historical excerpt I · 6:54am Jan 28th, 2013
In all of my writings on the history of Ponyland, I have often omitted anything to do with the dark times between the Fall of Equestria and the present. For your enlightenment, dear readers, I present here the first of many excerpts from the Dream Castle archives, written by some of my wife's direct ancestors. They were keepers of the Dream Valley library, and historians in their own right. I warn you, these excerpts are not for the faint of heart;
"... if I sound angry and bitter, and not at all like a friendly Equestrian Pony. It is because my experiences have left friendship and happiness, both dead within my heart...
.... they came out of the night like shadows, creeping into Ponyville whilst we all slept. Into the houses and buildings the goblin raiders stormed, the cries and screams of the foals and ponies they slaughtered filling the darkness all around us. The rooftops were set ablaze, and the famous town that had been home to the harmony bearers so long ago... blazed like a torch all through the night. The goblins carried away all the loot they could find, on carts pulled by our stallions they had enslaved. My children and I, along with many of the others who had managed to escape, fled into the nearby everfree forest and hid, whilst my husband stayed behind to defend the town library, our home.
All through the night we few survivors watched our town burn, and the morning brought the raider's departure. We returned to find the only home we had ever known reduced to a pile of ash. No stone remained standing on another stone, and torn and cut saddles, furniture, and other personal belongings lay scattered everywhere. My own unicorn husband had managed to seal the library beneath a protective barrier, which I now removed. He had saved our community's written history... but at the cost of his own life. I found his charred remains outside the town's gates... well, what was left of him, after the goblins had made their post-raid meal.
Alas, Ponyville! We abandoned her, as we gathered what little the looters have left us, and made for the safety of the Dream Castle! I pulled a cart filled with the books from my library deep into the everfree forest, but the sorrow in my heart is a far heavier burden. But my children and I are the last survivors of the bloodline of Twilight Sparkle, and for that reason we must endure. The house of Twilight has survived far worse depredations, and we will survive these troubling times.
Now, we dwell within the walls of this castle, while the timber wolves howls echo through the remains of our abandoned homes. Birds nest in the roofless kitchen of Sugarcube corners, whilst rats scurry through the filth in the ruins of the Carousel Boutique. Nature now moves to reclaim what was once Ponyville, as Equestria burns in the flames of Grogar and Tirek's wrath...."
-Twilight Gossamer, The Grogar Wars
So that's what became of Ponyville.
Truly a sad sight to see.
You know, if I was a ruler, a king or some other kind of leader, I would build up an army and defences, and start flush out the goblins and trolls now that Grogar and Tirac are gone, so we rebuild what was destroyed. Then, like a phoenix, Equestria will reborn from the ashes and peace will prosper again. But alas, your society won't let a male be a leader.
Also consider yourselves lucky that orcs do not exist in Ponyland. They mean 'big goblins' in their language due to them being as large as an average sized human.