Diary of an Unknown War

by The_Lord_of_Admirals

Rating: teen
Tags: Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Sex, Human, Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, Main 7 (EqG), Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Original Character, Equestria Girls
Length: 2973

A pony, a girl, and a book can alter the world. Now, how can one girl's lost life, forgotten to all but her book's pages of history, change a pony's life?

A girl lost to the world beyond the mirror, her life unknown to all and her name remembered by only one.

A pony wandering amongst her books, a national hero and friend to many.

Both their lives will be tied together by a single book thought long since lost to time. Drawn in by tales of heroism and valor, of hatred and evil; the acts of great heroes and monsters. And at the centre of all of it? One girl, a name strangely familiar yet wholly foreign to her:

Sunset Shimmer.

A complete re-make of 'A New Arrivial, remade with a new focus, an entirely different story style, and the experience I've gotten from my other stories.

Tags may change as chapters progress.

Published 2023-12-26 07:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-04-09 20:28:37 UTC

A mystery among the shelves

“Hey Twilight, look at this.” Spike called from between one of the towering bookshelves in the castle’s library.

“What is it, Spike?” Twilight asked, putting her transmutation book back on the shelf with her magic as she stood. Combing through the rows of books for her dragon assistant, she found him standing on a stool, an old dusty book in hand.

An old, dusty, glowing book.

Taking the book out of his claws with her magic, she brought it closer to her to investigate it. It was an old hard-board book, bound with strips of something she couldn’t identify. An old and faded two-tone gemstone sun adorned its cover, though it was long since cracked with parts of it missing. Slowly opening the book, its pages crackling as they peeled apart, revealing the miraculously preserved writings within.

It was a diary, apparently belonging to somepony named Sunset Shimmer. The pages were full of recollections of her daily events and schooling, though they slowly took a turn; slowly they turned from happy writings of lessons and garden visits, and became scornful remarks about “Her”, and how “She” is keeping her from her potential. Still Twilight read on as the pages became more and more full of hatred and vitriol, until they just stopped.

Gone were the hate filled comments, taking their place were pleas; pleas for help, for “Her” to answer her.

‘Why am I even writing these?’

‘It’s not like you’re ever going to read these, you never did before.’

The entries continued on for a few more pages, nothing but scorn for whoever was supposed to read these.

‘Please, just answer me. For once.

‘Please.’

That was the last entry for a while, page after page was just blank, or stained with something. Twilight was left thinking who this was meant for, and how it wound up in her library, as she slowly turned the old, stiff pages, until she found a new entry. A page stained with blacks and reds, and covered in harsh, jagged letters, rife with mistakes.

Major Sunset Shimmer
2nd Shock Division, 33rd Platoon. D(emon) Squad
District Commander
Canterlot

I know noones going to read this. And I know You arent reading this, you never read any of the others. Why change now.

But I need to write this down, Im starting to forget shit. Maybe somebody will actualy read this and get something from me, maybe they wont repeat the shit that I had to deal with.

I got my hands dirty, I took their eye for mine. Maybe now you can keep the world clean.

Ill tell you my tale, if you care to read it. May as well start from the begining. It doesnt matter when it was. Not like I remember anyway.

They found me in ruins of the Alpha exclusion zone, Id been living on my own there for weeks already, they sent somone to check when they saw smoke. And I landed myself in the hosptal for a few weeks from the shit I ate trying to survive. When I recovered I decided to enlist.

Well, more like I didnt have any choice. I didnt exist anywhere on this damn planet, and they offered citizenship trough service. So I signed my name, got a room and was put to work after I recovered. I didnt think it would be too bad. Id seen the guard training after all.

How fucking wrong I was.

Ysee, I had joined the Marines. The shit they put me trough make anything the guard did look like a milk run. While the Army fucks were doing 10K jogs, we were doing 20K runs. Their recruits were getting paced training in nice fields, and I got trown off a heli and trugded through mud up to my ass. They put me through hell day in and day out, but I endured it all. And I did good, got better, faster, stronger from it.

Little did I know, they threw my ass into the Raiders. Some punishment for people of my status.

I skiped the whole Private thing and entered the ranks a Corporal, getting my own squad of dumbassess to keep alive. And I put them through hell to get them up to my pace. 3 weeks of transfers and bitchin, and I had my squad of hardassed nutjobs finally capable of matching me.

Me, Aj, ~~Pinky~~ Pinkie, and Gilda were among the best of the FNGs. Setting records and climbing ranks. I made Sargeant in a year. And the shit kept pilling on.

That was where the entry left off, leaving Twilight to stare at the page with only more questions than she started with. Why were her friend’s names in this random old book she found? What could this mean about… about anything and everything? Did this mean that her friends transcended dimensions?

Did she? Was anything really real?

Was this all just in somepony’s imagination?

And will somepony please stop ringing that bell in her head?

…

Thank you.

Turning her attention back to the journal in front of her, Twilight started slowly flicking through the pages. Page after page of simple exercise and training descriptions, complaints of terrible food and new words for this “Platoon Commander”. Whoever that was. And it was all still rife with errors. Nothing but day after day, week after week of her daily routines, training her squad, complaining about food, equipment, and her leadership.

Countless times Twilight had to backtrack and re-read words and even entire paragraphs because of the misspellings and poor grammar. Until she found something different.

On the page in front of her wasn’t just another description of the same as before. It was her first mission.

It took up two entire pages as Twilight read it, enthralled by what was put to page, she read as Sunset and her team raided a house. Then stifled a gasp, nearly letting the book fall from her magic at the description of one of Sunset’s allies getting torn apart by an ambush. Twilight couldn’t look away from the page as she read about Sunset tearing the ambushers apart, horrified by what she was reading, but completely unable to look away.

Days and weeks went by as she flipped through the pages, describing Sunset’s journey from a simple soldier with only three under her command, as she climbed the ranks to Sergeant as she led her squad through “training” so harsh that would make even Tartarus be a vacation. Page after page was filled with descriptions of their training, of spars so intense they sent them to the hospital, of mission after mission as Sunset volunteered them for anything she could.

Turning to the next page, Twilight paused at the header.

“The Fall of Jackson.

If you made it this far, I may as well start putting some effort into this shit. It’s hard to write properly when you’re missing some rather important fingers.”

Page after page was dedicated to the Fall. From Sunset and her squad’s rushed deployment into the mega-city, to the block to block fighting with the Insurgents. Twilight read about a running battle across a massive highway, ‘firefights’ through towering skyscrapers; a chase through an underground railway, she read at the edge of her seat at the description of trains racing past them as they fought through the tunnels.

She gasped as she read about the Insurgents setting off a bomb, reading about those same towering buildings falling in on themselves; and of their restrictions being lifted. She nearly puked at the description of one of these ‘shotguns’ turning somepony into paste, but she stuck to it, skimming through the pages of horrifically descriptive violence as both sides only escalated.

Twilight’s breath hitched as she turned the page, slowly reading about the flying cannons that they called in to deal with the Insurgents; flattening ruins and levelling buildings, these spectres and angels were relentless in their hunting. She thought it couldn’t get worse, until she turned the page; and paled at the headline.

‘The death of a city.’

Twilight could barely believe her eyes as she read what happened, read of them setting off a bomb; a kind she had never heard of, not even in the ancient of ancient archives; something Sunset called a ‘Bio-bomb’. She didn’t know what it was, but the sheer description from Sunset was enough to make her sick. Scenes of thick green gas rolling through the streets, ponies rotting alive, and the screams of the dying ran through her head; one in particular stuck in her mind.

The description of Sunset as she watched one of their cats get enveloped by the gas.

‘The attack was fast and unexpected, a thousand already dead, and hundreds more soon to join them. Nobody could’ve seen this coming, no one could’ve expected them to be so suicidal to do this. Screams filled my comms, and nothing for us to do three hundred feet in the air but watch. And watch we did; as men died by the dozen below us, as gunfire rang out through the city. Nothing but a small mercy for the dead.

One such scene in particular stands out to me, a Leopard and its infantry caught in the cloud. There was nothing the crew could do but listen to their platoon die around them, one of the lucky tanks to be running sealed when the blast hit. Heh, lucky, bet they don’t feel like it.

I watched them through my thermals as they sat there for a minute, unable to comprehend what just happened around them. But then they acted, and while an act I can commend them for, it was one I would’ve dismissed them for; they fired.’

Twilight gasped again as she read the next part, face turning green as her stomach churned.

‘I watched as they racked their machine guns across their infantry as they writhed on the ground, the remote gun and their coax chattering as they turned and ran. We found them ten blocks away, having crashed into a store.

I still sometimes hear the sounds of them running over their infantry when I close my eyes.’

Twilight couldn’t take anymore, dropping the book, it clattered onto the table as she turned and puked her guts out onto the floor.

That was enough for today, Twilight decided, shoving the book away and standing up, idly magicing away her puke she started up the stairs. “I’m going to go lay down Spike.”

Unbeknownst to either of them, the book had flipped to a new page, and the glowing text that had appeared on it.

‘So, someone’s reading this, I can see you.

Now, who are you?’

Author's Note

Well, it's been like a year and a half since my last chapter on this site, but I'm back. Here's the start of my newest work, a full re-make from the ground up with an entirely new story plan made for it.

I hope you enjoy it.

New Boots

Author's Note

So, been a while. Sorry about that.

You may have noticed the Sex tag got added, this chapter was why; purely innuendoes, implications, and crude jokes. Sunset is a Marine after all, and she is not afraid to use her new vocabulary.

New Boots

It was days before Twilight could manage looking at the book again, let alone read it; but she just had to know what happened next. And so here she was, sitting at her table peeling the book open again, she skimmed past the ‘Fall’ not feeling like she’d be able to stand reading the rest of it. Glancing over a page Twilight nearly skipped it but paused, slowly re-reading over it.

‘With Aj and Gilda down for the count we’ve had to get some new faces to fill in. Some extra pairs of grunts made us eight strong now, and we were officially commissioned as Baker squad, 52nd Infantry, 3rd company.

The Ajax Reserves.

They sent us into a fucking Reserve battalion.

After all of the shit we went through in Jackson, and we’re being dumped in a third rate battalion. And not even a Marine one, they dumped us into a damn Army kindergarten.

Whatever, we’re stuck here now, may as well get these fucks up to par.’

Twilight didn’t quite know what a reserve battalion was, though she was able to make a good guess at what it was. This Ajax must be important to have such a large formation named after them. She also considered reading back to find out what happened to Applejack, but then decided that she wouldn’t be able to stomach it again. So she ignored it and read on, flipping through pages of some of the most extreme “training” she’d ever seen.

Days passed in the flick of a page, all just more of the same; just training, training, training. Twilight read over shooting practice, races, fights, and other competitions. She read as they got a new FNG, somepony called Trixie Lulamoon. And why did that name sound so familiar to her?

‘The kid was fresh outta school, still had that new brat smell. Barely made it through the door before Pinks named her “Showgirl”.

God how she hated that name back then, told her to suck it up and it was either that or “Pornstar”. She stopped her complaining real quick, not that the brass would ever let me officially call her that.

Heh, just like the brass didn’t let the 8th name one of their tanks “Anal Devastation”. Don’t believe me? Just ask them what the big “AD’s” on the sides of “Able Dog” really means. Or the “BD”.

Fuck, the one thing I truely miss about those days were all the jokes and random shit we all got up to, once I started making a name for myself climbing the ranks, getting missions done, and claiming more kills people just stopped treating me like one of them. They were always rigid and on edge, like they expected me to bite their heads off if they joked about the “Molten Copper Enemea”, or laughing about the guy who fell in the latrine last week and still smells of it; hell I even caught a Major flinching when I walked into a room once. Was clear I terrified them.

I miss those days when I was just one of the Leathernecks and even the butt of a few jokes, nowadays only my squad and my aunt crack jokes with me.

But that’s a different story.’

Finishing the page Twilight grimaced at some of the names used, she also didn’t know why anypony would use molten copper for… that, and she didn’t want to either. Though she could somewhat relate to her, ponies had begun acting rather strange around her since the Solstice.

‘We took in the rest of 3rd company to break them from their tenderfoot ways and make them into effective combat units, it was long and hard work, but already we were building a reputation that got these useless fucks motivated to keep up and make something of themselves.

I actually requested some cadets from Five company to join 3rd, it was a surprise for the others, my personally requesting some new kids from a Youth Guard company; but I saw something in them, and they proved to be worth the hassle and then some. They became part of our squad, Fireteam Cerberus, the triple terrors. They were good kids.

And holy fuck, can AJ’s sister throw down. I saw that kid throw a grown ass man halfway across the field. I made a good choice bringing them in.

I just wish it didn’t end how it did for them.’

Well, Twilight thought, that’s not ominous. No no, not ominous at all.

Turning the page she paused, confused; for the next few pages were just… trashed. Covered in more black and red blotches, and layers of letters written over each other. There were some things she could pick out from the jumbled mess, but they were all just half words and meaningless gibberish. She tried to understand anything from the mess, her efforts were wasted though, trying to decipher it was useless.

She flipped through the pages until she found another readable one, and paused again as she found another name she swore she recognized on it.

‘Couple months in we got a new transfer to the 52nd, one Candidate Rainbow Blitz. A Wingdiver reject who got his ass sent here for me to beat some discipline and skill into. Was immediately called everything from “Cotton Candy” to “Skittles” because of his baffling hair colour, he had natural rainbow coloured hair. According to Pinkie he changed his name after Canterlot, wouldn’t tell me what it was before and it wasn’t on any paperwork either.

I managed to get a Diver harness sent in to train him with, and I have to admit, he’s pretty good. Undisciplined and cocky as all hell, but good.

‘Course, his attitude only got worse when he got told that. People started calling him “Maverick”, because someone was going to get killed because of him showing off; he took the name as a compliment, ‘cause Mav’s such a badass.

The fucking idiot. I’ve got something planned to deal with that attitude problem of his.’

Again with the ominous lines.

“Hey, Twilight.” Spike called as he walked into the library, a scroll held in his claw. “Princess Celestia wants us in the throne room, said she had something for us.”

“Alright Spike, just let me put this away.” Twilight told him as she stood, deciding on the spot to take the book with her; dropping it off in her room before they headed to the throne room.