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// Death to the king 
// Story: Equestrian empires 
// by Astra sky 
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A letter from Shining Armor came and said that a siege would occur at 7:34 AM. The stalker team formed a plan in their part. Spike and Shankist could handle themselves. The others would join the allies. Then it happened.

When the walls were passed, the stalkers attacked. Spike and Shankist went their own way. Spike had a big dagger, and Shankist had a mace. They ran to the keep, and surprisingly, the soldiers were there. "So much for stealth," Shankist commented.

They fought their way to the keep. Spike saw alot of ponies die horribly. They were whipped with chains, beaten with maces, stabbed and suffering from swords, and shot with rifles.

Finally, at the top, the king was ready with a sword bigger than any other sword. He had bigger armor, and a white cape that was a yard long. Out of the blank air, a catapault rock hit the side of the keep, and a large group flew over the side, into the middle, and back inside the stairs.

The keep fell, and all Spike could see was the ground. Coming faster and faster. Then a flash of white, and a rest of black. Then he saw the king, trying to get up.

He looked around, and there were rocks, concrete, and dust every where. The survivors were unconscious, or moaning in pain. He quickly got up, and picked up a sword.

The king already had one. They stood still, and Spike had to end it all. He jumped forward, and struck his sword into the king's. They were hitting for a while, until Spike's sword was knocked out of his hand, and he fell on his back with a punch to the face. All he thought of was never seeing his home again.

"So, you were the criminal that cowered in my streets with a knife," the king said.

"I'm not the only one."

"Oh yes, the protesters too."

"There were other criminals with me!"

"It doesn't matter now. This is your end."

Then a sword ran out the king's forehead. Blood and peices of the brain leaked out of the head, and off the sword. When he fell over, Shankist let the sword go. "You survived the war, buddy. You made it."

He and Spike carried eachother to a convoy, and were released in Ponyville. Shankist wasn't a criminal anymore. They were glad to be home.