Under the glow of a Hearths Warmming fire two creatures sat. An odd picture they were, one old and sat up on an armchair, the other not but a young lavender filly, sprawled out on the floor. But stories don’t care who tells them, and that night many a story was told. This one, in particular, would stand out as important to the would be princess, at least later in her life. And as such I will tell it here. A recount of the only, and mercifully brief, human/ equestrian war that history would see fit to curse us with. And all the lessons we learned from it. As told from the perspective of an aging scholar and a curious young unicorn.