Lunar Guard Chronicles

Scene 1: Raven Crowe stood in her jet-black armor and held her sword and her spear after the conflict.

I stood over a slain foe; I had severed his arms, and blood flowed like a river. My spear was still embedded into his torso, dead center of his diaphragm. His comrade lay just to my left, trying to stand; since I stood just a little in front of him, my boot spur dug into his face as my long sword pierced his damned skull. My soldiers, the 101st Infantry Division were the best in breaching walls and the like.

I write this mission down to remember who fell that day, I lost four friends that I had trained with. I myself can regenerate my health and heal my own wounds and cursed to be immortal. I am half threstral and half Earth pony. My four comrades were of the Pegasi race. I had to watch them fall from the sky like pincushions onto the ramparts. I could hear their screams as they were being hacked to death with my daggers and dull hatchets. On the Ramparts behind me above the portcullis fell Storm Cloud. Storm Cloud was always looking at the silver lining but he was brave and willing to lay his life down; I'll miss seeing his light gray figure in formations. The second fell on the left side guard tower of the main gate; that is where Sunrise fell, and from where I stood, I helplessly watched her die as one of her severed wings was tossed like rubbage to the ground below. Sunrise, her yellowish fur,, and her infectious laugh will be missed over the holidays. The third was known as Stonewall, a fortress of strength and speed, and he never would yield in a fight, not even in training. I had learned to trust him with my problems. Finally, There was a Whirlwind. He was fast and level-headed; I saw him crash to his death with arrows in his wings as he dived to try to save Sunrise.

I looked at my troops, and I gave the order, which I knew Luna would punish me for. "Kill the all take no prisoners! Burn the city. Kill every man, woman,n, and child and anything that breathes!" My name is an omen of impending doom, and it sure as hell fits! The first house I now entered held an elderly couple with two grandkids. Setting my sword ablaze, I butchered the old man, the old woman,, and the two little kids. I now am ashamed to say I brutally killed them with my boot spurs. Somewhere I hear Luna trying to regain control over my orders. The second house held a crippled girl and a young lad. The lad I cut in two, and with my spear, I used to skew the girl and shove her into a bread oven and hold her in there, listening to her screams.

This immortality and regenerative power gives me the curse to relive my sins...

I almost regret saying I have remorse for my crimes, etcetera. However, I have no remorse, and I guess all the years I've killed have taken their toll. I'll continue describing this battle. Our forces pushed the enemy all the way back to the second wall; the distance between the first gate and the second gate was about four miles in total. We fell back out of range of the archers and potential artillery and set up a base camp. Night fell, and I patrolled the area. I had left my spear with the Smith for repairs, and I had just my long sword.

I came across a wounded foe who was still attempting to crawl to his comrades for medical aid. Sheathing my sword I drew my dagger and rolled him over. He was a poor archer with no armor or chain mail...I looked over his light frame and then plunged my dagger into his body. I began to cut him open and filet him. His screams filled the night air, and once I was bored, I transformed my terrestrial body into the animal of my namesake - a raven and flew into the night sky. The soldier's bloody mass still writhed in agony, and I looked for a torch to burn the corpse; I didn't find a torch, so I landed again, and whilst in my raven form, I pecked inside of him and tore his intrils apart.

I theory as a a threstral I should be able to transfigure into a bat but not so with me. The battle ended, and I suppose I forgot to mention who we were fighting; we were fighting the Saddle Arabians. Those bastards never saw me coming the night the battle and war ended.

We made it past the second gate of four, and we had set up a base. As the soldiers slept or patrolled, I flew into the third gate and watched the foe patrolling or sleeping. I had left my spear behind to travel lighter and also forewent the helmet I normally wear for greater visibility.

I cast my gaze upon the guard house and then toward a small watch fire down below between gates three and four. I flew down and transfigured back into my human form and began a fucking blood bath. Both of me gripped my long sword, and I severed warriors half through their plate armor. I often used a single break someone's neck by pulling back in their heads, snapping their necks, and leaving a head or two rolling. The civilians caught between gates three and four panicked and I assumed they recognized my brutality from prior days and weeks. I did things that, if I were brought before a war council, would cause an immediate execution.

I had a few weeks ago stumbled upon a warrior with his family trying to get them to safety. The man tried shield the infant he held but I spun him around and butchered the infant before I thrust my sword up to the hilt into his torso. His family met an equal fate that day too.

I cleared the third ring and hit the fourth and final gate. on the walls, I found pitch and oil, and I began to tip the barrels of burnable fluids and lit them on fire. the souls below began to panic as they were all mostly the sick and wounded and I watched them burn alive. As a threstral, I was gifted and strength and speed, that is how I managed to clear the third gate and guard area in short order.

I killed everyone and everything that breathed. I am now walking in the palace and a few guards attacked me but I slew them easy enough. I found the Saddle Arabian king asleep due to high fever. I chained him to the bed and I woke him and told him what I had done to his queen and his concubines. As proof I poured out a satchel I acquired in the concubine palace and dumped out every single heart that was inside. Drawing my dagger I cut out his tongue then I proceeded to cut him open and cut his intrils out.

This barbaric method of mine usually involved lemon juice and salt for sanitation purposes and to inflict pain. When the man died I went to open the other gates. It's morning now and my troops and my officers and my princesses looked at the horror and carnage I left in my wake, Luna and Celestia looked traumatized and Twilight Sparkle collapsed and trying to comprehend this level of brutality. Cadence I recall began to vomit as her foot became implanted in one of my dissected corpses. My trial came and gone and I got reduced to castle duties and was eventually discharged and now I run rogue.