Chapters Silence before the storm, that is the saying. But in this case, the storm had come and went, and now it was silent once more. General Romulus Invicta stood on a stage, watching as his enemy of the last three years came walking towards him. He was alone, walking the path his legionnaires had cleared for him, allowing him to walk towards Romulus unhindered.
No pony spoke, or cheered, over 50.000 ponies stood in complete silence, almost motionless as their heads only turned to watch the tall minotaur walk past them. His heavy steps, and the slight clanging of his armor was the only thing that broke that silence.
Romulus would have smiled with pride at his soldiers discipline, but he would not allow it now. There would be time for praising words, but not before it had ended, before it had really ended.
For eight long years, Romulus had fought in the unknown west, finding new allies, and new enemies. This one had been his toughest foe yet, and now after one last battle, the war had finally been decided. The west would at long last be at peace, and become stable.
Romulus had to admire the minotaur war chief. Even now in defeat, he held his head high, and walked alone to his camp, into the belly of the beast. Romulus didn't fear him coming this close, despite how large a minotaur was compared to a simple earth pony like himself.
They both knew at this point, even if he would dare to strike him down, it wouldn't change the outcome. Romulus had won the final battle, and now there was only one thing left to do.
A few final steps, and the minotaur came to a full stop only a few meters from the stage on which Romulus stood. There was a moment then, the two of them locked eyes. Both of them had seen many battles, seen glory, and death. Right now, at this moment, they were not Pony, or Minotaur, but just two warriors. A silent agreement passed between them, one that did not need to be spoken.
Instead, the chieftain reached his large hand behind his back, and pulled out the massive two bladed greataxe. His hands clenched the long hilt of it once or twice, until he tossed it to the ground in front of the stage. Then slowly, he got to his knees, his head lowered slightly, but his eyes never left Romulus's.
Two legionaries stepped up to the minotaur, and started to remove his helmet and armor, stripping him down to his tunic. One of Romulus's officers on stage took a step forward, and spoke loudly.
"Before you, Iron Horn, son of Iron Bull! Chief of the tribe of the Iron Hills! Commander of the rebel army of the west! King of all the Minotaurs! What will you have of him?" His officer couldn't help but smirk, as he stepped back, allowing Romulus to take focus again.
It was as if all the legions gathered held their breath. Romulus didn't speak, instead he gave an almost invisible nod to his standard-bearer behind him. The unicorn stepped forward, holding a large pole, with a flag, and on top, a golden pony. Using his magic, the standard-bearer lowered the standard so the golden pony was at eye level with the chieftain, now stripped of his armor.
For a moment nothing happened. Iron Horn looked at the standard, then glanced up at Romulus. Romulus just raised his eyebrow expectantly, and in that moment, the standard-bearer pushed the standard just a few inches closer to Iron Horn. Hesitating for just a short moment, Iron horn lowered his head, and placed a small kiss on top of the golden pony.
As soon as he did, a centurion drew his sword and held it high. "ROMULUS!!" He called. On cue, all the centurions and soldiers drew their weapons, held them high, or banged them against their large shields, cheering Romulus' name, as the centurion kept calling.
"Romulus! Romulus! Romulus!"
Author's Note
Yeah, I'm in a Roman mood. :)
19th of the Snow Moon, 877 CE.
It had been a hectic few weeks ever since Romulus's victory against the Minotaur rebellion. Even now they were still recovering, taking care of their wounded, and getting their many captives settled. Romulus had been organizing his legions throughout the west, making sure to have them garrison strategically located forts.
Roads and supply lines had to be reestablished, after the long siege in the Iron Hills. Everything did however seem to come into place, except for one annoyance.
Romulus sighed, as he looked away from his personal correspondence to a tiny pile of letters that had been sent to him directly from Canterlot. They carried the royal seal, which meant they were being sent directly from the Princesses. Or perhaps he should say the newest Princess, Twilight Sparkle.
His lips curled into an annoyed snarl. He had heard much about this personal student of Princess Celestia. The element of magic, and now an Alicorn. Her feats were surely impressive, he wouldn't deny her that. But the content of those letters did nothing but annoy him.
The latest one was yet another letter asking him to withdraw his legions from the west, and come back as a normal civilian. So far, they had been more requests than actual orders, so he could legally ignore them, and sent letters back explaining why he could not do so.
He hadn't spent eight years away from Equestria, fighting to bring peace to the west, and making many new allies to just abandon all he had accomplished, and those who now relied on him!
True enough, he had gone beyond his original mandate, and he had raised legions using the spoils he had gained from his many victories. Nothing that was strictly speaking illegal, but he knew they drew a lot of frowns from Canterlot. The only reason Princess Celestia and Luna hadn't directly commanded him to stop, was probably thanks to all his success.
But now that the war was over, Romulus had little doubt that was about to change...
Romulus was brought out of his thoughts as he heard the flaps of his large command tent being pushed aside, and in trotted one of his legates. He was a pegasus stallion with an almost constant smug expression about him. Skystrike was his name, and he had quickly earned the admiration of the legion.
Romulus liked him, true, he was a bit rash at times, but a good soldier, and somepony he knew he could count on. Skystrike trotted up to Romulus desk, and saluted by pounding his hoof to his chest.
Romulus inclined his head, and let out a sigh. "How are the preparations coming along?" Romulus asked, returning his gaze to the many reports in front of him.
"Well enough," Skystrike answered lightly, trotting over to one of the tables and pouring himself a cup of wine. "The 12th and 13th should be able to move closer east and ride out the winter better."
Romulus nodded. "Good... We'll have to burn the camps when we leave." He said, and turned to another report. "I don't want any would be rebel leaders using them against us."
Skystrike gave a nod and sipped on the wine. "Mm, good thinking." He said, and took a moment to savor the taste. "You really think anyone else will dare after Iron Horn?"
"I do. The minotaurs are proud, and if they sense weakness, or as much as a chance, they will take it. Even if it would be pure suicide at this point." Romulus replied without looking up. "Until the west is fully tamed, I don't want to leave it to chance. Even with our new allies."
"Ah, speaking of." Skystrike nodded, taking a bite out of an apple as he trotted to a seat and let himself plop down. "You really think the Princesses will honor the promises you made to them? Even if they agree, the council will have to give their consent too." He reminded Romulus, and took another bite out of the apple.
"Of course they will." Romulus assured his legate, finally taking his eyes off the reports and leaned back in his chair. "We have gained some good connections out here. It would be foolish not to recognize them as official allies, and recognize their new sovereign territories."
Skystrike's smile faded a little, his expression growing more serious. "You know it won't be that simple." He said, putting the apple side, and looked at his general. "You've heard the rumors about Princesses, haven't you?"
Romulus let out a sigh. "You mean the rumors about them retiring?"
Skystrike gave a nod. "And leave the throne to Princess Sparkle alone. If that is to happen when you return to Equestria..." He hesitated for a moment. "Well, you know she is against everything we have done here."
Romulus let out an annoyed grunt. "I was commissioned to fight the Minotaurs, and assist the deer tribes beyond the river to the west of our border."
"But then we kept marching west, and you raised seven legions on your own." Skystrike reminded his general. "Look, general. I'm just saying what Princess Twilight will probably say. Not to mention you don't exactly have a lot of friends in the council. I've heard talks about Prince Blueblood campaigning to have you stripped of your command, and brought back to Equestria to face trial."
Romulus sighed. He knew Blueblood well. He was as spoiled as he was cunning. Romulus too had heard from his friends in Canterlot, that Blueblood was making a show of accusing him of all sorts of things to any pony who would listen. The political scale could turn against him if this kept up.
"Still," Romulus said, letting out a tired sigh. "We cannot abandon the western region, not now. Not after everything we have done to get this far. Not after all those we have lost. Princess Sparkle will just have to deal with it." He leaned forward again, and started to write a letter.
Skystrike watched him for a moment, then nodded. "As you say." He stood, saluted, and turned to leave.
"I want the 13th to start marching at dawn. The 12th the day after." Romulus said before Skystrike left.
Skystrike was surprised by the order, but gave a nod. "Understood," he replied, then left the tent.
11th of the Maple Moon, 877 CE.
It wasn't without a big smile that Romulus stepped out of his command tent. .The two guards on each side of the entrance snapped to attention, but Romulus didn't eye them. It was coming down hard, the rain drumming on the many tents in the massive camp, and puddles creating some mud on the unprotected paths of the camp.
But none of that caught Romulus's attention, as he just looked at a cloaked stallion trotting up to him, smiling up at him as he got closer. "What charming weather you have in the west!" The stallion said as he came close enough to be embraced by Romulus.
"Ah, good to see you again, Valor." Romulus said as the stallion embraced him as well. His tunic got a little soaked, but nothing that wouldn't dry quickly. "Come inside and dry yourself. You must be hungry after the journey."
The two stallions turned and made their way inside the tent. As they did so, Valor removed the hood of his cloak, and let out an impressed whistle as he looked around at the large tent. "Impressive, it's almost like a prober home." A servant trotted over and helped Valor take off the cloak, revealing his wings.
"It has been my home for eight years." Romulus chuckled, trotting up with a cup of mulled wine. "Here, this should warm you up." Valor smiled, and eagerly accepted the cup. "Now come and eat, and tell me what news you bring me."
A servant had prepared a table with bread, fruit, and other simple but tasty dishes. The two sat down, and Valor took a long sip of his drink before putting it aside. "Ahhh, that hit the spot..." He said, and his feathers ruffled slightly as he pleasantly felt the warmth spread through his body. "That reminds me, congratulations on your victory. Your name has been cheered in Equestria for weeks now."
Romulus smiled. "That's gratifying to hear at least..."
Valor nodded. "Indeed, I'm sure you've already heard about the rumblings in Canterlot."
"About stripping me of my command?" Romulus asked, then nodded. "Yes, I've heard our newly crowned Princess hasn't been too happy with me."
Valor sighed. "She hasn't exactly hidden those feelings. She feels the war could have been solved diplomatically."
That made Romulus snort. "She does? Well, she is certainly welcome to try next time. Until then, she can thank me for containing the conflict in the west, and do it without the funding of the crown."
Valor eyed his old friend. "You raised seven legions on your own, Romulus. You marched deeper into the unknown west without express orders from the Princesses. There is an argument to be made that you went far beyond your mandate, and led a war of aggression and expansion."
Romulus bit down on a loaf of bread, chewing for a few moments. It was hard to argue with those points, but Romulus knew it had to be done. He swallowed and looked back at Valor. "The Princesses could have recalled me, or ordered me to stop from raising those legions. But they didn't."
"And that is the point you must hammer home." Valor pressed. "If Princess Sparkle puts you on trial, then-"
"Trial?" Romulus snorted. "On trial for what?"
"Illegal warfare for a start," Valor frowned. Romulus shook his head, taking another bite of his bread. "Listen, your command was extended four years ago," Valor continued. "In six months, your command expires, and you will be replaced."
Romulus raised an eyebrow. "Yes, and?"
"I've heard rumors that Princess Sparkle wants to push for your command to end earlier than that, and have you recalled to Canterlot."
"Are you kidding me?" Romulus asked, his eyes widening a little. "Why would she do that? There is still so much that needs to be done here."
Valor shook his head. "My guess is that it's because it will be much harder to argue against you after those six months." Romulus looked confused at that answer, so Valor continued. "In those six months, you can have established your hold on the west much better, infrastructure, trade, outposts, maybe even new settlements. If that happens, it will be much harder for Princess Sparkle to argue for leaving the western region, and leave your new allies."
Romulus looked at his friend in shock and disbelief. Sure, he knew the Princess of friendship wasn't pleased with him, but this went far beyond what he thought she would actually do. If she charged him, and he went on trial, could he even win? If he battled it out in the court, he knew his enemies would have the advantage, and everything he had worked to build would get dismantled in the meantime.
Romulus grunted irritatedly and stood up. "She must be insane if she pulls that move!" Romulus declared, starting to pace. "Eight years of hardships, just gone in a blink of an eye! Because what? Because the Princess of friendship does not like war?" Romulus asked, confused. "No pony likes war, but I did what I had to do in order to secure our western borders."
Valor stood, and trotted closer to his friend, putting a hoof on his back. "I know, my friend. I know..." Valor sighed and lowered his hoof. "But it's the era of friendship and peace." Valor sighed, and trotted over to the table, and poured Romulus a cup of wine.
"She doesn't want to begin her reign with conquest..." He trotted back to Romulus, and gave him the cup. "She is a more shrewd political animal than any pony will give her credit for. Either that, or she is more naive than I thought... She's young, full of ideals. I've even heard she is planning to open a friendship school."
Romulus gulped the entire content of the cup in one go. "So everything we've done here is just for nothing then?" Romulus asked, his voice holding back the anger and disgust he was feeling deep in his gut. "Just so she can usher in her reign with total peace? I don't understand, what's the point? The war is over anyway? Why bother?"
Valor frowned, shaking his head apologetically. "I can only guess, but in truth, I have no way of knowing."
"Tell me," pressed Romulus.
"My theory is that your feats in the west rival her own in Equestria." Valor explained. "Even if they do not, she doesn't want you to stand next to her as a general, giving the impression we can win with friendship and military power. She wants it to be the power of harmony, and her feats that stand above your victories."
Romulus shook his head in disbelief. "Are you telling me she is doing this so her image is not soiled by mine?"
Valor looked slightly uncomfortable. "Like I said, it's only my thoughts on the matter. Maybe she really does believe you are a criminal, or maybe a mix of both, or something else." He quickly explained. "My point is you need to be careful. She is gaining more power by each week that passes, and your enemies are rallying behind her."
Romulus shook his head. "What about Princess Celestia?"
At the mention of the solar Princess, the one who had originally given Romulus his command, and also extended it, Valor looked more uncomfortable, if not ashamed. "She hasn't spoken on the issue, not that I know of. She and her sister are pulling away more and more, rumor is they will fully retire soon."
Romulus opened his mouth, but he didn't speak. No words came to mind. What could he say? Had the solar Princess actually left him out to dry? Had she abandoned him in the favor of her student? Had everything he had done meant so little, it didn't even earn him her protection?
The general closed his mouth, and steeled his resolve. No, he wouldn't be treated like some common criminal. He'd done his duty, and so had every pony under his command. They deserved better from their new Princess. Walking behind his desk, Romulus looked at his friend.
"When you return tomorrow, would you mind delivering some personal letters of mine?" He asked, taking both parchment and a quill.
Valor trotted closer to the desk, watching as Romulus started to write. "Not at all. what do you have in mind?"
Romulus didn't look up. "just calling in some old favors..."
It was cold, damn cold. While there was no snow, the winter air was still harsh that night. Thousands of ponies stood completely still, as steam emanated from their muzzles as they breathed, and listened.
They say the silence before the storm is worse than the storm. To veterans like Romulus, it was the sound of approaching battle. Knowing that in any moment, the clash would happen, and from there, one had to make split second decisions. Decide on both life and death, and knowing any decision would carry such prices.
Right now, Romulus would have welcomed the silence. Instead as he stood on the wall his legions had constructed, looking out into the darkness, hearing the horrible sound of thousands of minotaurs marching, no, running towards them. The terrible sound of their roars and growls, their war cries.
Soon their huge forms would penetrate the darkness, and they would see the rebel army rush towards them like a tidal wave. Romulus didn't need to look at his legionnaires to know their thoughts.
They had been through so much together, that now they did not fear death. They had left such fear on the battlefield years ago, seeing themselves as already being dead, and not alive until the horns of victory would blow.
The rumbling was much closer now, at any moment they would see them. Romulus looked over the wall, into the field before them that was lit by the torches on the wall. They'd had weeks to prepare for this fight, and now it was finally time to see if all that preparation had been worth it.
"Come on, come on, come on..." A legionnaire whispered eagerly under his breath, jumping just a little in place.
Finally, the minotaurs broke out of the darkness, and into what little light their torches provided. They roared as they ran and jumped over whatever obstacles Romulus had placed out there. Romulus just smiled, seeing how they avoided the most obvious obstacles, only to be divided, and funneled into the paths he wanted.
Calmly, Romulus raised his hoof high. In response, several selected archers stepped forward, each one having a single fire arrow each. All along the 18 kilometers long wall, several such archers appeared, waiting for the signal. Romulus narrowed his eyes, watching, calculating. Just a few more steps and... NOW!
Romulus waved his hoof forward, bellowing the command to fire!
The archers who heard fired the arrows not at the minotaurs, but at the small trenches dug several meters from the four meter tall wall. The arrows cut through the air, and archers along the wall saw them as a signal to start firing at the trenches.
Romulus could not have asked for a better result. As the arrows hit their marks, the burning tips of the arrows hit the oil that covered the trenches, and spikes. Walls of fire roared out of the trenches, swallowing up any nearby minotaurs, and dividing them even more!
Mass panic and confusion spread through the minotaur ranks. Some had passed the trenches, but were now trapped between the wall of Romulus, and the wall of flames. Those behind the flames were cut off from each other, their escapes cut off all around them. Those who were either too close to the flames, or had stepped in some of the oil caught fire, and spread even more panic and confusion!
The screams and smell that followed would haunt Romulus forever, but he didn't let it affect him. They were up against a much stronger foe that also outnumbered them greatly. He couldn't afford pity, not now. The survival of the stallions and mares under him depended on him.
Besides, this small trick was only enough to stun their enemies for a moment, and take out the first wave. The battle had barely begun, but he knew many hours, if not days worth of fighting still laid ahead.
He needed to be ruthless...
30th of the Maple Moon, 877 CE.
"Sir?"
Romulus awoke to the sound of one of his officers calling him. He blinked a few times, and slowly sat up in his bed. "Mm, yes?" He said with a tired expression.
The officer stood to attention, and gave a crisp salute. "Sir, we have a messenger from Canterlot."
Romulus eyed the officer, raising an eyebrow. "For this you wake me? Take the letter, and put it on my desk." He said, trying to keep the annoyance from his tone.
The officer cleared his throat a little nervously, clearly having picked up on the fact he had iterated his general. "S-sir, they are demanding to speak to you. They are Royal Guard ponies..."
Now that caught Romulus's interest, his mind quickly shifted mental gears. "Are they now? Hm, well, I better not keep them waiting. Good work."
The officer relaxed, then saluted again, and left the general to get ready. As he did, a servant trotted in and filled a bowl with some hot water. Romulus gratefully trotted over, and washed his face, feeling the chains of sleep leave him fully. After drying his face with a towel, he calmly trotted to the tent flap and stepped outside.
The legionnaires standing guard on each side of the entrance stood to attention as Romulus stepped out, but the group awaiting him did not show him the same respect. Romulus stopped, and looked over the group of golden armored ponies. There were only five of them, but the message was clear enough.
"You have a message from the princesses?" Romulus asked.
The leader, a unicorn, took a step forward, his expression grimly serious. "Princess Twilight Sparkle is now the sole ruler of Equestria, General." He answered curtly. "And as per royal decree," out of his saddlebag, he levitated a scroll. "You are hereby ordered to report to her highness within two weeks."
Romulus raised an eyebrow at that, while Skystrike stepped forward and took the scroll held out to Romulus. The royal guard continued. "You are ordered to disband your legions, bring every pony back over the border, and lay down your command."
Skystrike glared at the unicorn. "Two weeks?!"
The unicorn ignored him and continued, his eyes never leaving Romulus. "Failing to do so will be considered an act of treason, and you will be subject to arrest."
Romulus just looked at the unicorn calmly, nodding as he finished his message. "I see, will you give me a moment, gentlecolts?" He turned around, nodding to Skystrike who followed him inside. The unicorn was about to follow as well, but Romulus guards swiftly stepped in front of the entrance, glaring back at him.
Once inside the tent, Skystrike placed the scroll on the desk, while Romulus sat down to read it. "Two weeks? Two weeks? This is a disgrace, after everything we have accomplished here!" He said through gritted teeth. "And where is Princess Celestia in all this? Are you seriously telling me that this brat has just been handed the reins of the entire kingdom, just like that?"
Romulus didn't answer while Skystrike rambled, instead he just read the official order he had just been given. It was no longer a suggestion, or a request, this was an official order, written by the Princess herself. He read the letter two or three times, before he calmly set it aside, took a quill and parchment, and started to write a letter of his own.
"As you say, Skystrike, but these are official orders signed by our Princess." Said Romulus, his calm tone surprising Skystrike.
"But this is bullshit, tell her no."
Romulus glanced up at his friend for a moment. "You're asking me to defy the Princess of Equestria?"
At that, Skystrike hesitated. "W-well, no, I mean... Well what else can we do?" He trotted up to the desk, and leaned forward a little, gesturing to the tent entrance. "Romulus, you can't have us turn our backs to everything here. We've given eight years to this place, eight years of fighting, and loss of friends. Blood, tears... Are we really going to ask the legions to just trot away?"
Romulus held the gaze of Skystrike for a moment, then looked back at his letter. "Of course not," he then answered, continuing to write. "I'm going to advise the Princess, and assume she hasn't thought this one through fully." He explained.
Skystrike let out a relieved breath. "What if she insists?"
Romulus paused, then slowly looked back up at Skystrike, his eyes firm. "Then we have a choice to make..." With that, Romulus finished the letter, signed and sealed it. Without another word on the matter, he trotted outside to the waiting royal guard ponies.
"For the Princess." Romulus said simply, as the guard took the letter and levitated into his saddlebag.
"No message?" The unicorn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, not to you." Romulus replied. "Everything I have to say is in that letter. What is in it is between myself and her. Now, you may go." The tone of Romulus' voice made it clear it wasn't a request.
The five royal guards made a half hearted salute, then turned and left. Romulus watched them go for a few moments, then, without looking at Skystrike said. "Call a staff meeting, and prepare nine of your fastest messengers."
Skystrike looked at him. "Messengers?"
Romulus nodded. "I rather have them hear the news from me, than from the Princess in an attempt to undermine my command." Romulus turned around, and trotted back into his command tent. "You have your orders, legate. Get moving."
Skystrike stood at attention, and saluted. "Yes sir!"
6th of the Pink Moon, 877 CE.
Romulus stood upon the stage, looking out upon the 13th and the 12th Legion. Over 10.000 ponies, standing in their full armor, in perfect formation, and in complete silence.
The discipline on display filled Romulus with a sense of pride in his soldiers. For eight long years they had fought together in a hostile land. Eight years since they last felt Equestrian soil beneath their hooves. Eight years since they last saw family, or friends, lovers.
Romulus didn't know all their names, but he knew their hearts, and they knew his. The bond he shared with them had been forged through the hardships they had all endured over the years. These ponies deserved rest, they deserved the glory, and they deserved recognition for their brave deeds.
Could Romulus ask more of them?
Had they not given enough to him, and Equestria?
It would be up to them now. Romulus had tried to find a way out, but apparently it hadn't sat well with the new Princess, or the council. His two weeks were not even up before a letter formally telling him to surrender, and come to Canterlot for trial. The intent was not even hidden anymore, and his council was ignored by the Princess.
If he did as the Princess commanded, he would be tried for illegal warfare, theft, bribery, and murder. He could face life in prison, banishment. Or if the counselors felt bold enough, even resort to the ancient practice of execution, the first one in centuries.
Going to Equestria, disbanding his legions meant the end to everything he had fought for. Everything his legions had fought for. But, it meant peace, didn't it? Was it pride that had brought him to this? No, it wasn't. He just refused to accept this injustice, and he would face it head on.
The only question was, would he be going alone?
Taking a deep breath, Romulus spoke up. His voice boomed over the two assembled legions that surrounded him.
"Soldiers!" He called. Thousands of eyes followed him. "Princess Twilight, and the council, has formally declared that I, Romulus Invicta, is to return to Canterlot to face trial!" He announced, holding up the scroll for them all to see.
The air seemed to tense, there wasn't any movement, but Romulus could sense their shock, their outrage.
"I've been commanded to disband my legions, and dismiss you all to return back to Equestria! Something I would gladly do. You deserve to return home! To see your families, your friends, your homes!" He took a moment to let them absorb the news. "However! If I do this, everything we have done will have been for nothing!"
Again he paused, letting that too sink in. "Every day you have spent away from your homes. Every friend we have lost! Every drop of blood we have given for Equestria will have been for NOTHING !"
"Our deeds will be declared criminal! Our work, destroyed! Our allies left behind! And peace we fought to create ripped apart!"
Now ponies started to move ever so slightly. Almost unheard murmurs of disapproval made their way through the thousands of ponies gathered. Romulus took his time to look around, making every pony feel as if he was looking directly at them.
"I am being asked to return to face trial, and be treated as a common criminal!"
Now the crowd responded to him, yelling out their outrage and disapproval.
"If I could do this knowing your deeds would be honored, and our work secure, I would gladly face any trial to secure your glory!"
Now the crowd cried out to him. "Nooooo!" He let them voice out their outrage for a moment. Then he raised his hoof, and the crowd reluctantly fell silent once more.
"Legionnaires! Brothers, sisters, friends!" He called, earning complete silence. "I've decided what I am going to do..." His tone turned more somber, he could almost feel how they all seemed to hold their breath, waiting for his answer.
"I've decided to go to Equestria. I'm going to march on Canterlot." Utter silence, no pony dared make a sound. "Will any pony be coming with me?!"
As if having just waited for him to ask them, they all rose up and cheered Romulus's name! Raising their swords and spears high into their air. Banging their shields, and stomping their hooves in approval and support! The sound was beyond any cheer Romulus had ever heard.
They were with him, they were his. It was as if this very moment echoed through history already, it was as if he could see it all happen all at once. As soon as they would step across the border, they would be outlaws, and the second Equestrian civil war would begin. Not since Nightmare Moon had anything like this happened.
Romulus was not blind to the risks facing them. But he was prepared for them, he knew his next move. Speed was the key, speed and surprise. Romulus wouldn't let Twilight concentrate her power, or make a calculated move. Already he had planted trusted and loyal soldiers all over Equestria, agents ready to act, both in Canterlot, and in Ponyville.
The elements had to be secured, and Twilight cut off. He would be knocking on the doors of Canterlot before Princess Twilight was even ready to face him. His battle hardened Legions would sweep away any soldiers she would attempt to raise against him.
Yes, he could see it all here in his mind... He could win...
Smiling, he tore up the scroll sent to him, earning him another cheer from his soldiers. He raised a hoof, looking at them all.
"To Canterlot! The die is cast!"
The legions cheered even louder, and Romulus stood, and basked in glory of this very moment. Today, he had made history, and tomorrow, they would be in Equestria. In a week? Canterlot.
Fate would judge if he would succeed or not. History would remember him as a hero, or a villain...
Author's Note
Whelp that was that. A nice little short story to satisfy my mood this weekend. I hope you guys enjoyed it.
