Cozy Glow sat perched atop a cloud studying the comings and goings of the fiefdom. In her watching and listening from the shadows when she could, she had learned the kingdom was called New Unicornia. In the distance atop the twin peaks known as Smokey Mountains and into the valley below, stood a massive cathedral-like palace. The undead mare whom had been reanimated by a dark and profane magical ritual, and empowered by the alicorn amulet she had stolen from a small trading caravan and the various amulets and charms she had taken from the mummified Ahuizotl after destroying him, let her thoughts drift to her past as she silently observed. How she had nearly successfully stolen the magic of Equestria after infiltrating Twilight's school, being imprisoned in Tartarus for months, being broken out by Discord who was disguised as Grogar, successfully stealing the Bewitching Bell, teaming up with Chrysalis and Tirek and nearly succeeding in completely overthrowing Equestria and bringing back the windigoes...that had filled her with a perverse joy nearly destroying the land.

Cozy shuddered slightly at the memory having the nearly limitless power stripped from her when those six creatures who had their snouts up Twilight's plot had convinced not only all the ponies to work together again, but also also creatures who had no relation with the ponies to work alongside them, having a massive cake dropped on her by a chaos magic-fueled Pinkie, being turned into a statue with the combined magics of Celestia, Luna and Discord. During those untold years of "rest" where she couldn't sleep, wake, breath, move, eat, cry, scream, laugh, weep or see, all she could do was hear and think, and plan her vengeance. The mistakes her enemies had always made was assuming she filly and never realizing that she was just a runt in her mid-twenties. Growing up, because she was physically smaller and weaker that the other foals her age, she learned how to fight without fighting and win by manipulating those around her into fighting for her.

Then that fateful day happened. Something happened to make the magic go haywire. She, Tirek and Chrysalis were freed from their stone prison, and they stared from Canterlot as blooms of raw, unrestrained magical energies erupted across the land, killing untold numbers in an instant. She laughed and reveled with glee at the pure insanity and devastation. Her other two fellow former inmates could only stare on in horror as cities burned, along with the creatures that lived in them and strange storms brewed. She remembered watching a fleet of airship sailed overhead as storms raged across the land, bring mindless mutants. Tirek and Chrysalis had fled in terror, but she stayed, using the insanity of the fighting to seek out survivors to twist to her cause. Things had worked out well for many years, the now wild and unrestrained magics slowly mutating her along the way, though instead of turning her into a monstrosity, made her grow into the size of an average adult mare. It turned out it was much harder to manipulate those around when you looked like an adult and as always there were ponies and other creatures who had their own ambitions for how to lead. She had narrowly escaped being murdered by hiding in a partially collapsed building in Manehattan, though she was badly injured. Using the last of her strength, she wrote a threat and promise on the wall, then darkness took her...until an untold time later when that stupid creature had resurrected her with the intentions of using her to seek out some foolhardy revenge on a now long dead rival, but he made one major miscalculation, you don't use Cozy Glow, she uses you...and she does not serve.

As she continued to watch the events down below, Cozy mused on the stories she had listened to from the shadows just outside the lights of campfires or disguised as a random traveler. Stories that came up from the south on the lips of travelers about a lavender goddess that was waging a war against five desert kingdoms with a nigh invincible army. About strange lights in the sky. About three goddesses slaying a sphinx in front of a whole community. That five goddesses, donning "sacred" armor had announced their return with voices of thunder. It was clear, the princesses were back in force, leading an army and the elements were awakening again. She would be ready for them and would win, no matter how long it took, now that time was her ally. She turned her attention towards the Foal Mountains and wondered how long that stupid minotaur has held out...and he had spilled the beans on her?

But that was something that future Cozy would worry about.

Cozy continued watching down the kingdom down on New Unicornia. It was clear that earth ponies and pegasi were nothing more than a labor force who the unicorn ruler...rulers?...took whatever they wanted, with the threat of powerful machines and weapons, along with magic, at their disposal. She thought about what she could do to catch the ears of the leaders. A simple showing of necromantic magic might not impress them into revealing their secrets, but there were other ways.

Cozy watched as a caravan pulled up and were met with two of those heavily armored self-propelled wagons with big tubes sticking out the top, three unarmored metal self-propelled wagons, with heavy canvas draped over their back, were close behind the two armored wagons. She watched as unicorn soldiers piled out of the three unarmored metal wagons and met several ponies who came from the caravan. The ponies from the caravan drug what looked like an unconscious alicorn, except its wings and horn looked stunted, and passed it off to the soldiers. She watched the caravan ponies, without any haggling or supplies or money, simply hoofed over the unconscious pony.

***

Winter Wheat, leader of the slave caravan, couldn't be happier to get rid of this mare, even if one that had wings and a horn could have fetched him and his crew a hefty payday. He should have listened to his instincts when the bandits he bought her from a few weeks ago had asked for next to nothing. He initially thought she was just some worn out brooding stock that many of the bandits kept then killed or traded when they had no more use for. It turned out this mare was a massive headache, able to control ice and cold. She had made multiple escape attempts and even freed slaves quite a few times, which had cost the caravan quite a lot. Ropes, chains and magic-restraining horn rings didn't work as she would freeze them and break free. It was fortunate she didn't know that land or she could have gotten away clean. After having to beat her into unconsciousness repeatedly, he was now glad to hoof her off and let her be somepony else's headache, he had already lost too much scratch dealing with her.

Commandant Stellar Skies stood watching as the slavers brought a pony with a blueish-gray coat and blue white mane out trussed up on a pole carried between two of them. What made take a second glance was the mare's stunted horn and wing. Is that a false goddess the pontifexes always warned about in their sermons and writings? Or is this some kind mutant? Either way the colts in the bio-research department will have a field day. She adjusted her cap the sat atop her close cropped graying black mane while her tan coat bristled.

Stellar was suspicious of caravans. Usually they were just traders or slavers looking to make a payday by selling their wares, occasionally they were bandits looking to raid for supplies and ponies they can snatch. The scars under her dark gray uniform itched, reminded her of the time when she was a young officer, straight out of the school and didn't take the proper precautions. That was a mistake she would never make again, now any time there was what looked like a caravan, she always met it with no less than two tanks and two trucks of soldiers.

Commandant Stellar Skies was caught off guard when the slavers asked nothing for the trussed up mare, hastily loaded up onto their wagons and just as hastily left. As the bound mare was carried by the soldiers to the trucks, the commandant banged on the side of the tank, prompting the commander to pop his head out of the turret. "Pass me a radio."

The tank commander saluted, slipped back down into the turret, then popped back up with a headset in his hooves.

Stellar Skies climbed up on the side of the tank and took the headset. "Channel seventeen.", she ordered down through the still open turret. After the channel was changed, she adjusted the mic. "Aerial screw command. This is Commandant Stellar Skies of the eighth outriders. I requisition a spotter screw to follow and observe a caravan that is traveling south-by-southwest at twenty-four furlongs and hour that has just passed marker alpha-one-niner-twelve."

"We have one fueled up and will be skids up in five.", a voice replied, "Any special orders?"

"Just a standard observe and track.", Stellar replied.

"S-O-T confirmed and will carry out. May the divine be with you. Aerial screw command out."

Stellar Skies dropped the headset back down through the turret and hopped off the tank. As her command car pulled up, she looked up and did a double take. She swore she saw a pony peeking over the edge of a cloud. She gestured to the flag pony. "Standard prisoner convoy." As the flag pony waved out the semaphore, relaying her command, she stepped into the backseat of her command car. "When we get back to the cathedral, send a runner to weather command and find out of any of their pegasi have been slacking off. The last thing we need is any of those feather backs forgetting their place.", she said to the driver.

Snow Drift groaned as she came back to consciousness. Her head throbbed. As her senses came back to her, she didn't feel the splintery floor of a slave wagon, or the pinch of ropes and chains, she felt something cold and hard under her, it wasn't the cold and hard of the ice of the far north from where she grew up. Her thoughts drifted to where she grew up, the little village called Frozen Haven, deep under a glacier. She missed home, scaling the walls of the ice dome that encapsulated the village with her fellow snow ponies to maintain it, digging for the sweet and crunchy tubers the grew in the rocky soil under the glaciers, picking frost daisies that grew around the melt water lakes with her little sister, walking through the many ice tunnels with her father to look for gems that had been polished smooth by the glacier to trade with crystal pony merchants, going out to the fertile plains outside the glaciers to pick crystal berries, to hear the various stories from the traveling lore keepers. It had been on an expedition to pick crystal berries that she got separated from her party and found herself on the edge of the city that had been called the Mourning City that contained what was called the Weeping Spire. The old stories said that when the skies burned, the goddess who lived there lost the warrior she loved and now she spends all of time mourning her lost lover. There had been times when she swore that she heard, when the winds drifted just right, the weeping of the goddess echoing in the tunnels.

Snow Drift slowly opened her eyes as she recalled that fateful day when she was forcefully taken from the far north. She remembered seeing the barrier around the city and touching it. The weird tingle in her hoof when she touched it. Most strange of all was that the city was silent, the crystal and snow ponies who dared to venture that far south always talked about the weeping of the goddess could be heard. She remembered seeing a shadow block out the sun and looking over to see a pony wearing strange clothes looming over and speaking in a language, a sharp pain to her head and darkness, then waking up in a cage, surrounded by skinny, starving mares, stallion, fillies and colts, draped in filthy, ratty clothes, the hollow, haunted gazes in their eyes unsettled her.

Snow Drift blinked her eyes to force them to focus. She looked around where she was. It wasn't a cage. It was a strange white room, the walls, ceiling and floor were covered in white squares. She tried to move her legs, only to find they wouldn't move. Craning her neck, she found she was laying on a hard, silvery table, all four of her legs her held down, spread eagle, by loops made from the same silvery metal around her fetlocks, across her middle was a large loop, also made from the same metal, holding her down and her wings to her side. She tried to pull her legs free, but she couldn't even wiggle them. Nearby was a small silvery metal table with several strange looking metal instruments on them.

Snow Drift closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She fluttered her wings, snow ponies could, by focusing their magical core and flapping their wings, though they couldn't use their wings to fly or their horns to focus magic, the former were too small to do more that glide, as flying in the storms of the north and under the glaciers was too dangerous, the latter because their horns weren't linked to their thaumic system and was instead used to chip away at ice, could generate intense cold, they could also use their magic to shape ice, and if there was enough moisture in the air, the could use it form ice and snow. She felt the cold spread across her midsection and hooves as she started slowly freezing the metal.

The door opening with a *kachunk-swish* made her snap her eyes open. Snow Drift watched as a mare waled in wearing a long white coat over her deep green fur. She couldn't see the mare's mane as it was tucked under a strange white opaque cap that tightly covered her head. What drew her attention the most was that this mare had a horn like hers, but it was longer. The mare looked down at her and said something in a language she didn't understand. "I don't understand what you're saying. Can you tell me where I am?" The mare cocked her head slightly, the chuckled and said something in the strange language. "Please, just let me go. Nopony has to be hurt. I just want to go home."

The horned mare made her horn glow in a strange sparkly light an odd gray box levitated from her long white coat, the sparkly light surrounding the box pushing in one of the weird little rectangles with a click and the mare spoke to it. The mare stopped talking to the box, clicked another rectangle on it and turned to the small table holding the instruments. Snow Drift's eyes went to pinpricks when a short-handled knife floated up.

Snow Drift summoned up every ounce of strength she had and focused her magic. She froze the metal loops holding her legs and body down. The horned mare's eyes went with shock when she saw the frost spread across the table and stepped back. Snow drift strained with all her might and snapped free of the restraints. The horned mare screamed in shock, dashed for the far wall and hit a little red circle with a hoof. Blinking lights and a high pitched noise warbled. Snow Drift knew that some kind of alert. She summoned up an aura of cold, making the ambient temperature of the room drop. The horned mare bolted for the door, but quickly back-pedaled when she saw it covered with a layer of ice. The horned mare turned back to face the snow pony and dropped to her knees begging and pressing her forehooves together in supplication. Snow Drift summoned an intense cold in her forehoof and quickly extended it to the horned mare. The mare tried to scream, but quickly found herself frozen solid.

Snow Drift looked over her hoofy work. The horned mare was stiff as a board, a look of horror literally frozen on her face. She turned around and bucked into the frozen horned mare, shattering her into thousands of pieces. She twitched an ear, hearing hooffalls and shouting outside the door. Rearing up, she planted both hooves on the door and froze it, along with a section of the wall, solid.

Snow Drift quickly looked around assess her situation. Outside the clatter of hooves were followed by shouting, then followed by blows. She had minutes at best. Spotting a small grate at the bottom of the wall, the kicked it in, squeezed in and crawled through the tight, claustrophobic passage.

***

Cozy Glow spent the next three days sneaking around New Unicornia, mostly at night, watching and listening. She learned the large armored self-propelled wagons were called tanks and the unarmored ones were called trucks and cars. SHe learned that the earth ponies and pegasi were kept as a labor force and the land was owned by the ruler known as the grand pontiff. Using the power of the alicorn amulet, she snuck up on a unicorn mare fetching water from a well, smothered her, stripped the robes from her and tossed the body into the well.

Cozy hid the various charms and amulets in the various voids in her desiccated body, attaching them to various mummified bones and withered organs. Finally she attached the alicorn amulet around her unbeating heart, Taking several moments to inspect her body, she closed off or disguised the various holes that time and desiccation had wrought. Looking at her reflection in a small puddle, she created a multi-layered disguise spell to both conceal her wings and give her both the look and feel of fur. She then created a convincing enough-looking horn that would defeat all but the most scrutinizing magical scans...after all if she looked that part, felt the part and smelled the part, no pony would notice...right? Taking a few moments to open some shallow voids in her flesh, she stuffed some wild lilacs into them. The combination of the dryness of her body, along with the various dark magic-powered amulets and charms would work in concert to disguise the fact she was technically a centuries old undead pony.

Cozy cycled through different colors before settling on a lavender color. She giggled at the delicious irony of it...or was it serendipity?...she never really knew or understood the difference. She then cycled through several cutie marks to cover that her's was no longer visible from centuries of desiccation. She debated on going with a six-pointed star, before changing her mind and going with a simple swooshy line to represent the horizon , a stylized sun that was half-below that horizon and a few silvery points to represent stars. A malicious grin spread across her face as she came up with an alias, Sundown Twinkle.

Cozy Glow...or as she would now be called, Sundown Twinkle...took one last look over her disguise to ensure she had everythinig in order. She even developed a false person...a young, enthusiastic, if somewhat bookish unicorn mare. She took a few moments to study the small holy book that was inside a pocket on the robe, with the help of a speed reading spell, to familiarize herself with the local religion. Come morning, she would integrate herself into the group of unicorn stallions and mares who were eager to join the ranks of the local clergy. Once inside, she would have access to the machinations of the clergy, and she would play the game, letting them think they're using, manipulating and molding her, until she was able to lie, charm, blackmail, or weasel her way until the had the ear of the pontiff, for you do not use Cozy Glow, she uses you...and she does not serve.

***

It had been weeks since Snow Drift had escaped. She had spent her time learning the ins and outs of this massive cathedral-fortress. She had learned that the horned ponies ruled over the winged ponies and the ponies that looked like crystal ponies without the crystalline coats with an iron hoof. It disgusted her that there was a group of the horned ponies who didn't work or toil or do anything to benefit this community, instead having others either work for them or having other horned ponies enforce their will, many times with brutality. They made the winged ponies push around clouds and make water fall from the sky, while those who didn't have horns and wings were made to work in the fields. Any of the non-horned ponies who tried to fight back were either killed with bang sticks, beaten savagely and thrown in cages, or had one or drug off into goddess knows where, screaming and begging.

Snow Drift, on many of her explorations, found a series of tunnels and caves, in which were ponies of every kind, horned, winged, and those with neither, were chained together and forced to strike at the walls with odd tools and place the rocks and stuff they knocked out of the walls into big, square metal wagons with small metal wheels, that sat on a pair of long. rectangular pieces of metal that the ponies pushed along when the wagons were full or empty. Most of these ponies had scars on their bodies from where the horned ponies that watched over them would hit them with odd flexible weapons. Many of these ponies had the look of death in their eyes, several were sick, coughing so hard they sometimes vomited, all were gaunt and showed signs of starvation.

What sickened Snow Drift the most was when on her explorations, was when she was sneaking through the crawl spaces and she came across a group of rooms that contained various non-horned mares chained to wooden things. Many of them were in various stages of pregnancy. Stallions and mares, wearing elaborate robes, would come along and forcibly brood the chained up mares, and do other shameful things to them. Her blood boiled when she witnessed this. It appeared that these too hot southern lands had no signs of love and ruled by force and fear, the things they did, if it was back home in the Frozen Tribes, would have gotten them banished to the glacier tops.

Snow Drift sat in an abandoned and forgotten cave, munching on an orange root vegetable that she had taken from a bag she had stolen while laying on a patch of ice she created, it wasn't like the deep-blue ice back at home, but it helped. While chewing on the orange root vegetable, she stared absent-minded at an odd silvery crystalline root-like structure. For some reason it made her feel relaxed and at peace. A strange blink of light at the mouth of the small abandoned cave drew her attention and she sprung to her hooves, ready for action. Lowering the ambien temperature, making the water in the air freeze, she drew the freezing water to her body for protection and to her wings and horn, augmenting them with ixe blades, hard enough to break bones and sharp enough to slice through flesh.

Snowdrift Froze in place, seeing what looked like and ethereal snow pony mare, except her wings were broader, held flared behind her in a regal display, her horn was longer, her coat was lavender, her mane and tail seemed to flow on an unflelt breeze and they looked like the sky at twilight, her height dwarfed the snow pony, her face bore a gentle smile. Most important, this ethereal mare radiated and aura of power that was both awe inspiring and terrifying.

The ethereal mare spoke in a voice that was calm, but radiated immense poser, and seemed to come from everywhere at once. Snow Drift, overcome the the presence, lowered herself to her belly in supplication.

"Peace be upon you Snow Drift of the Frozen Tribes. Rise and fear not. I bear you no ill will."

Snow drift rose to her hooves slowly and looked up at the face of the ethereal mare. "A-are you a goddess?"

The ethereal mare scowled slightly before returning to the gentle smile. "Nay, I am no goddess. The one whose likeness I take frets and worries when those whom call her a goddess. I come in many forms to help those whose destiny is meant to change the world. I have watched you and your tribe for a long time, guiding them as I have the other tribes in the past and still to this day. Though it saddens me that my creatures have forgotten my voice."

"W-who are you?", Snow drift asked.

"I am called by many names, but the most common I am called by is the Spirit of Harmony."

"Why have you come to me oh great Spirit of Harmony?"

"I call many. Some I call some to speak my words of harmony to the downtrodden. Some I gift my elements to whom have proved themselves worthy. Others I call them to fight against those who bring the chains of tyranny. I call you for the last one. Will you answer my call? I warn you that this path is fraught with peril. There will be much struggle, blood and suffering."

"Yes, I will answer the call. I will fight against the tyrants and break the chains of the downtrodden. Even at the cost of my life."

"It gladdens and saddens me that you choose to answer the call." The ethereal mare's form changed from the lavender mare to a bright white mare to a midnight blue mare to two different pink mares and back to the lavender mare. "The mares whom I have taken the visage of will come to this land. Though it saddens me the they must shed blood, my anger at those who enslave is greater. Your destiny lies with them."

"Will I see my home again?"

A sad expression flickered across the ethereal mare's face for a second. "I...do not know. I can only see one's destiny, not to where it may take them. You may see your home again, but you may not find any comfort in it. Go forth and break the chains of bondage. Bring harmony where you can. Give this warning to the one I bear the likeness of. The unicorn whom was shattered seeks to be whole again and the ancient ram walks the land, though he cannot take physical form again." The ethereal mare faded away slowly.

"I shall fight for harmony oh Great Spirit!", Snow Drift cried out.

***

"Sundown Twinkle" quickly rose through the ranks from inductee, to neophyte, to low priestess in a manner of four months, all through manipulation, guile, blackmail, and in a few cases, "accidents", involving those who suspected her or stood in her way.

A bishop, named Burnished Bronze, noticed "Sundown" and was impressed by how fast she had risen in the ranks. She moved up nearly as fast as he did. He recognized and respected how she navigated the treachery of politics like she was an old pro. He decided to take this mare under his tutelage, her skills combined with her bookish-ness and naivete would make her a valuable tool for his rise up the ladder...and he has his eyes on the prize, the throne of the High Pontiff.

Cozy Glow had her way in. Burnished Bronze, though he was a bishop, his ranking was low among the, more of a glorified file clerk and secretary. His robes may have showed him to be a holy stallion, but they concealed the true stallion from those who didn't know how to look. He was just another overly ambitious pony seeking power for power's sake, and also just another pervert. She played her naivete, pretending to fall for his transparent seductions. A few honeyed words and some manipulation of his mind slowly turned him into another tool for his use...Just like back at the School of Friendship all those centuries ago...except she had dark magic artifacts at her whim now.

Cozy Glow bided her time as she rifled through the files held in the vaults, under the guise of carrying out Burnished Bronze's orders. In her searches she found several ancient scrolls. New Unicornia was founded by several royal unicorns who had, just days before the Great Cataclysm, had abandoned Canterlot, taking their personal militaries with the. They had convinced several members of the royal guard, weather teams and basic laborers, all because they disliked that creatures that had become citizens of Equestria. She couldn't help but laugh at old specieist and tribalist mentalities that ponies tended to fall back on. She put aside those old scrolls as she had much bigger plans and Burnished Bronze may become the High Pontiff, but he would be nothing more than a servant.

***

Summer slowly progressed to autumn and slowly progressed to winter. Throughout New Unicornia there were stories of a ghost mare. Few who saw her survived to tell the tale. Soldiers scrambled to catch this ghost mare. Task masters struggled to keep the slaves under their watch in control. Slave pins would be found broken open, the chains broken and having melting frost on them. Engines in vehicles would be found seized up, filled with ice. Rooms in the cathedral-fortress would be flooded where pipes would burst. Soldiers had to be directed into the mines to hunt gangs of freed slaves that launched raids to kill the taskmasters and free their brethren. Lone soldiers would be found frozen solid, sometimes their bodies partially shattered. Food stores would be raided, the fruits and vegetables ruined by hoarfrost. Whispers among the common ponies about the wrath of the goddesses were spread, mostly in secret. Reports of preachers claiming to have seen the goddesses personally came in from travelers.

New Unicornia bubbled in chaos just beneath the surface. Cozy Glow, in her guise as Sundown Twinkle, glided though it all. Her tool was slowly and subtly moved her personal tool into place like a chess piece. With venomous words disguised as honey poisoned influential members of the cloth to her tool's side. Those who stood in her way had unfortunate accidents, found themselves jumped off of a high balcony, got caught with heretical evidence or died of "heart attacks".

As Burnished Bronze gathered more followers an influence. he became more and more paranoid, confiding more and more in a young, bookish, naive mare. Rumors and whispers spread about the health of the High Pontiff.

As winter slowly crept into spring, rumors abounded of a civil war. Whispers spread throughout the cathedral-fortress. The High Pontiff had fallen ill and was unable to physically carry out his duties. The doctors were stumped as to the cause of illness and he lay on his bed wasting away. On the first day of spring the High Pontiff was found dead in his chambers, his body succumbing to the illness. Three cardinals were found with the very same poison that happened to be found in the stomach of the now dead High Pontiff. The cardinals claimed innocence and when the soldiers were sent to arrest them, a fight broke out. That was the spark that was needed to ignite the tender box that was the New Unicornia politics. When the cardinals and bishops met to determine the new High Pontiff, arguments broke out with accusations and shouting. The meeting ended in a brawl. Crack that were just below the surface broke through the surface as factions openly took actions against each other. The civil war that been talked about in hushed whispers broke out and spread like a fire storm.

As the New Unicornia civil war broke out, a lowly bishop, who was little more than a glorified file clerk and secretary, named Burnished Bronze, had managed to gather the most followers, and in what seemed like luck and happenstance, gathered a third of the military to his faction.

For four months a bloody civil war raged. Fortunately for the rest of the country it was mostly contained to the cathedral-fortress. Through it all slave revolts, groups of soldiers found frozen and riots among the common ponies slowly convinced more and more faction leaders to throw their banners with Burnished Bronze.

After the last of the bishops and cardinals either joined Burnished Bronze or were exterminated, a vote was cast and Burnished Bronze was nearly unanimously voted as High Pontiff.

On the eve of Burnished Bronze's coronation, Cozy Glow sat with him in his chambers and whispered poison in his ears.

On the morning of Burnished Bronze's coronation, pegasi weather teams had moved clouds away so the sun would shine on the cathedral-fortress unblocked. The new High Pontiff, draped in golden robes, stepped out onto the balcony, flanked by the new heavily armed praetorian guards. After a gilded mitre was lowered on his head, he gave the speech that had been whispered in his ear the night before. "Stallions, mares, countryponies, lend me your ears. We have weathered through this bloody affair and the Divine smiles upon us. But my heart is heavy and troubled. Our sacred faith has been attacked by heretics who preach of the false goddesses. The same false goddesses who pervert the sacred image of the Divine. I'm sure you have heard as I have about a great and terrible warlord to the south who has been raping and burning across the land. There are also stories about false goddesses leading them. I tell you now they are not goddesses, just another bloodthirsty band seeking to rape and burn. Word has spread that they are on the move to here. When they face us, we shall meet them with such might that they shall be sent back to the pits that spawned them. We shall cast them down and show them for what they are with the shout of death to the false goddesses!"

"Death to the false goddesses!", the military shouted back.

"Shout it louder so that the lord of Tartarus who spawned them can hear. DEATH TO THE FALSE GODDESSES!"

"DEATH TO THE FALSE GODDESSES!"

"Shout it louder so that the very heavens will tremble at the sight of very might! DEATH TO THE FALSE GODDESSES!"

"DEATH TO THE FALSE GODDESSES!"

Author's Note

Thank you all for reading and I hope you all enjoy.
A special thanks toNew Rebellion for the idea of snow ponies and New Unicornia. Go show him some love.
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Concerning snow ponies: Snow ponies look like alicorns, having a horn and wings, though both are stunted. They lack the ability to channel magic through their horns, instead using it to chip away at ice, and their wings are too small to support them in flight(but they can glide), they can also use their ice magic to form weapons and armor. They live under the glaciers and in the frozen mountains of the far north. When they build a city, town or village, they first hollow out a dome at the bottom of a glacier. Along with the crystal ponies, they form a group of communities, connected by tunnels in the ice and roads in the mountains, called the Frozen Tribes. The snow ponies are a very wary and standoffish folk, only having regular contact with crystal ponies and the yaks. The ice, snow and cold serves as a natural barrier against attacks.