The war started because of politics. The war will end because of violence. You will lead your squad to hell, and back, but will you come out too changed? Will the horrors of war change you into somepony you couldn't recognize?

You were taken out of school by your parents about fifteen years ago, and just two years ago they died while you were on an expedition to Carifa. Now, two years later, you've finally made it back home to Ponyville. Much has changed since you were last here, and now you find yourself lost in the place you called home.

You find yourself in Ponyville, with no recollection of who you were, and who you are. Making that discovery is just the first step, though.

Prequel to my other stories:
The Color of Apples
I Would Give to You
Faux Pas of the Heart