" 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.*

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Life. Life is what defines us, as ponies. It defines as living and breathing beings, beings worthy of the world set before us. But when our very world is stripped from us and life is taken and brought back as revolting beasts faster than you can blink, what are you to do? Are we to just survive? Hold out as long as we can against the walkers, live off of the dwindling supplies available? Is what Im doing so much different than what ever other pony is doing right now? Am I truly Surviving?

Would you jump from the top of Canterlot Tower, with nothing but the slim hope that there will be something to break your fall so you could avoid being a red paste on the cobbled streets? Well I have, well not exactly me but some pony in a past life, one of my ancestors. Ive experienced every adrenaline filled moment that Celer has been through, the wind in my mane as I leaped from roof top to roof top, avoiding her pursuers. I live by the Creed, just as Celer Novo did, her sprit still lives on in me, one of the last members of the Creed, Faith Wings.

Teen for minor profanity, minor blood, and sexual themes. NO CLOP!