The year is 1130 A.C. The world is in ruins, destroyed at the hands of oppression and governed by the hands of greed. Nothing ever seemed right about this world. I knew from the beginning that something had to be done to fix it. I had to know how much happiness was possible to exist instead of the suffering that infests the land. I had to try and restore it, to try and make everypony happy.
However, doing great things requires great sacrifice.
My name is Chariot, a pony, a slave.
171081 There's some subtleties that I want the reader to find out on their own. But I can tell you that no, they aren't humans.