Years…
It's been years since she'd seen a world alive. A world with green grass and growing trees, a world that one would enjoy living in: A world…unlike this.
"This wasn't the answer we were hoping for. But it has happened." Deep and hissing, a voice told. "My esteemed." she continued. "I hope that to bring unity to this land, we must convert the world to look the same. There will be no more judgment, no more racism, no more hatred. We, the true and pure, look out beyond these streets to a blue sky. We look down upon the fields, green and growing…changing. Today, we will strip these colors from the world and deem them unfit to exist!"
The crowd she addressed, all of whom were white, black, and all greys, roared in agreement. The thickening clouds that made the city around them, as well as the streets and the entirety of what it has become now, darkened as all clouds do when filled with liquid. But there was no water; there was only the colorless blood that she demanded for her plan.
"As I give you my speech, the city is darkening with your, my firm believers, sacrifice. You spill your own blood in the name of ritual, sport, and loyalty: All to see this world cleansed. In moments, Cloudsdale will swell to its limit and rain down the conversion of this world in torrents." The mare paused and the crowd again roared their support.
"Although those who've abandoned this truthful path, seeking help to stop us, are many related to each of you, they are no longer your family. Grey Sisters, abandon your brothers outside our walls! Grey Brothers, abandon your mothers outside our walls! Grey Matriarchs, disown the children outside our walls! They will be brought back into our fold reborn! All of our family is one; we are united not only in appearance, but ideology! We want a united world, yes?"
The crowd erupted in approval.
"We want our recognition, yes?"
Approval again.
"We…want…our war!" She said, emphasizing.
"Grey! Grey! Grey! Grey!" The crowd shouted many times over.
"Then let it be clear who our enemy is: The Princess of the Sun, the one whose mane is all that we detest and who's Sun gives light to the color. Our former master Celestia! She who drives the engine of disruption, the very infernal machine she calls Equestria! A filthy land where all color resides, all coats are welcome, allowing for division and unrest; the very thing that we will bring to a close!"
"Grey! Grey! Grey! Grey!" The crowd still shouted. It began to rain a think, colorless liquid. The Mare in Grey stepped from the platform and into the oncoming storm that she had brought.