Once upon a time, there was a magical land called Equestria…

And it was kingdom locked total war.

At the edge of the frozen north, two massive armies clash against one another amidst a wasteland of ice and bloody snow. The first was the army of Equestria made up of countless ponies for the three tribes, wearing the greyed dirtied armour and was adorned by the symbols of their old and new rulers.

The reigns of Princesses Celestia and Luna had risen from the ashes, so to many, it was a tribute to their fallen leader, for this is the last battle before the official exchange of power and they wanted to wear their armour as a way of showing respect and love for their fallen queen Platinum for one last fight.

And a fight they will get as the second army forged in blood and bone, dressed in suits of menacing white and white bone-like armour that encompassed much of their fur-covered bodies. Their helmets were jagged and terrifying, each bearing mark of Fenrir, the god of the war and All-father of the Wolves.

And in the centre of the sea of blood and death, stood in dark steel armour with a red cloak was the High-king Njord Vánagandr of Scynia and leader of the Wolves. Who in the chaos of Discord's madness and the rise of King Sombra, had blinded sided Equestria with a surprise attack in hopes of taking over the north and expand into the south.

With a bloodthirsty howel, his sword raised high above him and began to charge forward. His warriors followed suit, charging forward with angry fury. The Equestria the army stood strong forward with a single purpose, to hold to the line.

But the Scynians? They were different. A strange mixture of savage and civilized, they had no intention of holding back or even standing down. Crashing into enemy spears, hacking at swords and attempting to slaughter all in their path. Even as the enemy hacked their limbs off and impaled them on their spears, the blood-thirsty warriors continued to surge forward, hacking and slashing all who stood in their way.

After all, to a wolf, this was nothing more than a great hunt and to the son of Fenrir, there is no greater honour than dying in battle.

The two forces clashed, the Equestria knights and soldiers hacking and slashing at the warriors of Fenrir who met them back in greater force. Spears and swords met shields, and metal on metal sound off together creating a clamour throughout the battlefield as the ground is soon spotted with the blood of the dead and dying. The air is filled with the screams of the dying as the two forces clash, neither giving ground and both being pushed back. Though it was clear that the side of Fenrir was starting to take the upper hand as they pushed the side of Equestria back.

High-king Njord Erikson grinned with delight looking over the battle.

"This is good! Good! We can crush them! Hahaha!" he laughed. "Show them how weak and impotent they are against the might of Fenrir!"

Laughing madly, before tearing into a group of your soldiers. ripping into one of their bodies and biting into it, crunching on the bone before swallowing. He could hear it in the air, the battle was theirs. They had won, if they kept pushing forward and making powerful sweeping attacks, they'd be able to break through and crush the fighting force that was the sovereigns' army, killing them all before taking their territory.

He could see it now, see victory before him and how it'll be his honour to claim it.

Conquest.

He wanted it, needed it and now with the power of Fenrir at his back, he'd have it.

Victory.

No, the moment had been set.

Unfortunately, the victory wasn't his.

As soon as Equestria's lines begin to break, a pillar of magic light appeared from the sky and hit the Scynians' formation. The light was so bright and was accompanied by a deafening sound, that it seemed like the sun had risen.

But this wasn't a sun.

It was her.

“Sister, with me!” Celestia shouted at her younger counterpart, getting a nod in return as they dived out of the pillar with the Equestrian reinforcements. The two royal sisters flapped their powerful wings and with a pegasi division behind them, they charged into the fray. Wolves looked up in shock as their horns grew brighter as powerful lances of magic struck forth on their first attack run, and with heavy hearts they trailed their spells through the Wolves lines, incinerating all who came into contact.

The break in the enemy lines boosted the morale of the Equestrians as earth ponies split to funnel into these holes, taking advantage of the confusion. The Fenrir sons were pushed back as the unicorn mage acted like Mortar, lobbing fire and ice spells at the enemy from a distance. Their reinforcements joined in with their heavy lances and swords, crushing both the fur and flesh of the wolf army. Eventually, the wolves seeing their hopes of win slipping away turned to flee, howling back to their fellows as they ran.

All but one.

"Traitors! All of you disloyal cowards!" High-king Njord yelled at his army, even attacking any nearby soldiers in hopes of stopping them from fleeing, but even he was drowned out by the retreat. "Fenrir cannot save you now! You cannot escape destiny!"

"It's over Njord, you have lost."Turning aroused his head and saw the two Royal sisters standing behind him. "So will you please surrender now, and we will guarantee your safety?"

The wolf king snarled, gritting his teeth in anger at the sun princess word."LOST? I've NEVER LOST! I'm the king! I am Fenris vessel on this world! And I WILL NEVER LOST!!”

He took a step forward, and with another, he was in front of the two princesses. The royal sister's exchange looks before nodding. One thing then happened very quickly. Njord raised his sword ready to cut them down… And was instantly beheaded.

The head rolled to the ground as Njord's body stepped back, struck by some invisible force. He fell to the floor, his head rolling a short distance from his body. Meanwhile, the surviving Scynians backed away in some confusion, realizing that the battle was indeed lost and made a break for it.

“The battle is win, dear sister.” Princess Luna said as Princess Celestia approached Njord's body, heads bowed in respect as her sister looked on."Sister, what are you doing?"

Celestia raised her head, staring at her sister. "Why, I'm showing my respect for the fallen of course."

"But why?" She asked in her confusion, "Was he, not our enemy a second ago?"

Princess Celestia looking at her sister, smiling a bit as her voice grew softer. "Will yes, he was ruthless bloodthirsty. He is or was a living being, made with the same love as we ponies, and believing in his cause with all his heart. He fought desperately to keep his dignity before he died. Can you blame him?"

Princess Luna gazed silently at her sister. She knew that they had their differences, but she could see in her sister's eyes how much she respected the wolf king for making the effort to show honour even if it were misguided. Sighing, the two princesses' gazed at the silent army before them. They all knew they had won the day, but the smell of death and blood hung thick in the air. They had lost many fine soldiers and the bodies that both sides produced could fill out a small lake.

Still, a victory in the face of such a heavy loss was still a victory.

"So do you think the day will ever come?" Princess Celestia asked, breaking the silence.

"What day, dear sister? "

"The day where ponies and wolves can live in harmony… under the banner of friendship."

A pause followed before an answer came.

"I don't think you should get your hopes up, dear sister."

Author's Note

This is my first story on Fimfiction.

Please post your thoughts and let me know what you think as this new tale begins!

Next Princess Celestia gets an unexpected visitor and calls Twilight and her friends to Canterlot as a new adventure begins.