Journal of Silver Steel

April, 25

I used to be a steel smith in Canterlot. I'd manufacture armor, shields, and weapons for the Royal Guard. Sometimes even building materials. But, after Canterlot was raided, General Armour had the Royal Guard deployed to The Changeling Empire for an invasion. As much as I didn't want to, I was drafted. General Armour had sent the more unfriendly type of ponies to be sent first, saying, "The Changelings feed off of caring. We must send the most hateful of ponies to The Changeling Empire."

Being the smallest in my school, and at home, I'd always get picked on for being short, and I still get shit for it. I guess the bullying had made me bitter enough to be drafted. I was assigned as a leader of a Charger brigade. I was fitted with Chrome Armour, to signify my placement above my stallions, and deployed in the southern side of their empire. As of now, I am in a boat, headed west to The Changeling Empire. I can't wait to sink my spear deep into Queen Chrysalis' throat. I just can't wait any longer to kill one'a those little bugs. Maybe I'll be able to impale one with my horn. Now that'd just be dandy.

But I should get my mind off combat, and back to learning barricade spells, and lethal spells, and that sorta shit. Maybe one of the lethal spells will be able to punch a hole right though the little fops. Or maybe I could just use my telekinesis to rip their wings off. But, I definitely need to learn how use my magic to keep myself from getting killed. Because that's the last thing I need, is to have an insect take a chunk out of my neck.

April, 30

There were no recent entries for past four days, because all we've been doing is sailing to their shit-hole of a country. But today, we've finally landed! I was surprised to see no Changelings to greet us. It wasn't until we got further up the beach, that we were attacked. "They're coming out of the damn wood-work!" said somepony in an assaulter legion, somepony in my brigade replied to him, "They are the wood-work!" I had to cast a force-field to keep my stallions safe, but they fed off my want to keep my brigade alive, and quickly abolished the field. I had fallen back behind a rock, along with my stallions. About half of that legion were cut down. It took us two hours to take that damn beach. We could barely get the charger shields set up so we could break through there lines. After we did that, we set up camp at the mouth of the swamp, that came after the beach.

Night had fallen, and two of the Chargers in my brigade went in search of lumber for a fire. Only one came back. We don't know if the other got lost or was killed by an animal. But, we have been hearing this odd, scratchy sound. We'll find out in the morning. But, I can't shake the feeling that we aren't the only ones here.

May, 1

We had found him. They one that wen't missing last night, just up the trail from our camp. He had a hole in his neck, that a horn would fit into perfectly. Poor bastard. Must've bled out, or drowned in his own blood. It couldn't have been an animal, and it couldn't have been the other guy, because they split up. Maybe that's why I was cautious about going to sleep. The Changelings were still there.

By, hell. We came across a village within the swamp. General Armour called for "all out war", which meant, whatever we can find that's Changeling, we destroy. We had set up the Charger shields and charged in, followed by a Legion. The very first Changeling we killed was a little one. The little guy was just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. I ran right into him with my shield, tripping him. After that he was trampled to death by the Legion. Our battle wizards set the whole place ablaze. Guards were falling out of the huts, begging for help. Their skin, melting off their faces. It was a gruesome sight. But, orders are orders.

May, 2

We camped in the ruins of that village the last night. All I could smell was ash, and burning flesh. We were awoken, at about six A.M. to a green explosion on the opposite side of the village. All we saw were green streaks falling from the sky, and exploding. We fled the village. It didn't take us that long to figure out they were firing Magic Mortars at us. After we fled the village we were ambushed, by bushes. We wouldn't have know they were Changelings, unless one hadn't made the rookie mistake of loosing their balance. Once that happened, they charged. Out of the tree line, I caught one by accident when I whipped around. The bastard ran right into my horn. Midst the chaos, I got to use my telekinesis to rip one's wings off. I didn't know what damage it would do you him. When I ripped them off, I took a bone or two with 'em. He shrieked. His shrieking is what made them back off. I had left him there for dead, wanting help, and death at the same time. He cried for his mother. I had turned back, to get one last look at him. He was actually crying, balling like a newborn.

May, 3

Just swamp, swamp, and more swamp.

May, 4

Well, we finally made it out of the swamp, and into a Changeling city. Like we did before, I led my Charger Brigade, followed by a Legion. But this was different. There was not one of those cheese-legged freaks anywhere. It's like they evac'd the city. We had our Battle Wizards, destroy the buildings as we came across them. There was a tower in the middle of this city bearing the Changeling flag. We made out way to the top of the tower. Once we got up there we replaced their flag with our own. That's when all of us were nearly pushed out of the tower. It was a squad of these, testosterone filled, brutes. They were bulky, and I sure as hell wasn't able to handle the one I met in combat. He tackled me, and started to headbutt me. Over and over, I just kept see him come in than a flash of black.

I had woken up in a Healer's Tent. Never thought I'd see Nurse Red Heart here. I had bandages around my head. The screaming of Legionnaire didn't help the pain in my head. I looked over and it looked like he took a Magic Mortar. He had quite a large splinter in his gut, and was missing both of his hind legs. The nurse hadn't looked more panicky in her life. The lad was bleeding everywhere. It didn't take long before his wails of pain, turned into the hissing of death. Nurse Red Heart had to leave the tent after that. I don't see why, I saw a stallion get decapitated, and I still kept fighting.