry, seeing ornate designs everywhere, and rubs her eyes refocusing.
 
“Where am I?” she questioned.
 
“You in the Candire’s infirmary. He found you in the rose garden.” Said a nurse.
 
“I’ve gotta get going from here so I’ll just…oww! That hurts.” As Blackthorn gets up from her cot.
 
“You have to stay her Miss…what’s your name?” as the doctor shows up.
 
“Blackthorn. What happened?”
 
“Prince Candire was doing his daily rounds at the tomb-yard. He said you fell from the sky and you were very exhausted.”
 
“He also mentioned you had smoke coming from you rather slowly.” Added by the nurse
 
“That’s my mane and tail?” Blackthorn confused.
 
“Oh. Sorry.”
 
“No worries.” Blackthorn smiled.
 
“Is she alright?” said a voice coming from a PDA.
 
“Yes, she’ll be ready to be discharged in a couple of days.” Said the doctor on her PDA.
 
A large brick red stallion walks into the room where Blackthorn is. He sees Blackthorn relieved that she is awake and well.
 
“Thank my brother. I would have had to let him make the arrangements around for you.” As wipes his forehead with the tip of his bat-wing.
 
“Charming.” Blackthorn sarcastically.
 
“So what’s your name?”
 
“Blackthorn, you?”
 
“Candire. You don’t need to call me Prince, that just a silly buzzword.”
 
Blackthorn chuckles. She takes a second to realize that this is the young brother to her idol Gravendior. She freezes.
 
“Are you the brother to Gravendior? I hope I’m not intruding.” She asked.
 
“Yes, why did you ask?”
 
“Umm…hehe…you know…ugh…hee?! Sorry, I’m embarrassing myself.” She hesitated.
 
“I take you’re a fan of my brother and I. That’s a first, I bet you watch us on RWE.”
 
“Yes…big time.”
 
Candire smirks.
 
“You’re the first alicorn I and soon my brother would know you’re a Candite and a Creature of the Night.”
 
Blackthorn’s heart meter starts buzzing as her heart beats slower than normal.
 
“Get the paddles!” said the doctor.
 
“I’m fine. It happens when I get excited.” As she shocks herself with a spell returning her heart to normal.
 
Candire looks in intrigue.
 
“Electroshock magic? I think I know what will suit you a little better, you do look similar to my brother. I think he’ll like to have you as another reaper in charge if it’s okay by Necronius’s terms.”
 
“Do you mean that…I’m worthy?”
 
“Electroshock magic is one form of reaper magic but it is not the magic that defines a reaper like my brother told me.”
 
“Then what is this type of magic?” questioned.
 
“I don’t know but my brother does. I’m just an ignis bearer but you probably know that already.”
 
Blackthorn smiles.
 
“How long until she comes out?” Candire asked the doctor.
 
“She’ll be ready for discharge in three more days Prince….”
 
“Ahem!” he huffed.
 
“Mr. Candire.”
 
“Better. You gotta let them know that it’s a buzzword and we are far from the Riatesquia ages even here.”
 
Candire throws a smoke orb and bursts into flames leaving Blackthorn.
 
“See you in three days!” said Blackthorn with an eager grin.
 
Candire flies off to the keep to where his brother resides at, a loud explosion burst comes from one of the doorways.
 
“Why did that happen?” he grumbled.
 
“Sorry but my mother loved explosions and she wanted one on her birthday.” Said a masked stallion with glowing purple eyes.
 
“Didn’t your mother get sent to Necronius or was it my brother?”
 
“Mother said she never like your brother. Mother knows best.”
 
Candire raised an eyebrow in a slight bit of concern then brushes it off and walks away. He enters large doors as a crimson eyed crow broods at his presence, cawing, and flying away disappearing in a black mist. The mist shapes and forms into a tall, deep midnight and dark gray stallion, with a curved horn, and large two-toned wings. He sits on a thrown bearing a D-shape and looks at this ignis bearer coldly with a scowl.
 
“What does my baby brother want now? Hmmm.” Raising his scythe on his brother neck.
 
“Thanks…you have a way with greetings, don’tcha.” With a snarky grin.
 
Candire lowers the scythe and sits on his fire laden throne.
 
“I’ve met a unique pony that you would take interest. You seem like you need a third party in char….”
 
“Hell NO! I don’t need some random Joe or Jane to help me. I got my things under control. Don’t you dare think I’m getting weaker!” as fire spews from his mane angered at the thought of help.
 
“…ged. She’s an alicorn but since you don’t want to help I’ve gotta break a very strong heart that I’ve sense in her. Enraging her would be a mistake.” He zaps at the large mirror.
 
The mirror shows Blackthorn and Discord of Riatesque fighting.
 
“Oh, that gothic pony that looks like one of those terrible pony characters. I bet you aren’t even that interesting, probably a Sombra clone.” Mocked Discord.
 
He poofs armor, a crown, and cloak on Blackthorn. Blackthorn gives him an unamused look.
 
“At least I’m not a fuster buck of unrelated species of a bad shroom-ride, sweetie.” With a snide grin.
 
The adornments on her turn into a goo as the purple smog magic of her curse decays them. She scratches at the ground, sparking from her hoof armor, as red sparks from her horn emit. Discord tries raising Blackthorn and fails. Annoyed by this tries again, yet to fail once more.
 
“You gothic foal, why aren’t you going up with my magic. I’m stronger than you, puny alicorn of “doom”.”
 
Blackthorn laughs knowing she’s playing him like a fool.
 
“Aww and I thought draconequi were a very powerful race. Where is the real Discord imposter?!” as she poofs a horn emery board.
 
“I’m not the imposter, that’s Discord of Equestria. He’s the imposter, I would never turn good.”
 
“Says who? Celestia, Luna, or something? Do you have a crush on Celestia, you seem to listen to her.”
 
“WHAT? NO! That tiara wearing sun goat I didn’t even care for. Her race wipe out my race, I had to assume control of this world to blot out alicorns like you.”
 
“But you can’t use a simple levitation spell to lift me up, what a pity. That’s probably why all the others vanishes. You’re weak after all.”
 
Discord outraged attacks Blackthorn. She teleports to his throne and poofs a glass of white chocolate milk. She drinks the glass and tosses the milk and it explodes.
 
“Look at me. I’m the spirit of chaos who cannot not do a trivial levitation spell. Now I’m going to find my teddy and cry myself to sleep.” She mocked.
 
“Your mean!” Discord in tears.
 
“Feel’s mutual, tough it.”
 
“Well we aren’t so different after all, huh?”
 
Blackthorn laughs harder and poofs a tissue drying her eyes.
 
“Well I’m not the one who’s trying to overthrow a planet being a naïve jerk. You should know chaos is neutral and should have had a love/hate relationship with us. But no, it’s let’s take over the world for you. You’re more cliché than Sombra! That’s comedic!”
 
“At least I’m not an insensitive jerk.”
 
“You hypocrite!” Blackthorn poofs another tissue.
 
Discord tries to reconcile the truth but refuses to accept it. He tries his hardest to ignore her words as he poofs’ corks in his ears. Blackthorn projects a diagram showing why Discord should be more neutral, he turns his back.
 
“LalalalalalALALA. Can’t hear you!”
 
Blackthorn face-hoofs and zaps him.
 
“If you aren’t going to pay attention, I’ll strip you of you poor excuse of magic. Capeesh?” as she vocalizes in his head.
 
He gulps.
 
“Fine, heroic pain in the flank.”
 
He accepts neutrality and takes the corks out while rolling his eyes.
 
“That’s what I thought. I’m not going to be your mother so, don’t even brave the idea of it.” As she walks past him.
 
 
“Now Fluttershy will give you lessons on being nice. Also I’ve given Twilight my HQ hotline number if you get out of….” Discord snaps and hits Blackthorn behind her head.
 
“It’s like that, hmmm. You didn’t learn anything and let your anger get you. Now you lit the fuse with me, mistaaake.” As her eyes go jet black as her mane and tail emit a white halo around them.
 
Her mane and tail become fire like as mushroom clouds gleam in her eyes, turning at Discord. The surroundings grow foggy as they teleport to Blackthorn’s Cemetery. She teleports and Discord frighten tries running away but the hoofs and claws of deceased ponies and griffons tie him down.
 
“You use forbidden magic! I can't compete with that!” he yelped.
 
A giant flying scythe like object closes into Discord, cartwheeling in the air.  It lands on Discord head as pink fluid oozes out. Through his eyes gleam as Blackthorn’s horn sticks out of his head. Her white haloed black magic sparks and she shocks him as a glowing essence of him comes from his body into a jar. Discord goes limp and the deceased let go of him, the deed is finished.
 
“Now you go into my emblem armory and your hide with be a nice comforter for there too.” As she poofs the jar and Discord to her mansion.
 
“This was a risk I had to take, I couldn't just disappear from Riatesque for good. I hope they’ll understand I’m a true force for good and not some clichéd villain in it for fame. I do care but I don’t want a blanket spotlight with the Gothic 6, I stand alone.” As she fades with the cemetery and returns home.
 
As Blackthorn final words are spoken in the mirror and goes out.
 
“See, she’s more than worthy.” Said Candire.
 
Gravendior intrigued by Blackthorn’s feat of strength poofs an advance scythe and Reaper’s potion. He zaps the scythe and the blade glows as thunder roars.
 
“Now for her to prove to without a shadow of doubt that she handle this. It’s not a trivial job, do you understand?”
 
“Yes. I’ll make sure she knows that detail.”
 
“Good, now I’ll keep these in my armory and I await her presence.”
 
Candire nods and vanishes in a plum of flames. Gravendior holds an aura of Blackthorn and grins as it hails outside his window.
 
“You really did impress, I’ve never seen any-pony, who manage take out a draconequis with such success.” As Blackthorn’s aura runs in a circle whilst as he sings.
 
“But if you can’t handle this job then you’ll have to answer to ME!” Blackthorn’s aura panics as his hoof slams on the desk.
 
He opens his wings with horn glowing purple, his office changes into the interior of his castle, and the candles light up as his vulture caws hovering to his shooting range.
 
“Now you need to be put the test, for being a reaper there is no chance for rest.” As he spears a target in his shooting range with aura mimicking.
 
“Be on point and never miss, just give them all a kiss.” As a flower turns to ashes.
 
“All the pandemonium, destruction, and dismay. Blackthorn you’ll soon know the reaper’s way!” Looking at his vast scythe collection and Blackthorn’s aura faints.
 
“Oh though you might think that it’s wrong, I can empathize. Once you have this kind power, you will make all you wishes come, no matter its size.” Looking at a picture of his alive self with his parents and brother in front of the funeral parlor they owned.
 
The photo burns up and he is the only one left uninjured with a match at his hoof.
 
“So much magic to hold the world still. All to use, to your disposal! Muahahaha!” His vulture caws and flies as its shadow circles in the flashing lightning.
 
Gravendior’s shadow creeps towards the vulture silhouette and it shoots the vulture down as it falls from the sky. He walks to the vulture carcass, brings it up to his face, and a black tear rolls down.
 
“There are times that Necronius calls from above, then you need to let him be introduced to who you love. But with me as you’ll see, I can give the gift of eternity." His vulture wakes up and flies to its perch.
 
"Unchanged of what they were, bringing them back from the dead! Only you, will be inside their head!" As lightning crashes as his vultures eyes glow purple.
 
“Only one more day! You will know the reaper’s WAY!” As he heads off to his coffin-bed.
 
“As the day nears, we’ll celebrate with blackberry glasses and cheers. I hope you’ll be here to stay after you've learned the reaper’s way.” As the aura curls up in its coffin-bed as the lid closes.
 
Gravendior closes the lid of the bed and sleeps with an eager grin on his face.
 
In Candire’s infirmary next day, Blackthorn after recuperating is ready to be discharged.
 
“Alrighty Miss Blackthorn, your x-rays came out negative. So you are ready to be on your way out.” Said the doctor.
 
“Yay!” as Blackthorn sips the last bit of her raspberry juice cup.
 
“I smell brimstone.” Said the elderly Scottish accent patient next to Blackthorn.
 
Candire appears, flapping the soot off his wings, and walks to Blackthorn.
 
“Today’s the day!”
 
“I know. I’m so excited.” One of the light-bulbs in the room blow out.
 
“Oops, I hate that. Any-who.”
 
“Wow, you’re very like my older brother. That happens to him as well but, don’t mention that to him.”
 
“Not a problem.”
 
Blackthorn gets out the cot and stretches without pain. Opening and closing her wings, happy she is all better, then causing more power surges.
 
“Oops, sorry.” Giggling in embarrassment.
 
Candire and Blackthorn walk out of the infirmary to his office. Candire surprised at the third throne there with a whirling vortex with red bolts of lightning sparking, glowing eyed skulls, and spikes on the top. Blackthorn ecstatic squees at her chair.
 
“I think you’ll like that.” Said a deep voice.
 
“Oh. My. Necronius!” as she turns around.
 
“Hello Miss Thorn.”
 
“It’s you! Lord…Lord….” A random place nearby has a blackout and ponies shouting in annoyance.
 
“Gravendior. In person, so you’re the alicorn my brother told me.”
 
“Yup.” Blackthorn collects herself.
 
“I know you’ve oust a draconequis.” Gravendior grins.
 
Blackthorn’s smile slowly changes, her eye jet off to the right corner, and gulps. She collects herself again.
 
“Well he did deserve it.”
 
Gravendior waves to let Blackthorn explain more.
 
“Discord had my six friends made into statues with his stare. I couldn’t let him win despite my publicity, I had to fix him for good. Talking to him was like debating a colt! He was so annoying my eyes bled mugworth.” As she explains.
 
“So that’s why you killed him?” Candire snarked.
 
“No, I killed him because he hit me on the back of the head. I find it dishonorable to strike the back of the head as an insult because you aren’t brave enough to look me in the eyes and waited for me not to look anymore. That’s not how you fight with honor and fairness.”
 
“Touché.”
 
Gravendior poofs the potion he made. He zaps it turning from pink to purple.
 
“This potion I made specifically for you. It will grant you the same special power I have that granted me a cutie mark, now you will have it too. The ability to rise the dead from their slumber.”
 
Blackthorn’s eyes widen, she can’t believe within her knowledge of alchemy some other pony bested her work.
 
“I didn’t know you were an alchemist too?”
 
“And here I thought you knew everything about me. Shameful for a casket dweller, I do say.” Gravendior snarked.
 
At that point Blackthorn’s heart sunk. She fights back her tears.
 
“Yeah, I wouldn’t team up with you. Your shadow was right.” Candire with a smug grin.
 
Gravendior and Candire snicker and laugh at her. Blackthorn has clear tears rolling down her face and she slams her hind hoof on the ground, hard enough to crack it.
 
“Don’t you go there with me, I’m warning you both.” Her voice cracked slightly with a deep tone.
 
“Here I was going to grant you this potion but, oh well.”
 
Blackthorn’s eyes turn white as her mane goes fiery. She snorts sparks and embers, she tries desperately not to snap. She ingrains her tail tendrils in the ground and whisking her face in aggravation.
 
“Uh oh, some pony is getting steamed. I think she’ll be a good daemon stalker than a reaper. They all have a short temper span.” Candire mocks.
 
“Indeed. That means I have to put away this.” Gravendior presents a scythe with his insignia engraved in the blade.
 
“What are you getting out from this?!” Blackthorn’s voice is completely deep.
 
Blackthorn gets from her throne and bucks the closes wall, gnashing her teeth as they sharpen slowly, and screeches like a banshee with ear bleeding pitch. The windows and statues crack, as well as metal goblets decompressing themselves.
 
“Come on, that’s all what you are capable of, huh? That’s weaker than the wraiths out here. Sorry, you aren’t getting reaper status, you lose.” Gravendior’s eyes spiral sadistically.
 
Soon you know it, Blackthorn snaps. The sinister howls of manic laughter come from her, she jumps into sky as her eyes blacken, her horn sparks crimson red, a skull appears midair, and her magic goes a solid yellow. She glows with immense power and then detonates. The explosion blows the wall behind Gravendior clean off with a large skull shape, as the smoking Blackthorn descends down, panting, and rubs her head.
 
“What happened? Oh manure, I’m so sorry. It just, who am I fooling? This curse is phoenix droppings! I hate it so much.”
 
Candire and Gravendior look in awe at her.
 
“Whoa! I didn’t think you could do that? That was cool, utilizing that will make you quite the intimidator!” said Candire going a bit gah-gah over Blackthorn’s little display.
 
“I just wanted to test my theory if that power of your is something of the curse or was it always there. It seems like the curse, if it were there prior to your cursing, then you would have had a bit more control. Still an interesting weapon you have there.” Gravendior straighten up and looked stoically.
 
Blackthorn shakes the dust off her and sits at her throne.
 
“I thought it was cool too.” Gravendior under his breath to his brother.
 
“I was wondering about your true reason you finished the draconequis? I can see right through you Miss Thorn.” Said Gravendior with squinted eyes.
 
Blackthorn gives him a quizzical tilt and rolls her eyes and scoffs. She didn’t want him to know about the real truth.
 
“So Candire, what’s your favorite spell?” as she ignores Gravendior.
 
Gravendior flies in-between the two and opens his wings blocking any further conversation. He wants a good reason for Blackthorn unacknowledgement. Candire realizing his brother’s peeve teleports outside the office.
 
“Ahem! Why did you lie to me?” Gravendior smirks at her.
 
Gravendior never smiles like that and Blackthorn knew this wasn’t going to end well, she sweats.
 
“You see here is…ummmm…my reason is…ugh…heh?” She grins and teleports outside.
 
Blackthorn runs away but stops for a second, she ports back, taking the scythe and potion, and returns outside then proceeds running. The true bad side has risen out of her. She kisses her scythe and drinks the potion, the reflection of the blade reveals a beautiful purple gradient on her horn.
 
“So that’s how Gravendior got purple horns. I knew he had good taste.”
 
Gravendior screeches and busts a hole in his office wall. He’s mad with phoenix eyes, flies off to find this mare who seemed to undermine him.
 
“BLACKTHORN GET BACK HERE!” he yelled.
 
Blackthorn was in deep trouble and headed off to the nearest cave to but it was blocked off.
 
“You gotta to be bucking KIDDING me!” Lastbreath’s ears perked up and down.
 
“Oh great more suffering to install on me. Go away Bawkthorn!” Lastbreath raspberries.
 
Blackthorn not having it, points the scythe at the blockade. She channels a spell through her horn and scythe.
 
“I’m coming IN!”
 
The boulders melt away by the immense ray of light. She runs inside and puts up a mock blockade, though the bright light alerted Gravendior to her location.
 
“That should stall him for a whi….” Blackthorn is cut-off by the pounding at the blockage.
 
She panics looking side to side then notices Lastbreath with wings filled with holes.
 
“Hey, you aren’t Lastbreath!?” she huffed.
 
“Well duh! It took you this long?”
 
Lastbreath is in fact a changeling with many bruises.
 
“How did you end up here?” as Blackthorn tries to figure out a way to evade her idol.
 
“I was kissed to death by one of those giant spider-pony abominations.” He answered.
 
“Why did you turn into my greatest enemy then?”
 
“Theatrics and a laugh, that’s why.” He snickered.
 
The banging gets louder as Gravendior’s fury escalates.
 
“I SHOULD’VE OF BEEN THE ONE TO END YOU!!!” he shouted.
 
“The feeling is mutual!” Blackthorn agreed and the changeling gulps in fear.
 
The façade blockade disappears and Gravendior enters the cave. Blackthorn goes into the darkest part of the cave to camouflage herself. The changeling freezes in fear and is seen by him.
 
“Have you seen a dark mare?” as he lifts the changeling by the throat.
 
The changeling nodded yes and no. Gravendior’s eye empty and he starts squeezing his throat. His brother teleports into the cave and pounces on the changeling, getting rid of his brother’s grasp.
 
“Run, NOW!”
 
The changeling leaves the cave and Candire looks sternly at his brother.
 
“Brother, calm down! She isn’t worth your punishment.” He tries to reason.
 
“Why are you all of a sudden the goodie-two-shoes?!” He smacks him to a wall with his hoof at his throat.
 
“I understand what she is going through. After the fire at the parlor, Lord Necronius let me see the future you lived in. He showed me that you blamed me for that fire you damn well created! Just like Blackthorn was blamed for destroying her world that she had nothing to with it.”
 
Blackthorn’s ears perked up and she covers her mouth as a waterfall of black tears flow out her eyes. She finally has a witness.
 
“Like you said to her, I can see through you too. The mare of her affliction is going to recreate what she did in order to do the same damn thing, just like you tried too.”
 
Gravendior backs down with a put-off look, Blackthorn comes from hiding. She can’t take lying to her idol much longer.
 
“I ousted Discord to take his essence and if I lapsed in my evil ways again, I could terrorize all old and new threats to Riatesque. The white streak leech potion made me go into an insane, lustful, and very fun power-trip. Little to my knowledge that was the side effect of it, I became the worst evil to hit my home world. A black hole for magic.” She confessed.
 
Gravendior amazed by her confession.
 
“Is there more to that Miss Thorn?”
 
She nodded.
 
“Yes. That very potion was the thing I created to match or even best an alicorn. After the first sip of it was like a magic aphrodisiac, it even gave me a similar mane and tail style like Straight Razor. It was glorious I couldn’t contain myself, I tapped dozens upon dozens of ponies with magic, and stole their magic. Leaving just a shadow of what they all had.”
 
A storm brews outside the cave and Blackthorn becomes increasingly mad by the thoughts of her past. She maniacally laughs.
 
“Oh Gravendior and Candire. This power I came into possession with was seductive and a drug. I still want it all. Would you two like to pay the magic fee!?”
 
She poofs a vial of the potion and downs it. A single snow white stripe runs down her tail as well as her mane. Her teeth turn green as yellow and black crazed twists her pupils, she’s gone mad. Gravendior and Candire strike her, she laughs at their attempts to slow her down, and looks up as the cave ceiling crashes down on the two.
 
Gravendior hoof caps her. She tries tapping him and nothing happens.
 
“You two horn heathen of treachery. How dare you impede my thievery?! I’ll strike you down for that, you inbred shepherd’s lamb!” in anger.
 
Candire comes up from the rubble. Gravendior smirks and poof a powder on Blackthorn, she falls asleep.
 
“Why do I always get hurt?” Candire complains.
 
Gravendior takes the scythe and Blackthorn, strapping them both to his back, and he flies back to the castle. His brother follows, shaken but not too badly beaten.
 
Several months later, Lastbreath still having Equestria in ruins.
 
“For buck’s sake! Why isn’t Blackthorn here?” Lastbreath finally fed up.
 
She flies back to Riatesque and to Blackthorn’s mansion. She goes through corridor after cob-webbed corridor, she finds Blackthorn. She steps on an empty potion jar and picks it up.
 
“Necronuis juice?! Oh no, wake up Blackthorn. Come on, I have to ruin you in Equestria too. Don’t do this to me, Amanita will have my head for this.”
 
Lastbreath pokes Blackthorn’s cadaver, it falls to pieces like dust. An echoing laugh howls in and bright blue light flies in, it swirls around the dust.
 
“Blackthorn rise from your slumber, you’ve rested long enough. Come back to your world, to where you began and ended. I grant you immortality, rise, and live again!” Gravendior’s voice echoes.
 
The lights flicker as the weather outside darkens. An earthquake shakes Riatesque and it alerts Amanita.
 
“What’s going on?!” shrilled Princess Amanita.
 
The same black and red eyed figure screeches at her.
 
“Hi, Amanita. Long time, no see.” The figure laughed.
 
“Blackthorn! How did you get inside here?!” Amanita panicking.
 
“It was funny that you thought I was Lastbreath in the precinct. Hiding in that locker. Such a cad, you are.”
 
The earthquake splits Amanita’s castle in two and the figure dissipates. Chief Old Glory drives to Blackthorn’s castle, he is spotted by the Gothic Six, and they follow him.
 
“Where are you going Mr. Glory?” questioned Twilight.
 
“Blackthorn didn’t destroy Riatesque, it’s all a lie. Lastbreath did it and I can prove it. First I need to apologize to Miss Thorn for this catastrophic error. We ran out of town one if not the greatest hero to this world, I’ve been trying to contact her for months but no answer.”
 
The Six and Glory make their way to Blackthorn’s mansion. At the entrance, they are stopped by two large granite Cerberus. Fluttershy hid behind Applejack.
 
“State your names.” The two said.
 
They all said their names and they were allowed to pass, the draw bridge came down with an eerie chain squealing.
 
“Blackthorn’s house is very spooky.” Said Fluttershy.
 
“She’s prepared for everything and has exquisite taste. I do say, her tapestries are divine.” Rarity eyes widen.
 
Glory knocks on the doors and they open slowly. A blue flame flies to them and burst, it’s Comet. He flies to the corridor where Lastbreath is, the group follow. Lastbreath frozen in fear sees Blackthorn’s ashes reformed into her real self. It explodes into dust and Blackthorn has returned from the dead, her scythe slowly falls from the sky.
 
What will become of the mare who wronged her? Blackthorn places the scythe’s blade on Lastbreath’s neck as she poofs Discord’s essence around her neck as her burning smoke mane waves a white streak. Twilight and company look with fear in their eyes. Has Blackthorn truly returned to the darkness that’s haunted Riatesque?
 
“Thanks Gravendior for the second chance.” Said Blackthorn in a deep voice.
 
“You’re welcome, I knew you needed it.” Gravendior replied as his voice faded.