World of PonyCraft

   "Four years have passed, since the mortal races banded together, and stood united, against the might of the Burning Legion. Though Azeroth was saved, the tenuous pact between the Horde, and the Alliance, has all but evaporated....the drums of war, thunder, once again..."

To have one's parents die is terrible thing, especially when you are a filly. They came in the night, I was only 10 years old. Screams woke me from my sleep, and I hid under my bed. Walking out when they left, the sight of my parent's blood was the first thing to meet my eyes. Ever since then, revenge against them has been the only thing on my mind, and always will be, until every last one is dead.

And I mean Every. Last. One.

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