Prologue: You want to know?
Celestia has seen many things throughout her time as ruler, she has seen war and the lives it takes, the homes it destroys, and the land it poisons. She has seen entire towns burned to the ground, and cities fallen because of poor decision making, and cowardly ponies who guarded it and fled in the midst of battle. Celestia herself has burned several cities to the ground during the darker ages of Equestria, out of rage, spite, and just pure anger. And she regrets it to this day...
She has seen monsters rise and fall, over her three thousand year rule she has fought on both the good, and the bad side of things. For riches, fame and glory, or for the safety of her ponies. Of course, very little know of this, unless they dig deep enough that is.
But never... never has Celestia ever seen an entire city brought to its knees, and she doesn't even know why that happened.
Trotland, one of Equestria's most renowned city and resort, and an industrial metropolis with more then three million ponies in it... and they were all either dead or missing... but why? WHY?! Celestia shook her head as she slowly walked down through the hall of the castle she shared with her sister. Trotland was well known for being one of the biggest cities in Equestria, built to last from the ground up, some said it may have been over built. Tunnels that spider webbed throughout the city which made up the underground train system that spanned for miles in every direction, several airports for blimps and airships and a massive dockland that housed several cargo ships. The city acted as one of the major trade hubs for just about every bit of trade in Equestria, fabrics, wood, oil, metals, and foods, among other unsavory things.
And now... now it lay in ruins, a desolate battleground covered in blood, snow, and frozen corpses. Destroyed, from what... she could only guess.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this. She told herself as she made her way down the hall to an interrogation room that held a pony that was with
