Author's Note

Wowie. It has been a hell of a long time since I've touched this story. It's about time I address the situation and explain as much as I can as to why there has been and will not be any more chapters as well as explain the endings hourglass and I had planned.

First item on the agenda: Will this story be continued?
This story will not be updated again unless I get back into mlp and find the inspiration to continue it. I don't have the heart to part with it and give ownership to anyone else so it'll just be here.

Second item: Why has there been no updates in the past year and a half?
A number of reasons. The first one was hourglass just disappearing, haven't heard from the guy since I uploaded the last chapter. I got about 1750 words into the next chapter alone and that will be posted below but then I got bored of mlp. Hourglass disappearing had thrown my groove off and I got bored of the show.

Third Item: The end of the story
Hourglass and I had brainstormed a number of ideas, which were as follows:

• The Good End

Everything goes as planned, Trey and Mitchell successfully assassinate Celestia and everything goes back to normal.

• The Bad End (lovingly dubbed the Treytor End by myself)

Somewhere along the line Trey's sympathy for the ponies gets the better of him and at the last second he knocks the Mortuum C from Mitchell's grasp just before the Celestia kill and Mitchell just escapes as Trey is ponified. Mitchell goes undercover and joins Celestia's army in the final attack in the NASA base to warn Past-Trey and Past-Mitchell of Trey being a traitor however is shot and killed by Trey in the first chapter as the pony that yelled "Wait, don't! Stop!" When it got too close to the launch site. Then the pony that stopped to help was none other than Trey, with Mitchell dying in his hooves. This is the end I was going for hence why it is the most detailed.

• The Trey2 End

Continuing from after the end of the Bad End, ponified Trey suffers a head injury in Equestria long the fall of the last resistance goes back in time to warn Mitchell and Trey whilst they were on their mission of Trey betraying Mitchell. This would then continue with the original Trey being tied up and gagged the whole rest of the sotry with Trey2 taking his place or Trey changing his ways and not sympathising with the ponies leading to Trey2's eventual nonexistance.

Well, that's all, everyone. Below is as far I as got with the next chapter before giving up. It's been a fun ride And as always:

Have a good day/night

MrLongSurname

The Abrupt End and an Explanation

Mitchell Fedorson

27th February 2041
London

Chaos.

It had just all happened too quickly.

One minute, we were simply scouting for supplies and food, the next minute there was a horde of Newfoals bearing down on us. The quiet London street suddenly filled with an extremely large amount of deranged smiling ponies.

“SHIT, AIR SUPPORT! WE NEED AIR SUPPORT!” My Commander yelled into a radio and we all dived behind cover and those of us with rifles set them to automatic.

I don't have a rifle though. I have a Beretta 92 semi-automatic pistol. Not the ideal weapon for this situation. Not at all.

Luckily, there are thirteen of us here in this group. Nine of us have rifles and the others, like me, have pistols.

We sprayed the street in a hailstorm of bullets. The Newfoals just kept coming though. They were all smiling, completely unaffected that they were running through the carcasses of their fallen right at us.

God it felt like hours, it felt like every shot took a minute to fire and hit its target. It was like someone had taken the timeline and stretched out this moment to make it feel like it was lasting forever.

I was aware of someone yelling a few metres away. He wasn't speaking anything with meaning, just cursing and swearing at the Newfoals over and over as we fired.

Then all of a sudden, as soon as it started, it stopped. The street was clear.

Blood painted the street roads, everywhere I looked there was splashes of that liquid. I felt sick. There were pools of potion amidst the blood which had mixed to form a disgusting sparkling crimson liquid.

“Damn good shooting, boys,” My Commander said, pulling out the radio again. “Never mind, we’re clear.” He grinned as he faced us but as I saw him, I felt sick.

There was a trickle of Potion dripping from his uniform onto his bare leg.

He was going to become a pony.

“What?” He asked us as we stared, faces white with horror at what was about to happen to him.

Suddenly he lurched forward and with a series of sickening wet crunches, all the bones in his leg snapped at once and started reforming into hoof bones.

My Commander had fallen over and has now writhing in agony on the street. His breath was haggard and his eyes conveyed all the pain he was experiencing.

“Run!” He whispered to us in a throaty voice.

“My God, oh my god! It's a failed conversion,” someone said behind me. She was right. The process was taking far too long to complete and he was experiencing way too much pain and not falling asleep.

“What do you mean, ‘failed?’” somebody asked,

She turned to him, eyes alive with fear and horror, “Either he was hit with some of the prototype potion, or there was something in him that caused the change to stop.”

There was silence for a few minutes as well all registered what had happened. Our Commander now a twisted, twitching mess of blood, muscle, bone and fur.

“What do we do?” Someone else asked,

“We head back. Mission failed. Without a Commander we’ll be screwed.” The woman who said it was a failed conversion replied.

And so we did. We began the trek back to the London HLF HQ. We didn't know it at the time, but the horde was a warning sign. The Barrier was coming and Celestia’s Liberation Army would come first to ponify all of London.

The Battle of London was about to begin.

England’s final stand, and I was fighting on the front lines.

8th November 2048
Somewhere in Florida

“Mitchell! Wake up! Dammit wake up!”

Trey shook me out of my slumber, speaking with an urgent tone, with a panicked countenance.

“What is it?” I grunted, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Trey thrust the Events Notebook, open to a specific page, under my nose, “You need to look at this!”

“Huh? Eh? What?”

“Just do it, Mitchell!”

“Fine, alright.” I said and skimmed through the information.

“Florida sector four… Last operating generator… November increase in patrol number… Holy fucking shit.”

I looked at Trey, my expression now matched his troubled one.

“We have to leave. We can't interfere with what's going to happen,” Trey hissed at me. I nodded, not bothering to argue on this one.

“I agree, it's too dangerous to change something like that. Maybe we can save one or two of them though. We don't have to tell them about the mission, just stop them from getting ponified.” I suggested.

“Too dangerous, any changes made could render all the information useless,”

“Yes, I know. But… You're right.” I sighed, “they’ll all change back once we kill the Solar Bitch anyway.”

Trey raised his eyebrow. “Really, you're not going to argue?”

“No point. Let's just get out of here as soon as possible. We need to get to Gull Lake.”

“We’ll need a car if we want to get there before the HLF base falls.” Trey stated the obvious.

I let out a long yawn “So it's agreed then. We stay here until we have a car and enough supplies, then we head for Gull Lake, get the Mortuum C, get on a plane to France, get the ED Mark One then bust into Equestria, drink the temporary potion and somehow kill Celestia.”

“What you saying?” Ivan butted in on the conversation.

“Oh, nothing.” Trey quickly said, paling slightly, “just outlining the plan for when we get out of here.”

“Ashleigh will be up now, I suggest you go see her.” Ivan grunted in his thick accent

“We will,” I stood up, picked up my backpack which I used as a pillow and then put on my trench coat which I used as sheets. I patted my waist to make sure my Glock was still there, then I slung my BMCR over my back with my pack. Trey got all of his stuff together and soon enough we were stood outside of the tent on the soggy ground. I looked up and I could've sworn I saw a flutter of pegasi wings in the cloud, not attacking just… watching… I was about to point it out when I heard Ashleigh call.

“So what are you two doing back here?”

Trey and I whirled around, “oh, uh, we were leaving but then it started to storm and our car had broken down so we decided to come back,” Trey shook his head to clear away some confusion.

Ashleigh nodded in understanding, “I see. I suppose you want to stay until you can get a new car,”

“Indeed,” I smiled, “then we’ll be on our way to Gull Lake to the HLF base there.”

Trey shot me an annoyed look but I had figured that revealing that piece of information wasn't going to harm anyone by telling them it.

“Gull Lake huh, that's a long drive. You’ll be going through the battleground that is Chicago,”

“We’ll be lucky to make it through,” Trey said, “I heard Celestia has sent the full might of her Liberation Army, including the airship Divine Authority and its sistership the Solar Grace there.”

“She has?!” Ashleigh was astounded, “God save the military and HLF there, then.”

“Yeah, all that and the PER potion-bombing civilians. Chicago’s got to fall soon. There's no surviving all of that.” I added. Of course, we already knew that it would. Celestia herself would lead the final assault and when Chicago fell that was when people realised there was no way we would win this war. With luck, we’ll get there after it happens.

“Last we heard from any resistance was of Luna leading an army into Czech, Slovakia and Poland in an attempt to crush the Slavic Resistance Army.” Ashley said.

At the beginning of the war, in 2041, the three Western Slav countries formed a heavy resistance army and managed to completely force all ponies out of their countries, destroying all the bureaus there. Backed by the Russians, Ukrainians and Belarusians and the newly reformed Yugoslavia, it was became a famous symbol of Slavic unity from countries usually at each other’s necks.

Luna’s army would be lured into a huge trap, being led into Kraków then be completely surrounded by the Slavic Resistance, and almost completely destroyed. Luna would escape, of course, but not without having sustained huge casualties. The battle would later be known as The Battle of Kraków, becoming a huge symbol of hope for all.

Eventually though, the Slavic Resistance had to abandon Eastern Europe as the barrier expanded through most of it, before coming to a stop just outside St. Petersburg, where they would aid the Russian Resistance, until it would finally end in late 2050 with Celestia leading her finest legions and airships against them, and resulting in near-total destruction for both sides: they fought to a stalemate so the Resistance finally ended it with nuclear bombardment, destroying themselves and Celestia’s army.

Rumour has it that one sect of the Resistance survived though: The Winged Hussars; named after the old Polish elite cavalry, famous for the largest cavalry charge in history against the Ottomans in Vienna.

Not that it mattered, considering the Slavic Resistance was literally the last hope for mankind and their destruction confirmed our loss. A few months later our base would be found, and, well, you know the rest.

“That was a few months ago, I think,” Trey said, “I should fill you in on what happened. The Slavs defeated Luna’s army, and still hold Eastern Europe.”

“Damn, maybe there is a chance we could still win!” Ashley said, surprised.

“Yeah, who would've thought out of all people it was the Slavs that would be most successful,” I chuckled.

“Mhm,” Ashley trailed off, “okay, speaking of Slavs, tell Ivan that he will be accompanying you on your scavenge trip,”

“We can handle this alone, thanks,” Trey protested.

“I insist,” She replied, “safety in numbers, and an extra gun can't hurt, can it?”

“Well, not to us I hope,” I said, “but maybe it would to the ponies.”

“All the more reason to take him.”

“Fine,” Trey gave in, “he can come.”

“Okay, now if that's all, I have important things to be doing.” Ashley said and walked back into her tent.