Chapter 1: Vive La Révolution!
Equestria
Province of Prance
Streets exiting Manehattan
February 9th, 1782
Almost 2 years after the discovery of Humanity
A sound of hooves crushing the stone beneath their feet as they march along the streets of Manehattan. Some were brave, some were excited, but most were also scared by the fact that they are risking their lives just for freedom. But freedom has a cost. Nopony knows where they are going but they have a feeling it is going to be scary. A dark blue stallion was one out of many who will participate in the 'war'. By the name of Diemos, the Stallion had bronze colored hair under his personal metal helmet. His uniform was mostly made of wool and it's color was white but with a slight blue to it and its not cyan because Fimifiction didn't think of putting in a color wheel... yet.. . He looked like one of the pioneers in the American Revolution except that he is a pony and armor are attached to each of his shoulders.
Deimos was an average lunar guard. He loved to stargaze upon the night sky with his telescope and count the stars with a table next to him holding warm milk and some cookies. During off duty, He walks around outside of town and enjoyed the scenery and soft scented flowers. He also had a crush on a certain yellow Pegasus who had helped him out of his injuries after fighting off a couple of bandits after visiting Ponyville.
He now works as a Corporal for the Prench Freedom Fighters. The (Third) Prench Rebel Army has a total of 5,000 Stallion/Mare volunteers who serves 1-5 years depending on their participation in battles. Prance (province) had just lost 13,000 men in it's second battle to the legendary Celestial Army, handpicked and raised by Celestia herself. The Celestial Army's main purpose was to thin the number of rebels greatly so that they would surrender. But only once out of a dozen that this had happened. Deimos had one of the most battle experience in Manehattan, so he fears that he would see death again but with his reflection on it's face staring back at him.
He looked to his left. He saw Vive La Révolution! crudely painted over the wall, at least it's readable. He looked to his right. He saw many of his comrades marching to a slow steady drum beat with spears in their hooves trying to look stoic and strong. He looked backed forward and saw many more of his comrades that are currently marching on over a hill in the sunset. In a certain angle, it looked like they are marching towards hell.
almost 2 hours later...
"Units! Halt!" shouted The Commander in the front.
Everypony halted their march, confused they quickly looked around before staring at their commander. There was a pause, a loooong pause.
"Units! Move!....BOUGEZ!"
Everypony who held their breathes exhaled and relieved that they are not fighting today. Or so they thought. When their commander shouted 'Move!' twice, that is the signal for running... It troubled them to think what they have gotten themselves into.
Suddenly an arrow had pierced through a stallion a couple rows ahead of Deimos. There was a sudden panic.... but the Commander had rallied his troops just as when they are about to flee. The Commander had pointed his sword to the trees and gestured that they should try to shield themselves from the arrows that could lit up the night sky. The troops dashed to cover. But then arrows who light up the night sky that could be mistaken for stars had lashed down and killed well over a dozen Prench Fighters. Finally Deimos and the rest of the survivors hid in the small forest. One of the Fighters was rocking back and forth murmuring something in Prench and sometimes in Equish.
Deimos peeked out of the forest and looked around, finally his eyes rested on a large line of archers and infantry. They had red coats thick enough to stop an arrow from penetrating the skin.They held a banner high up in the air. It wasn't an Equestrian Banner.
It was sometype of flag, not a banner ...but then again it could be. The Archers raised their arrows again and started to pull them back. The Commander rushed out of the small forest waving his hooves and shouted "Ceasefire! Ceasefire!". The flag carrier including a few fighters followed behind him in just a couple of seconds after. After both of them stopped right in the middle of the two armies. The Other Commander shouted out to his men, his men slowly lowered their bows. He ordered several ponies to go check out the group before him.
Five Ponies that varied in gender and color rushed out with their weapons ready. As soon as they managed to arrive at their destination the Red ponies shouted out something that is not much understandable to the Prench Fighters.
"Вы конному? показать нам свой флаг / баннер!" Both sides quickly looked back and forth at each other for a moment before another red pony piped up and repeated the words from his colleague. "erm... Are you Equestrian? Show us your flag or banner!" as soon as the younger one finished his words. The Flag carrier slowly raised his flag higher so they can see it more clearly.
The Red ponies scanned it and signaled the others that there is no danger... its just another rebel army. There is a several sighs and groans from the Red Army (as the Prench Fighters called it). The Red General and several of his bodyguards walked out of the large crowd and made their way to where the only place that is interesting at the moment. Both Generals discussed their armies trip to this spot, and sometimes a couple laughs from between scentences. Both finally came to a deal that they should work together.
The Red General shouted out in Stalliongrad and a couple dozen of his soldiers galloped away to their capital to tell the news. The Prench Commander did the same thing and ordered Several of his men to make their way to the capital and also tell about the news. The Red General apologized for the casualties and payed the Prench Commander a couple large bags of bits. Both armies embraced each other eager to know what the other side has been doing.
After a while of talking, both sides packed their things and started set off to their own roads for Independence. Suddenly, a mighty cry shatters the serene atmosphere between the two rebel bands, filling the air with death and despair. Confused glares were shot between the two armies, but none of their allies were causing the strange sound.
"To the western horizon! Look!"
The Prench General turns and gasps, his worst nightmare suddenly come true. Rows upon rows of bright gold armor were descending down the hill like ants, ready to mow down the severely outnumbered armies below. Both armies quickly ran to set their battle formations. The Enemy is closing in. The Prench General doesn't want his army to lose morale and temptation. The Prench General gave a shout and his army rushed forward with cries for the enemy to be at death's door. The Red Army seemed confused but quickly shook it off and followed in suite.
Deimos was intimidated from the large numbers the enemy had. But he knows that being intimidated will only start a panic in the army. As soon as the armies met in the middle, bodies have been falling left and right. It is hard to dodge the sharp edges of the spears. It gets very annoying as well over a dozen spears trying to poke you from all sides. Drops of sweat crawled down on his cheeks, he quickly wiped it off with a hoof. He almost let his guard down until he heard a cry behind him, he quickly turned around and saw a sharp edge of a spear coming at him like a slow bullet. Blood rushed towards his head as reality became slow. The spear slowly made its way towards him. He barely able to dodged it as he quickly jumped to his left. Celebrating only lasted for a second as he heard a young cry of hunger for blood quickly sped towards him. He looked back up and saw a Young Golden Armored Stallion that seems to be in his late teens begin to rush forward with his spear trying lock on his target. Deimos narrowly stepped to the side as the spear cut his sides. There was no time to cry for pain as a larger danger still surrounds him. He saw an opening in the Young stallion's shoulder and thrust his spear into the opening. There was a blood curling scream and the young stallion struggled for his life. Deimos wasn't sure to pull his spear out yet, he pushed the spear forward and heard a loud crack. The Young stallion led out a deafening cry unsure of what to do in the slow minute. Deimos pushed in his spear deeper into the stallion for insurance and manage to penetrate through the lungs and the head pokes out the other side. The Young Stallion struggling slowed to a halt and his body went limp in seconds. Deimos pulled his spear out of the body. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw his works before him. He saw the blood spilling out of the body. It hypnotized him to hunger for more, his mind went berserk as he began to hastily run around looking for a new victim.
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"A-and... everything was a blur after that..."
