>You are Anonymous the Lich
>You will stop at nothing to annihilate these pathetic ponies and their world.
>The shadows hide your undead form as you stalk the depths of the forest, watching the six… Ponies, return home.
>Even in this place, darkness is an ally, and it lovingly caresses you in its embrace.
>You ooze from the darkest recesses of the trees, and look down from a high branch at the ponies.
>”I dunno Twi, that Anon feller wasn’t what I’d call normal.”
>”I agree, Applejack, but I don’t think we have anything to really go on, do we?”
>That white one is deep in thought.
>Odd.
>You’d taken her for an aristocrat.
>Thinking should be below her.
>”Don’t think for a second girls that he was trying to make friends.”
>Very smart. Would need to watch her carefully.
>”I still don’t like it any though. What’s he doin’ in the Everfree anyway?”
>This Applejack was inquisitive, unfortunately; though a small part of you is glad they’re sharper than they appeared at first.
>This game of shadows would be all the more enjoyable.
>You know enough.
>Fading back into the darkness, you cackle to yourself, your burning eyes the last thing to fade away into the murk of the shadows.
 
>It has been two days sense you were approached.
>The ponies know you exist, but know nothing of you.
>While you wished you could erect your tower in silence, and keep the element of surprise, you can be content with the outcome.
>Now, moving your tower?
>That was easy.
>You have sense moved it to a tall cliff-edge, a large meadow out in front.
>Once you have dominated this land, you will have to make this simple tower into a castle befitting your magnificence.
>The ponies would be grasping at shadows and smoke if they tried to hunt you down.
>Perfect.
>You turn from your balcony, and grasp your newly-built Phylactory tightly.
>It is a gilded box, filled with thousands of rare jems, each radiating magical power, rings and various trinkets.
>Few would guess that the Phylactory its self is one of the hinges, made of pure star-metal, wrenched from the heart of this worlds sun.
>Most would shatter the box and destroy the rings and gems, and call it a day.
>Setting it down on your desk, you pull open a scroll.
>You have much work to do.
 
>It begins simple.
>You must observe Ponyville, Fillydelphia, the world at large in fact.
>You must learn of this place, learn how it works.
>And once you understand it, you can tear it apart, piece by bloody piece.
>Rising after Nerull knows how long, you stride to your balcony, the rising sun giving little indication as to the time you’ve spent planning and brooding.
>It is the beginning of the end for this world.
>Ironic it is herald by a rising sun.
>The deepening shadows cast by the scarce light accept you into their embrace.
>You move through the dark underworld of Equestria, free of the horrors that plague many other planes in the realm between Light and Dark.
>The world passes in a blurr, as you meld back into reality in Ponyville, hugging to an alleyway.
>The ponies are not about just yet. You don’t expect them too, they are creatures of peace.
>It’s doubtful they’ve needed to raise a militia to force back the eldritch horrors that roam the Multiverse.
>It will make your conquest all the more easy.
>You fall into the shadows again, this time moving for the Library.
>You will take the time to read the books now, to truly get a firm grasp of what there is to know about this world.
 
>The Library is host to Twilight Sparkle and her dragon pet.
>You knew she had a dragon, but you did not expect it to be an assistant.
>These Ponies seem odd, to keep such a powerful creature around as a pet.
>If this dragon were to go rogue, he could easily do lasting harm to the ponyfolk.
>You wait in the whispering darkness of the Library, behind the walls in an impossible place.
>Eventually, you watch as Twilight leaves, taking spike with her.
>She seems to be in high moods, along with the dragon.
>Foolish girl, what is there to be happy about?
>Every second her death ticks closer, and she is wasting time on petty emotions.
>You scoff as you bleed from the walls, returning to the true world.
>Your hate for these things grows all the more at their idiocy.
>Such is the folly of the living, however…
>You will enjoy showing them the peace of death.
>But this is musings for later.
>Now, you have to focus on researching this world.
>Runes dance across the floor and float in the air.
>Your arcane power flows from your hands in brackish mists, swirling like oil smoke through the air.
>Books of all sorts fly from the shelves in various sections of the library as you set down to read.
 
>Time flies as your memorize tome after tome.
>The Basics of Magic
>The History of Equestria
>The Elements of Harmony
>Bestiary Cryptium
>All sorts of knowledge on this land, Equestria, fills your being.
>Timber Wolves, the correct name for those idiot beasts that attacked you, while silly, is fitting.
>You spend most of the day rifling through book after book, scouring them for knowledge.
>It was only when you reach your last one, that you leave your seat, the book flying away to a vacant position on the shelf.
>You know everything you need to know, for now, a mere four hours later.
>You will return and study every book here eventually, but for now, you have other things to worry about.
>Namely, the small orange pony with red hair looking up at you in fright.
 
“What do you want?”
>Your voice is heavy with malice and an ancient severity.
>You are the Eternal Evil of your home.
>You do not see a reason to lessen your contempt for the living based on age.
>With a frightened ‘eep!’ she backs away, slightly, your visage and tone working in tandem.
>”Uhm.. I was just, uh… Finding the new book of Daring Doo!”
>She smiles at you, her eyes wide.
>Disgusting.
“Be gone, whelp, I have no time for your inane mumblings.”
>You glide past, not sparing a second look, and reach into the shadows.
>The darkness leans out to touch you, eager for you once more.
>”Mister..  Uhm.. robes guy?”
>You pause, and slowly turn your baleful gaze upon here.
“What?”
>Nothing but venom in your voice, not a touch of kindness.
>”What are you doing going that way? The door is over-“
>Silence, you idiot beast.
“I do not desire the door, I desire an exit.”
>The tendrils of darkness reach around you, as you melt into the shadows again, leaving a stunned filly in your wake.
>You could not imagine the impact this would have.