Author's Note

Hello everyone I do with deep regret and deep sorrow. Apologize for the long length of time between chapters. Life became very busy very hard for a little bit and so hectic that I had very little time to work on this chapter, Not to mention, I overloaded myself by trying to work on multiple stories at once. I don’t recommend that anyways, I hope this chapter is a well received Christmas gift or whatever holiday you celebrate her this time of the year please enjoy feedback and comments are highly encouraged.

Spilled Crimson

South East of occupied Trottingham four months since the Fall

Four months. Four months of ceaseless death and war. Four long months since Trottingham fell, and yet with all their power, magic and strength of arms the crimson hive and Caribou armies could advance no further than four miles beyond the city. That was how fierce and determined the resistance of Equestria was, for every pony that was killed a hundred crimson changelings and caribou apiece were laid low. For every inch of ground taken, a thousand met their end, no matter how outnumbered the warriors of Equestria were they fought with the fury and courage of the heroes of old, undaunted and unwavering against these most terrible foes. But now, the tide was turning, News had reached Ulfric's command post behind the Equestrian lines that while, the enemy held the city they did not fully control it, even now four months after its defeat resistance was ever present, Royals guards that had evaded capture, police, first responders and anyone with the courage and strength to lift a sword and fight back did so housed deep within the ancient catacombs and tunnels that ran beneath Tottingham's streets and metro stations, those few thousand who refused to surrender waited and prepared for the time that they would free their home, and the flag of Equestria would fly from every flag pole and roof top once more.

But now, after several weeks of preparation and with miners from Slate sands and from the small diamond dog settlement of Iron Barrow, tunnels had been hollowed out two miles behind the equestrian lines at a depth of four hundred feet running right under trottingham, right through ancient rock and into the catacombs, thousands of Royal guards poured through the tunnels. For now it was time to reclaim what had been taken and if needed avenge what was lost.

Ulfric cast his gaze out onto the city before him, Caribou and Crimson hive banners fluttering in the wind above a city the did not belong to them, how he loathed those who now dwelled with in, and how his mind was filled with grief and sorrow for what may have been happening to those who had not been able to escape the cities fall.

“Colonel Iron hoof” he said with a tone of that was laced with anger and hate for the enemy. “Commence attack, it is time to reclaim our city and that which was wrongfully take from us, burn their mongrel hides.”

The unicorn colonel that stood only feet away from Ulfric simply nodded her horned flared with amber magic before she fired skyward a blight spark of light climbing towards the clouds before it burst like a firework. From the trenches half a mile ahead catapults trebuchet, ballista and cannon unleashed their fury upon the walls and battlements, and from within the city thousands if resistance fighters and guards and any pony who could wield a weapon poured out of subway tunnels, sewer culverts and even from the basements of skyscrapers attack from within and from three sides the Caribou and crimson changelings would now be extremely hard pressed to hold the city that they had already paid heavily in souls and blood to conquer. Now more would be paid to take it back from them. Through Fire and flame over the next four weeks the city was slowly retaken street by street building by building room by room, even with the aid of the resistance, it was a long and costly campaign, yet the resolve of the stallions and mares fighting to reclaim that which was wrongfully taken never faltered in their resolve or will to continue onward. And onward they would go, as long as it took until they would react the capitol of the Caribou Empire.

three weeks later

Who could have known what was fond within the city once it was reclaimed, who could have even imagined what crimes against pony kind crimes against life itself would be discovered once trottingham was free save for a few pockets of resistance where fanatics continued to hold out despite having lost the battle to hold a city that was never theirs.

Ulfric remembered, he remembered from the last war with the Caribou all those long winters past the depravity and horrific things they did to the prisoners. But this, he was ill prepared for what was discovered. At first it was a single report of a library having been turn into what the Caribou called a re-education center, but then one by one more reports and discoveries flowed into hospitals turned into breeding facilities where mares and fillies were violated continuously until they were forcibly inseminated, mothers forced to watch their daughter be used like cattle, as their sons were forced upon mares they didn’t, and the stallions fathers, uncles, friends, strangers their minds broken thanks to Caribou Mind spells. Many when their senses were restored couldn’t handle learning what they had done, many sought the release of death some, could only look upon their families in shame, others left never to be heard from again.

The worst were the slave markets that had been set up across Trottingham, vile wretched and evil places where Stallions, Mares, colts and even Fillies were publicly displayed even violated as they were sold off to the highest bidders from across the Caribou Empire and crimson Changeling Hive, each one was burned to the ground the moment they were found.

Ulfric watched from a nearby rooftop as another of these disgusting places of commerce was destroyed and the imprisoned were free, it reminded him of everything that was at stake not just for Trottingham but the whole of Equestria and the free world, he would not see this evil be allowed to rise a third time, nor would he see families destroyed and torn apart as a food source or for diabolical pleasure. Never again, as he stood there watching he held in his hand a small black velvet covered box, that sat open upon his palm, within it I was a ring forged long ago made with passion, love and a promise to a princess he cherished and cared for deeply, he would ask her that question he had wanted to ask but was denied due to the banishment of Nightmare moon

“My dearest Luna, my queen of the night, my love. I hope when we see each other next and have time to ourselves I hope this request is received with joy and a promise” he said to himself before he turned walking away, back to the fight, back to the war.