The Tale of Isla Nova

The Thought War

33 years ago…

Twenty years after 'The Mane Six' defeated the once feared Nightmare Moon, peace ruled in a seemingly perfect Equestria. However, darkness arose as the inhabitants of this great empire turned to the mysterious cult searching for a new world order, the New Lunar Republic.  The Terrorist faction of the Republic began to plot against Celestia, unbeknownst to Luna herself.

Soon, the Thought War had already won itself.

The NLR had successfully overthrown and then proceeded to obliterate the Celestial Princess. This upset the balance in Equestria. And Luna’s advisors had fed her so much hatred towards the rest of the world that she, without any intention, let herself go. She had, again, become Nightmare Moon.

Soon, The NLR manifested itself as its dreamed form, a New World Government. It burned a hole into the spirits of everypony the world over, and its tendrils spread themselves out into the world. The Republic soon erected a colony, Isla Nova, to support its dwindling workforce.

It had cursed itself from the beginning.

Silence Freesoul

13 years ago…

Silence watched as the ghostly image of his father gently hoofed him on the shoulder. He was only five years old.

“Go be a good colt. Daddy’s got some business to attend to.”

A large and intimidating pony wearing pure white, iron Keeper’s armor followed his father through the door and into the room directly across from the small bedroom that Silence had been kept in for safety. His father had always done this when there were visitors. But why was there a Keeper in the house this time? The Keepers were just supposed to watch the streets of Isla Nova for Terrorists, they say. Not go inside a person’s private residence. But Silence knew better. His father had worked for the NLR, after all.

A loud bang from behind the door that the two ponies had entered interrupted Silence’s thoughts. He jumped. What could have happened? He looked around his empty, white-walled room, as if looking for some answer. Suddenly, he heard the door to the other room creak open. Very calmly did the hoofsteps emerge from the room; they proceeded to his front door and disappeared.

Silence approached a small button next to his door and pressed it, the panel quickly slid open, (overpowered, as were all Magic-Mechanical devices) to reveal that the other room had not been sealed off. On the floor there lay his father. Silence rushed to his side only to see a large, bloodied hole in the center of his skull. A puddle of blood leaked from it, and Silence noticed a small, round, metallic object was embedded in the center of the hole.

Silence sat there, wondering if his father would simply sit up and tell him that everything was alright. But it wasn’t alright. Silence gently hoofed his father in the way he always did to wake him up, especially after the terrible nightmares he endured after his own mother’s death. Silence’s father didn’t get up. He didn’t even move. He was dead.

Silence vowed to remember this day for eternity. He vowed to think about it when he was killing Luna for her crimes against Ponykind.  And he thought about it now, suddenly Eighteen years old and with mark (Which was a black paci-fist surrounded by a red circle), wearing a black cloak to cover his grey skin and white mane which so easily were seen in the dark, as he knocked on the door ahead of him.