Tales of Past Times: The Scourge

12 YEARS AGO

June 13, 1265. Escargoat, 5 hour march from Pearis.

Frost stared endlessly at the flaps of his tent being yanked around by the wind. He paused for a moment wondering to himself why he was doing that in the first place, clearly lost in thought he ignored the figure trotting in. Realizing his state of mind, he quickly pulled himself out of his trance to meet the pony in front of him.

Before speaking, he saluted. "General. They have arrived and seek your company. Shall I escort you to them?"

Upon hearing this news, he frowned. "Good to hear." He sighed, "I was wondering when they would show up. As for the escort, no thank you Cl. Beak."

The colonel stays in full position waiting for his orders. "You are dismissed, Colonel." The large pegasus pony salutes one last time before heading out into the snow filled world.

Frost sighs as he puts on his armor yet again. He hates the armor, but he has no choice. He must represent the army he worked so hard to forge. He quickly shrugs and winces at the memories of his past with this army, lest not the guilt overcome him again. Frost Eye has made quite a name for himself over the past 3 years. He remembers it all, every single battle he raged ever since the war began. He used to regret it, all the death, all the suffering, all the pain, but now he knows that these were the necessary ingredients to make a great army, and to finally bring peace, and unity. He shrugged off his worry, wondering off into the world beyond the flaps of his tent. The two guards stationary at the entrance of his tent, stood straight up, boldly saluting. Frost wandered through the camp, passing his tens of thousands of soliders. They saluted, but said nothing. Instead they all just stared, some hiding behind others. He was feared, but he was loved. He was the army, as were they.

After several minutes of trotting through the camp, the high ranking officer approached a much larger tent, previous to his own. He entered without a moments notice, gathering the small chitter chatters to a complete stop. Without a glance at the 6 ponies sitting at the table, he boarded the small platform in the back.

He cleared his throat, "Let's make this quick. I have a war to win."

"As do we, General." A lavender unicorn, sitting in the middle of the six said.

"Yes I suppose you do, Ms. Sparkle." Frost said while shooting her a smile, which she nodded to.

"Princess. Princess Sparkle." She stated.

Frost completely ignored her, not caring for any kind of royal nonsense. He floated the paperwork in front of his face, and began to read.

"Hello. My name is Frost Eye, General of the Civil Equestrian Army. I have gathered you here today to come to an agreement between us, and the Royal Army. I understa-" -Twilight interrupts him- "Save it, Frost. Where's the paper. Every minute we waste, more ponies die."

"Whatever you say, Ms. Sparkle." He said, grunting.

"That's Princess Sparkle. I am the Princess of this country, and I will respected as so." Very annoying, Frost thought.

"As I said, Ms. Sparkle." Frost said, smiling, avoiding contact.

"How dare yo-" - "Alright, Twilight. There's no need for dis kind'a behavior. Jst' let'em be." The orange coated, yet heavily armored mare said.

"With this document, it will officially state that we will join forces for at least until we take Pearis. Do you understand what this means? You will be under my command. I have the majority of the forces, ammunition, and supplies. I have you agree to this?" Frost said.

Twilight shot him a glare, slowly looking at the other mares in the tent. They each nodded, which Twilight gave the final nod.

"Great, now please sign here." Frost levitated the documents to Twilight. He could clearly see that the pony in white clothes, with a pink mane was disturbed. "Is something wrong, Ms. Fluttershy?"

She nodded, "How can you do that? You aren't even a unicorn?" Twilight giggled. "Because he's a monster, Fluttershy." She shot him a glare that pierced him like daggers. "He is no pony. He is not Equestrian." Fluttershy looked confused, "Why?" she asked.

Frost decided to answer instead of allowing Twilight to send more insults at him. "Twilight, you speak such awful words to your founding fathers. If it were not for us, the war with Discord would have never been won, and your precious princess," Twilight cringed with anger at the mentioning of her formally active mentor, "would have never been able to establish this country."

He sighed, switching his attention to Fluttershy. "As for you, that is classified information, only obtainable by someone I can trust. No offence of course." Frost sighed again before taking up the paperwork.

"Enough talk. We have a war to win."

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"Is something the matter, Twilight?" A voice said from behind the royal figure.

She groaned, "Past memories are surfacing again." Twilight turned and faced the figure, revealing it to be Applejack. "We need him."

"I know Twi, but it's been months...No years since we have heard from him. For all we know he could be..." She said, trailing off at the end.

Twilight turned back around, trotting over to her window in her royal palace. She looked upon the nation of Equestria, and all its glory. She looked to the right and saw all the beautiful success she has created the past few years since her mentors disappearance. Yet, she loathed to look to the left. She did, seeing all the vast destruction just beyond the city gates. Black scars covered the land from the tide of death that descended upon them.

"I know, but I still believe."