Everyone knows the story of the old pony tribes, how they used to constantly war with one another, and how they were all forced to work together to settle the land of Equestria. However, if you were to ask Discord, as so few ever do, he would tell you about a time long before those three tribes even existed. He would tell you of the origins of ponykind and of a time of constant war, grief, and anguish. He would also tell you of the technological marvels that these ancient ponies had made, of which Equestria is only just now starting to scratch the surface of. This is one of the few things Discord truly takes seriously so when a curious little pony asks about that time all those millennia ago he is obliged to show them the history of their kind. Now this pony has been thrown into a world of shadows and death, a world of pain and suffering, a world that just might need a little hope.

(So this is the first fic I'm going to be writing for this site so feedback is very much appreciated and now onto the bit where I explain some of the warning tags. So the death tag is pretty obvious the ancient ponies had many more threats and wouldn't hesitate to kill if given reason to do so. The sex and Non-Consensual tags are both implicit and the latter only shows up in rare situations and the backstory of one of the characters. The rest of the red tags should be fairly obvious based on the type of story this is. So now without further ado, I hope you enjoy my story.)