A gloomy atmosphere of large, thick gray clouds that shielded the pale moon was all that greeted the young filly and her adopted sister as they walked further into the forest, mowing under the cover of the cold night, while not caring at all about the flora and fauna which surrounded them.

She was forced to cover her ears with her hooves at the sudden screech of a large owl as the avian flew overhead the duo, startling them.

She looked over and readjusted her sister’s saddle bag with a frown - which was sagged a bit too low towards the ground - while the filly looked into the warm, luminous eyes of her most important family member, a loud chuckle escaping her lips.

Opening her mouth to warn her of the dangers with their journey and speak the filly’s name, she was interrupted by the gentle, amiable voice of the youth. Her juvenile smile made the older filly suspicious of her inadequate behavior, which drove them from their orphaned home in the first three full months they had been there.

“Lightning Dust, when are we going to be at Grandma Millie’s already? I don’t like how none of the guards have chased after us yet.” the small filly cried, making Lightning Dust roll her eyes. A hint of a smirk was evident on her face as she remembered the term she had called the house keepers who watched over them; not that their protection did much good, it seemed.

The adolescent brought the filly close to her in a snug, calming hug, finding comfort in the filly’s childish demeanor and chuckled softly before it was suddenly closed out by the howling wind.

“We will get there soon, I promise. Can you climb up to my back and hold onto my neck tight?” Lightning Dust ordered her sister, who could only nod with big, propitious eyes before doing as she was told.

Just when the filly attached herself securely to the young filly’s back, she opened her wings, feeling the primaries, secondaries and tertials of her wings curl slightly before she flapped the coracoid on both sides once, twice and thrice, lifting ever so slowly off the grass towards the crepuscular sky above. It was not an easy task for the ten year old filly, but she had no other option if they were to arrive at their destination faster.

Looking back on her decision she realized that all that she had accomplished this night, from sneaking both of them out of their rooms, to managing to take the saddle bag that she and her sister were found in, and even to being more elusive than she had originally planned... All for the goal of reaching a grandmother they never knew, and as for the location she lived in, they had no clue where to search. What they had learned by eavesdropping on the older ponies’ conversation of a mare that was hopefully accepting of them was possibly for naught.

They had to reach Cloudsdale, the birthplace of their Grandmother, if Lightning Dust was accurate in what she had heard, of whoever their parents were, maybe even of themselves if they were lucky.

Flapping with all her strength, she reached a good half-mile from where they had escaped from when her sister behind her yelled over the now-thundering storm above that she should rest and they would try again in the morning, but Lightning Dust was stubborn. As persistent as her sister was she could not let such an opportunity like this slip from her hooves.

This seemed to be their only chance before they were no doubt captured by the caretakers they left behind, the young filly thought as she pushed ahead, ignoring the bellow of the filly wrapped firmly on her back and the sudden pain of branches, debris and leaves that was bombarding her as she pressed forward, twigs and rocks striking against her coat, bruising her face and wings as she flapped faster, trying her best to decampment the scourge of nature .

“We can make it!” Lightning Dust shouted to herself, flapping ever harder into the gale right before a large branch was violently torn from a nearby tree and flung in her path.

Eyes wide, the filly had no time to maneuver out of the way and was struck with the force of hammer across her skull. The sudden intervention forced her to swivel left wing-first into another tree, causing a spasm of pain to reverberate throughout her whole body. She was tossed into the dirt like a rag doll as her sister was thrown hard into another tree ahead of her.

Doing her best to ignore the creeping darkness on the edges of her vision, Lightning Dust reached a bloodied hoof towards the unmoving shape, feeling the metallic taste of more blood rising up her throat as she attempted to stir her body into action, only to drop to the ground again before she got even a quarter of her heavy flesh up.

She should have listened to what the filly had warned her about and not gone on this quest when a storm was brewing in their area... Now that there was no hope, she only prayed that her sister was still alive.

Pushing her hooves up, her muscles straining in protest from the motion, Lightning Dust felt her body once again sink towards the earth. She felt as though she had failed in protecting her only family; even if she was not related by blood.

She was too injured, her body would not respond, and the forest around her appeared to want to cause her even greater harm.

From the corner of her peripheral vision she could have sworn she saw the faint rise of her sister’s chest, but she must have been mistaken; there was no way two small fillies could survive in such a tempest. They were going to pass away, and nopony would find their bodies in such an awful element.

With each attempt she felt her body growing weaker. Her mane, fur and tail were being blown to and fro in all the wind, she swore she could hear the distant sound of thunder as she spat out blood that dribbled down her chin and stained the grass with it’s scarlet color. There was no force in Equestria that could make this worse.

But she was wrong... for at the exact second that she thought of putting her hooves together, that’s if she could spare the energy and pray to Celestia to help them, a stray bolt of white lightning struck the very tree her sister laid at and caused the tree to explode with sharp, wooden shrapnel that scratched and raked at the young filly’s face. Her body had already gone numb, and even though her sight was fading quickly she still could not allow herself to believe her sister had perished in the flames.

Right before she lost consciousness she screamed the name of the filly she held so dear to her heart.

“Derpy!!!”

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*Eight years later...*

Awoken with a lurch, the full grown mare gasped as she heaved herself from the three inches of water that she must have fallen asleep in. Pulling herself off the ground she observed the area she had aroused from, a feeling of dread was felt in the pit of her stomach as Lightning Dust had found herself inside of a small and damp cell.

The musky smell of vomit, urine and waste assaulted her nose, forcing her to take a small and uncertain step backwards from the dirty puddle she had risen from, being thankful she had not drowned while unconscious.

Immediately as she moved, she felt a blazing, soul-wrenching shot of pain from the middle of spine, forcing her to once again sit down. Turning her head to look backwards at the cause of it, her heart started to beat faster and a scream of utter horror at the sight that was before her escaped her dry, torn throat.

The very thing which defined her, which was both her pride and the most important treasure, both of her wings were gone; they were not merely sheared, maimed, shredded, plucked or even remotely bare, they were just… gone, and in their place of the Pegasus’s most prized possession were two, charred and bloodied stumps that showed only a small hint of bone and little fur, both of those oozed with strange, smelly and yellow fluids which made her want to vomit.

Waves of agony washed over the mare as her consciousness tried first to deny the sight before her eyes and then to imagine different scenarios or circumstances that would cause her to lose the two ailerons, her mind suddenly coming to a screeching halt as she could not remember anything that deemed her to such a miserable fate.

“So... you’re the one they call the ‘Mare of Carnage’? It seems to suit you quite well, if I do say so myself.” A hollow, ruthless voice muttered across from her. She turned around sharply, and spotted in the dim light of the torches behind the creature a tall, well-toned, and muscled dragon.

The voice alone confirmed that it was male, as the reptile reached out and placed a lone purple scaled talon on the worn-out ash colored rods that separated the two. Lightning Dust became instinctively alert for any signs of hostile movement from the wyvern, but he seemed to be almost...relaxed.

It irritated her to no end as the tarragon merely sighed loudly and drew from behind his right ear fin a tightly packed roll of tobacco. He set the tip of it on fire with emerald colored flames that spewed from his muzzle, before placing the butt of it in his mouth and inhaling a long drag, exhaling the gray smoke out his nose with a snort.

“I gotta say; I expected you to die from shock the very second Mother had incinerated your wings, though hearing your shrieks of torment were a bit… pleasing, if I’m being honest. Of course, after all that you had done...it was merely speculation that you deserved much worse, but I suppose having your airfoils set ablazed and being thrown into prison for the rest of your life is a decent punishment, I guess.” The lizard remarked with a harsh cackle before taking another drag of his biri and blowing it out the corner of his mouth.

“W-who the buck are you, and what do you mean, crime?! I...I haven’t done anything wrong to deserve-”

“You’re honestly going to stand there and falsehood the consternation you have caused? Seriously? Shit, when I heard about you from Rainbow Dash and the others, I would have assumed you had already disappeared from Equestria. But on top of the already ten ponies you murdered with your tornado stunt, well...killing Rainbow’s dear, old friend Raindrops in that thundercloud she became trapped in was just...barbarous, and was the last straw when the authorities found you on the ground.” He snarled, scraping his claws hard against the bars in an attempt to frighten the mare, but to no avail.

Lightning Dust was too busy with her own thoughts, trying to frantically conjure up memories that had somehow evaded her.

She had no recollection of killing anypony with that twister that she and her old, or rather, former friend Rainbow Dash created to get rid of the large white clouds in their Wonderbolts training exercise. She remembered that it caused a hot air balloon to be drawn in and tumble about like paper, but she had never known that lives were taken because of it.

Remorse struck her to her very soul as her ears were pressed to her skull and her eyes darted frantically from side to side as if the answers would show themselves on the wall of her cell, yet she remembered nothing of any trial or the sentence she had been given for the destructive action... and yet… She did remember hearing a voice as she cleared the skies of thunder clouds that day.

If she recalled correctly, it was only two weeks ago that she tried to help the other Pegasi, on the very week she had been given a job as a weather pony and found a shitty apartment away from the dark ally of Cloudsdale that she had usually slept in.

It was a very unforgiving storm that had been unleashed from the factories of Cloudsdale itself, and she had been ordered to tame it along with several other Pegasi around her. The team consisted of co-workers she had no memory of, even as they told her their names every time she asked for some help.

She remembered nopony named Raindrops, however, she vaguely remembered that someone was flying along side her, but everything was blurry, save for a pair of unusual shade of blue colored eyes which stared at her with well hidden evil intentions behind them flying with her to calm the hurricane. Lightning Dust never even got the pony’s name before going hard to work, hearing the voice near her one moment, and then…

She could not recognize anything else of the affair.

All she remembered was blacking out while striking the cloud with her hind legs to try to release the mare, and then… nothing, but she could have sworn that she saw an equine silhouette fly past her, but she did not know who it was.

The dragon stayed silent through the Pegasus’s internal battle and quietly smoked his tobacco before yawning.

“Just to let you know, in case you don’t remember you been here for two weeks and they found charcoaled fur on your rear hooves, read your file and even held a trial for your corruption… Wow, even looking at you now, you still look like a worthless sack of shit. That’s depressing, why I’ll bet-”

“Spike!,” A firm, coarse tone interrupted the snake as he turned and laughed, Lightning Dust confused on who he was speaking to before she heard the sound of smooching near her comfidentment and saw a lavender unicorn come towards her cage.

“I told you not to try to talk with criminals... When will you ever learn, damn it? Also, Princess Celestia wants to see you!” She shouted, making the teenage dragon sigh with a scowl.

“Calm down, Twilight. Damn... fine, I’ll go see what she wants, try to keep our guest company will you?” He laughed dryly before flicking the remains of his cigarette to the ground and wandered off from sight, making Lightning Dust come face-to-face with the noble, cherished protege of Princess Celestia herself. Twilight Sparkle could only cringe at the ruffled and dirted state the former Pegasus was in.

Aside from that moment of hesitation, the Unicorn showed no other visible emotion on her face, and seemed to regard her as her mate did; a monster.

Silence was all that hung in the air before Lightning Dust had gathered the confidence to ask the only question she could think of at the moment.

“So a unicorn and a dragon, eh? You must have really awkward dates.” She snickered to herself, causing the mare’s purple fur to turn a few shades of red in embarrassment, before it reverted back to anger.

“If you must know... criminal... my relationship with Spike happens to be a privilege of getting to find my soul mate in another species; something that most other ponies will not experience. I’ll admit it is… strange at times, but not unpleasant by any means. I just wanted to say that you have a visitor and your meal with arrive shortly. I suggest you get comfortable; you’ll be in here for a very long time for what you done, ‘Mare of Carnage’.” Twilight spat with enmity before trotting off with a flick of her tail.

Leaving the former Pegasus to her thoughts, she tried to keep tears from running down her face at the fate she had been given but could not remember. She looked around her, spotting a mattress in the far right corner of her crypt.

She sighed and dragged herself to get some rest before she heard the faint trotting of hooves approaching, which peaked her interest. She turned around and saw a young, orange furred Pegasus with a wild purple mane and tail.

The mare gasped, curling her hooves around the prison bars of Lightning Dust’s cell and flicked her tail.

“Shit…so the rumors were true,” the Pegasus sighed sadly before looking up at Lightning Dust with a faint smile and a small giggle.

“I guess trying to defend you wasn’t enough, eh, Dusty?” She questioned, causing the mare to glare with murderous intent at the strange pony.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to get you out of here, I promise. Also, my name is Scootaloo.” She proudly spoke with an even wider smile, making Lightning Dust perk her ears up at both the nickname and the possibility of freedom.

But still, there was one question that nagged at the back of her mind and would not release her from it’s grasp, and it made her question the young mare’s hospitality.

“Why are you helping me? Don’t you know of all the things I’ve been accused of?” She muttered faintly, which in turn made Scootaloo’s ears drop before she snorted and flicked her tail.

“Yeah, but from what Rainbow Dash told me, you’re not an evil pony. You never meant to kill those ponies with that cyclone, you just made a mistake, and besides; you’re not the one who killed Raindrops.” Scootaloo replied firmly as Lightning Dust lifted her head in surprise.

“What?! Who was it then? Why frame me?!” She shouted, forcing the young mare to recoil in fear.

“It was-” No other word could be spoken from Scootaloo’s lips before a voice shouted at her that her time was up, and that she had to go.

“Shit... Okay, wait a few more days, I’ll try to visit again with something that could help you escape. I suggest you bide your time, I’ll come back for you, I promise.” She whispered before galloping off, leaving Lightning Dust to wail at her in tears at who had committed the crime and framed her…

But her ally was already gone, and therefore had no chance to respond.

Angrily beating her hooves against the foul-smelling pillow she had been given for rest, with only a small gray blanket that did not even cover half her body, she eventually exhausted herself to the point of laying on the cold, stone ground and panting before pulling her tired body onto the cot and silently wept for all that had transpired.

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For two weeks, Lightning Dust was forced to remain inside her prison. No other creatures had come to see her, she was never let out of her cell and she was forced to dispose of her own waste bucket... Not even seeing anypony bring her food as she would be either asleep, thinking deeply about what had caused all of this to happen, or looking at another area of the cell to find a means to escape.

As soon as she turned around she was met with a tray of boiled carrots, warm bread and a full corn on the cob, with even a cookie or other sweets and a glass of water, though the menu varied from each day. Why she was being treated so well when it came to nourishment she would never know, even though she was supposed to be a… well… a ‘savage murderer.’

Fear had begun to root deep into her mind as she paced along her dungeon. At one point when she was in an extremely dark state of mind, she had contemplated suicide with a knife she had been given to eat her meal with, but before she could slit her own throat she lobbed the shiv as hard as she could from her reach as rage nestled deep into her heart.

“I swear I never meant to harm anypony, I never wanted to kill them, it was never my intention, please, let me out, Celestia please….let me out!” She howled as tears ran down her face, soaking her fur and she sat on the arctic, shale ground as resentment consumed her.

She screamed with all the air in her lungs at the gods, the immortals which ruled her country with their iron hooves, who punished her for an injustice she had never meant to happen... an accident that had demolished her entire life.

Just as she was about to curl up and weep for the tragedy that had festered in her soul, she heard a soft chuckle. Acting on instinct, Lightning Dust rolled off her cot and stood in a fighting stance at the intruder, bewilderment etched on her face as she glared at the strange creature in front of her.

“So… you're the one who's been mocking us, little mare? Ha, it’s honestly a shame that you were tortured the way you were... How Celestia burned your wings off herself, but where are my manners? My name is Discord, God of Chaos and Disharmony, at your service.” The Draconequus grinned with an outstretched paw as he bowed but the very gesture seemed to be nothing more than mockery.

But Lightning Dust looked past that, for all she could understand from the immortal was how Celestia had performed the merciless action that severed the two appendages that made her who she was, or at least who she used to be.

An unbridled and overwhelming wave of ferocity erupted in the form of an ear splitting screech that made Discord cover his ears with his mismatched limbs while smiling innocently, as she roared so loud it made her temporarily lose her voice.

“Celestiaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!”

Heaving from exhaustion she glanced over at the spirit, who could merely flash her a sinister grin as a thought formulated in his head.

“They will pay, they will all pay!” She whispered pessimistically before staring at the amaranthine creature with a growl, who could only laugh heartily with a wave of his tail.

“Well, well, well… it seems you have a certain raw talent for slaying ponies, maybe even other creatures... What if I told you I could help you get your revenge against Celestia, mortal?” Discord spoke nonchalantly, making Lightning Dust rise an eyebrow in confusion.

“And how would you attempt that, and more importantly; what reason do you have to aid me when you’re a god yourself? What’s in it for you?” She snarled blinded by rage to which he could only throw back his head and laugh, making her even more upset.

“Must you really be so cautious, my little pony? My reasons are my own, when you're offered assistance by an immortal, I suggest you take it,” he snapped darkly before a bright grin replaced his mood.

Lightning Dust visibly became a little frightened by the being before her, “As for why I would want to see my own sister’s life be ebbed away, well…. Our family, as you can guess, is many. I honestly don't believe it would be such a shame if we lost one, little Sun Princess, do you?” He enquired, as she could only think of the ramifications of killing Celestia that it would cause to the country.

But then, as she quietly pondered upon such a reaction, she came to a sudden realization; she truly did not worry with the onus of what happened to other creatures in the Sun Goddess’s care.

Her mind was plagued with thoughts of revenge and anguish, she would defeat any creature that stood in her path... Now that she knew she had nothing more to lose she, could only focus on the ambition of having Celestia’s life ended by her own hooves.

Then a starling and unfair fact was washed over her, gripping her heart like an icy talon from the dragon, Spike… She was mortal.

“How the buck am I supposted to kill Celestia in my current state, Discord?” She spat, furious at being offered the opportunity of a lifetime, only to have it be dashed away with a simple realization.

“Ah...that’s the beauty of it, little mare. I have just the weapons to attain such a desire, but ah, it’s going to come at a pretty heavy appraisement, my dear… One that very, very few would sacrifice, even for the contingency you are given.” He chuckled before fiddling with her tail like a cat drawn to string before she whacked him in the face and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Ask anything of me, but I have nothing to offer.” She whispered with a soft mutter as he could only laugh.

“Ah, but you do my dear… All you really have to do… is bid your soul.” He giggled with mirth, forcing her to drop to her rear in shock, her eyes wide as she considered his bargain very carefully. She looked behind her and saw her bare back, and thought of the very Alicorn who had stolen from her.

“Very well... I, Lightning Dust, hereby pledge my soul to you, Discord, the God of Chaos and Disharmony, in exchange for a weapon powerful enough to slay the gods.” She breathed with a serious expression dawned on her face as Discord howled in delight.

“Excellence... Oh my yes, this is something I've’ve been waiting to happen for eons! Oh, you will not be disappointed, little sack of fur, now that your soul… is mine.” He spoke.

He was absolutely giddy with delight before immediately becoming serious, and suddenly lit his mismatched lion paw and eagle talon with a bright red visible glow of godly strength.

“Now, you might feel a little burning sensation that may pass in a day or… may remain with you for the rest of your life, so I suggest you sit down.” He snarled before thrusting his limbs deep into the gravel below.

With a roar, he tore open a fissure in which two small demonic, flesh feasting Griffons flew from underneath, both carrying a single, large curved short sword that appeared preternaturally sharp, dangling in the Griffons’ lion paws by long shiny gray metal chains.

Golden metal skulls of an ordinary Earth Pony with both lower and upper jaws filled with rows of fangs and angry empty eye sockets split in half on each side of the golden, slightly curved hilt were created. Neither blade looked like any sword Lightning Dust had ever seen before, having rigid edges along the entire length of both blades that made it facile to hook, slash or stab into a creature’s flesh.

Astonished, the mare could not help but wonder what exactly she had done, or what predicament had she created by her unusual decision. She had no chance to voice her thoughts and change her mind though, because she was gripped firmly by the Griffons’ unnatural strength of their eagle talons.

Her front hooves were being held straight out by Discord himself before the two monsters released the searing chains that began to magically wrap themselves firmly around her hooves, scorching right into her very marrow, infusing permanently into her bones, as she could only shriek so loud that all of Canterlot could hear the sound. Discord only gave the mare a small, forbidding smile, before Lighting Dust had become comatose from the enormous amount of pain, knowing that she was not going to survive such an encounter.

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She was forced to consciousness by the cruel treatment of having ice cold water thrown onto her face, sputtering, gagging, and finally panting as she was ripped from the realm of the nightmare she had yet again of her younger sister, Derpy Hooves.

She barrel-rolled out her bed so fast she fell to the ground and onto her face, hearing the strange jiggle of chains as she looked around her to see Discord eating a large, juicy green apple and smiling at her with a look of mischief above her.

“I do apologize for the rude awaking, but three days of being knocked out from pain and having me make a replica of you to move and talk when almost half of Canterlot had came to see what all the fuss is about, as well as hide your true form from my sisters was very difficult. Though I must admit that they rather suit you quite well, it’s been so long since I had a mortal willingly hoof over their soul to me... I must rub this in Death’s face someday. Try them out, see how you like them, little pony.” He floated up and down with glee as Lightning Dust was confused on what he was talking about, before looking at the large white bandages wrapped from her third phalange to her carpus on both hooves.

As she stood up, they trailed near the ground up to rest snugly on her back. When she asked Discord how they stayed in place, he answered; magic, and that she could either swing her hoof to release them or reach her hoof back and hold them, the choice was her’s alone.

“They are called the Blades of Destruction. They were created by the second horse of the Apocalypse, his name being War, in the very lowest pits of Tartarus as a gift to appease Mother; Creation herself. However, she had no interest in weapons, so she had him throw them back into the abyss, and for eons they have not been used, but now… well, I had a feeling that you would - in time - take a liking to them, with these being two of the very few weapons capable of killing mortal and immortal creatures alike; never able to dull or rust, and they are very unique in both appearance and skill.

No need to thank me; your soul and sense of revenge is payment enough.” He chortled as Lightning Dust only narrowed her eyes, looking at the chains that not only bounded her to blades that could kill any creature, but also bound her to the God of Chaos and Disharmony himself, a somber reminder it seemed… How ironic.

Taking a few steps forward to get used to the weight on her back, mentally relieved that the long chains did not trip her as she walked, and trying to ignore the sound of the chains ringing loudly in her ears, she wondered what it was that she was supposed to do now...

After a few moments of questioning herself, she looked up and asked Discord if now was the time that they strike against Celestia, forcing Discord to choke. He spat out his apple as he laughed so hard tears were running down his face.

“You want to...ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha… you want to, oh, by-my-own-name, you are just too darn funny, Lightning Dust! Oooohhh… *whew*, haven't laughed that hard in centuries...” Discord chuckled while wiping a tear from his eye.

“Ah, you mortals are so impatient. Tell me Lightning Dust; do you expect to just walk right up to Celestia’s throne and slice her head off, is that your plan? Because if so, then I might as well just kill you now myself. No… in order to truly draw Celestia’s attention we must lure her out, my young samurai.” He declared with a serious tone, which made Lightning Dust even more confused.

“And how the buck are we to do that?” She angrily questioned, causing him to laugh and settle calmly on her back, being careful not to cut himself on her new blades.

“By dispatching my other siblings, of course.” He answered in such a casual, lazy tone that Lightning Dust had to blink thrice just to make sure she had not lost her mind.

“Come again?” She ordered with a hiss as Discord only flicked her right ear with a chuckle.

“Cadence, Chrysalis and Luna... Take them all down in that specific arrangement, and I know for a fact that Celestia will come out of hiding from her pushy little throne. I’m not saying it will be easy, but well… You have been given a miracle, my little pony, I suggest you use it.” He responded with a wave of his lion paw at the Blades of Destruction, forcing Lightning Dust to draw the blades and look at her unruly appearance with sad but cruel eyes in the twin swords’ reflection.

And what about you? She wondered to herself, but chose not to speak out loud before swinging her blades in an arc behind her, which magically attached themselves to her back like magnets. Discord explained that such will happen often when she’s not in combat, and that to even take down one of the immortals, she would need some training with her new armament, to which she could only silently agree.

“And speaking of miracles, here comes your freedom now... I suggest you learn how to fight quickly, getting past the guards to escape and trying to get to the Crystal Empire is not going to be easy, you know.” He chuckled softly to himself before disappearing in a flash of red light, just as Lightning Dust saw that Scootaloo had returned... with the keys to her cell grasped firmly in her mouth.

Author's Note

A very new style of writing from me, eh? Shit, don't expect to see this on every single story from now on.....ok, expect to see it from now on, HA. But seriously, thanks to all my amazing editors, pre readers and proofreader for all their hard work, this story will be a long one, so buckle up and let go of Derpy's hoof for gods sake, this is going to be a very dark and wild ride, enjoy.

Acquired the Blades of Destruction: Twin chain blades forged in the deepest pits of Tartarus created by the second horse of the apocalypse, War, able to kill both mortal and immortal creatures.