The Fall of Equestria

                                                                       Thirty Years Ago

The streets of Manehatten are dirty, with various homeless ponies begging for money along the sidewalks. Among these beggars is a grey unicorn stallion, who holds out a bent tin can. Today he had gotten nothing, which meant another day of going hungry. The beggar frowns at the tin can, its not like he expected anything different anyway. The ponies of Manehatten barely gave him anything anyway, other than a few rude remarks like. "Get a job you bum!" Followed by a kick to his side. The beggar begins to put the tin can in his tattered jacket pocket but suddenly his can feels heavier. The beggar looks into the can and in it lies hundreds of bits gleaming in the sunlight. The beggar looks up with a feeling of great gratitude, and in front of him stands a light brown stallion with piercing blue eyes, wearing a nice checkered shirt.

"There you are sir." The brown stallion says.

The beggar smiles. "Thank you so much sir! Please I must know your name!" The beggar says shaking the brown stallions hoof.

The brown stallion smiles. "Why my name is Red Fortune my good fellow."

"Well Mr Fortune you are a life saver I tell you! A real life saver! How could I ever repay you?" The beggar responds.

"My fellow you were in need, and so I simply helped you. This is no contract you owe me nothing."

"Are...are you sure?"

"Of course my friend." Red says, again pleasantly smiles. "And if you are in need of a place to stay I'd be happy to oblige."

The beggar smiles. Nopony had ever treated him like this, he had gotten used to being treated like dirt for so many years, he never thought the world was capable of such kindness. "I...f you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind my friend. You are welcome to my home any time after all its always open to those in need." Red says putting his hoof over the beggar's shoulder leading him to his home.

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                                                                               Present Day

Surprisingly the guards were easily pushed out of Manehatten, but even so the casualties had been great for the rebels. In Manehatten almost no buildings were left except for a few houses and Braeburn's large apartment complex. Along with thousands of innocent ponies who did not deserve to die. All of the bodies are burnt in large bonfires across the city, the smell of flesh spreading throughout the city. The sight sickens Braeburn, the burning bodies, the buildings turned to rubble, and the families torn apart. The yellow mare that had been with Braeburn had left a while ago, thanking him then leaving unexpectedly. Braeburn trots down the street going around the large craters, still glowing a faint blue from the unicorn magic that caused it.

"Braeburn!" A deep voice calls.

Braeburn turns his head to the sound of the voice and sees his leader. He gallops to him, despite his feeling of disgust toward him. "Yes sir?"

The brown stallion looks at Braeburn angrily. "They wont get away with this. The cause still stands strong. And we showed them that today, we pushed those bastards out!" The brown stallion yells now attracting the attention of his soldiers, wounded ones and healthy ones. "My ponies! We showed them that we are strong! You showed them that we are strong!" He shouts pointing his hoof at the crowd of ponies now standing before him. "And now we will strike back, harder! We will not stand for this we will defeat them! We will win!" The brown stallion yells putting his hoof into the air. The crowd does the same, so does Braeburn with great reluctance. The crowd then disperses going about  their business. Once everypony is gone Braeburn taps his leaders shoulder.

"Sir?"

"Yes Braeburn?"

"Sir what is yer name, ya never gave me the honor of knowin' your name."

His leader blinks. "To know my name would be a great dishonor to you and myself, I dare not say it."

"It cant be that bad sir."

"Braeburn if I tell you, you must not let anypony know." His leader says.

"I wont sir."

"My name at a time was Red Fortune. But that stallion is dead now, killed by the kingdom of Celestia. And now I fight, for I don't want the same thing to happen to anypony else."

Killing still ain't  the answer. Braeburn thinks to himself. "Thank you sir."

"Remember...Nopony." Red says trotting away to his wounded soldiers.

Braeburn looks on at his leader...Red Fortune. But eventually goes down the streets going around the craters and stepping over the mangled bodies.