In the Royal Canterlot Hospital, six rooms had been closed away from the public. Rumors spread about these like wildfire, as the hospital, a normally public entity, was being reserved from none other than the Princess. Inside these six rooms, six very special ponies were recovering. These were not your average 'special' ponies, these were six of the most well-known names in the history of the land of Equestria. These were the Six generals of the Harmony War.

One pony began to stir, his body finally waking up from his slumber. He groggily arose, and as quickly as he could, stood back up to his hooves. He stumbled away from his bed, and reached the door on unsteady hooves. He shoved it open, nearly tripping over his own hooves, but caught himself as the door swung outwards. He raised his head, and blinked his eyes once to clear them. They finally refocused, and the pony, led by his old, honed instincts, began to walk. He hit a pair of doors, and as he passed through them, he found what he was looking for.

He stepped over to the corner, where a twisted, curling spear lay. The pegasus flicked the staff over his body with his wing, and caught it between them, resting his wings up around the spear. He walked off again, following his sense of direction.

Not very much time passed before he heard the clashing of blades. Hurrying his pace, his trot turned to a canter and canter to a gallop. Relishing the feel of wind against his long-frozen skin, he charged towards the sounds of an army drilling.

He blew through a pair of doors, entering a large courtyard. He hurtled towards a downwards flight of stairs, and kicked off the metal railing. His wings flared, and his spear flipped around him. Catching the spear in mid-jump, he landed on his forward right shoulder and tucked into a roll, coming up ready to move again.

No sound came from the parade grounds, eyes all glued to him. One pony, apparently some sort of officer, approached him.

"Who are you, civilian, and what are you doing here? These are restricted grounds, and you need to leave. Now." The officer spoke, his tone warning the pegasus to leave.

"Civilian? I'm a general. Ever heard of Guthan?" The pegasus seemed to be amused by the officer.

"Hah, you mean the pegasus from the little foals' tale? You still must leave, sir, before I have you escorted out." The officer was nearly about to laugh.

An eyebrow raised at this. "Is that what we are now? A little foals' tale? Tell me, sir, how long has it been since the Harmony War?"

"Sir, every colt knows that. It's been nearly eleven hundred years." He turned to the side, eyeing a quartet of guards. "You four, please escort this pegasus out of here. Sir, we are going to have to make you leave now."

He seemed not to notice the twisted spear on the pegasus's back, nor the tense stance he held himself in. A pair of hooves reached out for him, from the four newcomers.

He moved.

The pegasus ducked and spun to his left, his wing pushing one guard away and the other pushing the spear out from his back. He spun it around his head, and with a solid twack, he slammed it against the helmeted head of one of the rookies. Jumping up from the ground, he kicked off the chest of another, lifting his spear with him. He planted the head in the ground, and spun around it, using the momentum from the kick. He swung around, slamming his bare hoof into the cheek of another guard, and then landed back on the ground. He popped the spear-head out of the ground and flicked the shaft with his wing, and the stave was sent crashing into the last rookie. Catching the back of the spear with his wing, he pulled it back to its place over his shoulders, and he stopped moving, standing once again in rest position. A red haze seemed to hang around him as it was sucked into his body.

The entirety of the crowd stood, stunned, as some pegasus with a spear incapacitated four of the most well trained troops on the face of the planet without even letting one try and get off a hit.

"Now officer, I kindly request that you call off your guards before I'm forced to actually hurt one of them. I could order you to do so, but I have a feeling you will just continue with this insubordination." The spear-wielding pegasus spoke, formally and clearly but tinged with amusement, to the officer standing in front of him. "I love my spear to death, but I hate it when I have to shed blood needlessly."

Author's Note

I'm going to do a single chapter featuring each one by themselves in a fight, and then start the war. Savvy?

http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/The_Fall_of_Six the actual brothers.

Also, sorry for the hiatus, it will stay until I find this story taking the majority of my attention. I felt like writing, so I did. If the fancy comes again, I shall follow it.
Also, sorry for the short chapter.