I was an innocent filly once. My parents escaped the war of Daybreaker and Nightmare Moon and founded their own colony. It was a colony for all those that managed to escape the carnage left by the rulers that once swore to protect this land. I was born in this colony, and my parents wanted me to never see the battlefield - never see the bodies of stallions, mares, and foal either clinging for dear life or begging some pony to just put an end to their pain and kill them.

It happened when I was eight. I could remember my mother teaching me my magic and my father teaching me to fight using techniques he created. It was something I always thought was fun, but my parents told me that it was training - training to prepare me for what they prayed would never come my way.

The princesses were fighting over the sky again, and it was shifting back from day to night for the last hour when I was told it was time for me to go to bed. Before I could, though, something out of the ordinary was coming our way.

Ominous dark clouds began to consume the skies, and a large airship expelled itself from the dark tempest and began descending down. My father came to me in a worried panic and directed me with a herd of ponies to an underground hideaway and told me to go in with them and not come out until given his say so. He had all the stallions and the strongest mares with him as he marched away to do battle. As for the other ponies, they retreated to hide themselves and their foals with spears in hoof for protection.

Every pony was in such a state of panic that they never even noticed me wander off, trying to catch up with my parents and help them with what I assumed was some kind of invasion. I thought with my training I was ready for anything. That was something a delusional little filly like me would have thought, I suppose.

When I had arrived, I saw ponies I once called friends impaled through from spears, and displayed like decorations. On the ground were more dead ponies and these strange dog-like creatures in a pool of blood. I screamed from the top of my lungs and fled as fast as I could back to the hideaway.

As I trotted back, on the verge of vomiting, I halted from the sounds of tortured screams. I saw a battle between the dog-creatures and the refugee mares - both sides were losing. These creatures sliced with their claws and tore through them all, while the ponies impaled their spears in the eye sockets of the creatures before death.

All I could do was stand there in my hidden area and cower for my life as I watched the mares and other foals I used to play with die in front of me. I will never forget the mutilated corpses. The way chunks of them were carved off. The way they left a stagnant odor as the flies quickly showed themselves.

Before I knew it, both sides had left nothing but rotten carcasses for wondering predators to feast on, or so I thought. I could hear the sound of one surviving colt. His ribs were showing, he was missing half the skin on his face, and his legs were lacerated beyond healing.

He stared at me with his one remaining eye. I could only remember playing with him mere hours ago. He was an adorable orange pegasus colt with a blue mane that wanted to be a strong defender for the colony when he got older. Even now it haunts me to think about him and the last words he pleaded from me. "Please...kill me. Kill....me."

All I saw was a pleading colt in relentless agony, and I knew what I had to do. I picked up one of the many spears that littered the field and approached him. He closed that one beautiful eye he had left and had a smile on his face because, at this moment, I was the blessed angel that was to free him from the shackles of torment and send him off to what every pony only hoped was something better waiting on the other side.

The spear went through his neck, and I saw the last ounce of breath leave him. Realization of my deed approached me and I broke down shortly after. I threw up more than I thought I could and then I heard painful screams coming from the directions of the remaining soldiers, and my parents.

I didn't feel I was in the right mind anymore, nor did I feel like living. All I could think about was going back there and take any enemy troops I could before they got me. Without a second thought, I ran to my grave.

From that short gallop, I heard the final clashes of metal. Piles of corpses littered the field, and I could see my father facing a large horned-monkey with silver fur as I arrived at the battlefield. My mother wasn't in sight, and I knew, she was of the countless cadavers left for the scavengers.

The creature swiped with his dagger-like claws and charged with his large bull-like horns. My father, using his advanced combat training, avoided the beast and made him hit the floor. He was about to lunge his spear into him and finish him off, but it failed as more of the dog-like troops piled up on my father - slashing at him and keeping him busy.

This gave the monster enough time to get himself together. He grabbed a fallen solider's spear while his troops held Daddy down with everything they had. I couldn’t stand to watch anymore and I ran out to try anything to stop him, but I was too late - he impaled my father through the chest and held him out high in the air.

One of his soldiers noticed me and grabbed me. As I struggled, I could still hear the laughing and mockery he gave his slowly dying victim. "You fought bravely, little pony. I even underestimated your colony of refugees, but, even so, you were no match for the might of the glorious Storm King."

"Why," my father questioned, gasping for breath and coughing up large amounts of blood, "why did you murder every pony? Why are you so happy? A large number of your troops just died. Do you even care?"

The Storm King - as I came to know - violently threw my father to the ground "I can always get more troops, and as for your ponies. I killed them all because I was passing by and I thought, 'These ponies look too happy and it's making me disgusted,' so I thought I would get rid of my problem."

It was then that the Storm King noticed me struggling with his guards. "Oh, and what do we have here? A sole surviving filly." He approached me and placed his powerful palm under my face to observe me.

"No, don't...hurt her." The bravest unicorn I ever knew pleaded while struggling to stay alive. This caught the Storm King's attention.

"So, this one's special to you, little stallion?" He taunted. "Perhaps I should let you watch me kill her before leaving you to the timberwolves."

I assumed I was going to die, so I thought I would let my father see me as a strong filly before that happened. I used a spell to electrify myself and my captors. It hurt like Tartarus, but I faltered for only a second when the Storm King's attention went to me and I shot a powerful spell into his left eye. The Storm King winced in pure pain, and as he removed the claw from the eye, I could see that I had incinerated it.

"You hurt my beautiful face! You're going to die slowly." The Storm King said, charging at me. I dodged out of the way and hit him in the back, but he was too enraged for it to faze him. He swiped at me with his claw and I decided I would attempt to ram my horn into him.

Within a second, I was flung into the air and landed close to my father - barely alive. My head was in excruciating pain and blood was dripping from my right eye. From the distance, I could hear the Storm King roaring in anger and agony. The headache didn't falter even a little, and as I felt my head I realized the horrible truth - my horn was destroyed.

"Fi...Fizzy, sweetie?" I could hear my dad struggle to say beside me. "You...you have to....run." Those were the last words he said to me before I felt the air leave him. I still laid where he was, crying and hoping I would die with him soon. But that death wouldn't come for me.

The Storm King came to me and put me in a black cage, laughing maniacally as he saw how weak and vulnerable I was. "You know what, I think I'm going to let your late father have his wish. I'm not going to kill you. I'll let the arena take care of you." My vision was fuzzy but I was able to see the most wicked grins on his face before falling unconscious.

Author's Note

That's chapter one to what will be a five or six chapter story. It will get more interesting in the next chapters, but I hope you all like what you got so far.