" In such a twisted and vile world we all live our entire lives in, am I the only one willing to sacrifice and serve to tame the Wasteland? And if so, before I can tame it, I need to unite it under a single flag, a single motto, a single belief, and a single ruler."
Trottingham was once a great city, with a sprawling populace rich with culture and meaning. It was home of many great military strategists and soldiers. It was the center of military power in the land known as Equestria. Even after the world was consumed by tides of balefire and fire, it still retained its robust, military personality in the form of The Trottingham Federation lead by the great alicorn known as First Commander Napalm.
But, for over fifty years, this city has been torn by civil war and it close to collapse as the former jewel of a city falls by the two factions. One wishing to set it free in the name of liberty and harmony. The other, wanting to enslave the very ponies they would rule. The Federation is losing and they know it. Their forces are small and the demand is to great.
They are in desperate need of aid. They need help from the outside, the Northern Wastes. And with her nation in mind, Napalm intends to brave the harshness of the North to free the city that is rightfully hers. Or perish in the process.
*I wish not to offend anyone but this fic contains genocide in later chapters, If you wish not to witness a fictional genocide, I understand I hope for those of you who which to trek on are mature and reasonable. You have been warned.*
18th Oct 2012
5th Feb 2013