Fall of Equestria: For Honor (revamp)

The next morning, Wulfric awoke to find himself freezing as if someone had let a blizzard into the hall before looking out his window to see the entire village covered in ice.

"What in the all fathers name is going on here?" He asked himself before getting dressed and rushed out the door.

Wulfric was met with an unsettling sight. Snow and ice everywhere, howling winds whipped up in all directions, and the farms in the distance were so buried in snow, they had perished in an instant.

“Is this some kind of wrath from Aurgelmir?!” Wulfric said and was forced to shut the door.

“My lord!” Surt came running down the hall. “This storm is unnatural!”

“Unnatural? How so?” Wulfric said.

“There hasn’t been a blizzard of this magnitude in days gone by! And it isn’t even the winter season!” Surt said. “Something is terribly wrong!”

"What's going on?" Arminius asked, coming out in only his bear cape covering him. "The fuck? It shouldn't be this cold."

"Papa..." Little Wiglaf came up to his father, shivering in the cold.

"I'm cold..."

"Ohh my poor little Wiglaf. Come here, mama will warm you." Sigrid said as the villagers began to come out of their huts to see the sudden snowstorm.

"It's as cold as Helheim! what happened here?"

"I thought all the snowstorms were over."

"Something's not right..."

It was at that moment when King Hjalmarr stepped out the door, his eyes filled with rage as he came out to see his village frozen.

"Father what's happening?"

"Treachery! That's what!" The old king shouted in anger.

"This is an ancient spell our ancestors created to hide us from the rest of the world when we settled in these lands. To think Dainn would use it against his own people...I'LL HAVE HIS HEAD FOR-COUGH!!"

Wulfric rushed to his fathers side to help him stand as he entered another coughing fit.

"Father take it easy, this cold is not good for your old bones. Guards, take my father back inside and see if you can't warm the hall up."

As the guards escorted Hnalmarr back inside, Surt and Arminius watched the winds blow more as if they were getting stronger as time went by.

“Dainn…” Surt growled. “Even for him, not even I would think he’d stoop so low and pull this crap. He dishonors our ancestors!”

"Arminius, go with the villagers, gather what supplies you can from the farms. You three!" Wulfric pointed to three fisherman."

"I wanna know how far this storm stretches, sail out and see if we can escape by the sea."

"Come on, Wiglaf. Let's go help daddy," Sigrid told her son before heading to the farms with Arminius.

On the other side of the northern continent, the mad chieftain Dainn Stonehoof sat on his chieftain’s chair while a doe sucked him off. The doe wore a red leather collar with a leash ring attached in the front but nothing else.

“My lord,” a Stonehoof stag approached his chieftain and bowed. “The spell was a success. The Warborn Clan and their supporters have been completely entrapped in the blizzard.”

"Good, I never liked that old fart Hjalmarr anyway-Ohhh good girl." He growled while petting the head of his new slave.

"What about his son? he could be trouble."

"Hmph. What can that young buck do?"

back in the village, the clans had gathered in the main hall with what little supplies they could salvage while doing their best to stay warm against the bleak blizzard.

"We gathered what supplies we could find milord. At most, they'll last us a few months."

"We may not have that long..." Wulfric said when the three fisherman he sent out earlier came rushing into the hall, wrapped in frost from head to toe.

"Odins beard! That blizzard is surrounding the whole port, there's no way out!" One of them said while throwing off his cloak.

“That is the point…” Surt said, keeping his cloaks on him. “As the king mentioned, this spell was only to hide us. But Dainn altered the spell and made it into something disastrous! He wants to keep us trapped here. No doubt to both starve us and get a head start on the pony nation!”

“The pony nation?” Arminius said. “Why would he go so far just to conquer that land?”

“You don’t understand, he doesn’t just want to conquer them, he wants to subjugate them,” Surt shook his head. “Dainn is nothing short of a mad stag, ever since he was a buck. I shudder to imagine what he has in store for those poor pony souls. And that goes double for the princesses.”

Arminius shuddered while holding his wife and son close. "We're heading back to our clan. We need to do what we can to save them," He then nods to Wulfric. "We'll be back."

"Good luck." Wulfric said as Arminius and his clan made their way back home. As expected, the blizzard covered the entirety of the land, freezing most of the trees and water along with some of the animals.

"Poor souls..." Sigrid said after passing a beast frozen in the ice.

"How you doing son?" Arminius asked Wiglaf who was clinging to him for warmth.

"Cold. I wanna go home," Wiglaf said while shivering.

"Don't worry son. We'll get a fire going once we get back," Arminius told his son while covering him with his cape.

"That bastard will pay for this," Sigrid said while doing her best to keep her son warm.

"We're coming up on the village!" One of the guards shouted from up ahead.

"Hear that son? We'll get a fire going and fix you some nice hot..."

The Ghost clan stooped when they saw that their home was burned to the ground and covered in snow. The ground was littered with the bodies of the farm animals, the dogs, and their friends and neighbors.

"Dear gods...what happened here?"

"MY LADY!!" A shield maid called out to her from atop a small hill as Sigrid ran over to find the remains of a large battle and at the center of it was the stonehoof banner.

It wasn't long before survivors came rushing out of the burned out huts covered in soot and weeping as they clinged to the guards and Arminius.

"What happened here?" Arminius asked an elderly woman as she bawled her eyes out.

"The...the stonehooves came and they...they took everything! And your brother...HE STOLE MY DAUGHTER!!" The elder screamed with tears in her eyes.

"Which way?" Arminius asked. The elder doe pointed off in the direction of the sea. "My love, take the survivors back to clan Warborn. Men!" He ordered his warriors. "We hunt my treacherous brother and bring our clan back!"

"Be careful." Sigrid said while kissing him goodbye.

"Papa don't go..." Wiglaf said as his father held him tight.

"I'll be back my son, I promise."

Arminius led four of his best warriors on the hunt for his brother and the Stonehoof clan. It was touch and go for a bit. The snow both helped and stopped them from tracking their hunt. Soon, they had reached the sea and watched as the Stonehooves supplied their ships.

"My lord, they have my little girl," One of the warriors pointed over to where a young doe was being stripped of her clothes and was about to be laid on the ground to be used.

"Then what the fuck are we waiting for?" The warriors took out a herb and started chewing it. Soon, foam frothed at their mouths and they shared no fear of death. They were no longer men but savage beasts ready to kill and without hesitation they struck.

"Raaaargh!!!" They soon charged down the hill and laid waste to all in their path.

"GHOST WARRIORS!!"

"ARM YOURSELVES!!"

The stonehooves scrambled for their weapons as Arminius came barreling towards them like a rabid boar as he used his antlers to impale two of their warriors and sent them flying across the field.

The massacre quickly ended as soon as it began with only a few ships escaping, among them was the traitorous brother they had come to slay waving at them with a smug grin.

"Smile while you can bastard..." Arminius huffed as the effects of the herb wore off.

Once the Berserker herb wore off, the warriors helped their clan to their hooves and back to their burnt village where already, they gathered what they could scrap together and head for the Warborn clan.

"They took most of the food and weapons with them, the bastards..." One of the guards grumbled while hauling the wagon.

The blizzard got worse as they drew closer to the village and little Wiglaf's cough seemed to be getting more severe with each passing minute.

"Arminius, I think something's wrong with Wiglaf..." Sigrid said while pressing the back of her hand to his forehead.

"He's burning up, I think he has a fever!"

"We need to get back to Wulfrics village! Double time!" Arminius commanded as the clan doubled their efforts to get out of the storm.

A while later

After returning to the village, Arminius brought his people to the great hall to tell his friend of what transpired and needless to say, Wulfric was furious.

"Traitorous BASTARDS!!"

CLATTER!!

Some of the crowd flinched after he threw a chair into the wall.

"Mark my words my friend, they will pay for this in blood."

"Both of you hush!" Sigrid scolded Wulfric while tending to her child.

"Wiglaf needs his rest."

"Cough! cough! Mmmm..."

"Forgive us, my love," Arminius went over to his wife and held his child. "Don't worry, you have my strength and your mother's stubbornness. You'll be better in no time." He then pats the boy's chest "Respect and honor."

"Respect and honor," Wiglaf said in a weak tone before going into another coughing fit.

"Alright, I'll get you some soup," Arminius got up and went to get his son something to eat.

But Wiglaf was one of many victims as the elderly and young ones had grown sick from the cold weather.

"All father, please help us..." Wulfric prayed while clutching the totem around his neck.

Soon the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months and with each passing day, the surviving clan members had to bury their loved ones in the ice cold ground and it seemed like Wiglaf would be joining them.

"Arminius?" Wulfric called out to his friend who was standing at the doorway to the main hall.

"How is your boy?"

"He burns...but he's strong." Arminius said while watching his wife dab a cold rag on his head.

“I just hope the message reached them in time,” Surt said.

“Message? What message?” Arminius asked.

“I had Surt send a message with one of our best ravens,” Wulfric confessed. “It was meant to warn the pony nation, but I don’t think they would’ve lasted against Dainn.”

"One can only hope."

"My lord, your father needs you." A shieldmaid said in a somber tone as he followed her to find his father resting on his bed with his eyes closed.

"Father?" Wulfric called out quietly to his father as he knelt by his bedside.

"Son...my axe." Hjalmarr pointed to the clan axe resting above the fireplace.

"No... father you're not-" Wulfric tried to protest.

"Bring! Me! My! Axe!" Hjalmarr used the last of his strength to order for his weapon.

Reluctantly, Wulfric brought the axe over to his father and placed it on his bed before his hands were suddenly placed on it.

"Father please...you can't..." Wulfric begged as his father looked at him with a weak smile.

"My saga is at its end my son...but yours is only beginning." Hjalmarr said before taking a deep breath.

"Oh how I wish your mother was here...seeing the stag you have become....Our clan will look to you now."

"No...father..." Wulfrics tears began to shed as his father held his cheek.

"Do not feel sad my boy. I go now to Odins great hall and from there, I will watch over you always." Hjalmarr smiled while helping his son grip the axe.

"Remember what I taught you. Your clan is your family so no matter where you go, you are never alone." He then turned to Arminius with the same warm smile.

"Arminius, look after my son. He will need your help now more than ever."

"Of course, he is more of a brother to me than my own kin."

"That is all...I could ask for...farewell my son...fare...well..."

Wulfric held onto his fathers hand until he felt the last flicker of life fade from him and soon he was no longer able to hold back his tears as he clinged to his fathers body before being gently pulled back by Arminius.

"It's alright my friend. Let it out," Arminius said to Wulfric as he kept crying over the loss of his father. Just then, Sigrid burst in. "What is it?"

"It's Wiglaf! The fever is gone!" The two stags looked at the doe before rushing to follow her.

When they got to the room, Wiglaf was sitting upright. "Mom, dad."

"My boy!" Arminius ran forward and hugged his son.

"Wulfric," Sigrid came up and hugged the stag. "I'm very sorry to hear about your father's passing."

"Thank you..." Wulfric said when they suddenly began to notice the sunlight coming through the window.

"It's the sun!"

"All father be praised, warmth at last!"

Even as the villagers celebrated, Wulfric felt only rage in his heart even after walking out to see the ice melting away.

"....prepare my fathers funeral pyre." He ordered the guards that followed him.

"And begin preparations for a long voyage. We sail to Equestria."

An Hour Later

A single ship, piled with treasure and a stack of stakes made into a pyre, sailed in front of a massive fleet of battle-ready ships. On that lead ship, laid to rest the body of the chief of the Warborn clan, dressed in his armor and holding his weapon.

On the ship behind it, Wulfric sailed in his armor, holding a bow with a flaming arrow knocked in its string. He soon took aim and fired the arrow right onto the pyre. Soon, a flaming arrow from each ship fired onto the ship, setting it ablaze.

As the ship was engulfed in flame and started to sink, the fleet kept going on the warpath toward Equis. To destroy the Stonehooves and right a terrible wrong.

A Pegasus stallion clad in armor ran with a mare through the forest. Smoke billowed in the air from whence they came as they kept running through the trees.

“This way, your majesty, quick!” The stallion said.

The mare was dressed in a dark blue skirt, white button up blouse, and a magenta sweater vest. Her fur was light purple like her eyes, her mane and tail were dark navy blue with a two-toned pink streak. The mare also had a horn on her head and pretty wings on her back, signifying her alicorn race. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the armored stallion held her hand and refused to let go. The mare suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, making the stallion stop and go back to her.

“Princess Twilight! Are you okay?!” The stallion asked.

“Why…” Twilight whimpered. “Why did this happen…Flash?”

The stallion called Flash Sentry frowned and looked back where the smoke trails raised in the sky.

“Those…monsters. They destroyed everything!” Twilight cried, banging her fist in the dirt.

“I know, your majesty, I know, but we have to keep moving,” Flash said. “I promised your brother I’d protect you! I swore on my life!”

"But my friends! We can't just-" Twilight argued as Flash pulled her back and forced her to look at him.

"TWILIGHT!" He shouted.

"They gave you time to escape, if you go back their sacrifice will be for nothing!"

Twilight wanted to protest, but she knew she was right. Everything fell apart so quickly, despite their attempts to prepare for the arrival of this enemy. The message sent by the raven from the north failed to mention just how merciless these Stonehooves could be.

“Where can we go…?” Twilight said. “What can we do? Celestia, Luna…they’ve both been taken prisoner. I just don’t understand how!”

“We can’t dwell on that right now, Twilight,” Flash said as he helped her up. “All we can do now is get out of Equestria. We have to make it to the border to Yakyakistan. I have a friend who lives there, he’ll provide a place to stay.”

Suddenly, they heard the sound of distant voices and barking hounds closing in.

"They have our scent, come on!" Flash said in a hushed voice as he lead her through the forest until coming to a boat hidden under a tarp and some leaves.

"Just as Celestia said." Flash smiled as he pushed the boat into the river.

"This way princess, hurry."

"THERE THEY ARE!!" A stag shouted after spotting them from the slope above the river.

“Flash!” Twilight yelled when Flash turned around and gripped his sword as the boat was carried away by the rushing water.

“KEEP MOVING, TWILIGHT! DON’T LOOK BACK!” Flash screamed and turned around. “YOU WANT HER?! YOU’LL HAVE TO KILL ME FIRST, YOU SICK BASTARDS!”

"No! NO FLASH!!" Twilight screamed as he turned back to her with a smile.

All Twilight could do was watch as Flash was overwhelmed and taken prisoner by the stonehooves and traitor stallions as the river carried her downstream.

Twilight curled up in the boat and cried. She cried and cried as the memories overwhelmed her. She felt so powerless as her friends, her mentor, and now her own protector were taken from her. The day soon turned to night as Twilight kept huddled in the boat. She didn’t know how long she was carried down the stream, but at least she was far away from the Stonehooves. Twilight’s tears kept streaming down her cheeks and dared not lift her head up from the confines of the boat as she then drifted off to sleep. Just as the day began to rise again, she felt the boat land on shore. Twilight was awoken from her slumber. The mare slowly raised her head to see that she was in an entirely new area. Patches of snow within the trees spread around and she rubbed her arms to try to keep warm.

“Pony princess?”

The sudden gruff voice startled Twilight and she hid back in the boat. After a few minutes, Twilight poked her head out again to see a few cloaked yaks standing beside her boat.

“Yaks get soldier pony message,” one of the yaks said, holding up a small note. “Yak sorry for what happened to pony home.”

"Thank you..." Twilight sniffled as they brought her a warm blanket and took her to see prince Rutherford.

As she was lead through the city, she noticed many of the residence were up in arms as if expecting an attack while others began to close up shop and board their homes.

"Is something happening?" She asked one of the soldiers escorting her.

"Stag come with message from king of invaders. Say we join them or be slaves-BAH! Yaks bow to none but Prince Rutherford!"

End.