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// Story: We Are Born From The Mist 
// by NeverEatTheLemonsAlone 
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Many ages ago, before the three Tribes were united and such things became less necessary, the greatest military force in the world was the pegasi. While the unicorns had their magic, enough to raise the sun and moon, and the earth ponies had strength enough to kill with their bare hooves, the ponies of the air preferred the weapons of steel; spears, swords and bows to cut and pierce those who dared lift a hoof against the mighty Nimbus Army. They were revered when the Tribes allied against a common foe. They were respected when the Tribes lived in balance. When the tribes went to war, they were feared. No matter what state the Tribes were in, though, the sovereign state of Nimbus Ring held firm.

At the head of the Nimbus Army stood the five Valkyries. Proud in battle, fierce and strong, they answered to nothing and nopony but the King himself. Once Equestria was formed, of course, the army was dissolved into nothingness and the Valkyries dispersed into the ponies, lifting their spears to the sky and hoping for peace.

All, that is, save one.

The eldest Valkyrie was not so quick to give up everything she had achieved, all the honor she had won. She refused to accept the friendship of the earth ponies and unicorns Instead of settling to life, she slew the old King and usurped control of the flying fortress of the Nimbus Ring, taking it far out of Equestria’s airspace and into lands that only myths know of. The rest of the Valkyries mourned her betrayal and the loss of her company, then moved on.

Again, all save one.

The youngest of the Valkyries, a mare named Hurricane, would not so easily let her comrade-in-arms vanish after all they had been through together. So, gathering her now-rusted spear and donning her faded combat armor, she left in the night, following the path of the Nimbus Ring, far into the north.

This is her story.