I don't want your approval.
I don't want your praise or your pity.
If you weren't there during those desperate days, you'll never understand.
How could you?
The history books may say this, the stories may say that. One thing I've found about history books and stories is that they'll invariably be written by ponies who weren't there, and our war was no exception. Everypony wants to forget what we need to remember. Nopony wants to know, nopony wants to care.
Now I'm going to set the record straight, once and for all. So few are alive who remember it accurately after all.

This is the story of Equestria's fight for survival. The Elements had abandoned us. The Princesses couldn't fight our battle for us. Nopony could dig us out of this one. We had to fight for ourselves. We had to fight for our lives. We had to fight for Equestria.

My name is Bastion. This is my war.


(Art by Bunnish, who I thoroughly recommend to any who are looking for an artist. Editing by Brandedahall who I likewise thoroughly recommend for those looking for an editor. Your comments are welcome, as is your criticism.)