Twilight and her friends have discovered Tambelon, but have been separated due to various types of spells, traps, and hallucinations created by their fears. Twilight, however, is only directed to the Dark Lord himself, as Grogar yearns for a chat with the legendary “Princess of Friendship.”

Grogar: Twilight Sparkle. If I have to be honest, I was expecting you to be slightly taller.


Twilight: Speak for yourself, I expected you to be smaller. Your…..unnaturally huge.


Grogar: I’m not sure whether to be offended or to be amused, but I’ll take your word. In any case, it IS a sincere honor to meet you at last, little princess.

The ram lets out a slight chuckle, dry and witless. Almost mocking. Twilight, having noticed, winces in both mild disgust and a hint of intimidation.

Twilight: Lets cut to the chase. You’ve threatened my kingdom and are endangering my friends. Why? What have we done to you?


Grogar: Nothing. Nothing at all. Well, not THEM, anyway.


Twilight: I’m afraid I don’t follow?

Grogar: Let‘s just say, for simplicity’s sake, I have been traveling across Equestria from one mirror to the next since last year, after a certain Pegasus foal stole away the magic from Equestria, freeing me from the depths of Tartarus and allowing me to convince one foolish donkey to set me free from my accursed mirror prison. I am, to put it bluntly, depressed by the state of things.


Grogar twitched violently, the thought of seeing his once proud “empire” reduced to a world of parties and color. A world without any glory. It sickened him.

Grogar: You, your muling mentors, and that treacherous Gusty as well as that self-righteous Starswirl have ruined my world. My empire was vast and glorious and triumphant. You should’ve been there! I brought ALL the people’s of the world together. I created a nation out of savages and gem-eaters. I built the future, Sparkle, ME! You and your kind have soiled everything I’ve built! Everything I worked for, gone! All because of you.

Twilight: You're blaming me for history taking its course? A history I had no part of? No, Grogar. What happened was destiny. Your fate was decided the moment you declared war on all ponies and enslaved creatures everywhere, and when Gusty and Starswirl rose up against you!

Grogar was fuming, his face contorting into a vicious death glare that made Twilight feel cold and barren. Never had she seen such raw, evil hatred before.

Grogar: Nevertheless, I will ensure that, after I’ve killed you and your pathetic excuse for, heh, “friends.” I will use all of my magic to dispose of Equestria, down to the last stone. Then, with the Bewitching Bell that stayed with me all these years, create a NEW world. Teeming with life! That never knew of your ways of friendship. All they will know is a world ruled by its eternal ruler. A world without ponies, a world without Equestria…A new world of Tambelon!


Twilight: Born from blood.

Grogar: They’ll never know it. Cause YOU won’t be alive to tell them!


A vicious duel ensues…