[DISCONTINUED] -The Elements of Disharmony Book One- §Shadows and Flame§

Chapter 2

Hey. My name's Ravena Nightshade, but since you apparently like me enough to notice me (stalkerish personality or not) you can call me Raven. I'm going to tell you a little story. It's about how my mom became an evil overlord's general and lover.

It was the height of the Obsidian War. The soldiers, Flyers, Terraes and Magicians alike were trudging up a steep mountain slope.
Everyone was impacted in some way by the austere winter wind. Some had gotten fatal frostbite and had dropped down dead in the snow. Others were frozen solid.
Thousands of dark silhouettes marched on robotically. Their destination? The mountains of the Crystal Empire, the city that Cadence and Shining Armor ruled. King Sombra, the king of shadows himself, had risen again (seriously, that guy was persistent).
The people came from everywhere, from Manehattan to Canterlot and some even came from Kludgetown. Everyone banded together to fight, because there were rumors that Sombra had more than just the shadows on his side. Some who escaped from the slavery mines spread tales of Sombra planning to take a bride. Someone who was strong, and determined, and extra destructive and bloodthirsty.

This is where my mom comes in. Tempest Storm, former general of the Storm King's army, was leading the charge against Sombra. She was the brightest, bubbliest, most energetic person in the army. Every time somebody fell into the snow, she would help them up. When somebody started lagging, she would whisper encouraging words to catch back up to the rest of the troops. She herself was a magician, though she couldn't do normal magic.
When she was a kid, she encountered an Ursa Major while looking for an object to practice magic with. She was attacked, and the Ursa messed up her hand big time. Long story short, she got resentful after her friends ditched her, went to work for a villain, discovered the magic of friendship, blah blah blah. You get the idea.
After 6 hours of nonstop marching, they came to the summit. Peering over, everyone could see the glimmering form of the crystal empire. The glitter didn't fool anybody-there was a maniac running the joint, and it was only a matter of time before he struck.
"Alright everyone," Tempest shouted to everyone. "Let's make camp here tonight. We strike at dawn, when the shadows are weak. For Equestria!" "For Equestria," came the reply. Hundreds of hopeful, desperate voices cheering for themselves and the future.

The next day, they readied themselves. In the night, more soldiers sent from Cloudsdale came. The army was around 1000 strong, and every soldier had the determination of hundreds. Tempest grinned, the single scratch left by the Ursa marring her smile. "People of Equestria," she yelled, "CHARGE!!!"
Out they came, pouring from the mountains like water from a faucet. As soon as they reached the border of the empire, disaster struck. Black crystals erupted out of the ground, encasing ponies in cages of rock, or piercing their bodies and creating spurting waterfalls of blood.
Then came the shadows. Long, stringy shadows that tied themselves like cords around soldier's legs, tripping and strangling them. Soldiers in dark armor loaded the bound people into wagons, and carted them away to become servants or miners. Some might have even been forced to join the army.
Tempest was fighting her hardest, stabbing one soldier, beheading another, but to no avail. She was losing numbers fast, so she pulled out her last fail-safe.
She concentrated with all her power, her hand glowing with magic. She though, Give me the biggest explosion you can, you useless deadweight.
It glowed brighter, blinding the nearby soldiers and herself. Her fingertips started sparking, and she let loose a gutteral war cry. She punched the air, and when her arm was fully extended, everything around it turned to ash. The explosion was huge, and only the deafening BOOM could be heard by the soldiers. Tempest herself could only see white, but could hear the explosion and the faint sound of screams. It was like a background noise supporting a main singer: people, being disintegrated by her destructive magic.
The end result was astounding. Obsidian and Equestrian soldiers within a 10 meter radius of her were vaporized. The grass around her feet was black, and she was in the dead center of a shallow, but smoking crater. All the other soldiers stopped and stared, some awestruck and others terrified. It was eerily quiet, until Tempest heard the sound of armored footsteps.
She looked straight ahead and she saw him: King Sombra, flanked by guards in black crystal armor. He himself was wearing grey armor, and a bloodred cape hung from his broad shoulders. His black, wavy hair reached down to his shoulders, and a grey and red crown adorned his forehead. His eyes were red like his cape, and his lime green sclera and the purple smoke emitting from the corners of his eyes made them stand out against his silver skin. He had the wispy beginnings of a beard, slowly growing around his squarish jaw.
Tempest was grabbed by the strong arms of obsidian soldiers, and she did nothing. This was the King Sombra, the lord of nightmares himself. She had heard he was frightening, but what she felt was a whole new level of terror. His persona literally radiated fear, and his glowering face demanded respect. Though he was kinda handsome...
Tempest was forced to kneel at his feet, chains adorning her arms. He grabbed her chin with his broad hand, and forced her face up. He examined her all over, taking in the scar over her left eye, her striking blue eyes, and her mangled hand. "You know, they say you're pretty terrifying, but they don't do you justice," commented Tempest. Sombra dropped her face and said nothing in return. He started making a slow circle around her. Tempest cleared her throat and tried again. "So, you're the high and mighty evil king of darkness. I was expecting something a little more, well, scary. You're pretty chill." Again, he said nothing.
"You don't say much, do you?" Sombra paused, and looked her straight in the eyes. She stared back, determined to keep her cool. He stopped staring at her after around 10 seconds. Tempest stayed silent, wanting not to piss off the nightmare king. He took a seat in front of her, on his knees. He reached for her head and Tempest tensed. He pulled a streak of her dark magenta hair from behind her ear and she slapped his hand. "Keep your hands off me," she snapped.
Sombra was quite taken aback. Never in his entire reign had he been struck outside of war and battles, and never in his life had he been spoken to in such a sassy manner. Actually, the more he thought about it, he'd never had a woman speak to him, other than the princesses mocking him. Or the times when Celestia used to flirt with him and playfully slapped his hand.
He mentally shook himself out of his flashbacks. He smirked, snow-white fangs glinting. Tempest scowled back, ready for any torture he had in store for her. He stood, and barked, "Chain the prisoner and take her to the castle. I have a few plans in store for her." He emphasized the word plans maliciously. That is SO cliche, thought Tempest. He threw back his head and laughed. His deep voice echoed around the barren battlefield. Tempest cocked an eyebrow.
"Really?" she asked. Sombra stopped and looked at her. "Twilight sends me to some God-forsaken place to fight a great emperor, and I end up losing most of my soldiers to rocks and I have to deal with a moronic sh*t bag who thinks he's soo great. Well, news flash, you're an even bigger idiot than the Storm King. A big, huge, son of a b*tch level idiot." In the background, most of Sombra's soldiers were smiling.
"He tries to take over an empire," she continued, "And he gets defeated, not once, but twice by a teenage magician and a baby dragon. And he already had half the freaking empire under his power!" His soldiers were turning away, not wanting to look at their king. Even his general, Black Fire, was stifling his giggles.
Tempest grinned cheekily. Her eyes said it all: You gonna deny it? Sombra drew closer, shadows following in his wake. Tempest didn't flinch and held her ground. It would take more than a tyrannical king to scare her. After all, she had worked for the Storm King, an incredibly powerful person who almost took over Equestria for good. Also, when she was his general, she took out 3 of the royal princesses, including Celestia, the most powerful goddess in Equestria, in under 5 minutes. She was very capable of handling what Sombra would throw at her.
"Speak to me like that again," he growled, "And I'll have that sharp tongue of yours ripped out." He was so close, the tip of his nose was almost touching hers. She wrinkled her nose and replied, "Dude, can you lay off the evil warlord toothpaste? The stench is melting my nostrils." A few of Sombra's soldiers started giggling.
"Also, what kind of a name is Sombra," she said flatly. Then, suddenly, she started giggling. "What's so funny," Sombra snapped. "I'm sorry," she said, struggling to keep her laughter contained. "I am so sorry! It's just, I imagine you going up to the mirror in the morning and saying, 'You know what would be a really kick-*ss name? Sombra, The Shadow King!'" A few more soldiers giggled at Tempest's impression of their boss. She laughed, "What was your second choice? Pebble, King of The Rocks?
Silence for around 3 seconds. Then, general Black Fire started giggling. Then, giggling turned to laughing. Then, one person laughing turned to the whole army dissolving into a cacophony of giggles. This went on for around 30 seconds before Sombra summoned the shadows to wrap around everybody's throats. "Forget becoming my bride," he seethed in front of Tempest. "You die now." Little specks of spittle dotted her face and she stuck her tongue out like a 5 year old. "Wait, bride," she asked. "Dude, you're just the meet 'em & marry 'em, huh?" She patted his arm, whose hand was holding a crystal sword. "Well, you have a good day, with your no life and crazy *ss.
Sombra sighed. "Forget it," he groaned. "Let her go, she's too annoying."
"Awww," groaned the soldiers. "She's good for laughs," one piped up. "A savage too," said another.
"She'd make a fine fighter with her magic," pointed out Black Fire. Sombra groaned, facepalming himself. "Fine," he let his hand drop limply to his side. "You can keep her as a soldier." Eventually, around 2 months after the fight, they started dating. She thought he was cute when he was flustered, he thought she was just knockout gorgeous. Mother told me that he just thought that after she vaporized 3 moving targets, stabbed 7 in their hearts and lopped off another's head. Blood-covered, destruction raging all around, she had never looked prettier in his eyes.

So, that's their story. How they met, how my mother is a savage, and how nobody messes with Tempest Storm when she's pissed.