The Dark Lord approaches
In the white and the cold, in the face of darkness, this army awaits.
Never in living memory, or even in the surviving texts from before Discord was such a diverse group of species described as fighting together, one alongside each other.
Never had this many gryphons, Yaks and Diamond Dogs come together to face a common threat. This could very well be the strongest army to ever be formed, and if stronger ever existed their every trace was lost to time.
And yet, it might still not be enough.
The Dark Lord approaches, mighty and terrible. His eyes are like fire, his heart knows no mercy.
He's a kinslayer, not a single member of his race spared from his fury.
He's a betrayer, enslaver of those who raised him from child to adult.
Virtue has no place in what remains of his soul.
He is, in many ways, worse than Discord himself, for even the Mad God never stooped so low as to deprive an entire people of their ability to even
think. Even in the chaos he brought life was free to continue. To adapt and overcome. Sometimes even to thrive.
But not under this one.
In fact Discord would have never tolerated the young upstart, with his stolen power and delusion of grandeur. That much everyone would grant, even
Discord had standards.
And so the the slaves march, their souls crying in despair behind the cold helmets, praying for a miracle to save them, to free them...to kill them if no other salvation was possible.
And so the soldiers stand, ready for the coming fight.
All over the continent nobody slept quietly that night.
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so, i've wanted to write an omake for a few days, but i simply couldn't get the right idea.
until now.
I know it's short, but it will have to do.
@Questor
EDIT: also X]The tithe