Fallout Equestria: Legacies

by Dawn Flower

Rating: teen
Tags: Crossover, Sad, Cake Twins, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Pipsqueak, Tragedy
Length: 5911

This is the story of Pound and Pumpkin Cake and their experiences before, during and after the war.

Two twins who have been together their whole lives, find themselves torn apart from each other by the ravages of war. However, despite the harshness constantly thrown at them, they will endure and continue fighting, and keep finding something to keep living for.

Published 2014-02-18 02:30:11 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-18 02:30:11 UTC

Pride of the Pegasi

It was a typical day in war-time Ponyville. Unlike the rest of Equestria, Ponyville had remained relatively unchanged by the war going on. The Sun was shining high in the sky, with only a few clouds blocking its refreshing light shining down on the town and its inhabitants. There were all sorts of unicorns, pegasi and earth ponies alike walking around, talking to each other, while groups of fillies and colts played together in the streets.

There were posters of the Ministry of Morale covering virtually every building in town, which read ‘Pinkie Pie is watching you Forever!’. There were also groups of ponies talking about a big uproar at the Ministry of Wartime Technology recently and even the Ministry Mare being attacked. However, all-in-all, Ponyville was still mostly the same as it had been in the days before the war.

Inside the local bakery, ‘Sugarcube Corner’, ponies were lining up to place their orders, and others were sitting at the booths, eating the delicious pastries that they had ordered. Things were just like how they used to be before the war.

There was an earth pony mare standing behind the counter, attending to the customers. She had a cerulean coat, and a mane that was styled to look like the frosting on a cupcake. Her mane was a light crimson and it had grey stripes that clearly showed her age.

The earth pony mare raised a tray of cupcakes on to the counter in front of her and then rang the bell. “Pumpkin, order up.”

A young unicorn mare stepped up to the counter at the mention of her name. She had a light yellow coat and a beautiful orange mane that was tied back with a small, blue bow at the end of it. She was a pretty mare for her age; she looked about eighteen years old. She was wearing a white apron, which had a name tag that read ‘Hello. My name is Pumpkin Cake’.

Despite being a unicorn, she leaned forward and took the tray in her mouth. She then walked back over to the table that she was just at and placed it down, in front of the ponies that were sitting there. After she had placed the tray on the table, she smiled at the ponies that were sitting there and then she turned back around and walked away into the centre of the room.

She glanced around at the bakery and looked at all the happy ponies sitting together and talking and eating delicious pastries. It made her feel good to know that even with a war going on, ponies could still relax and enjoy themselves, just like they had in the days before the war. She didn’t know much about those days herself, but she had heard stories about them from her parents and her old foalsitter. From what she had been told however, Pumpkin still couldn’t believe that such a world could change so dramatically, so quickly.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a bell ringing, which signalled that the front door had opened, and a pegasus buck flew in. His coat was a light goldish grey and his mane was brown and curled at the top. He was about the same age as Pumpkin, though he was a bit taller, bulkier and he looked a little bit older too. Also, despite being different genders and different species of ponies, they both looked rather alike. Pumpkin’s face looked cuter and the pegasus’ face looked more rugged, but the resemblance was there.

Pumpkin gave him a sly smirk as he entered the bakery. He then landed next to her and they shared a high hoof. “Hey sis, anything exciting happen while I was on delivery?”

Pumpkin rolled her eyes and smirked before responding. “Sorry bro,” she responded sarcastically. “You know nothing exciting ever happens around here.”

They both started laughing at this, but then they were both cut off as the bell on the counter rang again. They then both turned to face the older mare, as she placed two more trays of cupcakes on the counter. “Pound Cake. Pumpkin Cake. That’s enough chatting. Get back to work you two.”

Pound and Pumpkin both let out a sigh and briefly looked between each other before turning back again. “Sorry, Mom,” they both said at the same time. They then walked over to the counter and each picked up one of the trays and brought them to their respective tables.

They continued doing this for another ten minutes, until suddenly, the bell above the door rang again as the door opened and a pony stepped inside. Mrs. Cake was standing behind the counter, Pound was in the air, with a tray on his back, and Pumpkin was in the middle of the room, with her tray hovering next to her, wrapped in a blue levitation field when they all turned to look at the pony that had just entered the bakery. He was an earth pony stallion, with an amber coat and a brown mane. He was wearing a military officer’s uniform, and he had three stripes on both of his shoulders.

Once he stepped inside, he made his way over to the counter. He had a sombre expression on his face. Pound and Pumpkin both stayed were they were, watching as this pony made his way across the room. They were both curious as to what a military pony was doing in Ponyville. When he was standing in front of the counter, he just stared at her for a moment before speaking. “Mrs. Cup Cake?”

Mrs. Cake was still trying to figure out what a high ranked military pony was doing here, and simply nodded. “Yes.”

The military pony let out a sigh and lowered his head. He raised his head again and after slight hesitation, started to speak. “I regret to inform you that…” He stopped as his words got caught in his throat. “That is to say…” He turned his head to the side and scratched at the back of his neck with his hoof. He then faced forward again and inhaled in order to regain his position and speak with much more strength. “I’m afraid that your husband, Carrot Cake did not survive the battle. I’m sorry.”

Mrs. Cake’s face changed to an expression of grief immediately and she let out a quiet gasp. Pound’s eyes widened as soon as he had heard; he couldn’t believe it. There was suddenly a loud crash. Pound snapped out of his worried expression and looked down and saw that his sister had dropped the tray that she had been levitating. Her face was frozen in an expression of shock. All colour had vanished from her eyes.

Mrs. Cake hadn’t heard Pumpkin drop the tray. She was too deep in shock. She then turned away from everypony in the bakery and quietly made her way up the stairs.

Pound turned around to see his mother leaving. “Mom, wait!” he called out as he stretched his hoof out towards her. Pumpkin then started breaking down in tears. She lowered her head and charged off into the kitchen. Pound turned back down towards her as she ran off. “Pumpkin!” He held his hoof out towards the kitchen as the twin doors slammed shut.

After ten seconds of just staring at the kitchen doors, he turned back to look at the military pony. He just stared back at the pegasus, with a solemn look on his face. He then turned away and made his way out of the building.

The customers, who had been listening to what had happened, all returned to eating their pastries in silence. The only sound was from Pound’s tray hitting the floor.

That night, Pound Cake couldn’t fall asleep. It was the middle of the night. He tossed and turned in his bed, but he just couldn’t fall asleep. He just lay there, spread out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about what he had heard today. His father was dead.

He turned his head to the side and looked over at his sister, quietly sleeping in her own bed. She had cried herself to sleep hours ago. Even though they were now eighteen years old, the two siblings still shared a room. The right side of the room, which was his side of the room was covered in posters of the Wonderbolts, and also had awesome pictures of pegasus soldiers in insectoid power armor. He always thought that they looked so cool.

The left side of the room, however, was strewn about with advanced spell books. Even from a young age, Pumpkin showed remarkable talent with magic. Hung just above her bed was a framed certificate from Luna’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Pumpkin had graduated at the top of her class, the year before the Littlehorn Incident, and had recently been trying to apply for a job at the Ministry of Arcane Science.

Pound got out of bed and quietly walked over to his sister’s bed. As he gazed down at her sleeping form, he envied how she was able to lose herself in the sweet embrace of sleep right now. She looked so peaceful; Pound couldn’t help but smile at how cute she looked right now. He lifted his hoof up and gently waved a bit of her mane out of her eyes.

As he stared down at her, smiling, as she gently breathed in and out, Pound was thinking hard. Even with a war going on, Pound never paid it much heed. He spent his time working at the family bakery, without a care in the world. In his spare time, he went out flying with his friends, and he was such a Wonderbolt fan that he could give Rainbow Dash a run for her money; at least, twenty years ago anyway. The war, to him was just a backdrop to be admired. The power armor that was built by the smartest ponies Equestria had ever known, built to protect ponies lives was just something awesome to be admired to him. When his father had left to fight in the war, he never thought that he would never see him again because he never considered the real dangers of the war. His mother had been worried for his life every day since he had left, and his sister had been working on joining the Ministry of Arcane Sciences ever since she graduated; but what about him? With everything that was going on, he was still acting like a child.

Pound suddenly pulled his face into a serious expression. He knew what he had to do: it’s time he grew up. He walked over to a dresser in the centre of the room and began writing out a letter. When he was done, he took the letter in his mouth and walked back over to his sister, who was still sleeping soundly in her bed. As he stood over her, his serious expression started to melt over seeing how peaceful she looked. He then placed the letter down on the small dresser next to her bed. He then turned back to face his sister, with tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he began. He then leaned in and kissed her on her horn. “But this is something that I have to do.” He then raised his hoof and gently stroked her cheek. “For myself; and also for you… and Mom too.” He then lowered his hoof again, slowly turned himself around and started walking out of the room. When he was halfway to the door, he stopped and looked back at her. He let out an exasperated sigh and whispered, “I’m sorry.” He then turned back around and exited the room.

He very quietly made his way through the dark and silent corridors of his home. When he reached the bottom floor, he made his way over to the front door and stepped outside.

He stepped out the door, into the dark, silent, empty streets of Ponyville. After he had taken a few steps forward, he stopped and took one final look back at his home. He let out one final sigh and faced forward again. He then unfurled his wings and took off into the night sky.

The battlefield was awash in noise, as bullets sprayed overhead and mortars exploded in the distance. On one side of the battlefield, the ponies were huddled down in the trenches, firing at a zebra command post that they were sent in to take.

A green, earth pony stallion, clod in battle (not power) armor poked his head out of the trenches to try and get a shot off. He was wearing an assault carbine at his side; however, before he could fire, he immediately ducked back down as a spray of bullets passed over his head.

The stallion ducked back down and thrust himself against the side of the trenches. He then turned to his commanding officer, who was huddled next to him. He was a large earth pony stallion, with a red coat and a short orange mane. He was wearing a set of combat barding that covered most of his body, but his cutie mark was visible underneath it. It was a big, green apple half. He had an assault rifle in his mouth, which he was operating with his tongue to surprisingly well effect. “Captain, they’ve got us pinned down. We can’t even get a shot in edgewise.”

The Captain turned to face him, while he stopped to reload. “Stay strong, Applesnack. We’re not dying today.” The Captain then finished reloading his weapon and popped his head up again and fired blindly ahead of him. It was all he could do, with how much firepower the zebras had to use against them.

While his Captain was busy firing on the enemy, Applesnack looked over to the side and he saw a young pegasus soldier, clod in pegasus power armor, complete with a battle saddle and scorpion-like tail. He wasn’t wearing a helmet however, revealing his goldish grey coat and brown, curled mane. He was crouching down in the trenches, popping up occasionally to shoot at the zebra forces on the other side of the battlefield.

“Hey, pegasus!” the earth pony called out to him, across the battlefield. Pound turned his head to look over at him. “We need covering fire!” Applesnack gave him a stern look and clutched his assault carbine close to his chest.

Pound Cake nodded back at him, with the same expression on his face. He then unfurled his wings and took to the sky. Once he was several feet in the air, he gazed down at the zebra command post in front of him. He shifted the ammo in his armor’s built-in battle saddle and began raining down bullets on the zebra forces inside.

As soon as the zebras noticed that there was a pegasus on the battlefield, the majority of their forces guarding the command post moved to target him.

When Pound Cake saw that many of the zebras were now targeting him, he ceased firing and started flying around to dodge the incoming attacks. He was very agile and was able to effortlessly avoid the bullets being shot at him. Some bullets managed to graze him; however, they all just bounced harmlessly off of his power armor.

Pound Cake made sure to keep the zebra forces focused on him, so he made sure to avoid flying low enough for them to see his teammates fighting back, and every so often, he stopped moving around quickly and stopped in the air to fire back at them.

While Pound Cake was keeping the zebra forces distracted, Applesnack poked his head out of the trenches again, clutched his rifle in his hooves and fired. He managed to strike one of the zebra soldiers right in the head.

While he stopped to reload, he turned to his commanding officer again. “Captain, the pegasus has us covered. We should take this opportunity to rush the enemy, sir.”

The red earth pony pulled back behind the trench to reload. He reloaded the weapon with his hooves, while he turned to address the green stallion. “Eeyup,” he said, as he nodded back at him. He then motioned to the rest of his troops and they all darted out of the trenches and rushed towards the command post.

One of the zebras that were firing at Pound stopped to reload. As he did, he glanced over to the side and he noticed that the pony’s ground forces were rushing the building. He then turned his mounted turret to face them, and yelled out, “The ponies are coming at us from the south!”

After he had said that, the zebras that had been shooting at Pound, all redirected their attacks towards the pony’s ground forces.

When Pound noticed that the zebras had shifted their attention away from him and towards the others, he was a bit worried. His eyes quickly darted between the zebras and the ground forces, but then he got an idea. He put on a sudden burst of speed and started flying towards the zebra that had alerted the rest of them. He kicked his battle saddle as he flew down towards him, and rained bullets down on him while he was distracted. The bullets penetrated the mounted shield on the turret as he got closer to him, and they went right through his head, killing him. Pound then quickly flew in through the open window, into the command post, while the zebras were distracted.

Once Pound was inside, he quickly flew along the corridors of the command post. As he turned a corner, into the main room, he saw a zebra soldier right in front of him. The zebra noticed him fly in and raised his gun to fire at him; however, Pound quickly whipped around, and the speed at which he did so caused his armor’s scorpion tail to rise up and struck the zebra right in the neck. The force of the strike snapped his neck and sent him flying into the wall.

The other zebras in the room, including a Captain, all heard this, and they all turned to face him and open fired. Pound quickly ducked behind a counter to avoid the incoming fire. The zebras continued to focus their attention on him.

Outside, closing in on the command post, the Captain and his forces noticed that the zebra’s fire had been drawn away from them. “We’ve got the enemy knocked off balance,” he said to his men, as he gripped his assault rifle in his mouth. They then open fired on the command post.

Inside, the zebras suddenly noticed the ground forces moving in on their position. They couldn’t allow the ponies to take the command post, so they all turned away from Pound, to focus their attacks on the pony’s ground forces.

When Pound Cake noticed them stop shooting at him, he quickly rose up into the air and dashed towards the zebra Captain. As Pound got closer to him, the zebra Captain turned around just in time for Pound to wrap his scorpion tail around his neck. He then pulled backwards and dragged the Captain into the air.

The zebras noticed this, and quickly drew their attention away from the ponies outside, to fire on the pegasus. Pound began flying backwards, out of the room. He moved from side to side to make it harder for the zebras to hit him. He also raised the zebra Captain up in front of him as a shield, since the zebras likely wouldn’t fire on their commanding officer. When he reached the door that he had come in through, he quickly darted off to another area of the command post, with the zebra Captain still clutched in his tail.

The zebras were about to charge after him, but then they suddenly heard a loud explosion at the front entrance. They all turned in the direction of the blast, and the ponies from outside began storming the building. The zebras all raised their guns to shoot at them; however, the ponies were faster and began mowing down every zebra in the room.

In another section of the command post, Pound held the zebra Captain by the neck, with his tail. The Captain was gasping for breath and lifted his front hooves to the armoured tail wrapped around his neck, and tried to free himself. He tugged at it with all of his might, but he couldn’t loosen the armoured grip around his neck.

Pound Cake narrowed his eyes and tightened his hold on the Captain’s neck. The zebra began making choking sounds and he started to struggle even more against the hold that Pound had on him. Eventually the zebra stopped struggling, and his hooves fell from around his neck and hang limply at his side. His head then tilted backwards and he stopped breathing completely. He was dead.

After the zebra Captain had died, Pound looked down at his body, still clutched in his tail. He then lifted his head, and his ears perked up. He could hear the sound of gunshots on the lower floors begin to die down. With the zebra Captain still held in his tail, he flew back down to the main room of the command post.

Back downstairs, all of the zebra forces had been wiped out and the ponies now had complete control of the command post. The Captain walked through the dead bodies of the zebras they had killed, and some of the ponies that they had lost. He hung his head down and silently wept for the dead.

He then raised his head and looked over at Applesnack, who was resting against the wall. He walked over to him and placed his hoof on his shoulder. Applesnack looked up at him as he spoke. “You did good today, soldier.”

Applesnack simply nodded back at him in response. The Captain then turned back around towards the door, as Pound Cake re-entered the room, with the zebra Captain still clutched in his tail.

He flew over to his Captain and dropped the zebra in front of him. He then dropped to the floor and stood into position before formally addressing him. “Sir, the Captain of the zebra armed forces in this area has been taken care of. Feel free to tell Command that you killed him. I’m sure that they’ll find that much more believable.”

The Captain glanced down at the dead body of the zebra Captain and then looked back at him, with a surprised look on his face. He then smiled and nodded. “Sorry soldier, but everypony around here gets the credit for their own kills.” He then walked closer to him and placed his hoof on his shoulder. “You did mighty fine for your first battle, soldier. You’ll make Corporal for this.” He then lowered his hoof and stepped back.

Pound looked back at his Captain in a bit of confusion, but then he smiled. He then raised his hoof in salute. “Thank you, Sir.”

As the years passed, Pound Cake continued to fight in many more battles during the war and was instrumental to many of their victories. He proved to be a model soldier, being able to both take and give orders correctly, successfully carry out his given tasks in a professional and capable way, obey the chain of command, and accomplish his missions skilfully and with minimum loss of life.

As the years went by, he continued to rise through the ranks, attaining a high position in the Equestrian Military. However, in all of those years, he never had any contact with his family back in Ponyville. He wanted them to remain unaware of his position, so that if he did die, the military wouldn’t send somepony to them telling them that he had died, just like they had done when his father was killed during the war. This way, without any confirmation that he was dead, they wouldn’t have to worry and could believe that he was still alive and safe, even if it meant that he never saw them again. To him, it was worth it not to see them cry like that ever again.

One day, during the final days of the war, after the pegasi had seceded from the rest of Equestria, and had closed up the sky, Pound Cake was called to attend a meeting of the pegasi’s higher ups. The purpose was to chart the megaspells that the zebras were launching against them as best they could, to ensure that, with the cloud curtain up, the zebras couldn’t target the rest of their cities in the sky.

Pound walked along the cloud corridors of the Neighvarro military base; clod in his Enclave power armor, sans the helmet. He eventually reached the meeting room and joined the rest of the senior staff, as they stood around a console at the centre of the room, charting the zebras long ranged megaspells; where they were, how many there were, where they were heading, and how long it would take for them to reach their destinations.

The console showed projections of the different towns and cities of surface Equestria, and charted how long it would take for the megaspells to reach them. As Pound Cake sat around the console with the others, his eyes suddenly shot open when he noticed Ponyville. He then placed his two front hooves on the console and leaned forward. “How long will it take for the zebra’s megaspells to reach Ponyville?” He was worried, but he still spoke calmly and professionally.

One of the ponies checked the terminal on the console in front of him for the answer. “By our estimates, about six hours.”

After Pound Cake had heard his reply, he removed his hooves from the console, turned around and started galloping out of the room.

As soon as the others saw him leave, they called out to him. “Colonel Cake. You know that you are not permitted to fly beneath the cloud layer. If you do, you will be branded as a traitor and never allowed to return.”

Before he reached the door, he stopped to address the others. “Don’t worry, I have no intention of abandoning the pegasi.” He then turned his head around. “I simply want to make sure that my family is safe.” Then, without waiting for a reply, he continued in his gallop out of the room.

Once he made his way outside, he quickly whipped out his wings and took to the air. Once he had built up enough speed, he turned his direction down, and in no time at all, had gone through the cloud cover.

“I know that there’s a stable near Ponyville, and I know that my sister is still alive. I have to make sure that she’s alright; and if I can just see her one more time…”

Once he had passed beneath the cloud cover, he turned towards the direction of Ponyville.

It had taken him two hours to reach Ponyville. As soon as he had arrived, he could see huge crowds of ponies all scrambling through the streets to get up to Stable 2. The crowds were made up entirely of earth ponies and unicorns. All pegasi had long fled up above the cloud cover.

Pound Cake soared above the crowds of worried ponies, and made his way over to Sugarcube Corner. However, when he got there, his eyes widened in fear of what he had seen. The entire building was boarded up and abandoned; and from the look of things, it had been abandoned for a while.

Pound’s mind immediately went to the worst case scenario, where his mother and sister were long dead; however, he just pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He wanted to believe that his family was still alive. He did believe that his family was still alive. With that resolve, Pound put a strong look on his face and flew off again.

He hovered over the crowds of ponies making their way up towards Sweet Apple Acres. Pound hovered over the crowds, searching for his sister, in the huge crowd of ponies beneath him. “Pumpkin!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “Pumpkin!” It was no use; he didn’t hear any reply, and he couldn’t spot her anywhere.

Suddenly, he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. “Hey, Littlepip! he called out to them. He then flew over to where they were.

To his luck, the pony that he called out to had heard him, and turned around to face him. “It’s Pipsqueak,” he said in a rather annoyed tone of voice. He was an earth pony; his coat was white with brown spots, and his mane was dark brown with some lighter streaks. He looked attractive for his age. He looked a bit older than Pound Cake, but he was a few inches shorter than him.

Pound caught up with him quickly and started talking to him. “Whatever,” he responded sarcastically. He quickly regained himself and became serious. “I’m trying to find my sister and she’s not at Sugarcube Corner. Have you seen her?”

Pipsqueak’s annoyed expression quickly disappeared, being replaced by a sad and worried expression. Pound noticed this and was prepared for a sad answer.

“I… I don’t know how to tell you this, but…” Pipsqueak started speaking, but he was finding it difficult to say what he needed to say. “A few weeks ago, your mother passed away, and your sister… she became distraught after losing everything she had left. She then heard about a special project for unicorns at the Ministry of Magic, so she closed up Sugarcube Corner and made her way to Maripony; and…” He gulped hard before continuing. “A few days ago the facility at Maripony was bombed.”

Pound’s eyes shot open immediately. The words were like a bullet to the chest. His heart exploded. He had no way of denying it, though. He had been out of contact with the surface for a while now and he didn’t know anything about what had happened to the surface, unless it involved the pegasi in some way. Pipsqueak had always been an honest pony and he would never joke around about something like this. That meant that it was true: his sister was dead. His whole world shattered.

Pipsqueak looked at Pound worriedly. He hadn’t moved at all for over two minutes. He had completely forgotten about all of the ponies around him, rushing up to Stable 2. He just stood there quietly; ready to comfort his old friend. Eventually though, he decided to break the silence. “Uhhmm, Pound; are you alright?”

Pound’s face was completely blank. He then whispered under his breath, “I’m sorry.” He spoke so quietly that Pipsqueak didn’t hear him, and he barely even knew that he had said it himself. Pound then came back to reality and looked up to face Pipsqueak. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” Pipsqueak asked worriedly.

Pound waited a second, and then smiled back at him slightly. “Yeah, I am.” Pipsqueak then smiled back at him too, though not a big smile, considering what he had just told him.

Pound Cake then started flapping his wings and rose higher into the sky, while keeping his gaze on Pipsqueak. “Make sure you get into that stable, okay? Stay safe, Littlepip.” He then faced upwards and started flying up into the sky.

Pipsqueak just smirked back at him and shouted out, “It’s Pipsqueak!” He then gave him another smile and then turned back around and continued running up towards Stable 2.

As Pound Cake flew higher into the sky and was approaching the cloud layer, he turned his gaze to the direction that Maripony was located. Over in the distance, he could see a huge cloud of smoke that lingered even now. Pound faced upward again, closed his eyes and shed a single tear. “Goodbye.”

With that, he opened up his eyes again and faced forward. He then picked up speed and disappeared above the cloud layer.

One year later

Pound Cake walked along the corridors of the Neighvarro military base, in his Enclave power armor, sans helmet. The door in front of him opened up and he stepped out into the courtyard.

There were rows of pegasi lined up in front of him, all standing straight and ordered. They were all wearing sets of power armor, but their armor was slightly different from the others. Their armor was bigger and stronger than other Enclave soldiers. They had more pronounced pauldrons and they crackled with electricity. They had the usual scorpion-like tail that all Enclave soldiers had. They also had a symbol of a pound cake where their cutie marks would be underneath.

Pound Cake walked in front of them and then stopped at the centre, so that he could be seen clearly by all of them. He had a stoic expression on his face. He then moved to address them. “Men; you are here because you are the best of the best, the elite; the pride of the pegasi. Every day you will all subject yourselves to rigorous training exercises in order to strengthen your core and to ensure that you are all behaving at 100% efficiency. You will move as one cohesive unit. Your will is the will of the Enclave. It is your strength that carries the pegasus race through the dark times, and you must always be there to answer the call whenever she is threatened. Do you understand me?”

Every soldier there all stood to attention. “Sir.”

Pound gave every soldier a look over as they prepared for their morning drills. He then gave them all a reassuring nod.

As the years passed, Pound Cake continued to rise even higher through the ranks. Eventually, he became the very first Supreme Commander of the Grand Pegasus Enclave. He was well liked and respected by not only the Enclave, but by all of the pegasi above the cloud cover. He worked hard and diligently and remained loyal and true to the Enclave. It was all he had left, and he would fight with all of his strength in order to protect it.

Pound Cake continued to serve the Enclave and all of the pegasi above the clouds for decades to come. When the time came when he finally died, he was so well respected and admired by all of the pegasi, that when he finally died, it was unanimously decided that no one pony could ever replace him; and so, from that point onward, the Grand Pegasus Enclave erected the High Council as the new ruling branch of government above the clouds, in remembrance of this great pony, and making sure that nopony else ever stood above him.

Pound Cake is remembered amongst the pegasi as one of the greatest ponies to ever live, and have erected multiple statues of him, in all of their cloud cities, so that they will never forget him.

They even named the squad of elite rangers that he himself trained, after him, in remembrance of his leadership, ingenuity, battle hardenedness and military tactical ability.

Pound’s Rangers.