Once upon a time, in a mystical land known as Equestria, tragedy struck. There were once two rulers, until one was overcome by the jealousy of her sister. She was banished, and thought evil by the country. Her son, Prince Moonlit Trot, went into hiding. Until tragedy once again befell the Kingdom of Equestria. Celestia herself was kidnapped. In a letter pertaining to the ransom, a place and time of meeting was proposed…
The wind streaked across the Barrens, clouds of dust flying over the land. In the inhospitable place sat an army, an army of creatures. Bi-pedal creatures called Owslanders. Ahead of the army sat a creature that resembled that of a cat, the general. The army faced the rising sun.
Through the sun, 3 equine figures were approaching. The army stood at attention as the figures slowly drew near. As they neared the shapes of the three equines came into more clarity, the one in front was a pony, a stallion clad in a duster with a cowpony’s hat pulled over his eyes. On either side stood white equines with black stripes streaking their bodies. One a mare and one a stallion. Zebras. They wore nothing other than bandanas to keep the sand out of their muzzles. The General showed a sliver of surprise at the fact the ambassador of Equestria was walking with not one, but two zebras.
“Ah, so you must be Prince Moonlit Trot, I presume?” The General gave a malicious smile. As far as he was aware, this Prince was the only ruler of Equestria. “How delighted I am to finally make your acquaintance.” The galaxy blue eyes of the Prince turned from the sand to the eyes of the General. The General expected emotions, anger, resentment. Even anxiety or fear. He didn’t expect the cold stare he got in turn. Both zebras showed equally stern glares. Though they were roaming the army of Owslanders and not focused on the General’s eyes.
“The Feeling. It’s not mutual. I shall cut to the chase as to not waste time. I want Celestia. You want money. We brought the money. You give us the Princess.” Off of the stallion’s back slid a case. The Prince took it and sat it down infront of him, popping it open to reveal that it’s full of pure gold bits. Over 20,000,000 in value. This made the General smile.
“You must of known that it wasn’t going to be this easy, Prince Trot. It is respectable of you to hold out your side of the deal. How ever.. You are now the leader of Equestria. What ever is stopping me from killing you and your stripped friends and walking right into Canterlot. Even with a bribe of 20 Million. In gold.” The General chuckles. Moonlit’s eyes roamed over the general, coming to rest on the sword mounted on his hip. To the eyes of the Owslanders, these stupid ponies came unarmed.
“Nothing is stopping you. Besides me and my friends. These are Zane, and Zen. They’re siblings. They’re also my personal guard. The entirety of the Royal Guard offered to come with me to this meeting. Don’t make me show you why I turned down the offer.” That made the General laugh more, he could of brought an army and decided to bring two damned stripes? How silly, The General thought. Taking over Equestria will be easier than he even anticipated!
“I admit, Prince Trot, you have balls. Balls of Iron i’d even say. But they won’t save you and they won’t stop this little conquer. I’ll spare the lives of one of your Guards. But you have to choose which one.” The General gave a ballsy smile. Moonlit glanced to the stallion, Zen, who shook his head gently. Then to the mare, Zane. Who also shook her head with an equal amount of subtlety. He returned his gaze to the General.
“No deal. But, i’m offering to make an alternative.” The General’s eyebrow raised and a smile grew on his face. A smile that told Moonlit to share. “How about you shove it.” The duster flew up as a jet black wing flew out of it, a switchblade like system activating as the chrome blade of Starmetal is stained with blood as it is thrusted through the General’s abdomen. Shock grew on his face and it took moments for the army to even notice, yet they could do nothing but stare in shock.
“B-bu-but… Th-that’s impossible..” The General grunted out as he stared at the hat that covered the stallion’s eyes. When the stallion met the General’s gaze the anger was finally prevalent. “A-all of my… All of my reports said y-you were an Earthpony… N-no wings.. N-no magic.. J-just a boring old e-earthpony…” The General fell to his knees, still clutching the blade near his wound. He whimpered a bit as Prince Moonlit Trot dragged the blade out.
“I never take off my jacket.” The General fell onto his side, bleeding out in the sand. He looked up as the Prince of the Night stepped over him. “We’re going to go get our Princess back.” The General didn’t have enough strength to move but he could hear the combat behind him. Darkness slowly over took his vision as he felt tired. His last breath caught in his throat as his vision went dark and his life dissipated.