The fields to the far south. Peaceful and welcoming. Past deserts, jungles and mountains, was a land almost as fertile and peaceful as Equestria, owned by the Hippogryph race. While Hippogryphs were mainly sustained by fishing, farms were occasional of course, and one of those farms were dealing with an issue regarding... pest control.

Standing atop a hill was a grouping of Hippogryphs, and one among them was a rather young deep blue male. His eyes were a fiery orange and he wore a rather strapping purple uniform complete with several medels and two ceremonial shoulder boards. Before them swarmed an army of yeti, the former storm troopers of the long dead First Storm King.

The creatures trampled over the farms crops of wheat and rye in a mad dash towards their ancient enemy. While the creatures were rather savage, they weren't diamond dogs who were rabid and unorganized. There were hints of organization amongst them, but it was loose to say the least.

Rivol stared down at the horde impartially before turning to his father, who was of the same color and wore a similar uniform, only much more richly decorated with medals. His father opened his beak to speak to a third Hippogryph.

"Are you sure you want to be here for this your majesty? The battles with these pests are more often than not bland and unentertaining." His father spoke simply with an idle roll of his claw.

Sitting in a rather comfortable looking folding chair, and sipping tea from a saucer he held in his claw, was a pure white Hippogryph with a purple mane. He wore a rich deep purple suit and a solid gold crown inlaid with an amethyst in the center.

"Oh yes indeed, one would think these creatures would attain at least some level of civility." King Velox the Third said. "My wife and daughter were persistent in wishing to see the troops in action." The king gestured to another two Hippogryphs, one with golden feathers and a cobalt mane, and another who was a light pink in coloring with a sky blue mane.

"Very well then sir." His father replied with a deep nod before he turned to the rest of the Hippogryphs who faced the encroaching army in ranks.

The flag of Hippogryphia flew before them. It was split between purple on top and cerulean on the bottom. A cerulean Hippogryph stood in the purple, and a purple seapony sat in the cerulean. It was a symbol of pride for both sides of the Hippogryph coin.

"Would you like to give the order Rivol?"

Rivol perked up and raised an eyebrow. His father wanted him to give the order? "O-of course father!" Rivol said excitedly.

"Very well then. Proceed." His father said. The Storm creatures were mere feet away from the Hippogryph Regiment now.

"Spears up!" Rivol shouted as he raised his hand. The soldiers lowered their weapons in perfect unison.

"Fire!" The young soldier shouted as he quickly threw down his claw.

A deafening series of cracks and booms followed, as the vision of the group was cut off by a pure cloud of white gunpowder.

The king and his family wrinkled their beaks in response to the smell of blood and smoke which assailed their senses, but Rivol and his father did not even bat an eye.

The smoke clouds soon dissipated, allowing the five too see the damage. The Storm horde was very obviously scattered as more then four fifths of their number had been cut down rather harshly. Those that remained were fleeing with their tails between their legs.

"The fact that those things still exist definitely put a negative light on our military skills." The King grunted as he watched the army start to reload their muskets.

"I know. They just seem to keep popping up from the south pole to be honest." Rivol's father replied. A servant approached with a tray and several wine glasses filled with liquid courage.

Rivol took a glass and raised it. "A toast to this victory, and a toast to King Velox. Long may he yet rule."

The King took his glass and gave the colt a side ways glance. "Are you old enough to drink?" Velox asked.

"I'm old enough to fight and die for my King, but not drink for him?" Rivol replied with a cheeky tone, which earned a snicker from his father and the princess to Velox's right.

"Fair point. Carry on then." The King said with a nod before he joined in on the toast.

"To Hippogryphia!" Rivol toasted.

"To Hippogryphia!" His company replied before bringing their drinks back.

A second servant landed next to the king as the king finished his drink. He raised an eyebrow before the servant bent down and whispered something into the king's ear. The servant then handed a letter to the king before turning and flying off.

"What is it Velox?" The Queen asked as she set her glass down.

The King sighed and brought his tea to his beak once again. "A letter from Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria. It's likely nothing too important all things considered. She is likely inviting me to Equestria's new friendship games or something stupid of that caliber."

The King sipped his tea as he opened the letter and read it idly. The group was shocked when the spat his drink out in fright.

'This isn't good.' Rivol thought. "Only the worst news imaginable would cause the King to spit out his tea.'

"What's wrong my liege?" Rivol's Father asked as he put a claw on the King's shoulder.

"Dear, take Venerum back to the palace." Velox said to his wife, who nodded and grabbed the princess. The two took to the skies together in the direction of Mount Aris, which peaked over the horizon nearby.

"Nautus. Ready your troops, we set sail for Equestria, very soon." Velox commanded as he rose from his chair.

"My lord?" Rivol's father, Nautus, asked as he approached. "What is wrong?"

Velox turned to Rivol and Nautus with a deep frown. "A Dragon is in Equestria."

Author's Note

Would ya'll say Hippogryph use words like Colt and Filly? I'd say yes, considering they are half horse.