In the night where shadows lurk, eyes shone in the darkness. They glowed with power and greed, and blinked at the brightness of the lamp posts. Hooves clicked against the pavement and he drew back into the alleyway. Two guards strode by, peering around as they passed. They weren't really focused, they were too busy talking, but they gave effort.

When they were gone, he walked out and followed their path. Their shift would soon be over, forever. A knife was now in his mouth, gleaming with forbidden magic. He walked silently, close behind them. Splitting off to their respective homes, they were giving their farewells. He flung the knife through the air, sticking itself inside of the guard's neck. The guard slumped to the ground, and the other guard grew defensive. His horn glowed with purple light, and when he saw the attacker he gasped. He turned and ran, being closely followed by the mysterious murderer.

The assassin pursued, cursing himself for not having a better disguise. The guard, Shiny what's his name, ran into a house, presumably his. He was followed by a shadow of a presence, one whose very name instilled fear in the ponies. A mare greeted him only to be interrupted.

"Mother, we're in serious danger. King Sombra is in Camelot."

"But you all defeated him in the Crystal Empire, how could he be here when he's dead?" The mother asked.

"I don't know, but it was unmistakably him."

"Are you certain? We cannot risk a false alarm to the princess."

"Positive. Please, we must hurry. I don't want you getting hurt, mother."

"Upstairs, now. Your father is away in Trottingham on a business call."

"You must come too. Please, he is very powerful."

"But I must hold him off so you can escape. You are the prince of the Crystal Empire, and you must get out alive."

"Mother-"

"Go!"

Shining ran, icy cold fear making his muscles tense. Velvet Sparkle stood framed in the doorway, refusing to let her fear move her. She could hear hooves on the outside pavement, clicking sharply, as though he wanted her to hear him. As if he wanted her to sense his presence approaching. Then the shadow moved through the door, sliding silently across the floor behind her.

He struck her from behind, and as she spun to face him, he cast a spell. The last thing she heard was the sound of her son shouting and the crackling of ice.


Tell me what you think, and if I should continue this story. I'm aware that this was short, but I wrote it to be with only small revelations to keep the feeling of suspense. I'm also aware that it says that Sombra is in Camelot, and I found it too amusing to take out.