Author's Note

Big thank you to my co-writer WurkyWilk358 for helping me write this long and grueling chapter.

Another Canterlot Wedding

Weeks after the alliance with Saddle Arabia was secured, a special event was taking place on the edge of the Everfree Forest. The Elders and other members of the northern clans had gathered to begin a special ceremony that had been a long standing tradition in their homeland and at the center of it all was Beorn.

The young king sat in the middle of a small circle of stones inscribed with magic runes and stayed absolutely still as the elders began decorating his body with a special paint made for the ceremony before giving him a simple shield and broadsword.

“Today one of our own will prove his strength as leader of the clans and may the allfather guide him to his fate as he embarks on this trial.”

As Beorn stood up, his clan opened a path for him to the forest with some wishing him luck.

“Before this day is done, you must slay a beast that dwells within this forest. Failure is not an option.” Froni said while the young king gripped his sword tight and marched into the forest.

Amongst the members of the crowd were his future brides who each gave him a kiss of good luck before letting him go. It was traditional for every leader to prove their strength to the clans by defeating a great beast in the wilds and return with proof that they had accomplished this task.

Wulfric had accomplished this deed on the day he rescued Applebloom during The Great War, when he slew a giant black bear with an ax and his bare hands and claimed its pelt as his prize. The very same pelt given to Beorn.

Beorn made his way through the forest with his sword in hand and eyes fierce as a wolf. He remembered traversing the forest once with his father when he was a young buck, but always made sure to stay by his father’s side. In the back of Beorn’s head he viewed this as a sort of competition. He wanted to find a more worthy creature to slay than the bear that his father faced. In a way, it was like he wanted to surpass Wulfric with this tradition.

The trek felt like it was lasting for a while now, yet Beorn couldn’t find anything worth preying on. There was only small game within these woods and Beorn started to get a little discouraged. Just when he was about to change his direction, he heard a low growl in the distance. Beorn ducked down behind a tree and slowly peeked over to see what it was. In the distant fog, a large creature trudged past the trees. Beorn could make out a dragon-like body, claws and all, and multiple heads looking everywhere.

“A hydra.” He whispered while readying his blade while the creature sniffed the air looking for its next meal. Thinking quickly, the hunter covered himself in mud and twigs as a makeshift camouflage when one of the heads loomed over him and began sniffing about.

Sniff, sniff…hisssss…

Waiting for his chance, Beorn waited until the hydra’s head was just above him and with one quick strike he plunged his blade into the monsters throat as it reeled back in agony before spotting him.

“Here we go…”

RAAAAARGH!!

Enraged by the pain, all five heads began attacking from multiple directions and forced Beorn on the defensive as he ducked and weaved passed each of them before suddenly getting slammed into a tree by the beasts massive tail.

“AGH!! Son of a…” He groaned before narrowly dodging another attack and cutting out one of the monster's eyes.

The monster hissed at Beorn as two of the heads attempted to bite at him. Beorn ducked down, narrowly avoiding the heads and jumped to the side before being crushed by its claw. Just as Beorn was about to recover, the hydra swung its tail at Beorn again and slammed into the young king. Beorn was sent tumbling across the dirt and groaned as he picked himself up again.

“Alright, that tail has got to go!” Beorn gripped his handle tightly and ran straight at the hydra. Three of the heads lunged forward and Beorn slashed his sword as hard as he could at the same time. The blade managed to pierce its hide and sliced the head clean off but Beorn kept running past the roaring beast. His target was just in front of him, and he raised his sword over his head and gripped his sword as tight as possible.

SLASH!

Beorn managed to cut the tail from its base off just as one of its heads and the tail wriggled around violently.

“Crap, I just made my job harder!” Beorn cursed to himself as two more heads instantly sprouted up from the one he had just sliced off.

“If cutting doesn’t work…I’ll try stabbing!” He shouted as he charged the beast again but noticed one of the heads was staying back while the rest were attacking, the hydra was adapting to his movements.

“So you can learn huh? Let’s see you learn from THIS!!”

CRUNCH!!

Using his shield like a hammer, Beorn crushed one of the hydra’s necks and instantly killed off one of the heads, leaving the remaining four to try and fight him as it dragged around its dead weight.

“This is taking forever, I gotta pierce the heart and end this!” He said to himself as he felt his grip on the sword beginning to weaken.

“I won’t give up! I’ll surpass my father!”

Beorn’s eye flashed red as his body produced steam. He reached up and tore off the pelt and was left bare chested. With a final cry of fury, Beorn sprinted forward as fast as he could and the hydra did the same. Beorn jumped up in the air and everything felt slow motion. Beorn raised his sword up high and brought it down on the hydra. Beorn felt the sword pierce the scales and flesh. He didn’t stop pushing and kept screaming as blood burst from the hydra. The beast roared in pain as it tried to shake Beorn off but Beorn was undeterred. It wasn’t until Beorn felt the blade pierce something pulsing from within did the beast coughed up blood the sword had penetrated the body all the way to its hilt and Beorn was covered in hydra blood. The hydra eventually collapsed and lay in the dirt dead. Beorn wheezed heavily as hydra blood dripped off his body. He looked down at his kill and took a deep breath and raised his fists in the air. Beorn screamed at the top of his lungs triumphantly, as if signaling the gods above of his victory.

After taking a moment to celebrate, he went to the head that was crushed by his shield and wrenched one of the fangs from its jaw, it would make a fine trophy to show to the elders but he also noticed one of the scales had come loose during the battle and decided to take it before making his way back to his clan still waiting by the forests edge and when they saw him they all gasped at how badly he was hurt and how soiled his fathers cloak had become but they also saw that he had returned with not just one but two trophies in hand that were presented to the elders.

“Elders, I have completed the task of monster slaying and have proven my strength as a warrior.”

“And so you have.” Elder Thorodd said with a proud smile as he placed both hands on Beorns shoulders.

“You have made your family and clan proud this day, my boy. Now rest, for today you are to be married.”

“Elders! My king!” A stag ran up to the group and saluted.

“They’re back, your grace, great elders, princess Celestia and her family have returned! With Prince Imperius in tow!”

Beorn gasped and looked around frantically. He spotted a river nearby and bolted for the water and jumped in. The group watched as he quickly washed all the blood from his fur, hair, and cloak and jumped back out. It didn’t matter to him if he was still wet as he ran back to the castle. On the borders of the Everfree Plains were his mothers and they saw him and those who followed him run towards them.

“Slow down there, son, what’s the rush?” Applejack asked.

“It’s Imperius! He’s back! Which means Uncle Lock saved him, which means he’s back too! They came back by portal! Come on!” Beorn said as he ran past them.

“Uh, sire! Your injuries!!” A medic protested as he ran off.

“Just like his mother, always on the move.”

“That’s my boy.” Rainbow said with a smirk while rubbing her pregnant belly.

“And his trial, how did it go?” She asked when the elders showed her the fang and scale he collected.

“Are those…a hydras?” Applejack gasped.

“We’re having our best hunters retrieve the carcass now, your majesties. This will be a fine tale to tell for generations!” Froni boasted as he looked at the fang.

“Seems like he did his poppa proud,” Rainbow said with a proud smile.

“Let’s go greet our human lover.”

Applejack and Rainbow were escorted to the Canterlot courtyard where Beorn and his wives were waiting patiently. The portal from Saddle Arabia had just closed and the royal family, the Night Witches, and Lock were already there.

“Imperius! It’s so good to-!” Beorn was cut off when he actually had to look up a little at Imperius. The young prince was now a few inches taller than Beorn as he smiled at the young king. “Uh…Imperius? Is that you?”

“Of course it’s me, who else would I be?” Imperius grinned.

“But you’re taller now! And your hair! When did you dye it?”

“A lot’s happened, trust me, I’ll tell you all about it.” Imperius stepped aside to reveal his new herd, which shocked Beorn.

“Beorn, meet Ebony, Mona, and my new wife Queen Jasmine. As you can see, I too now have a herd.”

“So I see.” Beorn smirked at his friend’s new herd when Gumdrop suddenly gasped at his eyepatch.

“Holy marshmallow s’mores! Beorn, what happened to your eye?!”

“Like Imperius said, a lot has happened while you were away but long story short, I got this back.” He answered while showing them his fathers sword back in its sheath.

“You…you got it back.” Imperius said in amazement.

“And…Blueblood?”

“The bastard lives, for now.”

“He’ll get his, kid.”

Beorn saw his godfather and almost teared up at the sight of him. Lock had grown a goatee and his hair was much longer now and reached his shoulders. It was tied in a thick braid and he almost had the exact image of a true Viking.

“Uncle…it’s so good to see you!” Beorn hugged Lock and the man hugged him back.

“Your father would be so damn proud of you, just as I am,” Lock said. His gaze turned to two mares who were trying to fight back their tears.

“AJ, Skittles.” Lock walked towards them and embraced the two in a hug and wrapped his wings around them.

“I’ve missed you both.”

“We’ve missed you too, sugarcube.” Applejack said with a single tear escaping her.

“You missed out on some pretty cool action earlier.” Rainbow said when she told the guards to show Lock the fang and scale.

“Whoa! A hydras fang AND scale?!?” Imperius exclaimed in complete shock, even Lock was surprised.

“Damn thing had five heads and…I ended up giving it six.” Beorn chuckled.

“By the way, has anyone seen Top Notch?” He asked after noticing one of their group was missing.

“Ah, he’s probably on another date with Estrid,” Marshall said.

“Estrid? That new maid Celestia hired? Wow, good for him.”

“Oi there!”

The group looked up to see a Prench airship descending down and Lock’s friend Phill waving them down. Phill jumped off the ship before it landed and landed beside Lock.

“Sweet St. Peter, Lock, what’s that ya got on yer face?” Phill chortled.

“It’s a goatee, bro, and unlike you, I make this look good,” Lock teased.

“Uncle…? Who’s this?” Beorn asked, Applejack and Rainbow looking equally confused.

“Ah, you haven’t met yet. Everyone, this is my buddy from my world. His name’s Phillip McHaggard, the Angel’s Saint.”

“G’day to ya all,” Phill said with a salute.

“It’s about time you came back, Sir Lock!” Gregor came up with Ragna and Hreidar who was now carrying his new weapons given to him by King Aspen.

“Sup Gregor.” Kai noticed Gregor and Ragna holding hands and smirked.

“So when’s the wedding, lovebirds?”

“H-How did you?” Ragna stuttered.

“One, you don’t need a ring to tell you’re together. Two, I can feel your love for each other from a mile away. Ain’t that right, Crysta?”

Beorn looked to see his beloved who seemed to have a radiant air about her as they met each other halfway to kiss despite the slight teasing from some of their friends.

“Nervous about today?” She asked while holding his hand.

“Yeah, definitely.” Beorn admitted.

“I’m getting married today…it’s unreal.”

“Hon, if you get cold feet I’ll hogtie you faster than apple molasses.” Applejack warned her son who gave a nervous gulp.

“Hey, where’s my sister?”

As if on cue, a poof of pink smoke appeared and everyone was met with an unexpected sight. Discord, Apple Jewel, Scoli, Twilight, Scorpan, and his parents, King Vorak and Queen Haydon appeared. King Vorak and Queen Haydon were back to full health and stood tall and proud. However, what stuck out like a sore thumb were Discord and Apple Jewel. Both were completely covered in an unknown slime, discoloured blood, red sand, and the group had to take a step back from the odor.

“Jewel?! What happened to you?!” Beorn asked.

“We…um…took a trip through the Red Dunes to fetch a remedy to help Vorak and Haydon,” Discord said sheepishly.

“There…might have been some unforeseen obstacles.” Jewel shot Discord a death glare.

“Ugh, what is that you’re covered in?!” Beorn cringed at the stench.

“Oh, Tatzlwurm guts. Darn thing almost swallowed me whole so I had to kill the poor thing.” His sister said casually before suddenly taking Scoli’s hand.

“By the way, me and Scoli are a thing so we’re going to bathe together now.”

“Jewel?! Not so loud!” Scoli blushed while complaining as she was taken by the hand and left while everyone just stood there in shock.

“Well I’ll be, our baby girl likes girls.” Applejack didn’t seem to mind while placing both hands on her waist.

“Hey, it’s not like we were any different,” Rainbow elbowed AJ.

“True.”

“Bonjour, my fellow herdmates!” Antoinette strode down the gangplank.

“I heard there was a wedding today, and I couldn’t miss it!”

“Weddin’, eh? Shame I have to miss it,” Phil said.

“You’re leaving already?” Lock said.

“Aye, gotta get back to Merida and Pip, they miss their Pop.” Phill spread his wings and took to the air.

“Make sure ya finish things up here soon, mate! Your gals miss ya!”

“Don’t worry! Tell them I’ll be home soon!” Lock said before waving goodbye and Phill flew off. It was then that it finally dawned on Lock.

“Oh…that’s right.” Lock looked at his new god family. “War’s almost over, and I’ve been away for over a year.”

“Shame, we wanted you to at least be around for the birth of your children.” Antoinette said with a hint of disappointment while rubbing her belly.

“By the way hon, Thora and Luta are on maternity leave so they’ll be in town today.” Applejack said before returning her attention to her pregnant belly.

“That reminds me, Dash and I gotta get to our rooms. These little sugars are due any minute.”

“Sorry sport, we won’t be there for your wedding.” Dash said to her son, feeling a little ashamed.

“It’s okay mom.” Beorn said while holding Crysta by the waist.

“Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Lord Marshall.” Vorak and Haydon faced the royals and bowed their heads.

“We thank you greatly for your aid in our recovery. Princess Twilight is a remarkable Alicorn and you should be proud.”

“Trust us, we are,” Celesita said with a smile as Twilight blushed.

“What of Tirek and Sendak?” Luna asked.

“Despite our best efforts, they made it past the border,” Haydon said.

“Last our scouts reported, they were headed east.”

“We’ll deal with them when the time comes,” Lock said.

“Indeed, furthermore, I wish to make an announcement. I, King Vorak, ruler of Midnight Palace and the Nether Lands, do hereby extend my hand to you in joining the alliance. You have my kingdom’s full support in this war.”

As the official de facto ruler of Equestria, Marshall extended his hand to Vorak and accepted his alliance with their kingdom and a small round of applause was given.

“Thank you King Vorak, you will not regret this.” The lord regent said with assurance before a certain fashionista came marching in wearing glasses and carrying various seamstress tools with her magic.

“Coming through darlings, this mare needs to work her magic!”

“Oh, uh, hi aunt Rarity.” Beorn said before Crysta was suddenly snatched from him.

“No time for talk dear, we have so much to do!” Rarity said while taking down rapid measurements for each of Beorns brides.

“Oh Lock darling, can you be a dear and bring Cinder over? Poor Spikey Wikey is exhausted.”

“Sure thing, Rares.” Lock was about to fly for Ponyville but paused. He looked in the distance to the east and narrowed his eyes.

“Something wrong?” Marshall asked.

“The air is thick…” Lock said.

“Have your men keep their eyes on a swivel.”

A Few Hours Later

The stage was set, the people were gathered, and the day everyone had been waiting for had arrived. The throne room was filled with guests as two grooms stood at the end. Beorn had chosen Hreidar to be his best man and Imperius had chosen Top Notch to be his. Beorn was wearing traditional royal northern garbs, pelts and furs over his shoulders, and he wore his crown over his head. Imperius was dressed in a sharp dark red tuxedo with a white tie and he had his mane combed back. Since Celestia and Luna couldn’t stay on their hooves any longer, they had to take a maternity leave as well, much to Celestia’s disappointment. But everyone knew that her own little one wasn’t far behind from being born. Lock was tasked with filling in for Celestia as he stood behind the podium, dressed in a black tuxedo with a red tie.

“Would you boys relax?” Lock whispered.

“You’re more tense than a pulled muscle.”

“I can’t help it, I’m nervous!” Beorn whispered back with a bead of sweat trickling down his side.

“Yeah! I’m getting married a second time!” Imperius said

“Just relax, this is supposed to be a happy day.”

“Ohh look, it’s a Kodiak moment!” Discord said before a bear suddenly popped out of nowhere.

“Who invited harry?”

Fluttershy giggled at his antics before the bear was poofed away and the wedding music started. At the far end of the hall the doors opened to reveal their brides dressed in the most beautiful gowns Rarity had ever designed and all their worries seemed to instantly fade away.

“Wow…” Beorn said in astonishment as his eyes fell on Crysta who gazed at him with her emerald eyes while Imperius saw Gumdrop smiling happily while she gave a quick wave to her parents.

“Oh, aren't they simply darling?” Rarity whispered to Spike while cradling little Cinder in her arms.

“They’re beautiful Rares.” Spike complimented his wife and pecked her cheek as they watched them walk towards the altar.

Azurys walked with her cousins, Ruko, Deshi, and Litho, behind Crysta and Ebony, Mona, and Jasmine walked behind Gumdrop. All their respective families were present and Azurys’s uncle was crying like a baby as the girls stood in front of their fiancé’s.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Lock began.

“We are gathered here on this momentous day to bare witness to not one, but two matrimonial weddings at once. King Beorn Warborn, son of King Wulfric Warborn, and Prince Imperius, son of Lord Marshall, shall both wed these lovely ladies and take them as their wives. To start, King Beorn has a few words to share for his wives.”

Taking a deep breath, the young king looked to his family who had also come for the wedding and saw his cousin Candy and Aunt Sugar Bell give him a big thumbs up along with his uncle Big Mac giving an approving nod before he began.

“My loves…out of all the treasures I have seen in this world, you are without a doubt the greatest prize I could ever obtain and while it may sound like I am objectifying you all, believe me when I say that I would never trade you for anything and if needed be I would give my life to protect you.”

The crowd gave a short aww as he finished his speech and Imperius was up next but as he tried to speak, he suddenly felt his throat tighten up and only a few short squeaks were let out until Beorn elbowed him in the back to snap him out of it.

“Ahem! Gumdrop…girls.” He finally began, making the crowd chuckle a bit.

“When I first met all of you, it was under outrageous circumstances. I met all of you as close friends, not knowing it would blossom into something greater but when I realized how I truly felt for all of you, my heart felt at ease and I can say without a doubt…I love you all.”

The girls were all trying their best not to cry as Gumdrop stepped forward.

“Imperius, before I met you, I was just another recruit in the army reserves. It wasn’t until I, of all mares, was called out by Mr. Lock here. All he asked me was to spend time with you, get to know you as a friend. But I soon found myself caring about you more and more as the days went by. Ponies would often talk about how I wasn’t good enough for you, but you never cared who I was or where I came from. It just made me fall in love with you even more.”

“The same applies to us,” Ebony said.

“Never did we expect to be standing here with you, saying our vows and about to be married, yet here we are.”

“We would be dead without you,” Mona said.

“And my kingdom would still be a shadow of what it once was,” Jasmine said.

“We love you Imperius,” all the girls said together.

“And we always will.”

Imperius had to bite his tongue a little from crying and Crysta cleared her throat to speak to Beorn.

“Beorn, before I met you, I believed the only family I would ever have was my mother. When my siblings were taken, I was all she had, besides my father. Now I stand here, after all we’ve been through, and I couldn’t be happier than I am now.”

“I sometimes wish we had met under better circumstances,” Azurys said sheepishly.

“But I’m glad we met either way. I’d still be on the run if not for you. You saved me, and I couldn’t ask for a better, stronger, and dependable Alpha.”

“Don’t forget downright sexy!” Deshi chirped, making the crowd laugh.

“If there are any objections for these young men and women to be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Lock said.

All northerners and Canterlot royal guards immediately aimed their crossbows and pointed their weapons at the double doors, as if daring someone to try and stop the wedding.

Many in the crowd were nervous, especially those who wanted to object but in the end everything was silent while behind the altar, Marshall and Lock gave a stealthy fist bump before going on with the ceremony.

“Then without further ado, I now pronounce both couples husbands and wives. You may kiss your brides.”

Beorn was the first to kiss his new wives as Crysta was pulled in for a passionate kiss while Azurys was groped in front of everyone who was cheering with joy while Gumdrop pounced on Imperius and planted a firm kiss on his lips that made his expression turn all goofy.

Dimitri…

Not a good time, boss. Lock said.

I speak to you, and to Marshall as well, through your minds. Heed this warning, they come from the east!

The east? Marshall’s eyes slowly widened as he whipped his head around to look out the window. Already, he could see something off to the horizon, an entire fleet of ships moving fast on the capitol.

“Oh no…” Marshall said in a low tone.

“So, darling, what should we do-?”

Lock jumped up on the podium and clapped his hands. He immediately was engulfed in flames, startling everyone in the room, as he was dressed in his armor and had his weapons strapped on. He took a deep breath.

“MAN THE ARTILLERY! DEFEND THE WALLS! GET THE CIVILIANS TO SAFETY! BLUEBLOOD APPROACHES WITH HIS FLEET! ALL TROOPS, PREPARE FOR BATTLE!”

The crowd suddenly gasped in horror as they saw the ships and panicked while trying to scramble out of the room to find a safe place to hide. Beorn and Imperius looked at their brides with concern until Crysta kissed her husband's cheek.

“Go.”

“We’ll be back. BRING ME MY HAMMER!!” Beorn ordered one of his guards while Imperius signaled two of the guards to take their wives to a safe place and ordered the rest to guard their mothers.

As the ships loomed over the city, the streets were suddenly lit up with magic circles and in the blink of an eye, dozens of soldiers warped onto the streets and began firing in all directions, killing and injuring many civilians as they began setting fire to the buildings.

“Lock! Take some men and hold them off in the square, I’m getting whatever ships we have into the air!” Marshall said as he was given his sword.

“You got it!” Lock pulled over his hood and put on his mask. But just as he was about to fly into battle, one of the maids ran up to him.

“Sir Lock! Please! You must come with me!”

“Not a good time!”

“It’s Lady Applejack and Lady Rainbow! They’re in labour! Lady Thora and Lady Luta too!”

“What?! Already?!” Beorn yelled.

“Fuck, of all times?!” Lock was torn, but he knew where he had to be. “As much as I hate to say it, but you’re on your own for this one, boys! I gotta be with the women! Two of my children are gonna be born!”

“Relax, uncle, Imperius and I have this handled!” Beorn said.

“I won’t let that swine escape a third time,” Marshall hissed.

“Go be with them!”

Lock nodded and took flight down the halls to the medical wing.

“Let’s finish this once and for all…” Beorn said while looking up at the flagship leading the assault, knowing Blueblood was watching.

“Not without me!” Top Notch caught up to them, dressed in Valyrian armor and sword.

“The three of us will finish this.”

Like a band of heroes, the three of them marched out with a squad of royal guards in tow and charged into the streets, shouting battle cries and smashing into the enemy ranks and soon the entire city was a warzone.

Meanwhile

With the battle raging on outside, Lock rushed through the halls and could hear the fighting echo through the halls when a stray fireball startled him after smashing through one of the windows and set fire to the curtains but thankfully some of the staff were on hand to put it out.

“You there, which way to Applejack and Rainbow Dash?” He shouted to one of the butlers.

“At the end of the hall, the guards are protecting them!” The butler said when they heard a shout from down the hall.

“THE ENEMY IS IN THE CASTLE!!”

Lock’s hair stood on end as he heard the clashing of steel echo in the halls and took off with as much speed as he could muster before coming to a skirmish in the halls.

Enemy soldiers were already trying to bust into the medical wing, which only infuriated Lock to no end. He summoned Hell’s Flare and Frost while placing his spear in his mouth.

“Three-sword style: Pale Demon Slash!”

Lock sliced through multiple enemies at once and flicked the switches on his swords. The swords turned into whip swords as he spun around and lacerated them all in a bloody heep. Once they were nothing but a pile of gore, Lock unleashed a wall of pale blue flames in front of the entrance so as to not let any more enemies get by. Lock sheathed his weapons and pulled off his mask and hood and entered the medical wing. He followed the screams and arrived in a room with all four of his lovers on beds with doctors surrounding them.

“Girls! I’m here!” Lock said with worry.

“GRRRRR hey sugarcube!” Applejack growled as she strained through another contraction along with Rainbow as they held each other's hands.

“H-How was the wedding? Sounds like a real party out there!” Rainbow Dash panted while doing some breathing exercises to prepare for her next contraction.

“Uh about that…” Lock said before he heard gunfire outside the door.

“What the buck’s going on out-AAAARHHH!!” Luta screamed.

“It’s Blueblood! He’s making his move!” Lock said.

“On my son’s wedding day?! That little bucking-AARGGHHH! IT HURTS!” Rainbow wailed.

“Don’t worry! I blocked the entrance! You four just need to focus!”

“My ladies, I need you all to push at once when I say so!” The doctor instructed the two mares and doe’s.

“Come on girls, I know it’s not the best time, but let’s bring Wulfric’s and my children into the world!”

“Push now! All of you!” Another doctor said.

All four women cried out as they gave their first push with the nurses on standby and had already changed the first set of towels.

“You’re doing great, ladies!”

“Rrrgh! Easy for you to say, I got twins here!!” Rainbow complained as her mane became more frazzled and she was drenched in sweat.

Back In The City

Beorn was smashing his way through the enemy as he chased down a squad through a narrow alley. Just as he rounded the corner, he found himself staring down the barrels of a firing squad before being violently yanked back in by Top who returned fire with a single shot.

“Thanks!”

“Eyes open, can’t watch your back all the time!”

Beorn and Top were about to make another break for it when they heard a loud explosion. They looked around the corner to see the firing squad completely destroyed and a group of yaks barrelling down the street. One of which was carrying a literal cannon in his arm.

“Stag boy safe! Yak support pony and stags!” The leader said.

“Yak fight for Yakyakistan! For Rutherford!”

More yaks charged with the others and began bulldozing enemy troops left and right. Beorn heard horns from up above and saw dozens upon dozens of griffons overhead. They were headed straight for the enemy airships and behind them was a flock of dragons. Leading the dragons was Dragon Lord Ember as she wielded her staff.

“Wow, where’d they all come from?!” Top asked.

“King Beorn!” A gargoyle soldier came flying in towards them.

“I have a report from his majesty, King Vorak! We gargoyles are ready to support the alliance! Prince Imperius is covering the city’s onslaught! Furthermore, we just received word that we’ve detected where the traitor prince’s ship is!” He pointed up at a much larger vessel in the sky.

“...Get me to a ship.” Beorn said before marching back to the main square with the others.

“Top, help Imperius secure the city. I’ve got a score to settle.”

“I don’t suppose there’s no convincing you to let us go with you?” Top asked with a sarcastic smirk, already knowing the answer and gave his friend a firm handshake.

“Good luck.”

Back in the Medical Wing

The entire hallway had been made into a makeshift war trench as sacks of flour from the kitchens were used to make barriers while piles of debris and wood were used to construct barricades for the doors as remaining guards listened to the screams of the queens still giving birth in the next room.

“This is gonna be one hell of a story to tell our kids huh?” One guard said to his friend before an explosion rocked the castle.

“Provided we live that long. HERE THEY COME!!” He shouted after spotting another squad of enemy troops trying to force their way down the hall and began firing their muskets.

“Running low on shots and powder!”

Lock, on the other hand, was still by the queens’ side as their third contraction came and they wailed in pain. He could hear the conflict outside the doors and worried that the enemy would break through.

“Lock!” Luta grabbed Lock’s arm. “Go fight!”

“What?! I can’t just leave you!” Lock said.

“Lock, please!” Thora said.

“It’s your kids my sister and I are giving birth to! But they need you more! That bastard prince wants to snuff out King Wulfric’s legacy, and we can’t let him!”

Lock was conflicted, but he knew they were right. He looked at Applejack and Rainbow who nodded through their pain. With no further hesitation, Lock pulled over his hood and donned his mask once more as he made for the door. He paused and put his spear in his mouth and unsheathed Flare and Frost.

“I’ll be back,” Lock said over his shoulder and kicked the doors open and ran off.

“Gods, I love that man!” Rainbow said.

Lock sped down the halls and made it to where the fighting was. Dust and debris lay everywhere as the soldiers were having a hard time keeping the enemy back. Lock jumped over the barricade, flames flickering off his body with his wings spread open. The enemy all tensed up when they saw the infamous Devil’s Hand sprinting towards them.

“IT’S HIM!!” A soldier shouted just before he was pinned to the wall by a broken spear and Lock stood there stiff as a statue where even the slightest movement made the enemy flinch.

“Easy boys…”

“W-we can take him!”

Under his mask, Lock smirked as he recognized some of these thugs from the forest ambush that ended his friend's life.

“The gods are good to me.” He finally spoke while looking up.

“This day, blood will be spilled for my fallen comrade, Wulfric Warborn!”

“GET HIM!!”

The enemy rushed him from all sides, thinking their superior numbers would give them an edge but within seconds they were all brutally cut down, some barely alive with huge gashes in their chests and Lock didn’t have a scratch on him.

“Men, take their weapons and ammo, hold this line until I come back.”

“But what about you, sir?” One soldier asked while carrying out his orders.

“I’ll join Lord Marshall in the counterattack once their majesties are secure.”

Suddenly, the men heard a blood curdling scream. It was Rainbow Dash and what followed next was the cry of a newborn infant that seemed to lift the men’s spirits when a nurse came out, looking exhausted.

“It’s a doe!”

“Aurora…” Lock smiled while listening to his newborn niece’s cries before a second one was heard.

“It’s a colt! A healthy boy!”

“Tyr.” Lock said the name of the child loud enough for the doctors to hear and finally Applejack’s child came next.

“A buck, another boy!”

“Hjalmarr.”

Lock smiled and looked up.

“Are you watching, Wulfric? Do you see your children? They cry out and alive, your legacy still stands along with your son and daughter.” He grit his teeth around the handle of his spear and clenched his hands around his swords.

“This is why we fight!” Lock yelled out loud, setting a fire inside the soldiers’ souls.

“We fight to ensure their future!”

As the men cheered, the doctor came back out with a wide smile.

“Two more births from lady Luta and Thora! A buck and a doe!”

This made Lock smile as he headed out the door.

“I shall return to see you in person, Ivar, Gyda.”

As Lock left to join the front lines, the four exhausted women were each cradling their bundles of joy. Each mare and cow couldn’t stop crying as they nursed their children.

“Th-Thora…look! I-It’s my son!” Luta said in a raspy voice.

“He’s beautiful, sister.” Thora said while looking at her little girl who was sleeping soundly.

“My ladies, we must move you to a safer location.” A soldier said to the still recovering mothers.

“Wait, what about Celestia and Luna?” Luta asked with concern.

“They have already been moved, now come.” A doctor instructed.

The staff carefully helped the mothers in wheelchairs. Rainbow couldn’t stop smiling down at her new son and daughter and Applejack was also admiring her new son.

“We did it, AJ…” Rainbow said with a teary smile.

“Yeah…we did.” Applejack smiled when her son grabbed her finger and cooed at his mother with an innocent smile.

“Beorn, sugarcube…come back safe…” She said while looking at the columns of smoke rising outside the window.

Castle Courtyard

Marshall and his elite guards had established a forward command center using the main hall of the castle and even used it as a shelter for the civilians fleeing the warzone with hundreds of wounded flooding in.

“Please help! My child!” A stallion cried out to one of the medics who rushed over to see a little colt bleeding from the forehead.

“I NEED A STRETCHER!! NOW!! Don’t worry sir, he’ll be fine.”

The medics took the colt inside as another squad of royal guards rushed back out, some were wearing bloody bandages and had one of their eyes taken out during the fighting.

Inside the main hall, Marshall was ordering his men to secure different points in the city while waiting for their airships to be ready as multiple reports came rushing in from different guard regiments.

“My lord, we’re starting to lose ground in the market district!”

“Tell them to dig in and hold out as long as you can, I’ll try and send reinforcements.”

“Sir! Our griffon allies have secured the airport, we are having the ships prepared right now.”

“Good, I want those ships airborne and battle ready by the time I get there.”

“Marshall!”

From the window, Lock came flying in and landed by his friend. He was already covered in blood and his weapons more so. “Give me a debrief.”

“The remaining Stonehoof clan has joined with Blueblood. The enemy nearly caught us off guard. It’s as if they knew the wedding was today and took the opportunity. I shudder to think what would have happened had it not been for the alliance.”

“Yeah, well, we got another situation. Imperius and Top are leading the defense on both fronts, but I couldn’t find Beorn. It wasn’t until I heard that he hijacked a ship and was making his way to Blueblood’s galleon.”

“By himself?! That’s suicidal!” Marshall barked.

“I know, I came to have you come with me. We need to fly up to the galleon and support Beorn. You men, with me!” He shouted to some of his men before storming off towards the port.

“When I get my hands on that boy…” Lock groaned in frustration.

Above the battlefield, Beorn had taken a small air skiff and used the clouds as cover while approaching the enemy fleet and began to hear the thunder of their canons that were demolishing the city while scores of enemy troops began assembling in magic circles that warped them into the streets, giving the defenders below almost no time to rest but amongst the fleet was a large galleon baring Bluebloods cutie mark as its flag.

“Now I got you.” Beorn said to himself before hearing a thump from below and the yelp of someone who bumped their head.

Carefully, the young king pulled out a dagger as he opened the skiff’s cargo hold and with one quick jerk, he pulled out a familiar looking face.

“Damn it all! Hreidar, why are you here?!”

“I saw you hijack this skiff and it wasn’t hard to figure out what you’re up to. If you think I was gonna just sit by and let you face that bastard alone, you got another thing coming!”

“This is vengeance for my father!” Beorn said

“And this is retribution for my clan!” Heridar argued.

“I told you once before, I want to reshape my clan back to what it once was!”

“But what about Dyani?! If you die, she’ll be all alone!”

“Unlikely, I promised her I’d come back to her. After all, I recently just proposed to her.” Hreidar grinned.

“And she said yes. So I don’t have any intention of dying.”

“You just raised a deathflag, you know that?” Beorn said as they slid under the galleon and slipped into the ship's cargo hold knowing there wouldn’t be any guards.

“Blueblood will be in the captain’s quarters…Hreidar, get to the powder magazine and light it up. I’ll join you once I’m finished.”

“Hey.” Hreidar called out while grabbing Beorn’s arm.

“You come back to us.”

“Same to you.”

Both warriors nodded before making their way up and could hear the sound of soldiers patrolling the decks. Blueblood was not taking any chances, knowing that Beorn was coming for his head.

“You sure you wanna take him alone? He almost got the drop on you last time.” Hreidar said, referring to Beorn’s left eye.

“I’ll be ready.” Beorn replied as they rounded the next staircase and got spotted by one of the guards.

“Shit…”

“INTRUDERS!! INTRU-ACK!!”

Hreidar silenced the guard with a quick dagger to the throat but it was too late and the alarm was sounded.

“What now?!?”

“Stick to the plan! Go!!”

Beorn and Hreidar brandished their weapons and went on full-on assault mode. Beorn held both Kinglsayer and Thunderbolt while Hreidar held dual hatchets. The two worked in tandem, slaying any soldier who came at them as they fought their way across the deck. Bolts of lightning crackled along Thunderbolt that also seemed to affect Kingslayer. Hreidar was jumping and flipping around, cracking skulls and was a blur with his fighting style. Reinforcements soon arrived, consisting of Stonehoof stags, but they were shocked to see Hreidar’s face.

“L-Lord Dainn?!” A stag yelped.

“Lord Dainn! You live!” Another said.

“Why do you fight with the false king?! You should be claiming the throne that you earned!”

“Cover me.” Hreidar growled at Beorn as he marched over to the stags. He grabbed the nearest one and slammed him against a crate.

“I am Hreidar Snow! I’m Dainn’s bastard, but that stag is not my father! You all should be ashamed of yourselves for allowing that monster to sully the Stonehoof name!”

“B-But young master-!”

Hreidar slugged the stag across his face and glared at the rest of them.

“I’m not a king! I never wanted to be! Not after Dainn shamed the Stonehoof name beyond reason! I should just let Beorn hunt you all down and let the Stonehoof name die with Dainn, but I won’t. And you know why?! Because deep down there has to be some form of regret within all of you that this is wrong! What you did was wrong! What you’re doing now is wrong! Why can’t you see that Dainn doesn’t control you anymore?! What happened to the once noble Stonehoof’s who were at King Hjalmarr’s side?!”

It was at that moment when Beorn stepped forward, placing Thunderbolt on the ground and held his arms up, daring any to strike him.

“If you wish to die for another tyrant’s cause then by all means, come at me! Let this be your last stand!!”

Many of them wanted to run him through but after hearing Hreidars words, none could find the courage to challenge the young king. One by one, they laid down their arms in surrender.

“Hreidar, take these men to the magazine and get off the ship. I’ll find my own way back.” Beorn said as he marched past the men with a glare in his eye.

“Do not make me regret this.” He warned them as he left.

Hreidar and the Stonehoof’s went the other direction, finding any remaining stag on the ship before making their escape. Beorn ran below decks with both his weapons in hand and tore his way through Blueblood’s guards. Blood was stained along the walls as a trail of bodies was left in his wake. By the time Beorn made it to the doors of the captain’s nest, Beorn’s eye was already glowing red with unbridled rage. He raised his hood and kicked the door down, off its hinges. Standing with his hands behind his back was Blueblood himself as he gazed down the window and watched the battle in the city unfold.

“Ah, King Beorn,” Blueblood said mockingly, not bothering to turn around.

“So glad you made it, would you care for a drink, boy?”

“Save your breath, scum, and fight me!!” Beorn demanded, making Blueblood laugh.

“Yes, yes, we’ll have our little epic duel to the death but first. Allow me to introduce you to an old friend of your mother’s.”

“Huh?”

A bright red light suddenly appeared from behind Beorn as he was blasted back onto the deck, his armor scorched and as he looked up he saw a blood red centaur towering above him with magic surging through his horns.

“Tirek…” He growled after recognizing the figure.

“My reputation precedes me.” Tirek said in a smug tone.

“Leave now and I might just spare you.”

“HA HA HA!! Foolish boy, not even Princess Twilight could defeat me. What makes you think you have a chance?”

“I wasn’t talking about me. You’re not my main focus. I was talking about sparing you from them,” Beorn pointed behind Tirek.

Tirek glanced over his shoulder and was met with a smokey fist slamming into his cheek. The force knocked the centaur across the deck and slammed into a pile of crates. He hissed in irritation and shook his head. When he gathered himself, he looked up to see Marshall and slick flying in midair. Marshall’s legs were a smokey wisp as he retracted his arm and the two of them glared down at Tirek.

“My wives once told me you were the greatest adversary they had ever faced,” Marshall said, gripping his sword.

“So far? I’m unimpressed.”

“You and I will have words later, boy, for that stunt you pulled,” Lock said to Beorn.

“For now, we both have our own priorities. Go and cut that little fucker down. Cause if I have to hear that he managed to escape again, I’ll go nuts.”

Beorn marched back into the captain’s quarters, tossing aside his helmet and allowing Thunderbolt to take his lion form after making sure his armor was secured.

“Help my uncles.”

“Are you sure master?” Thunderbolt asked while keeping his eyes on Blueblood.

“This is between me and him.”

Without a second thought, Thunderbolt joined Marshall and Lock on the deck just as Blueblood stepped forward to show he had a new mechanical arm replacing the one Beorn had chopped off and showed that it was powered by Sombra’s dark magic.

“No traps, no tricks to save you this time.” Beorn said as they circled each other.

“Don’t worry, I’ll kill you quickly.” Blueblood responded in a deadpan voice before a sword came flying into his hand.

“Your family won’t be so lucky.”

The two charged at each other and their swords clashed. Blueblood went for an overhead slash but Beorn parried it and slugged Blueblood across his face. The traitor prince growled and grabbed Beorn by the neck and slammed him into the ground. He tried to skewer Beorn with his sword but Beorn managed to release his grip and roll out of the way. As soon as Beorn was back on his hooves, the two began exchanging blows again. Both unwavering in their assault on each other as they exchanged wounds on one another. Above deck, Lock unleashed a flame attack on Tirek, that was blocked by the centaurs new power. The flames, however, were sent straight at a pile of barrels with gunpowder in them.

KA-BOOM!!

The blast rocked the whole ship as the explosion and fire spread throughout the whole side of the galleon. The force caused Blueblood and Beorn to lose balance again and tumble across the floor.

“Those damn monsters are wrecking my ship!” Blueblood cursed.

“You should be more concerned about yourself, Blueblood!” Beorn said.

“My father should’ve dealt with you during the Great War, but you were too much of a snivelling coward to face your death like a man!”

“SILENCE!!” Blueblood roared as he blasted Beorn into the wall with his magic before pinning him down.

“Did you forget boy?! I KILLED your father!!”

“No, you just hired some thugs to do it for you! You never had the guts to do it yourself!” Beorn shot back before booting him in the stomach and noticed some ships were departing the now flaming galleon. Among them were Hreidar and his new crew that rebelled.

“Your men flee, your ship burns, your ambitions end here! In the name of The God of Justice, I sentence you to death!!”

“I believe it’s time I took over.” A shadowy voice echoed in the room as the flames began rising higher.

“No! Wait, I can still-AGH!!”

Suddenly, the veins around Blueblood’s face had turned green and his pupils turned a dark purple as the rest of his eyes became an inky black while Beorn stepped back sensing a dark power coming from the horn.

“Ahhh much better.” Said the familiar voice of Sombra as Marshall and Lock paused to look back at the tyrant king standing before Beorn.

“Oh no…

“Beorn, get out of there!!” Lock shouted before suddenly getting slammed into the deck by Tirek.

“You have more important things to worry about!”

Beorn watched the now transformed unicorn with unannounced anxiety.

“I must commend you, boy,” Sombra said.

“No, truly, you have come very far since the day your father died. Speaking on behalf of myself and not my sniveling puppet, it is a shame your father met his end so soon.”

“Your condolences mean nothing to me!” Beorn said.

“The bastard you possess owes me his head. I know it was you who broke his daughter, and I’ll get justice for that too!”

“Ah, my little slave.” Sombra licked his lips.

“Such a good little slut, but not exactly what I’m looking for. Since I will be in control, now that I have returned to the mortal plain, I shall seek a more…fresher mare to bear my heir. Perhaps one of your dear mothers should suffice?”

Beorn could feel his anger rising as his body began to feel hot and the very sweat in his fur began to evaporate as his one eye glowed a bloody red. Even the flames raging around them seemed to shrink back in fear.

“I WILL TEAR YOU APART FOR SAYING THAT!!”

Beorn lashed out with the full fury that only a berserker could possess and pushed Sombra back towards the wall before the shadow king turned himself to smoke to escape a killing blow and slashed Beorn across the back.

“RRRRG!!”

“Is that all you have, boy?” Sombra mocked before going on the offensive and forced Beorn back while cutting him all over his body.

“Beorn! Utilize your rage!” Lock called out.

“You can’t let it overwhelm you! You must find balance between unleashing without restraint! Calm your mind and find it within yourself!”

“Remember what your father told you, Beorn!” Marshall said

“If you’re angry, then come and try to harm me,” Sombra mocked.

“I shall be sure to treat your precious mothers right. I might even divulge myself with your dear sister.”

Just as Beorn couldn’t get any angrier, a voice called out to him.

…Beorn. For a moment, time stopped.

Remember this lesson, my son. Beorn finally recognized the voice as his father’s and suddenly an image of him as a toddler appeared sitting next to his father as they overlooked their kingdom from atop his great hall.

It is said that those of our kind suffer alone, separated from the honor of the clans. Wulfric said to his son as he held him up.

But none of us are ever truly alone. For our warrior hearts are bound by honor, tradition. While there are many gods, we pay homage to Tyr, the God of Justice, and battle. For to stand defiant in the face of evil is what it means to be…WARBORN!

“RRRAAGH!!” Filled with a new burst of strength, Beorn parried Sombra’s next attack and slugged him across his smug face, sending him toppling over Blueblood’s desk before trying to cleave the shadow king in two.

“Wh-what is this?!” Sombra yelled before feeling his nose dripping with blood and gave a murderous glare towards Beorn.

“You insolent brat!!”

“Shut up and fight.” Beorn replied as they clashed once more.

On the main deck, Marshall and Lock found themselves unable to get the upper hand on Tirek who was keeping them on the defensive with every blast of his magic and overwhelming strength.

“Not good…” The lord regent said after noticing the fires were getting more intense.

“I must say Lord Marshall, you have been an excellent foe but I have arrangements to keep. Like taking out your wives and precious children for starters.”

“You won’t lay one filthy hand on them…” Marshall said as Tirek laughed.

“Marshall, I have a plan,” Lock said as he dodged Tirek’s fist.

“I just need you to buy me time!”

“I’ll do what I can!” Marshall nodded.

Lock landed on the ground and grit his teeth hard on his spear’s handle. He then held his two swords in front of them and began spinning them in his hands. The spinning went faster and faster as Lock focused all his strength in his arms and legs. Tirek sensed the danger and tried to stop Lock, but Marshall got in front of him and unleashed a plume of smoke.

“White Screen!”

Marshall transformed his whole body into a cloud of dense smoke while shrouding the area with smoke and rapidly attacked Tirek while he was confused by the smoke. Tirek irritably waved his hands wildly, trying to grab Marshall, but the lord regent kept on his assault.

“What magic is this?! Why can’t I hit you?!” Tirek barked. Marshall reappeared in front of Tirek and reeled his sword back.

“White Blade!”

Marshall slashed his smoke-covered blade and the attack unleashed a slashing attack at Tirek. The attack cut across his chest, making the evil centaur yell in pain.

“You mongrel! I’ll tear you apart!”

“Three-sword style special technique!”

Marshall smirked as he got out of the way and Tirek was met face-to-face with Lock, whose swords were nothing but a blur. Before Tirek could react, Lock unfurled his wings and flapped them as hard as he could while pushing off his legs and shooting towards Tirek.

“THREE THOUSAND WORLDS!!”

As Tirek saw the attack coming at him, he tried to put up a magic barrier at the last second but was stopped when he felt Marhsall’s hidden blades pierce his back, leaving him wide open for Lock’s blades to cut him into ribbons. He was hit in near rapid succession by each weapon before finally collapsing to the ground in a pool of his own blood and his eyes were completely whited out from all the pain.

“That’s for threatening my family.” Marshall said before spitting on Tireks twitching corpse.

Both men gave a quick nod to each other and were prepared to help Beorn in his fight when the deck suddenly exploded from below and created a wall of fire cutting them off.

“No…NO!!” Lock shouted while trying to use his powers to douse the flames.

“Get out of here!!” Beorn shouted over the roaring flames while he held back Sombra.

“We can’t leave you!” Marshall shouted back before another explosion rocked the ship.

“Go!!”

“But-” Thunderbolt protested.

“I SAID GO!!” Beorn roared before kicking back Sombra and while neither wanted to do it, Marshall grabbed Lock and dragged him towards the edge of the deck after signaling one of the lifeboats to come get them.

“No! NO WE CAN’T LEAVE HIM!” Lock protested as Marshall held him back.

“We have to go!” Marshall said before dragging him onto the boat.

“NO! BEORN!! BEORRN!!”

As the ship became a giant fireball, Beorn and Sombra had given each other their fair share of blows with the young king gaining the upper hand as Sombra seemed to be getting slowly overpowered.

“RRRAAAGH! WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!” Sombra roared in frustration as they locked blades

“Gonna take more than you got Sombra!” Beorn grinned before kicking him once more into the wall and finally pinning him down.

“This fight’s over.” He said as he grabbed the horn and proceeded to slowly rip it off.

“No! NO! I CANNOT DIE! I AM THE GOD OF SHADOWS! I AM LORD SOMBRA!” Sombra screamed.

Crack!

Beorn tore the horn off and a bright green light flashes followed by a mini explosion. Beorn covered his eyes as the light disappeared and looked down at his hand. The red horn glowed faintly but Beorn clenched his fist, crushing it into dust. His attention was brought back to Blueblood as he tried to crawl away.

“I…I had it all…!” He croaked.

“Money, mares, power! All I wanted was the damn throne! It was my right! It was mine! All of it was supposed to be mine!”

CRUNCH!!

Blueblood let out a painful grunt as his spine was crushed by Beorn’s hoof as he was hoisted up by his mane and forced to look his adversary in the eye.

“You took everything from me…” He said before Blueblood spat in his face.

“Go ahead, kill me…we’re both dead anyway…” Blueblood smirked as the entire cabin began crashing down around them. Without a single word, Beorn brought out the kodachi that once belonged to Crafty Dodger and held it tight in his grip before plunging it into the middle of Bluebloods chest.

“AAGH!!”

“That’s for Crafty dodger…” He hissed before forcing the prince to his knees and raised Kingslayer to deliver one last strike.

“And this-IS FOR MY FATHER!!!”

SLASH!!

Bluebloods head came rolling off after one clean strike, giving Beorn a sense of relief as he fell to his knees with his strength entirely drained from battle and could only watch as the ship tilted towards the ground.

“My mothers…my sister…my loves….forgive me…” He smiled with a single tear in his eye before the ship finally erupted into a fiery explosion.

Back in Canterlot

The fighting had come to a halt as everyone saw the flagship was aflame and falling from the sky and within moments, the remaining loyalists to Blueblood’s faction began fleeing the city, dropping their weapons and running in fear while the allied forces cheered.

“WE DID IT!!” One soldier shouted.

“It’s over…The King did it…BEORN HAS VANQUISHED BLUEBLOOD!!” Another cheered.

The lifeboat carrying Marshall and Lock landed and Lock shoved Marshall out of the way. He flew straight for the destroyed ship in a panic.

“BEORN!”

Lock whipped his hands up and snuffed out the flames with his power. He kept whipping his arms and hands around until most of the flames were snuffed out. Lock tore off his mask and hood, dropped his weapons, and immediately began digging through the debris.

“Come on, you stubborn little shit! Get out here! You can’t be dead! I won’t let you! I’ll drag your sorry ass back and force Satanael to do so!”

Many soldiers gathered around and wondered if the young king even made it. Marshall knew that if the Warborns had lost yet another king, it would dismantle them.

“What are you louts waiting for!” Marshall ordered.

“Get in there and dig! Your king is somewhere underneath this mess!”

“Come on lads! You heard him!!” One captain shouted as they rushed to help along with some of the citizens from Ponyville who saw the battle. Even Twilight and the others arrived to see what was happening.

“Lock, what’s going on?” She asked before noticing his sobbing and heartbroken expression.

“Beorn he…he…That stupid kid!!” He shouted with a crack in his voice.

“No…” Twilight said before using her magic to help dig through the debris along with Rarity and Fluttershy.

As the flames raged around them, the group desperately looked for Beorn and called out his name but received no response when Twilight spotted a shadow amongst the flames.

"LOOK!" She called out as everything went silent and all could hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards them.

Out of the smoke came Beorn himself, his body bloody and mangled, his clothes in complete tatters yet he did not seemed phased at all and in his hand was his fathers sword stained with blood and in the other, the head of the traitor himself with the last horrified expression he gave before his life was ended.

All were in complete shock at what they saw. After so many years of conflict, Blueblood had finally met his end and with a booming roar Beorn proclaimed his victory as the very flames around him were snuffed out from the sheer impact of his voice.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!"

An eruption of cheers followed, the day everyone had hoped for had arrived. Blueblood was defeated, and the battle was finally won. Lock wanted to be angry with his godson, but he simply smiled at him.

“That boy nearly gave me a heart attack,” Marshall chuckled.

“Eh, I could be mad, but why bother?” Lock shrugged.

Marshall nodded as they watched Beorn. As they watched, Lock felt something fall on his head. When he looked up, clouds rolled over him and the whole battlefield. Little white snowflakes began falling and the cold temperature finally was noticed by them. The realization came to Marshall, then to Lock, as they looked at each other.

“You know what this means, right?” Lock asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Yes…The battle for the throne is over. The battle for Equestria is about to begin.” Marshall said as he looked up.

“Winter…is here.”

End.