> The Incoming Storm
>  by Castok the Shadow
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> On the horizon
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I love civil wars.

It shows what area of land in a kingdom sides with, whatever the cause is.

It makes new borderlines within said kingdom, where either loyalists or rebels controls for now till one conquers the other.

But most of all, it shows that not everyone in that kingdom is one hundred percent perfect and living in a utopia, it shows that they're living in the real world now.

For my kind, we know very well of how our civil war began.

It was made from a annoying nation that wouldn't bow to this world, this Equus truest rulers.

That nation, was Equestria.

Before this nation ruined my people, we were a force to be reckoned and respected.

We ruled the mightiest empire Equus has ever seen, brought up by my greatest grandfather.

From the sun kissed islands of the Silver Sea in the east, to the Dragon Lands from the far west. From rampaging snowstorms from the north, to the harshest deserts from the south.

Our empire conquered and obtained nations for decades, nothing stood in our way.

My greatest grandfather led my kind west, after he had conquered those sun kissed islands of the Silver Sea in the east.

The first fools to stand in his way was unorganised mutts called Diamond Dogs.

Their clans and warlords thought they could stand against my greatest grandfather's might and armies on their own.

And in less than a year, what we called The Clearing, all known clans were under the empire's banner and their warlords executed in front of their clans.

This art was but the first of many to come.

After the mutts were dealt with, my greatest grandfather moved to the south.

Where another foe awaited to be conquered.

The foulest creatures known as the Changelings stood tall and proud over their own empire, if you call owning nothing but sand and rock an empire.

These bugs, ruled by a foolish queen, did not know what she was dealing with, when my greatest grandfather ordered her to bow before him.

The War of the South as my people called it, raged for four years.

They may had the limitless hordes, but they knew nothing of combat and planning their attacks like my kind.

With those diamond mutts as baits, my greatest grandfather's armies cut through those hordes like paper.

And when they stormed into their nests, how they cried in fear from their queen's punishment against my greatest grandfather's empire.

With mutts and bugs conquered, Equus feared the marching feet of my people and the sound of their battle cries as they moved west.

The rampaging snowstorms of the north held no civilisation, thus an easy conquest.

But the greatest challenge for my greatest grandfather, was the Dragon Lands.

For hundreds of years, the Dragon Lands has never been conquered, never yielded to another that wasn't a Dragon Lord.

But because of that, they were unprepared and caught by surprise, when my greatest grandfather led a full scale invasion into the Dragon Lands.

The Costly War, as it was called, raged and roared for a whole decade.

Where both my kind and dragon alike lost their lives and brothers-at-arms.

The dragons held the skies and blocked its rainstorms, as my own held the mountains and blocked its homes for the dragons.

But the end of the war came, when my greatest grandfather's sword, stabbed deep into the Dragon Lord's throat.

With the death of their Lord and his blood being drank by the soil he rested.

The dragons yielded to my greatest grandfather, making him the only non Dragon Lord of the Dragon Lands.

With the Fall of the Dragon Lands, words spread across Equus.

Hearing the tales of my greatest grandfather's empire and conquests.

Some clever enough yielded to the empire before it even arrived.

Becoming client states to my greatest grandfather's empire.

Four out of five beings lived under my greatest grandfather's rule.

Nothing stood in his way and nothing could.

All except one.

One race that was protected by their lands.

Ponies.

Three tribes against an entire empire stood their ground.

Their lands protected them from invasions and to defeat small platoons of my kind or those under my kind's rule.

The Nonsense, as it was called, reined for nearly a year.

Each week and month, made my greatest grandfather mad.

Their lands were made as if to defy his destiny to rule Equus.

But then came the Restless Winters.

Where apparently, the ponies' hatred of one another brought a foul winter across their lands.

Cutting their food supplies and placing the blame on each other.

This was perfect for my greatest grandfather.

They'll starve themselves to death or fight among each other.

Forgetting the largest empire right outside their doorsteps.

As the winters attacked, so too did my greatest grandfather, as he massed a huge army to crush the ponies once and for all.

As they finally marched into the ponies' lands.

My greatest grandfather found a huge discovery.

All three tribes had fled their homes, leaving only a ghostly and snowy land behind.

But they had left tracks in the snow, making the search for them much more easier for my greatest grandfather.

He tracked them for three days, even with the Restless Winters raging on.

Until he found them, in a new land.

A land that'll become the ponies' new homeland, for all three tribes.

That land they will infamously called Equestria.

As soon as my greatest grandfather found them.

The Restless Winters ended all of a sudden.

As if even that too fled from his wrath upon the ponies.

My greatest grandfather threw everything his empire had onto Equestria.

Be it my kind, mutt, bug or dragon.

All was summoned across the empire to invade this annoying race.

The armies of my greatest grandfather dwarfed that of the ponies'.

Making their newest kingdom fearing the sound of thunder and war.

The empire destroyed the ponies with ease and without losing a lot of warriors.

My greatest grandfather made sure that his present was well known in that war.

As he too clashed with his armies against the ponies'.

The war known as the Rising Wrath, raged for just two weeks.

All battles ending in my greatest grandfather's victories.

All expect one.

A battle that took place in the heartland of Equestria.

As the last remaining army of Equestria.

Stood alone against the might of all the empire's forces.

Led by my greatest grandfather.

The battle would discuss who will rule Equestria.

Unchallenged for the rest of its lifetime.

The Battle of Equus as it was properly called.

For how true it was.

The armies of the empire charged forward.

Battle cries and war drums shattering the sound of silence.

The ponies' morale was already shaken and low.

Now it was broken and torn.

Victory would of been in my greatest grandfather's reach.

But alas, fate said otherwise.

As the battle raged below and torn apart the land with blood and steel.

The blacken sky started to glow.

Some warriors, on both fronts, looked to the sky.

A vortex of light and a storm of holiness destroyed that blacken sky.

And out of that light, a race that changed everything came out of it.

The mighty Alicorns.

Two alicorns by the names of King Artemis and Queen Solianna.

Rulers of the enteral night and everlasting light.

They flew down with grace for the ponies.

And devastation to my greatest grandfather's armies.

With the swing of Artemis' wings.

He brought down the inthralled dragons to the ground along with the arrows of my kind.

With the stomp of Solianna's hooves.

She blew away the limitless bugs, mutts, client races and my own from reaching the weaken pony army.

The morale of the ponies roared as they regrouped and praised the timely recuse of the Ailcorns.

Their very appearance broke the mutts' courage, the bugs' assault and the dragons' onslaught.

Making them flee from the battlefield, despite knowing what happens to cowards in the empire.

But my kind and my greatest grandfather stood their ground.

No mere royalty shall stop this battle.

My greatest grandfather rallied his remaining army of loyal kinsmen.

And march onwards.

As his army clashed with the ponies'.

He charged straight towards King Artemis and Queen Solianna.

With a cry of defies and a roar of war.

His strength, combine with his determination for world domination, was almost godlike.

As his blade crashed into the Ailcorns' magic with a wrath of a true emperor.

The battle was still unclear as to who will win.

As both sides were now on their final breath of combat.

My greatest grandfather's fight against the Ailcorns were herald as the stuff of legends.

King Artemis and Queen Solianna were strong.

But strength alone could not defeat this emperor, who in tales said that he even dwarfed the king and queen by height.

Artemis' and Solianna's only hope to defeat my greatest grandfather;

Was to use their unmatched raw magic.

It is said that they called among the very essence of magic around them.

To aid them in this dire time of war.

The ground trembled, the air decayed and the sky bled.

And from their horns, they joined together to created a ray of light.

So hot, that not even the sun could rival it.

As it headed towards my greatest grandfather.

He was burnt and torn apart by their magic.

And till at last, my greatest grandfather was nothing but ashes and armour.

The remains of the last emperor, only his sword and armour was left to remember him.

His first and last defeat.

With his death, for the first time in my kind's history did my people retreated.

Fleeing from a battlefield, with their opponents cheering in victorious victory.

That marked the end of an era and began anew.

With Equestria able to fend herself, words spread quicker than the Fall of the Dragon Lands.

Of how my greatest grandfather died in battle and the fact that the empire was not immune to defeats.

As fast as the sun's light raising, rebellions began.

Frist in the Dragon Lands and all the way to the Changelings' and Diamond Dogs' homeland.

Client states broke off ties with my greatest grandfather's empire, declaring their independences.

Everything was falling apart, piece by piece, land by land.

Until my greatest grandfather's empire was but a shadow of what it once was.

But as if fate was spitting on us.

Lossing the lands that was ours was but the least of our worries.

My bloodline was threaten.

People all over my homeland began to think that they could lead our people better than my useless father.

Whose rein was weak and too forgiving.

Rebellions of our own began in our lands, claiming they should rule the Silver Throne, my greatest grandfather's throne.

From loyalists to rebels, faithful to cultists.

Our homeland was tearing itself apart!

My earliness memories of my childhood, was fleeing my home as my mother perished by a rebel's blade!

I was but a lad when I was homeless, living in world torn by civil war!

But I did not weep, I did not fall to despair.

I harnessed those feelings and turned them into vengeance.

I fought for myself, learnt how to wield a blade and forge my own armour.

I joined many sides in the civil war.

The Kingdom of Gorah, the Knights of Silvon and even the Cult of Endgreed to name a few.

But none of them held my purpose, I was a royal-born, I was met to rule!

But I had to learn who I was and why.

That's when I found our history.

How we were the dominated power in Equus, how nations fell and trembled from just from hearing our names.

Then I learnt about my greatest grandfather, the first and last emperor.

I grew to be inspired by his work, how all of my kind would follow him to the ends of the world without question.

Then I learnt what I must do;

I must reclaim my greatest grandfather's throne, reunite his people and rebuild his empire.

I marched to the Silver City in the heartland of my homeland, where my useless father sat idly by as his people died left and right.

Getting in the castle was easy, after all I was the prince.

The Royal Vanguards led me to my useless father, unknowing what I was about to do.

As I entered the throne room, I saw him and in turn, he saw me.

My useless father got off the Silver Throne and rushed towards me.

Wrapping his arms around me, embracing me as he thought he'd lost me.

As he wept, I drew my blade.

And stabbed him, right in his heart.

He died instantly, oblivious by the assassination of his own son.

As his blood ran across the throne room, I moved on.

I didn't sit on the Silver Throne yet, there was something else I must do before that.

Not far from the throne room, laid the chamber of my greatest grandfather.

As I swung the doors wide open, the thing I was looking for was right in front of me.

The Emperor's armour and blade.

It was there, on an armour stand.

My greatest grandfather's very armour and blade he wore as emperor.

The armour was made of dark blue steel with royal purple on the design and details.

It was more perfect than I imagined.

A pure armour made for rulers, details words cannot describe.

But then came the blade.

It was golden the blade, but its handle was grey steel.

In the middle was an symbol of an eye, much like the dragons'.

the blade was made as a one-hand for my greatest grandfather.

But to me, I had to hold it with two-hands, like that of greatswords.

So the legend of his height is true, he was a giant among my kind.

I held my greatest grandfather's blade in my hands.

I couldn't believe it, I was holding the weapon that created an empire.

The weapon that forged the stuff of legends.

And now, it was my turn to wield it, to make more legends and to restore the old empire once more.

I then picked up the helmet, looking at it with shaking hands.

I slowly placed it onto my head, almost feeling a power I had never felt before.

But I thought because of my greatest grandfather's height.

I wouldn't be able to wear this relic, to take it in battle once more.

But it fit like it was met for me to wear.

As if my bloodline was the only one that could truly wear this armour.

With that knowledge, I then equipped the rest of the armour onto my body.

Every piece, I felt as if the very power of my greatest grandfather was flowing into me.

As if his soul was joining mine, bounded to this armour.

Once the armour was fully on myself, I looked at myself.

I felt like an emperor rather than looking as one.

I finally found my purpose.

I am the grandson of the emperor, the true ruler of my kind.

I turned around to leave the chamber, to find a strange surprise.

The doors that led into the chamber looked smaller.

I remembered that it was taller then me before entering, and now it was up to my chest.

I had to duck down to exit the chamber.

Once I was out, I noticed why.

As I looked to my right, I noticed a lot of Royal Vanguards gathering at the throne room.

No doubt that they had discovered the corpse of their useless king.

But when they noticed me, I dwarfed them.

They only reached halfway to my chest, they were small compare to myself.

I realised that this armour must be enchanted, it was the only explanation why I was this tall.

It also explained how my greatest grandfather was so tall.

Once I finished pondering, I then realised that all the Vanguards were all kneeling before me.

Whispering about me being my greatest grandfather, that he had returned.

I told them that I was not him, but his grandson.

They escort me to the Silver Throne, where they already removed my useless father's body.

As it was not in the throne room.

I stared at the throne, my greatest grandfather's throne and now, it was my throne.

Once I sat on the Silver Throne, I looked down at my subjects and said that'll echo this land forever;

"The war is over! Bring me every leader to my throne room!"

My first order, my first law.

Within weeks, all factions came to Silver City, knowing about the death of my useless father and my return to Silver Throne.

The first to arrive was Queen Lydia of the Kingdom of Gorah, and Sir Zor'Tre of the Knights of Silvon.

As their factions gave me shelter and protection for awhile, I offered them a place by my side as my Left and Right Hands.

Needless to say, they accepted willingly and truthfully.

Cult Endgreed was destroyed by the Mages of Arch-Soultra.

No matter, Archmage Griafal and his mages was offered to be my Royal Battlemages, he was grateful for the offer and accepted with an oath.

These three were my Royal Council, as the other factions' leaders had to swear an oath of allegiance or face execution by my greatest grandfather's blade.

Together, we restored order to my people's homeland, refilled my armies with new bodies and rebuilt our honour and our pride.

With our war over, I began new plans for the nearest future.

I will finish, what my greatest grandfather could not.

I! Will! Conquer! Equestria!

With my council, I began marching my armies west once more.

The Sliver Sea's islands hadn't been effected by the war, thus I didn't need to try and reconquer those sun kissed islands.

I followed carefully on how my greatest grandfather led his armies, and how he'd conquered the many lands lost in his fall.

The first lands to be reclaimed and the race to be reoccupied was the mutts.

Their clans has never recovered from their last invasion by my kind.

And when my armies marched through their lands, those clever enough fled further west.

Those who weren't, they returned back to their rightful rulers.

They returned back under the banner of my greatest grandfather's empire, now MY empire!

What I did not know from my greatest grandfather's conquest was that the mutts' lands were filled with resources.

Iron, gold, coal and many native orbs that could increase the amount of weapons and armours.

So that explains how my greatest grandfather had superior weaponry over his enemies.

With the mutts taken care off, my sight glared over to the south, where the foulest creatures of my greatest grandfather's empire awaited.

I sent my scouts, along with Silvonian knights and Battlemages, to prepare them for any ambushes.

But what I got instead was reports of a doomed empire.

Apparently, this Queen tried to launch a surprise invasion against Equestria and failed miserably.

Her defeat caused her subjects to fall into a deep depression and a food crisis.

Her endless hordes was now limited and dropping fast.

She lost her pride, she lost her subjects' loyalty and most of all;

She lost her will to rule.

Perhaps I don't need to reignite the War of the South like my greatest grandfather before me.

I sent a messager to tell the Changelings' Queen that I'll be arriving to her hive early morrow's morning.

Once I did arrive at her hive, its inhabitants' eyes were filled with fright and fear.

I guess they knew well who they were looking at.

Their Queen wasn't much interesting than their previous one.

She looked thin and hadn't slept in weeks.

She was unfit to rule her people.

To which I made her an offer she couldn't refuse; 

Swear allegiance to me and let me rule over her crippling empire, or be wiped off the face of this world along with half of her subjects.

She was so weak that she gave me her crown and bowed before me.

My greatest grandfather took four years to rule over the Changelings.

It took me that early morning to rule over them, without needing to slain their queen.

Perhaps I'll spare her life and make her my puppet as I continue restoring my greatest grandfather's empire.

I felt power the like of which I never felt before.

To be ruling over my homeland is one thing, but rebuilding my greatest grandfather's empire was another all together.

And yet here I am, emperor of my people and now, emperor of the mutts and bugs.

To think, that if someone told me that I'll be doing this, I would of laughed at the person's face.

When the occupation of the mutts and bugs was completely finished.

I'd assembled a large task force to recapture the snowstorm lands of the north.

From what the history said about that region of the old empire, was that there was no civilisation for my greatest grandfather to conquer, which made an easy conquest.

But from the reports of my task force, was that there was a civilisation!

One born and bred from those rampaging storms, and where its cities surrounded old outposts built during the old empire.

Its inhabitants were as the snowstorms, giant ice bipedal monsters.

Their height was the same as mine.

They're gifted with the powers of the very storms.

And they were more barbaric than the Berserkers of Scar-Orb.

But they were responsible, clever and above all, they were zealous to their faith;

The Crown Deity.

They believed that my greatest grandfather was a god that blessed them with knowledge and built their cities.

Nonsense and foolish, but that was what I needed.

I could of led a full scale invasion into the atronachs' homeland.

But I could have use of them as allies than enemies.

I sent a messager with a very detailed scroll that I wanted to meet their King.

Hopefully I could turn their faith against them, making them believe I was their deity's choose one.

After all, I am the grandson of the emperor that built those outposts in the first place.

The meeting between me and the atronachs' King was a very short one.

Perhaps the shortest diplomatic meeting in history.

The moment I entered the meeting room, the King and even his own guards were overwhelmed.

They had no faces- being made of ice- but their arcana voices held words such as 'the Crown Deity!' and 'I am not worthy!'

I offered the King- King Ragncno- a place in my empire and still allowing him to be the King of his people, in return for his undying allegiance to me and that his armies joins mine.

Ragncno accepted, and the Atronachs of Storm'Roark joined the rising power of my empire.

To think that there was nothing up there for my greatest grandfather.

But for me, there was a race that worshiped him and now follows his 'holy' grandson.

I bet he would of been proud of me.

With mutts, bugs and now atronachs under my banner.

The biggest challenge was next.

I read about The Costly War and how it'd raged for a decade.

The lives lost in that war was unbearable and insufferable.

And yet I knew it must be done.

With an army of my finest- both my kind and the others- I led them to the Dragon Lands.

Knowing full well that this could be the end of my expansion of my empire!

But when arriving at the Dragon Lands, it was quite different from what the history books said about it.

Apparently, the dragons' new Lord- Dragon Lord Ember- broken many transitions for better relationships between her neighbouring nations. 

This caused a lot of civil unrest between the elder dragons and also some of the younger generations.

Especially this 'Garble', who had rallied a lot of support from the eastern lands.

Forming the Dragon Separatists.

Though no war has been declared, tensions between the eastern and western regions has reached high levels of aggression.

Why is it that I don't have to make the same wars as my greatest grandfather?

Was it fate forgiving my people and letting me restore my greatest grandfather's empire?

Perhaps, or perhaps it is me who is now spitting at fate this time.

I met Garble, and we'd chatted a bit.

I offered him and his separatists an alliance with my empire, giving them enough resources to defeat this Ember I keep hearing about. 

Not only that, but also military aid in the coming fight of our truest nemesis.

In return, he shall fight Ember's loyalists, make them weak till I'm done with the Equestrians. And then join my empire as he'll rule the Dragon Lands as the newest Dragon Lord.

Although in secret, he'll have little political power in the Dragon Lands, he'll be just another puppet in my pockets.

To say that he liked the idea of killing two birds with one stone, would be an understatement.

Within weeks, supplies to the separatists were delivered with ease. I gave them enough for them to fight against Ember and I don't want Equestria to know of my incoming arrival.

Garble held his end of the bargain, as he lead skirmishes and raids against dragons loyal to their Lord, though I was a bit puzzled as to why Ember was titled Dragon Lord even though she was a female. She should of been called the Dragon Lady instead, but I don't care for dragon politics.

I have to admit, I didn't expected Grable's separatists to do quite well. I thought they would lose in a short period of time before I had to lead an invasion into the Dragon Lands myself. 

But surprisingly, all of the eastern parts of the Dragon Lands were under the control of the separatists, making my travel to Equestria undetected by Ember's loyalists.

But finally, with two massive armies behind my back, I had arrived at where The Nonsense took place;

The Ponies' old homeland.

I walked onto those lands- still covered in the Restless Winters' snow- and stood where my greatest grandfather stood before heading after the fleeing ponies.

I felt a presence in that pile of dirt that once held a race that ended a powerful empire. A presence of leadership, of conquerors, of family.

As I ordered my finest armies to rest for the night before heading out to add another nation into my empire, I slept for a long time, dreaming nothing.

Before out of the empty void, came a ghostly mist of a humanoid shape.

The ghostly figure became more focused, I could get an image of whoever was coming up to me.

And I shuddered at who it was.

It was the father of my useless father, the conqueror of nations and empires, the first emperor;

My greatest grandfather.

Despite wearing his armour with the enchantment that made me taller than normal, he still dwarfed me as he looked down.

He placed one of his hands on my shoulder, and looked into my eyes and smiled.

"You'd followed the path your father- my son- could not follow" my greatest grandfather said with the voice of gold and yet a voice of a ruler. "You not only saved our subjects from a war that wasn't meant to be, but you also rebuilt their pride, their purpose as you rebuilt my empire from the ashes of my defeat"

I felt pride the like of which no mere mortal will ever feel in their lifetime. To see my greatest grandfather and hear his words, this wasn't a dream, this was a blessing and a vision.

"I am proud to have you wearing my armour and welding my blade" my greatest grandfather went on. "But most of all, I am proud to call you my grandson"

I couldn't help by shad a tear from hearing that.

"Now, complete what I could not, my grandson" my greatest grandfather grinned, showing his white teeth. "Lead your armies into Equestria! Restart the Rising Wrath and the Battle of Equus! Avange those who had fallen in that battle and avange me!"

And that's when I was woken up by one of my scouts, with reports from Equestria.

As I equipped my armour onto myself, the scout told what they found out about Equestria.

Apparently, those mutts that fled from my conquest of their lands, they fled all the way to Equestria and this 'Griffinstone' to find shelter. In their arrival by the thousands, the ponies welcomed them in with open arms. But the higher classes didn't want these mutts in their lands, they had enough trouble with the Griffins as it was. They felt threatened by how many were arriving by the days, claiming that The Conqueror had returned. I found that part funny.

"The princess of the sun wanted to protect her subjects, whilst the princess of the night wanted to treat both pony, griffin and mutt alike as equally important people" the scout told me as I placed my helmet on my head.

"I don't care what these princesses want" I said with the right tone in my throat. "What does King Artemis and Queen Solianna thinks on the matter?"

"My lord?" The scout worriedly said.

"King Artemis and Queen Solianna! What are their thoughts?"

"My lord, King Artemis and Queen Solianna are long gone, the princesses of the sun and night are the one in charge of Equestria"

I frozen from what my scout had said. King Artemis and Queen Solianna are long gone? Impossible, they should be alive, it was only a few decades ago when the Battle of Equus happened, and yet they're gone and now these princesses are ruling Equestria. Time must of flew by, the old empire did rein for decades and fell in four years after my greatest grandfather's death. My subjects' civil war raged for three decades before ending with me as King. But it wasn't like millions of years flow by, and yet here we're are. Somethings wasn't right.

"How long did our civil war lasted, scout?" I asked, I needed to know.

"Hundreds of years my lord" the scout explained. "When we found your father assassinated and you disappearing in the chamber of the emperor, the war went on for hundreds of years. Thank the stars you returned with the armour and blade of our emperor"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was lost in the chamber for hundreds of years? But I was only in there for less than a minute, how is that possible!? My mind was feeling like it was about to snap in half, how is that possible!?

"My lord?" The scout spoke, breaking my mental breakdown inside my brain.

"Uh, so what else have found out then?" I regained my voice.

"I think you'll like this, my lord" the scout chuckled. "You see, the higher classes of ponies protested to stop the mutts from entering in, when the princess of the sun was about to make a deal with the protesters, another group of pony protesters wanted to help the refugees. But because they didn't informed the princesses, it was illegal and the guards forced them to leave"

"Interesting" I said to myself.

"The princess of the night did not like this and wanted the other princess to hear both sides. But the damage was done, a law was passed to stop the mutts and even griffins from entering Equestria. So what happened was the princess of the night tried to overthrown the princess of the sun but fail, causing her to be exile for attempting a coup. But the exiled princess railed support and formed the New Lunar Republic. In retaliation for this, the ruling princess formed the Solar Empire"

"And the two are now fighting themselves I take it?" I asked cockily as I faced him.

The scout nodded his head. I dismissed him by telling him to get everyone ready to move out. I don't believe it, Equestria has its own civil war!? It's too ironic to be true, but it is. I laughed like a madman from this.

The end of Equestria has finally arrived, and my greatest grandfather's death will not be in vain.





I love civil wars.

It shows what area of land in a kingdom sides with, whatever the cause is.

It makes new borderlines within said kingdom, where either loyalists or rebels controls for now till one conquers the other.

But most of all, it shows that not everyone in that kingdom is one hundred percent perfect and living in a utopia, it shows that they're living in the real world now.

For my kind, we know very well how their civil war began.

It was made by an empire that was long thought dead.

That empire was MINE!

There I was, standing on a chariot of silver, being pulled by four Changeling drones.

Watching a perfect view of my next spot of land to conquer.

It already had smokes of war in the distance, some small whilst others huge.

It was a glorious sight to behold.

With a swing of my whip, my chariot turned for me to face my instruments of conquest.

Two massive armies, containing all the species in my empire.

Loyal kinsmen, unorganised mutts, foulest bugs, zealous atronachs, and dragon separatists.

All armoured, all holding weapons and all thirsty for combat.

With a wide smile, I spoken loud and strong;

"My subjects, my warriors, my hammer!" my voice echoed and boomed. "Centuries ago, once stood an army like this, watching down upon their last enemy with no fear and no remorse! Their feet, their paws, their hooves and their claws were the stuff of nightmares! Parents of their enemies would tell their offsprings tales of conquest and war, that was carried out by this grand army!"

The heads of my warriors listened and watched me as went on with my speech;

"But that army's infamous fame couldn't come true without its leader, its general, its emperor. This emperor towered above all souls, this emperor had many titles! Champion of Carnage, Master of War, Bane of Lords to name a few. However, his biggest title of all was Emperor!"

The silence of the armies and the calm of the air was the only response to me. To which I carried on:

"But, like all rulers, that emperor's timeline had to end! And what better way to go, than a battle for the control of the world, of Equus, which took place in the land behind me! It took the full might and strength of two immortal Ailcorns just to have a fair fight against him, to which they had to use their mighty powers to slay him!"

The eyes of the armies glared at me, hearing the words from my throat call out with dignity and honour.

"And his empire fell, one by one, his legacy still impacts the lands he owned! But what was left of that empire...? Just his homeland, torn apart by civil war! Where his once loyal kinsmen fought each other and died from each other, where father killed son, son killed father and brother killed brother. The scars of that war still remains!"

I noticed my kind lowering their heads, remembering the loss of lives in that war. But I went on;

"But yet, that emperor wasn't over yet! His descendants, his bloodline, his grandson picked up the pieces of his empire! He united the emperor's people, he rebuilt his long lost armies and recaptured all of his lost territories! That emperor's grandson brought his kins back on top of the food chain, he brought clans together, he saved a dying people, he brought the very storms of the north under his wings and he allied those loyal to transitions and strength! And yet most of all, he resurrected that emperor's empire!"

A cheer was heard, which erupted claps, hisses, roars and more cheers from within the armies. This boosted myself with pride, as my speech went on:

"So rise up Humans! Listen up Diamond Dogs! Harness your hatred Changelings! Conjure your powers Atronachs! Ready your wings Dragons! For you stand united in the New Sovereign Empire of Mankind! Tonight, the Rising Wrath and the Battle of Equus will have a different victor!"

I raised my blade in the air as my chariot turned to face Equestria once more. I quietly cleared my throat before finishing my speech with final command:

"So forward, my Hammer of War! Tonight, we'll have vengeance!"

Horns blew and my armies bellowed so loud, that it was a shockwave of itself. My warriors charged and flew towards the war torn Equestria. A nation divided as a old threat returns to finish what my greatest grandfather started.

"Tonight" I whispered to myself as my chariot slowly rode towards my nemesis' homeland. "I will conquer Equestria...! I will avange you, grandfather!"