It is amazing how some pony could teach such love to one individual. How the warm embrace of a single pony can warm the heart of the ones closest. Of course there is always a equilibrium. The cold to combat the warmth. The sorrow to the joy. The cold cruel stare of disapproval. The malice to even out the kindness. Sombra had know of this simple rule his entire life.
Sombra had been born of the bloodlines of a Cruel king and a kind and loving slave mare. King Osirus was a beautiful white unicorn. A tall handsome stallion whose snow white fur and golden blond main shown like sparkling snow radiated by the suns rays. Osirus had the potential for greatness. Talented in magic from birth he became powerful enough to stand mane to hoof with Celestia. But in his heart he was a cruel and despicable. Osirus carried a bloodlust that could never be satisfied. Osirus was always at the front line of any war. Always covered in the crimson carnage of the wars he had started. Just to simply kill another living being.
The slave mare was never given a name. Osirus had bought her as a concubine. Nothing more than an object of pleasure for the evil king. She was thank full everyday for that misery. Out of the horrible sessions with the sadistic Osirus she had been given a wonderful gift. A small premature Unicorn. She had named hi Sombra meaning shadows. She chose to name him after his birth. She had crawled away into the dark to bring her child into this world. Sombra had been brought into the world in a dark dungeon completely secluded from the night sky. His mother had loved the night, and she longed to walk the earth as a free mare. She wanted to give her son a life of love and kindness.
Sombra meaning shadow fit the filly in both his environment, and appearance. Sombra was born with a pure black coat of fur with a mane of flowing hair that resembled black fire. He looked so much like his mother same eyes, fur and main color and body structure. Sombra had been born extremely premature. He would never grow to full size. His horn curved into a blade like form, and his teeth. Sharp fangs jutted out into a fierce demon like snarl. Of his appearance one would expect him to take after his father. It could not be further from the truth. In his early years Sombra was kind, loving, and empathetic. That is until later in his life.
His mother had done her best to hide Sombra from his father. She had went to great extent to conceal her precious foals existance. She had paid off many of the servants however she could. Until Osirus decided to follow her to the hiding place where she hid Sombra for so many years. Osirus had followed the mare into the woods. Past the winding trees and screaming of the surrounding wildlife. The mare unknowingly lead the monster into the security of the fillies cradle that the mare had carved out of a giant oak tree. She cooed the young stallion as he giggled and screamed in delight.
"So, this is the treasure that you have been hiding from me." Osirus snarled. Using his magic to throw the mare into the nearest tree. The mare cried in pain as her ribs shattered from the force of the impact. She laid on the ground crying, and begging the white stallion to leave her little pony alone. He grinned sadistically showing off his own pair of fangs.
"Why? Is this bastard of a foal not mine?!" Osirus snickered as he levitated the foal to eye level with him. "I believe I will enjoy taking his worthless life."
"NOOOOOOOOO!" The mother mare screamed out. The sound of his mothers pain brought out something inside the young one. His horn began to glow red as his body transformed into a intangible black mist. The fillies eyes could be seen glowing a pale white-green color with a streak of neon purple lights. The young Sombra began to act out of instinct of his powers. The black mist began to swirl and expand. Suddenly it had gone from a small black cloud to a ravenous fog of macabre fears and horrors. The mist suddenly without warning shot into the nostrils and gaping mouth of Osirus.
Osirus began to visualize the extent of his child's power. Horrifying visions of death and slaughter. His own death. Osirus's legs began to tremble, but his heart slowed to an almost complete stop.
After a few minutes Sombra released his father from his powers hold. Sombra began to solidify into his small vulnerable state crying and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Osirus merely laid on the forests cold wet ground. Slowly catching his breath, but he was no longer scared. He was overjoyed. His son had so much power. If he could control the miserable waste of life he could be the most powerful King. He would even be able to out match the bothersome Luna and Celestia. He used his magic to pick up Sombra and his mother. In an instant he teleported them into the crystal kingdoms halls. Demanding that his servants save the mare and his son. He would need both of them alive. At least the filly could grow old enough for his plans to ensure his supremacy over the princesses. The mare would live for now.