"The Kingdom of Varania is a proud and ancient society, where everypony has their place, with Justice and Prosperity as their goals and ideals. Or so would the nobles would like us to believe. But it is too late for that, for the poor and the downtrodden have risen up! To arms, brothers of the Light! To bloody battlefields and the broken corpses of the enemies of the Revolution! Pentru luminile!"

-Excerpt of the speech made by the revolutionary leaders at the Senate, in front of the captive nobles and King, September 11th, 1306 A.V. (Ani Vară)

The Realm is in chaos, and no matter how much the Lights like to pretend they have the control of the situation, it just keep getting worse each and every day. Enters Onix, brilliant strategist (and terrible, terrible tactician), who leads a small faction of moderate revolutionary. What he does not know is that his story will become intertwined with that of his nation.

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