The Mortality of a Fleeting Paradise

Many miles west of Ponyville in a dainty idyllic town called The East, a pony called sledgehoof had just risen to power through a wonderful election campaign involving but not limited too: a free butterscotch candy for every pony, promises to not smash all their skulls in with sledgehammers and a better education department.

"Aaaaargh neigh argh" boomed every single television set, radio, phone and loudspeaker in the entirety of the east, as they broadcasted sledgehoofs presidential speech.

"Mm hmm, I believe in freedom, justice and everyone DOING EXACTLY THE FUCK I SAY IF THEY WANNA LIVE" sledgehoof screamed unbalancedly the suit he was wearing for his tv campaign had already begun to rip and tear, Barkley able to contain his overly many bod.

"I just want to thank all you brave and loyal ponies FOR LETTING ME WIN THIS ELECTION, now I know you may be saying things like "he didn't win, he just killed every other possible candidate." or "he threatened to kill me with a hammer." but rest assured I sledgehoof last name omitted solemnly swear upon murder death and gratuitous violence, that I will be a good president" he looked extremely pleased with himself, as the crowd that was unwillingly witnessing his ascension clapped and cheered, knowing full well that if they didn't they would be killed violently.

It made no difference to sledgehoof his obvious unbalanced ness and general psychotic behaviour prevented from seeing this dauntingly obvious fact.

He retreated to his mansion, all the the slaves he had taken from his plundering around equestria, now served as faithful butlers, sexslaves or murder toys. As he reached the top floor, he immediately went to his full sized mirror room to admire his appearance.

Every hair was still in place, forming a slick, though sleepy businessman hairstyle. His large white horn protruded nobly though pointlessly from his mighty head. He didn't know how to use magic. This was the reason he was in equestria instead of his home, to the north. The land in snow. In this harsh barely liveable country the only ponies that lived there were an ancient breed of barbaric alicorns. There kind was so old and lived for so long, sledgehoof was old enough to remember the princesses being born. It was back then when the tribe was led by king blizzardus the brother of the king of equestria, king solarus. He was to be the heir to the throne, once his father passed on. But as he was growing up he discovered he didn't have the talent or the brain power to have a grasp of magic more than a newborn colt. His flying made the so called wonderbolts look like a pathetic earth pony falling to their feather from an overly high mountain. And his strength, he could cleave mountains in twist with his front hoof alone. One of his bucks caused earthquakes, though this was not uncommon with his kind. But strength and flying prowess was not enough. Every time he entered the arena, his strength and speed was bested by simple spells by much less worthy fighters.

After 250 years of this, though he appeared in his mid 20s, his family had had enough. They disowned him and announced his sister princess razor mane as heir. Sledgehoof was banished to equestria, where he travelled to the ever free forest he had about, it was here that he honed his already impressive fighting skills. Though more importantly this was the place where his mind would twist and turn, for though he would never admit it he was lost and the forest had gotten the better of him. The turmoil in his mind, constantly reminding him of the injustice and cruelty his worthless family had shown him.

It was here that he became sledgehoof the darkness of the ever free.