King Verus,the true ruler of the locust. Has escaped the hollow after the bloody rebellion led by him left it in ruin. As it was washed away by the flooding of Jacinto. An unexpected turn of events has left him and his general badly wounded in Equestria fully armed to the teeth due to a certain deity playing a dangerous game with fate, or is it something more than that. He must be here for some reason? The reason he doesn't realize. His ultamite cause, the salvation of his planet. A cause he will make a reality even if he dies on this planet.

(A/N:This is my first fic be gentle. I would very much appreciate constructive criticism. Tips and help on poor pacing. Help with bad grammer (LOL I spelled grammar wrong) would be most appreciated as well. I wrote this because I felt as though there were not enough locust in Equestria fics. Comments are encouraged, Enjoy!)
P.S: If you found this story I-I'm so sorry