A filly scampers into the living room, and plants herself right in front of her F&F Television. She smiles, and quickly turns it on just in time to catch the show.
The television flickers on, and Pinkie Pie jumps onto the screen, “Hello fillies and colts! Welcome back to another episode of Childish America! When we last left off, Childish was chasing down a dastardly group of Equestrian Revolutionaries, and found out they were hidden within Griffonia! Now, let’s find out how our hero, Childish Gambino, gets to the Revolutionaries!”
The filly smiles, and leans in closer to the television as the screen changes to show a tall, dark stallion standing at the base of Griffonstone. The Wonder Griffs fly overhead, sun reflecting off their blood red armor. Ponies and Griffons trade with each other all around Gambino, and he is payed little mind as he struts through town. Guns strapped to his chest, he dances through the streets.
A Griffon holds up a guitar, and begins to strum a few chords, and every creature takes in a breath for a song.
Then the television suddenly changes channels. The filly looks, dismayed, and snaps her head back to see her two parents holding the remote.
The filly’s mom holds up the remote in her magic, “I’m sorry, but we have something we need to watch as well.”
The filly gasps, “But- I’ll miss the show!”
The dad smiles, “We’ll buy you the disc when it comes out. Now why don’t you go have fun with your friends?”
The filly sighs, but still runs out of the house anyway.
The parents turn back to the television, and focus intently.
———
A mob of ponies stand in the courtyard of Canterlot. They all look up, where the gallows lay.
Ponies rush around with cameras, recording everything they can.
Twilight Sparkle stands there, at the top of the stairs. She looks over, where Queen Celestia and Chrysalis stand.
Celestia looks at her student, and quickly turns away as tears threaten to fall from her eyes. She is only stopped by Chrysalis placing a comforting hoof on her shoulder. Celestia leans into her wife’s touch, and gathers enough strength to stand straight, and read from a scroll.
“Ponies of Canterlot, we stand here for the... the execution of Twilight Sparkle. The enemy of America, accused of the murder of Princess Luna, Twenty Three Diamond Dogs, Discord, and Applejack. It is on the day of her death that the American ponies do declare Twilight Sparkle, Spirit of Insanity and Dark Magic, guilty of her crimes against America and equineity.” Celestia tries to face Twilight, but finds herself unable, “Twilight Sparkle, do you have any final words?”
Twilight glares at Celestia, her darkened eyes squinting, “You are my mentor no longer, Queen.” She spits the words out like venom, “America is not my nation, and Gambino will never be a hero. You worship a monster, Queen. And Equestria shall rise again!”
Queen Chrysalis tries to comfort Celestia as she breaks down completely. She looks up to Twilight, and hisses, “Hang the wench!”
A huge stallion shoves Twilight forward. She complies, and marches towards the noose.
Her new form towers above the executioner, and she is almost as tall as Celestia in her mature body.
She steps on the hatch, and the rope is put around her neck. She closes her eyes, trying to feel her magic deep inside her. Yet all she finds is a whisper, weaker than a filly in magic kindergarten.
Twilight takes a deep breath as the noose is completely wrapped around her. With nothing left, and no particular target, she begins to pray, “Anypony out there, please... help me.”
———
A black void sits in nothingness, with no color, no light, and no sound.
Yet that silence is broken as an army charges through it.
The Winged Hussars charge towards their next target, fifteen days into their month long voyage to help Universe 001.
Yet, as they ride, they are suddenly stopped as a gateway appears beside them. It casts a bright light upon them, and a voice comes from it.
”Anypony out there, please... help me.”
The Commander stops the army, and brings it to a halt outside of the gateway.
The second in command rides up with his Commander, “Dowódco, czy nie powinniśmy jechać dalej?”
The Commander looks into the gateway as the message repeats itself, “Nie, ten problem jest bliższy, możemy sobie z tym poradzić w pierwszej kolejności.”
The newest member of the group rides up as well, and stops suddenly as he sees Equestria through the gateway, “Dowódco, musimy już iść! Jeśli kucyk zostanie skrzywdzony, ponieśliśmy porażkę! To jest mój dom, musimy go chronić!”
The Commander nods, and draws his sword, “Oddech Kruka może trwać przez chwilę. Daj spokój! Opłata!”
———
A mare stands in front of Twilight, with a holy book grasped in her hands. Her white robes flow in the wind as she holds up a hoof, “We send you today to face the ultimate judgment by Ordirus, may he judge you with Order and Harmony. May you live forever in Ordirus’s hooves, or damned by Discord. May your friendships prove true, and may your magic prove strong on the scales of Harmony. In Discord’s and Ordirus’s name we bless you one final time.”
Twilight glares down the preist, and growls, “Discord shall damn you all to Tartarus for praising his killer! May Luna’s Spirit look down on you in shame! Ordirus should be embarrassed that his followers are doing this!”
The priest closes the book with a snap, and glares at Twilight, “May Discord damn you for all eternity.”
The preist turns around, and walks away from the gallows.
Queen Chrysalis nods to the executioner, and he opens the hatch underneath Twilight.
Twilight Sparkle falls, and can instantly feel her air flow be cut off, and the noose cut into her neck. She instantly tries to gag, and scratches at the rope. Yet to no avail, it would seem, as the rope stays whole. Twilight chokes some more, sarcasticly remarking in her mind how she’s lucky the rope didn’t break her neck instantly.
All she can hear is her blood rushing, and the struggled breaths she is taking. Her vision begins to fade.
But she suddenly falls the rest of the way, and greedily sucks in air as the noose disappears.
A sword wobbles, embedded in the gallows, right where the noose used to be whole.
The citizens of Canterlot all stare at the same sword, their shouting for death dying down. Then, they can hear a stampede of hooves coming towards them.
Armored men round the corner, swords drawn, sun reflecting off their armor, and horses charging forward.
Queen Chrysalis quickly escorts Queen Celestia away, and calls for the guards.
The ponies all run away, screaming, as the Winged Hussars run through them.
Guards come from everywhere, rifles primed and ready to fire.
The Commander rides up to Twilight Sparkle.
She looks up, seeing the man there. The sun is perfectly caught between his helmet’s wings, and he has an outstretched hand to her.
She slowly gathers her bearings, and reaches out to take his hand.
Guards open fire with their rifles, but the bullets merely bounce off the armor of the Winged Hussars.
The Commander pulls Twilight behind him, and they all turn to where they came in.
As one, they all set off, Twilight barely grasping on, and guards struggling to hit them.
The Winged Hussars gallop down the streets, avoiding every pony that might get in their way.
Guards pour onto the main street, firing off everything they can at the Winged Hussars.
Their bullets all either miss, or bounce off the glorious armor of the Winged Hussars.
Twilight feels a bullet pass right through her hair, and instantly ducks down. She tightens her hold on the Commander, and shivers.
She looks up to her horn, and tries to force magic through it. She growls as the magic inhibitor cuts the magic off.
She takes the risk, and looks forward. She can barely see a wall of guards ahead, before she has to hide behind the Commander again.
At least fifty guards fill the street ahead. Twenty five lay down, twenty five stand up, creating a firing line. They stand so that there is no other direction to go other than towards them, as guards fill the alleys beside them.
Twilight looks to her side, only to see one of the Hussars get hit in the face. They fall off their horse, armor falling off, revealing a strange black creature inside. Twilight’s eyes widen, and she looks to see what the Commander will do.
The Hussars all charge forward, even as their comrade hits the ground. The dead Hussar’s horse still charges along with the group anyway, and none of them so much as blink at his death.
The Commander rides moves to the front of the group, and draws his sword. He points it forward, shouting.
The guards let out salvo after salvo, filling the street with bullets. They look the Hussar’s in the eye as they continue their charge.
A few of the guards begin to panic, and try to crawl out of the way, yet the wall still holds itself.
The Hussars tap their horse on the side in unison, sending a command.
The Winged Hussar’s fly over the guards with a single jump. They barely clear the guards, but land on the other side and continue nonetheless.
The guards all turn around to continue opening fire, but the Winged Hussars run away too quickly, and they can not get off a few shots.
The gate comes up in the distance, and the Commander can instantly spot a guard flipping a lever.
A bunch of chains on a pulley begin to let loose, dropping the gate.
Yet the Commander quickly raises his arm. He moves it forward, and lets his blade fly true.
It sticks right between the chains, stopping the gate from it’s descent. The guard manning it falls back in surprise, and can only watch with horror as the Winged Hussars rush past him.
The Commander moves to the back of the group, ripping his sword from the pulley as he rides through the gates.
Guards rush after them, yet find the gate slamming in their faces. They take pot shots at the retreating horsemen, yet none of their shots hit.
———
The Commander holds up a hand, calling the other Hussars to a stop. They all dismount from their horses, allowing them to graze in the field.
The Commander offers a hand to Twilight, who is feeling quite tired after the thirty minute ride to the base of Canterhorn mountain.
She takes it, and drops down to the ground. She stumbles a bit, but finds her footing.
She looks up, finally able to truly study the Commander’s armor.
His heavy armor is silver, polished, and glows in the sunlight. He wears a helmet that completly obscures his face, with two wings emerging from the side.
Twilight takes a seat on a nearby rock, and smiles at the Commander, “Thank you, really. I am Twilight Sparkle.” She sighs as she looks at him again, “Sorry, you just look a lot like another being.”
The Commander sits in front of her. He reaches up, and removes his helmet.
A tan face stares at her. With very light brown hair cascading down each side of his head. His blue eyes look at her, hardened with experience, yet still light. The most striking thing about him, though, are two scars. One directly across his forehead, and another stretching from his chin all the way down his neck and into his armor.
The Commander smiles, with shining white teeth, “Pleasure to meet you, Twilight Sparkle.” He places his helmet on the ground, “I am Commander Izzak, Commander of the Winged Hussars. Tell me, what happened here?”
Twilight looks down, “There was this creature, Childish Gambino. He slaughtered many, and placed the blame on me. He’s the reason we’re called America.”
Commander Izzak leans back, “Ameryka?”
Twilight looks over at him, “What, you know something?”
Izzak nods, “I’ve had dealings with Americans many times. I’ve bought some beaver hide, and have heard about Revolution against Brytania. Could you tell me more?”
Twilight thinks for a second, and feels the ring around her horn, “There’s something I have to do first, then I can tell you. I can’t think clearly with this ring on my horn!”
Commander Izzak picks up his sword, “I could remove it for you.”
Twilight shakes her head, “No, no, you can’t damage it! If it is destroyed, it takes off the horn with it!” Twilight calms down, and looks south. She can barely see smoke rising from the tops of towers. She looks back to Izzak, “Don't worry, I planned for this. All we need to do is break into my Library.”
