Equestria, 932 A.D. A kingdom divided. To the West, the Anglo-Stallions.
To the East, the French. Above, nothing but Celts and some people from Scotland.

In Guinard, Palace, and Difford, parasprites.
In the kingdoms of Wessex, Sussex, Essex and Kent, parasprites.
In Mercia, and the two Anglias, parasprites, with a 50% chance of cutie pox
coming out of the Northeast at twelve miles per hour.

Legend tells us of an extrodanairy leader who arose from the chaos to unite a troubled kingdom.
A pony with a vision, who gathered knights together in a Holy Quest.
This pony was Twilight Sparkle, King of the Britons, for this was Equestria!

Based off of Monty Python and the Holy Grail (duh) and My Little Pony (doubleduh)

Just so you all know, this story is pretty heavy on copy pasty. This is because I want to get into writing fanfiction, but haven't written stories not involving ponies in about ever, so this is mainly a random topic I chose to practice with. I will redo it with no copy pasty after this one.