The keeper of Sombra

by beanie-berry

When a strange creature finds Sombra's horn on the far outskirts of the Crystal Empire, she uses it's powers to enslave ponies' minds, but not like Sombra did, there's a twist: only the most evil of souls, past and mind will be controlled. And The mane six and some other misfits help to stop this powerful and evil iendship will not be the only thing to defeat this villain

1. Prolouge

"What? NO! STOP!" screamed the Shadow King as he was cracking like a glass plate. The more he struggled, the more his body shone of cracks with light bursting through. Within seconds, the light and harmony within the Crystal Heart shattered him into shadow, and with all the might and love of the ponies, his remains were pushed from the empire leaving it at peace. Little did they know that there was still one remaining fraction, one remaining piece of Sombra's strong and powerful body: his horn.

As his horn flew through the dim thin air, thousands of miles away from his once conquered empire, the horn finally landed in a small poor abandoned village. The horn sat in the dust and dirt for days, awaiting for somepony to find it. Finally, one day it rained, and the dust cleared off the horn allowing the dark red and black colors to show. The rain did not stop for days, flooding the streets like a roaring river, knocking over shacks and old carts that were once in use. A great wave of water swept up the horn and carried it along the flowing streets. After hours the rain stopped, and so did the flood which ended in a stream. The rushing current carried the horn down the stream, which flowed past a doc that belonged to a small village. The village had many small buildings, and one small library surrounded by large tall willow trees in which their braches surrounded and wrapped around the building. Like it was protecting it. The library was right off of the side of the stream, a couple feet from the dock. Then, a figure emerged from the building, lifted it's hand and the willow branches lifted and cleared a path towards the stream. As the current began to slow down by the small broken dock, a small pink hand reached forward and snatched the red horn out of the cold water.

The small figure was cloaked, unable to see it's face, large ears were only visible. The creature stood up and tossed the horn up and down while looking back at the library from once it emerged from. Now holding the horn in one of the creature's hands, turned around and closed up the braches to block off the path to the small library. The creature held the wet horn in it's hands and started to stroke and feel the texture of the horn. The horn seemed very foreign and strange, it was like it never saw a horn in it's life time. It held the horn up to it's face and lightly licked it, not knowing what it is or who it is from. "Pleh!" the creature spit in disgust as it held the horn away from it's face. After the creature recovered from the horrible taste, it rubbed it's chin in thought, shrugged then put the horn in it's small satchel then headed back towards the library with a slight smile on it's face.

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