One week had past since the death of Sombra's mother. It was a small simple ceremony. Sombra's closest friends had attended. The baker had provided food, the dress maker had fashioned a beautiful white dress for the mare. Her dark mane and fur complemented the white dress to such an extent it looked like snow had fallen perfectly on her cold body. Osirus had shown his face at the funeral long enough to scoff at the coffin and tell Sombra.

"It took her long enough."

Sombra glared at him with such hatred it reminded Osirus of the night in the woods. For a second his eyes widened in fear. But in almost the same instant they were cold and hateful once again. Osirus smirked at the tiny foal, and walked away to the carriage that would take him back to his throne in the crystal kingdom.

Sombra returned to the morning of his departed mother. He sobbed as his mother's body was lowered into the ground. As each shovel full of dirt was dumped onto the casket Sobmra's cries became louder and harder. Ponys came and gave their condolences, but none of it helped. Sombra had never felt so alone in his life. The one pony. The only thing he held so close to his heart was taken from him. He hated it. He didn't want to lose anything. Or anyone. Sombra felt so much all at once. He felt anger. He felt sorrow. He felt an horrifying urge to control. Control over everything. He didn't understand why. But he wanted to own everything, and everyone.

Of course! If he owned them they couldn't leave him. He could keep them safe. Keep them close.

"No...Mom wouldn't want that." He reminded himself. She hated being a slave. The loss of freedom, the cruel abusive master, and the loss of status. To be looked at as less of a being. Whatever had such a hold on his heart had passed. Instead he returned to crying.

"That look, I know it well."

Sombra turned his head slowly to come face to face with a mare with dark blue fur and a star speckled flowing mane of night.

"Princess Luna." Sombra whispered. She nodded her head in agreement.

"You were thinking cruel thoughts." Luna said. Sombra lowered his head in shame. Luna smiled . "It's fine child. As one walks the same path I assure you it is not pleasant. Try to suppress those thoughts. Ones with immense power cannot let our emotions run wild. Then the innocent will suffer."

"I mean no disrespect Lady Luna, but why are you here?" Sombra asked. Luna lowered her head as if to figure it out herself.

"We do not know. Maybe we felt sorrow for thou. Something compelled us to come." She lowered her head to meet Sombra's eyes. "Perhaps we felt a fellow soul of darkness in need of comfort." She turned and walked off using her magic to teleport away in a cloud of blue and black.

While Luna's visit had been short it had done wonders for Sombra. He no longer felt the cruelness he had before. Sombra realized that his mother's death would be hard on him. But he could learn to live by himself. But he would morn for a little while longer. Sombra's horn began to glow red as letters appeared in the stone. His mother needed a name. Although it was unorthodox he would name his mother. "Mater" meaning "Mother" in Latin, appeared on the stone. He smiled as tears flowed from his eyes. He stood at the foot of his mothers headstone as he hung his head in silence.

Osirus stood out of sight. He cursed Luna. She had set him back months. The curse he put on Sombra's mother had taken too long to work. Osirus had lost valuable time trying to break his son. He thought that the death of his mother would be enough to push his son at least a little further down the path of cruelty.

"No matter." Osirus whispered. "If I have to I will break him myself."