Lord of the Undead
Darth Scabrous was alive. Somehow.
He walked through the blowing snow of Odacer-Faustin...or some other snowy planet he was on. His Sith Academy...was all but gone. Every Student, every Master was nothing but dead...a Zombie.
He held to his red lightsaber and the Sith sword of Darth Drear as he kept walking, wondering who was watching him in the distance. Could it be...his creations?.
He tightened the grip on his weapons.
The Filly
The Cutie Mark Crusaders were all resting, tired of helping Daenerys walking a bunch of miles. Sweetie Belle then opened her eyes when Applebloom nudged her lightly.
"Okay, Sweetie Bell, it's your turn to help the Queen now," Applebloom said. She was a little dirty from walking and her eyes were a little bloodshot but, just like Sweetie Belle, she had learned to live with this as time went on.
The young Unicorn sighed and got up. She yawned, stretched, and rubbed her eyes before she walked to the tent where Daenerys slept. She walked in to see her holding one of those Dragon eggs.
Sweetie gasped."Dany?!" She yelled as the white-haired woman held the burning hot egg, yet there was no emotion on pain on her face.
Sweetie Belle then used her magic (It still kinda bothered her that Zayne called it 'the Force') and was barely able to lift the Dragon egg and put it on the burning rocks. She panted because she was not that good with using magic.
Sweetie noticed that Daenerys hands were not red or burned at all.