King Sombra

As the king’s once mighty horn, cracked and broken off sits on your counter, you simply are just sitting to the side, reading your book. The horn then starts to shake with power. A large ball of flames irrupt’s from it, pushing it back up against the wall. As the smoke clears, a pony stands where the horn once was. King Sombra. He looks down at you with disgust but then smirks. He then uses his magic to pull you closer. “Hello there weakling~.. now what would your name be?”

King Sombra : “I demand you take me back to the Crystal empire, or things will not end well for you.” Me : “No! You are weak here with no power! You cannot force your will on me!”