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The Kingdom of Equestria - Final Battle

The noises of war always made everyone cover their ears, trying to avoid a piercing headache. Sounds of yelling, shielding and commanding erupted within the war. During these times, it happened before what is known as the founding of the Roman Kingdom.

When everyone fought there, they also sniffed the traces of blood everywhere across the fields surrounding the river, a disgusting smell of metal arising from every direction because of the vital fluids. The peasant horses lay far and wide at the river of Aniene. The corpses began growing like a deck of cards on top of one another.

Obviously, every stallion ended up terribly frightened to the point where they sometimes couldn’t fight at all, yet the determination grew strong, no matter the harsh conditions. During that time, they didn’t have formations. Secondly, they barely used the equipment to do so, for they only recycled tin-made pugios from Neighn for the number of soldiers that they occupied. The resources that they could purchase across Europe ended up being there, but they lacked the workers. The peasants only wore tanned cloth. They didn’t have any symbols of neither the skull nor the moon and sun on their rags for their allegiance.

During the clash of those born from there and those who came from Gernaneigh to take over, a soldier asked one of their own stallions, “Who do you believe in?”

One of them said, “Discord.” One of the soldiers briskly ran to grab the soldier that exclaimed such thing, and they tightly tied his back on a pole with a piece of rope.

“I’m sorry, but this has to happen, it’s just what we do,” they said.

The other soldiers lit a small fire. That soldier screamed, he experienced slow and uneasy death while his body scorched, all that remained were his bones, ash, nothing else. But while the fire was still going, the Atlantic fish cooked up nicely into a nice, scrumptious meal for the army. After a while of just eating, the soldiers sighed, the fighting began once more.

After hours of fighting, Luna drew her gladius towards Discord, the almighty Germanic tribe leader. An intensifying cry came from Luna as she sliced Discord’s head off, yelling from inside and out. After that, the head that assisted the body fell down to the ground, the body kept twitching. Luna stared at the head. It took a while for the body to stop spasming, but she had done it. She killed Discord once-and-for-all. They were going to become legends. The crowd of peasant soldiers cheered on, but they knew that they would never recover from this battle. Luna turned away from staring at the small patches of blood pouring out of the deceased head.

“Sister, why do I feel this dispirited feeling?”

Celestia replied optimistically, “if you think about it, I’m sure that’s because we haven’t made our own nation. We can now settle a treaty in which we’ll be able to establish a nation because we defeated him; so we’ll have our own luxury for now on provided by our peasants, who were born to do all the work for us while we relax!”

Luna shrugged, “I suppose that’ll be the case.”

Celestia, Luna, and Commander Sombra, Discord’s 2nd-in-command, signed the parchment labeled as The Italian Establishment Treaty as it stated that the Kingdom of Equestria shall be established under the advantages of peace and liberty. It formed the Kingdom of Equestria, an officially-recognized nation with the kingdom’s monarchy as its center, and the people encouraged that their accomplishments should be spread across Europe to be well-known by oral tradition. Luna tried to recall everything that happened before to piece it back together.