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// Epilogue 
// Story: MLP: Friendship is Meatbags 
// by mooneyboys 
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Epilogue

The following day the casualty reports came in.

The Equestrians suffered roughly a couple thousand losses. No more than 3,000. Most of those casualties came from quote on quote “Friendly fire. It’s not my fault that you ponies have a similar build to griffons” as said by the droid that is now known entirely by a world.

The griffons got the worst of it as expected. With the death of their king and the loss of several dozen thousand griffons, the newly field promoted heir to the throne immediately surrendered. Celestia, taking extreme pity and mercy, accepted the surrender, much to HK-47’s disappointment. Secretly though, Celestia was glad that the one sided war is, as short as it was, over.

Fairly soon after, the new king of the griffons is making peace arrangements and setting up trade routes with their bordering neighbors; the changelings and the zebras. The griffons have taken up the most pity on the changelings as they set up twice as many trade routes with them than their pony-like friends.

Within said year the desert land that the changelings call home is grown into a lush paradise-like land. The dead grass has become a lush fresh happy equestrian green. The rocks replaced with trees of every variety. The sun, once a sign of death and dread, is now a sign of prosperity, warmth, and happiness to the changelings. The entire place looks like if the Everfree forest if ponies took care of it instead of it taking care of itself.

During that entire year the zebras starting allowing foreigners that were not political figures into their lands. Many ponies, griffons, and even some changelings flocked to the strange exotic world that their black and white striped neighbors familiarize themselves with. Some wrote books about the place and almost every single one became best sellers. Others took pictures and those that came back to Equestria early got their pictures into big time newspapers. Most just took home souvenirs that they show off to their friends and family and go onto a shelf to collect dust.

Overseeing this world wide recovery program is the three princesses (Cadence was busy with her own country to rule to offer any help) and Discord to a lesser extent.  The royal sisters helped the neighboring countries (especially the griffons but they didn’t like their help much) in their war of politics while Twilight Sparkle is building a national monument for the one week war’s final and only battleground. It is meant to remember any and every fallen changeling, zebra, pony, and griffon that fell during this war. Discord was off doing his own thing the entire time. Sometimes he offered help and 50/50 they end up either helping or wasting a lot of time.

But before any of this was started there was one being that didn’t participate. One single sentient machine. It had a job to do given to it by its master. So it did as it was told and walked up to the bitter colds of the Northern Equestrian Border. A place where temperatures get cold enough to freeze the hottest metals of the galaxy. A place where even a Lightsaber would have trouble keeping up its strength in the blistering cold.

HK was sent to destroy something. The something not named, only that it will know it when it sees it. The droid will not stop unless told otherwise, its mission is complete, or it dies trying. And it will be damned if it dies trying.

To this day no one has seen the droid. Some say former King Sombra has taken the droid. Others say it was frozen in the tundra. Or that it suddenly decided to go AWOL. Whatever the case it escaped the public’s eyes and eventually their mind. More than likely it will come out when Equestria needs it most. But no one knows for its final fate is never known.