We flew over Vanhoover, yet our carefulness proved useless as we were soon shot down. Now I must lead my team back home. But which way is home truly?

It had been 5 years after the Diamond Dog rebellion and just as things are starting to calm down the Griffons have declared war on the Equestrian Alliance and all who ally themselves with Pony kind.

The Hunger Games were designed to, entertain, teach, and train us. How wrong was I. The games themselves were designed to kill us and I was just another contestant in their bloodbath.

It would appear that I have died in duty; yet mien spirit lives on in this body unlike my own. I have unt hooves were my hands used to be!

"Blood and honor is what flows through our veins." What a crock of shit. What flows through mines? I'm a bastard who no one loves; so I left home and set out to make a name for my self. What better place to do that than Ponyville.