Fractured

Epilogue Part 1

Dawn shot awake to find that daylight was creeping through the tent flaps. Her mother was still sleeping beside her. Maybe everything would be alright. She snuggled in close and went back to sleep again, not a single dream disturbed her this time.

And so the once mighty Republic was elminated in a single blow. With the majority of their heores dead, many of the rebels scattered, trying there best to return to a semblence of mormality. Without any threat from the now dwindled rebels, the Queen's reign seemed secure. She began a relentless pursiut of Luna and the remaining survivors, determinedly trying to pick them off one by one.

In this time, Dawn grew up from the innocent filly she once was. She quickly learned the tools of the trade, and within weeks of the Republic's fall, killed for the first time. She became a fighter that rivaled the best and a spell caster that made even Queen Tyrannus blink. Her power was not enough to turn the tide, however. The Queen's war machine crushed any attempts to strike back and the noose began to tighten around the rebels' throats.

Broken, beaten and on the run, the rebels retreated into the mountains, a terrain more suited to their style of combat. Here they regrouped and gathered strength.

Here, they created a plan.