Chapter XXXIII

Hello Everybody, Goldenponyboy here! Raise a little shout! Raise a little cheer! Goldenponyboy Proudly Presents... Yes, I am back with the next section of this story. You know, I noticed something. When you don't write for a couple YEARS, not much happens in this world. Huh... well, Imma back! THE FIC IS THE THING!

Paul continued to run around his prison, hoping for some chance of escape. Every step he took, he felt as if a magnet was holding him in place. He tried to cast a spell but could not muster one. "Let me out of here!" he screamed, praying to whatever god was listening that he would be free.

None answered.

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Sombra watched with great pleasure as his grandson struggled within the magic holding cell. "Simpleminded child... I will let you out when you have learned your mistake."

Sombra turned his gaze from the projected image out toward the ocean his ruins overlooked. This world would be his first. Equestria would be simple to overtake, but this one might prove a challenge. A world where magic does not belong, where the inhabitants were forced to create their own forms of magic.

Gunpowder.

Explosives.

Sombra's face lit up as he thought of the greatest magic mankind had developed.

Nuclear Warfare.

"Yes... that's how I will do it."

Standing from his throne, he lifted a hand into the air. Snapping his fingers, he called for his followers.

"Men?"

Again, no answer. Then Sombra dropped his head with a laugh. "Of course... Paul, you have done me proud."

With an ornate gesture, Sombra vanished in a cloud of black smoke.

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"So you are a mystical being from another world?"

Blaze had been drilling Goldenponyboy from the moment after he spoke with Luna. "I wouldn't say mystical."

"But you do have powers, yes?"

"I... might?"

"Might?"

"Well, see, the thing is, I am not sure if I can use them while I'm here. My Authority is only at its maximum while I am behind a computer."

"A... what?" Aerial and Fleet had been listening in on the conversation with the utmost curiosity and confusion.

"A computer... but how did we get on this topic? Aren't we supposed to be saving the worlds or something?"

Blaze held a hoof to his chin, doing the most serious thinking he could. "Okay, I'm we're going to need fifty baby seals and some hand lotion. If I could just squeeze-"

"Imma stop you there," Goldenponyboy said, looking at the rest of the party. "Now, for real, the first order of business is to get the lot of you back to Earth. Sombra is there, which makes me think that Paul or Jack or whoever he is now may be there as well."

"How are we supposed to fight an immortal?" Fleet asked, shaking slightly at the thought of her certain doom.

"We're going to need maps of London, access to the security network, twelve Jammy Dodgers, and a fez."

Goldenponyboy looked at Blaze, absentmindedly tapping his fingers in the air. A zipper appeared from seemingly nowhere and zipped Blaze's mouth shut.

Aerial watched the scene and said accusingly, "So you have your powers, but you're going to use them for practical jokes?"

"Not so much." Goldenponyboy waved his hand, erasing Blaze's zipper. "I wanted to make sure I still had them in the first place, but now is not the time to argue. Come on." He put his hand before him. "We have to get back to Earth. Paul could be in big trouble."

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Sombra walked through the doors of the building with no trouble, despite the countless bullet holes that now riddled his body. "Not much a service you gentlemen are performing," he said with a smirk as a burst of magic incapacitated all those with guns in the courtyard.

Strutting through the hallways and corridors with relative ease, Sombra came at last to the door he most desperately wanted. He walked through the door, revealing the small, toad-like man with his yellow comb-over cowering in his chair. "Now what is the meaning of this?" the president asked.

Sombra walked up and sat himself opposite of the small man. "You are a man in a position of great power, yes?"

"Well, I would like to think so. I am the man in the chair, yes. I am used to being the man with the big chair, and the big-"

Sombra snapped his fingers, causing the fat man to raise into the air. "Then you are going to listen to me. I have an offer you cannot refuse."

Chapter Complete. Wow... It feels so good to be back where the action is happening. I will take these characters somewhere safe while we plan the next part of our story. Until then, R&R AND ADIOS!