The Dragon King, corrupted by his pride and vanity, turns his possessed horde against the tiny Alicorns threatening his rule. No mere pony has the right to control his sky and the deaths of their gods will remind them. You and your kind are the few that stand against the black swarm approaching the forest castle ramparts. The sap in your trunk runs cold but your dryad heart beats strongly. Readying your weapons, you stand with the ponies at your side. Let them come.