The land of Equestria was not found all the way till the winter ghost uprising...
It had been found and explored way before that...by a group of forsaken ponies.
They were known as many different names in each pony tribe. The Formidable Hybrid, Self Nomadic Herds, The Striding Outcasts...
But in the common tongue with which earth ponies, unicorns and pegasus all communicated, they were recognized in one simple name:

THE BATTLE PONIES, the warhorse master race among all the ponies known to this world.

Commander Hurricane may boast his comrade pegasi as natural warriors as he like, but pegasi only fight when it's necessary.
Earth ponies won't sort to any form of conflict unless both communication and negotiation fail, and let alone the peaceful unicorns.

But only battle ponies are the true instinctive fighting steeds, they don't fight for food, property or fame, nor any kind of benefit.
They fight, for honor, values they hold faith in, and for questioning, inquiries about what is truly worth fighting for, in their life.
No, they're not the battle crazy berserk as you might picture them to be, but rather, they are more like born soldiers, and natural
adventurers. Instead of cozy shelter, Battle Ponies prefer to brave through in the wild and live a simple, but much more primitive life.

In all the preceding 400 years of peaceful ages, Third Era hadn't been able to witness even one single birth of Battle ponies.
Not only because cross-tribe marriage between the three pony kinds were still rare, but also, even there were such uncommon family, their baby would only be born as either kind of their parents. "The Hybrid" would not really occur at individual level...unless, and until, a brewing crisis is near. The Race of Battle Pony hadn't just risen as a coincidence...they came to this pony world at the time of need, desperation and great change. But what their exact destiny is ? remain unknown for 95 years to any pony, until...an old unicorn wizard came along.

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"There you are!" said an approaching old unicorn propping his staff towards a herd of ponies lying around, loosely together.
"Why in all, do you blade rangers pony have to travel so much EVERY SINGLE WEEK? I mean, you don't even have any directions or destinations do you??" complained the old one, trying really hard to catch his breath while doing so, with really frustrated expressions.
"If you foals are just loving wandering, why bother go so far?? I was expecting to find you somewhere around north border but it took me A WHOLE DAY to finally find you here!! in some bloody wasteland around the west plan field, which is...NOWHERE!!" cursed the unicorn."Now explain yourself Razor Flare!! why do you make an elder search for you so hard yet I informed you my visit 2 days ago ?!"

"Urrhhhh..." And so one of these ponies finally reacted upon hearing his own name, getting up and trotting slowly yet looking impatiently uninterested at all. As a matter of size, you might not even consider him as a 'pony', for he's roughly half-time taller, bigger and wider compared to the unicorn wizard in front of him. Sound of heavy steps emitted from his light-azure body, he sure is giant to a pony...
"Because I've told you already, old beard. don't even bother to find me!! We just didn't wanna stay there at all." rolling his silver eyes.
"Yeah we came to that small north village only to trade some goods, that's all, we come, we trade, we leave, problem?" said one of Razor's
companions behind, agreeing with him. "We just come and leave, that's how we live, we're wandering Rangers, you know that, beard."
Referring back to whoever said this, Razor give a look that his point is proved, and shrug a bit to play innocent and unintentional.

"First of all, could you foals show some respect and don't just call me 'beard'?" The unicorn snorted, "The name is Star Swirl !! "
"I might suddenly get into the mood to shave someday you know~! what will you call me then?" he yelled to this crowd in the background
with a bit of an protesting attitude, which only received some unbelieving laughter...Everypony know StarSwirl won't shave...
"And secondly, I knew very well you are just a bunch of over-energetic steeds that loves galloping,
but just why are you fleeing when I have clearly said that I had something to discuss with you, what?Razor?? Does that mean you start hiding from even an old friend ? I just don't understand...How hard could it be, to wait a few days for an old, slow horse like...well, me? "
Star Swirl paused and shook his walking stick a bit to remind.

The pony named Razor Flare sighed and facehooved himself. "It's not anything personal to you, my old friend, trust me." Said so as giving
Starswirl a brief hug of brotherly welcome. "It's just that we...really don't feel comfortable around those normal communities." he sat.
"We, are OUTCAST, maybe not banished, but certainly not suited for any of the major societies either, that's all. WE JUST DON'T FIT."
"And that, is also why I came here." Starswirl replied with a slight smile, "What coincidence! was going to bring up good news about this."
"I know pretty well that we can't force you 'battle rangers' into our world, but we actually don't have to do that to change something."
The old unicorn turned back to view the beautifully vast golden bliss as the sun is about to dusk, ending this exhausting day for him.

"...Well? to change what? don't just stop there~" Razor sometimes really hated this cliffhanging of him,
can't hold it so much, that even his act of drinking from his bottles was annoying.
So he is interested after all...this is a sign...that they are not contented with the current situations either...A GOOD SIGN.
*gulp *gulp *gulp "Ahr..." Starswirl finished his water and turned back to Razor, this time with a bigger smile.
"I' ll tell you more details later~but first, where would you camp for the night? I definitely need some warm and bright campfire."
"What...? No,No, we only set fire for nights in winter, it's just autumn now, and we don't really camp, just lay on the grass and sleep!"
This time, it is Starswirl who rolled his eyes. NOT BARBARIAN, I KNOW...BUT CERTAINLY TOO B*CKING PRIMITIVE TO ME...!!
"Fine, can I at least get a tent?? That's the best an old unicorn can do to survive the wild, and it's not like unicorns are good at this!"

Author's Note

This chapter could be seen as Star Swirl the Bearded 's memory written in
The War against the winter
the term Blade Ranger is one of the three kinds of battle ponies,
it is the hybrid of pegasus and earth ponies, the two remaining is coming soon

All comments are welcome :)