The wind in Canterlot was a sour, cold wind, the smell of flowers long drowned out by the smell of gunpowder and offensive magic. The streets littered with torn clothes, homeless and crumbled buildings. A young alicorn prince shivers under the harsh wind, his only cover a torn and battered grey cloak. The prince plants himself in an alleyway to hide from the wind, the screams of fighting ponies’ mixes with the shrill howling of the wind.

“This fucking place is the worst…” the prince whispers to himself, trying not to attract the attention of the other ponies around him. The prince looks around, eyeing for an escape from the once abandoned alleyway, war veterans begin to check each alleyway, looking to take items for survival form those who cannot defend themselves. The prince stands, and begins to walk away, realizing he’s become the target of a group of veterans. Walking in the opposing direction, the prince attempts to flee before anything becomes of the situation, his hooves clopping against the cobble walkways, he attempts to speed up.

“Oi!” Somepony shouts out, pushing the prince back.

“Gah! What the he- “Before the prince can finish his sentence, he’s hit with a metal pole in his hind leg, a crack sounds from the connection. “Fuck!!” The prince screams, collapsing from the pain, hitting the ground.

“Whats wrong filly? Can’t take a damn hit?” A scared and bruised unicorn snickers, “Look at this pathetic shit, thinks he can just walk away without paying up.” The unicorn raises his pipe, and his gang laughs. The prince’s horn flashes light blue, and fades into a dark purple, his eyes glowing green as emeralds.

“AAAGHHHH!!” The unicorn leader screams in agony, his hooves jumping to his face as he collapses to the cobbled ground.

“Get the fucker!” A goon screams, and they all grab their makeshift weapons, and surround the prince, whose eyes have faded from green to pale blue.

“Equestrians love their violence… don’t they?” The prince spits, and lights his horn again, drawing a broadsword from under his torn and tattered cloak.

The prince charges first, plunging his sword into the throat of an earth pony, blood spraying onto the princes face, pulling his blade from the pony’s throat, he turns to face the others, which rewards him with an arrow to his knee, causing the prince to fall and drop his guard entirely. The goons race forward to finish the prince off, in one swift twist of the head, the prince’s sword slashes through the goons, spraying blood across the walls.

“W-wait!! Please!! Don’t kill me!!” a goon screams, horror filling his eyes and voice. The prince heals himself, and stands, sheathing his blade, and walks over to the goon. “No NO NO!!” The goon screams trying his hardest to back away, scraping and tripping over the cobbles, his hind leg sliced open and pouring blood. The prince grabs the colt with his magic and drags the colt to him. “Wait!! What do you want? I can get it! Please!” The colt screams, thrashing around, trying to escape. The prince’s eyes glow pale blue once again, and he outstretches his right hoof, his magic forming ethereal claws on the end of his hoof.

“I want my home… My kingdom… My vengeance… And you, poor, pathetic, worthless pony, will help me…” The prince smiles as he says this, savoring the fear in the colt’s eyes, the prince had been on the other side of this equation, but now intends to make the most of it.

“What… what the hell does that mean?!” The colt screams, trying to gather attention of somepony for help.

“You don’t need to be told; you’ll experience it!” The prince grasps the colt with his ethereal claws, burning marks into the colt’s head, as he screams in agony, the colt’s eyes become the same shade of pale blue as the prince’s eyes.

The colt stands, ignoring the gash on its hind leg, and stands at attention to the prince. “My, you’re quite calm, now aren’t you?” The prince smiles as he says this, knowing the colt is to his full disposal. The Prince opens a portal, and points to it with his hoof. “Go in, I’ll call upon you when I require your life.” The colt walks through the dark portal, and it closes behind him. The prince collapses to the ground, his head splitting in pain, and his mind flooding with memories of the war that brought him here. His eyes fill with tears, and he screams into the sky, his whole body bursting with dark magic, firing a beacon of purple and black magic into the sky, rupturing the clouds and breaking the silence across Canterlot with a deafening cry.

Author's Note

Chapters will alternate between the veiws of the prince and the princesses, in case you were wondering, which you probably were not.