Dipping my toes in the semi-embarrassing, but oh-so-fun world of fan fiction. I believe the below image speaks for itself.
Here’s a sample. Read Part One here (Part Two will be up in a few days):
“So, that’s all I know,” said Twilight as the six friends finished up their cider. “And I couldn’t find one word about any of this in any of my books.”
“I gotta say, Twilight, that’s weird; even for us,” said Applejack. “And you have no idea who this here ‘King of Terror’ is?”
“None whatsoever,” sighed Twilight. “I even asked Sunset, but she doesn’t know anything about it either, so it’s not from her world.”
“And we’ve been combing the library all morning looking for anything that might even remotely be related, and came up with nadda,” Spike said.
“Hm,” said Rarity. “I suppose if it comes from another world, there wouldn’t be anything, would there?”
“But then how are we supposed to prepare for it?” said Twilight. “What was the point of warning us?”
“Apparently, not so that you could read up on it,” said Rainbow Dash.
“Yeah!” put in Pinkie. “If that was it, I’m sure the Shubba-Wubbas would have told you what book to read.”
Twilight elected not to address Pinkie’s pronunciation of ‘Shobijin.'”
“Okay,” she said. “But how will we know how to fight the King of Terror? Or even who he is, or when he’s started his attack?”
“Uh,” said Spike, looking out the window. “I’m pretty sure we’ll know.”
He pointed. The ponies all looked and gasped. A huge shape was approaching at high speeds, beating the air with enormous wings.
“Dragon!” Rainbow Dash shouted. Fluttershy shrieked and dived under the table. Twilight telekinetically pulled her out and the six ran to meet the oncoming monstrosity.
“You think that’s the King of Terror?” asked Applejack.
“It’s certainly scary enough,” said Pinkie.
“But it’s just a dragon,” said Rainbow Dash. “You’d think something from another world would be, you know, different. I mean, we have dragons; there’s nothing special about them.”
“Yes, there is!” said Fluttershy, still trying to escape Twilight’s magic. “They’re terrifying!”
The monster dragon soared lower and lower, making for an empty field about a mile or so outside of Ponyville. The six raced to intercept him. Then Spike realized something.
“Hold on,” he said. “That’s Torch!”
“Who?” asked Rainbow.
“The former dragon lord,” said Spike. “What’s he doing here?”
“So…not the King of Terror?”
“No way,” Spike answered. “Just an ordinary, home grown…giant dragon.”
Fluttershy squeaked in terror.
“Don’t worry, Fluttershy,” said Spike. “He’s…well, he’s not nice, but he’s all right as dragons go.”
“Besides, he’s Princess Ember’s father. You like Ember, right?” said Twilight.
“Yes, Ember’s nice,” said Fluttershy, who seemed comforted enough to at least stop trying to fly away. “I hope her dad isn’t angry about anything.”
The six ponies and Spike galloped into the field before the enormous dragon. Torch was almost as large as Twilight’s whole castle, and he looked exhausted. Not only that, but he was bruised and bleeding from numerous fresh-looking injuries, and his armor was rent and dented in places. His daughter, Princess Ember the Dragon Lord, was riding on the top of his head. The blue-and-gold dragon was considerably smaller than her father; not a whole lot bigger than Twilight, in fact. She soared down to meet them, looking just as haggard at her father, though she was free from injuries. The Bloodstone Scepter that marked her status was still in her hand.
“Spike,” she said. “Princess Twilight. We need help.”
“What is it?” asked Twilight. “What happened?”
“We’ve been overthrown,” Torch growled.
“You remember Garble?” said Ember. “Well, he’s back. And he’s…different. Bigger; a lot bigger. And much more powerful! He must have gotten his hands on some kind of magic or something; I’ve never seen anything like it! He just suddenly attacked this morning and overwhelmed us.”
“I don’t understand,” said Spike. “Shouldn’t the Bloodstone Scepter make it so that he can’t do anything against your orders?”
“Yeah, it should,” said Ember. “But it didn’t do anything! He didn’t even flinch when I ordered him to stand down. He just flew right up and attacked my father and…well…”
“‘E threw me about like I was a tiny manticore!” Torch admitted. “Absolutely destroyed me. Never had anything like that happen in a hundred years!”
“I ordered every dragon in the area to help, but all it did was slow him down a bit,” Ember went on. “Finally we just flew for it, leaving him in control of the dragon lands. We came here hoping you could help us.”
“Of course!” said Spike. “We’ll do everything we can!”
He turned to Twilight.
“Uh, which is…what?”
Twilight tapped her chin, thinking. This had to have something to do with the King of Terror…but that couldn’t mean Garble; she’d met Garble before, and he wasn’t from any other world.
“First of all, we should discuss this with Princess Celestia. If Garble’s taken over the Dragon Lands, he’ll be heading for Equestria next. Come on, Ember; there’s something I need to tell you about on the way…”