Mosin's POV
Major-General Sergei Mosin lay in his bed in his arms plant in Sestroretsk, feeling as though his lungs would give at any moment. His breaths were slow and heavy as he tried to cling to his life. In his hand, he gripped his prize to fame, his very own Mosin Nagant Rifle. "I *cough* hope you serve the Tsar *cough* well..." His hand went limp, and the rifle clattered to the floor.
Markov's POV
Lieutenant-General Sergey Markov sat on a mat in a medical tent near Salsk. His hand clenched to the wound in his chest that he had suffered a few days before. While in the other, he clutched tightly to his crucifix. As nurses attempted to tend to him, and priests prayed for healing. But, he knew it was all in vain, as the pain had only gotten worse. And now, he could feel his world going dark around him as the voices became muffled and seemed to create a single noise. May God save Russia... Then, his hands went limp.
Drozdovsky's POV
Major-General Mikhail Drozdovsky sat in a tent near Rostov-on-Don in severe pain. As a wound, he had received three months ago began to spring up again. And he found that it was the same one he had thought had only been minor. I knew it was only a matter of time, and I knew I was dooming myself. But how could I live with my nation in the hands of its destroyers... His vision faded, and he went into shock.
Bochkareva's POV
Maria Bochkareva sat on her knees before a Cheka firing squad in Krasnoyarsk as a young boy stood off to the side wearing a red armband and holding a piece of paper. "Maria Bochkareva, you are found guilty of Crimes Against The Working Class. And, you are sentenced to death by firing squad," He read as the soldiers took their aim.
Then, she stared up at them in defiance. "GOD SAVE RUSS-" She yelled as their rifles went off, and her world went black in an instant.
Wrangel's POV
Pyotr Wrangel sat at his dinner table in his house in Brussel's. An empty glass of wine in front of him as he sat back and reflected on the collapse of his beloved nation. And his longing to return to his homeland at the head of an army of patriots and loyalists burned in his chest- No, he could feel his chest burning. "Ugh, wha-?" He slurred as he slumped forward, and his world went dark.
Amore VI's POV
Emperor Amore VI sat perched on his throne as two of his chief captains explained the various possibilities for an offensive. "Well, I think it would be best if we dealt with the feral yaks first," Began a white-coated Stallion in gold-laced crystal armour with a blue mane as he pointed to the Yak tribes on the map. "As they keep making excuses about letting criminals ransack our villages!" He bellowed as he stomped a hoof.
"Pff, please, Blueglass, you're just mad because you own most of the villages beneath the mountains," Said a blue-coated stallion who was also in armour but with a gold mane. As he pointed to the diamond dogs. "Rather, I think we should settle things with the pesky hounds who steal our gems," He stated with a wave of his hoof. "That way, we can use those gems to pay for our-" He was cut-off as the three of them turned to see a crimson-coated Stallion with a grey mane enter the room. "Oh, it's you. Late again, I see,"
The newcomer simply scowled at him before turning to Amore and bowing. "Your highness," He began in a deep bass voice as he stood back up. "I believe I have something for you," He said as Amore regarded him with a cocked brow, to which he smiled and began walking towards the map table. "For you see, my spies have found some interesting information,"
Amore seemed to be getting more and more impatient as he went on. "I already told you, Stallion. Stop your mind games and spit it out already!" He ordered to which Stallion simply chuckled slightly.
"Well, my lord, it would appear the pegasi are no more," He stated as the others looked on in shock.
"H-how can that be!?" Sputtered the blue Stallion from before. "They can't have been beaten so easily!"
Then, Blueglass put a hoof to his chin. "While I don't usually agree with Broad Sword. I can't believe it myself. I mean the pegasi? The very ones who murdered our great Emperor and gutted our lands!" He bellowed as he pointed a hoof at Stallion. "Or, are you lying-"
He stopped as Amore cleared his throat, and all eyes turned to him. "I think that is quite enough!" He began as he stood from his throne and stepped down. "Now, if this is indeed true. Then we shall assemble an army immediately!" He ordered in an authoritative tone, which caused Stallion to grin wickedly as the other two looked on in collective shock.
"My liege, you can't be ser-" Broad Sword stopped as Amore glared at him and lowered his head in resignation. "If that is your wish, your highness,"
Amore continued to glare at him. "See that it is done," He seethed before pointing a hoof to the door. "Now get out!" He yelled as Broad Sword bowed again before galloping out of the room.
Once he was gone, Amore was about to order Blueglass to do the same but stopped when Stallion cleared his throat. "But, perhaps we should also deal with the yaks first. Lest the feral tribes get any ideas," He said as Blueglass trotted forward.
"Indeed, you see, the raids have gotten worse recently. So, if you gave us the power to mobilize-"
Amore cleared his throat, casing Blueglass to stop. Once he had, Amore walked in front of them before turning. "Well, I certainly agree, but who would lead this 2nd army?" He asked as both stallions turned to each other and nodded.
"Why, your daughter, of course," Began Stallion with a grin. "After all, what better way to test her in the ways of leadership?"
Well, what better way to rid me of that nuisance? Amore then grinned wickedly before recomposing himself. "Very well, Joseph, Blueglass, you have my blessing," He said as both stallions bowed and exited the room. Now, I have a war to plan.
Crystal Blossom's POV
She stood in an open field that been recently plundered. Trying desperately to find anything to eat. As she looked around, she saw nothing but a few rotting stems, all that remained of the wheat that only a few days prior had been ready to harvest. "I'm so hungry," She said weakly to herself before looking back at the smoke rising out of the burnt-out ruins of her village, which seemed to reach out and try to touch the mountain peaks that surrounded it. "Curse the yaks," She silently began to sob as she turned and began to walk towards it. As she did, she saw many of her fellow villagers helping to put out the fires and bury the dead. But, as she walked, she could feel her legs become heavy, and soon her legs gave out entirely. "Please, help me," She silently prayed as she sat there. "Whatever or whoever is out there. Please help us," She then curled up and fell asleep from exhaustion.
But, unknown to her, a few hundred meters away, five flashes of white flashed into existence, leaving five very confused ponies in their place, seeming to have answered her prayer.