In a world where ponies are the most dominant species, one gryphon fights for the betterment of his proud country, but when a routine mission goes awry he finds himself trapped in the very country he has been taught to hate. But being a victim of hate himself, Will he be able to get past the generations of hate that was bred into his very soul? And see his enemies as something more, maybe even friends? Will he find something bigger that's worth fighting for? And can he do this all without blowing his cover that he is the enemy?

A story about how not everything is as it seems.

This is my first time ever trying my hand at writing. Just testing the waters out. Feel free to comment on things I should work on.