You know something funny about civilization? It almost never appears from peaceful terms. Sometimes, a new civilization would rise from the ruins of a previous one. Especially, if the previous civilization had engaged in aggressive behavior towards the new rival nation that threatened its ways in some form.
Unfortunately, that little shameful memory can damage the reputation of the new leaders. To save face, they would rewrite specific events in the past to where it would best suit their image. Perhaps, this where the phrase "History is written by the victors" came from. This has occurred countless times, since civilization first began on Earth. Though, that doesn't mean that it is an acceptable practice for some people.
Before the new era began, people were already not pleased with the way their ancient ancestors were treated in times when nations where conquered by foreigners. They would shake their heads at the images of the native inhabitants being wiped out and replaced by outsiders who knew nothing of this new world they discovered. Oh well, those days were long gone. There was no need to worry about it happening to them, right?
After all, it was a time of peace and acceptance. A time where people were more accepting and loving to their fellow people than ever before. The days of conquering and discrimination were a thing of the past and people could stay close to each other without shame, fear, hatred, or alienation. Yes, many agreed it was indeed a wonderful time in Earth's history.
Yet, it seems that some people don't go by those morals. What they remembered, before everything changed, was the winged unicorns. They were ethereal, beautiful, and fair. Their relationship with these creatures started of surprisingly peacefully, if a little awkward and tense, but only because they were so alien to them; It was only natural to be weary. Yet, over time, the tensions calmed as they better understood the winged unicorns.
They eventually became eager to learn of their abilities, so they sent their best and brightest to study the strange power the winged unicorns possessed. Magic, a phenomenon once thought fictional and even childish, turned out to be very real.... and it was beautiful. The winged unicorns were more than generous enough to teach them how their magic functioned and how they could use it for their own purposes, creating a new age of development and progress unlike any other seen before; an era of magic and technology. Truly, it was the most wondrous time on Earth, but they weren't alone.
To everyone's surprise, the winged unicorns were only one of many weird and wonderful creatures to appear on Earth. It's unknown where they came from or even how they came to be in the first place, like the winged unicorns, but they knew that some were willing to join civilization. The others, however, left to roam the outside world in solitude and secrecy, sticking o their own kind. Despite these new changes, civilization continued to remain untouched. That is, until the Day of Treachery.
No one knows why they did it, how it happened, or even what happened. All they know is that it was unforgivable. It was vile, cunning, ruthless, and cruel. They did NOT deserve such a fate; but no matter. That's because they have already found a way to pay the winged unicorns back.
{Equestrian, Present Day; Sometime before dawn}
The night sky was at its peak. The stars and constellations illuminated the bluish black void above while the ground remained only partly visible one's eyes. While the creatures of the day sleep, the creatures of the night wake. Fireflies, bats, frogs, and others all roam the land in their mysteries ways. Yet, one creature stands out from the others tonight.
It laid there, peacefully, on the mossy branch of a large tree, albeit with some discomfort. The jagged bark stung into its back, but it didn't care. A fire burned proudly within itself. It was on a mission. Probably the greatest in its entire life.
Finally, the creature decided that it had rested long enough and rose up. As it was sitting on the branch, it took a long look at the wilderness before him. It was primal, free, and untouched, just as he remembered. He would be lying if he said that wasn't hesitant. He knew all too well that the wild is a dangerous place, especially at night.
But, he had no choice. The wilderness was what stood between him and his goal. With a deep breath, he jumped off the branch and landed with a small grunt from the sudden pressure on his legs. He then walked towards the forest with his confidence slowly growing. As dangerous as it was, and arguably idiotic, the darkness would make it easier for him to hide from his enemies.
As he moved the dense vegetation out of his way, he saw a pair of his own people, one male and one female, sitting around a campfire at the opposite side of each other with stern looks on their faces. He instantly recognized the pair as his own team that he was tasked into leading for the mission. They were the best in the ranks, and they were more than willing to carry out their task to make things right. "To right all wrongs" was their motto; it inspired hope and a sense of justice to their soldiers.
He looked at the pair before him as they returned a determined gaze to him. That was all he needed to see. He could see the fire he had in their eyes. They were ready to right all the wrongs they had suffered. He was even starting to feel like they should just head straight to their destination and make their move right then and there!
But, he had to remember that he was on a mission for his home and his people. So, with clenched fists, he was already making plans for his next move. If he could arrive to his destination within the week, he will be able to make his move on time. By then, his voice will not be ignored. All of their voices won't be ignored.