The Great Equestrian War

by mint20

This is it. At last, the moment that all of the Princesses were dreading has come. War has finally reared its ugly head in Equestria. What is worse, Equestria is not ready. However, hope will come in the most unlikely of forms. WARNING: Dark. Reader discretion is advised.

1. Prologue

Prologue

The Great Equestrian War

Hello and welcome. Your reading this means either greatness and triumph or defeat and sorrow for Equestria. If you're reading this, that means one of two things. Either we won and defeated the confederacy of nations aligned against us, or this book was discovered on my body after I died in battle. Maybe both. If you are a Changeling or Griffon, then know that, even though I am most likely dead, I spit on your nation.

In case you do not know who I am, I am Commander Thunder Crasher of the Equestrian Armed Forces. Some Ponies have called me "The Hope of Equestria." I do not like that title. In fact, I do not like any title or hero worship, but some things you just can't stop.

Speaking of things you can't stop, we made a great mistake. We thought that intervening on the Saddle Arabian's behalf could crow the Griffon Empire and the Changeling Hives into ceasing hostilities. Oh, how wrong we were. But more on that later.

You, reader, you hold in your hooves - or wings, or whatever you use - what may be my final work. This is the record of the bloodiest stage of Equestrian history. The words on this page are not written in ink, but in Pony, Griffon, Buffalo, Changeling, Dragon, and Zebra blood. I hope you can learn from our mistakes. That is, after all, why history is studied.