So this is what it has come to. Hiring specialised foreign mercenaries to take care of a problem Princess Sparkle has caused, which got so out of hoof that not even the Royal Sisters could prevent its consequences.

Why didn't she anticipate this? Why didn't she think that there was but a sliver of a chance that this could happen? Why didn't she foresee how much... pain she would cause. How she hur...

No. She couldn't have seen it coming, nor stop it when it began. She could do nothing, except find help. And now, after she found that help?

Now she waits, until the hunt is finally over.

A first-person story, probably one of the darkest (if I ever write more, that is) stories you'll find on this profile. Heavy stuff is to be expected.
Trigger warning: Not a happy story. At all. Dunno, thought I should mention it... again.