Last night, as King Sombra retired to his chambers, sleep took hold of him in its icy grasp. But instead of the usual darkness and twisted visions that haunt his dreams, a new horror unfolded before his very eyes. In this nightmare, he was not the tyrant ruler of the Crystal Empire, but a kind and benevolent king. The citizens, instead of cowering in fear, looked upon him with love and admiration.
The very thought of such a scenario filled Sombra with disgust. To be adored and revered by those he ruled over, it was a fate worse than death. The power that coursed through his veins was not meant to inspire love, but fear. The Crystal Heart, a mere trinket in this dream, was nothing compared to the terror he could instill in his subjects with a mere glance.
As the nightmare continued, Sombra found himself surrounded by laughter and joy. The citizens of the Crystal Empire danced in the streets, their faces alight with happiness. It was a sickening sight, one that made his blood boil with rage. How dare they defy him, how dare they turn their backs on the true ruler of the empire?
In a fit of anger, Sombra raised his hoof and called forth a wave of dark magic, engulfing the city in shadow. The joyous laughter turned to screams of terror as the citizens realized the true nature of their king. But even as they fled in panic, Sombra felt no satisfaction in their fear. It was hollow, meaningless.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the nightmare ended. Sombra awoke in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. The memory of the dream lingered, a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew now, more than ever, that his place was not among the beloved, but the feared. To be anything else was to betray his very essence.
And so, as the first light of dawn crept through the windows of his chambers, King Sombra made a silent vow to himself. He would never allow such a nightmare to become reality. The Crystal Empire would tremble at his feet, and he would reign supreme as the true master of darkness.