Dancy Prancer

Hatching an egg would have been a tricky thing. We didn’t have the science at the time. Maybe we still don’t, I don’t know. It probably would have involved a lot of trial and error. Hatchlings not coming out dead or mutated. But they only would have needed one. At least a male. The dragon monarchy passes through male heirs. They probably would have kept trying to incubate and hatch them until they got a male.
Once hatched, they wouldn’t have needed the rest. Baby dragons are notoriously indestructible, despite their size. Having extra eggs around would have been a liability. If they were recaptured by dragons, Equestria’s bargaining chip would be lost. The Crown probably destroyed the rest of the eggs.
As for the little prince? He must be around Equestria. Celestia probably wouldn’t keep him in court, except for certain royal duties like parading him in front of the dragon ambassador. No, keeping in him Canterlot would just be asking for a kidnapping. She’s probably got him in some Equestrian backwater. Probably under the supervision of one of her non-political stooges.

Sweet Leaves

After the treaty was signed, all I wanted to do was get my discharge papers and get on with my life. It was tough. My hometown was destroyed. My family was all dead. I went to college in Canterlot. The veterans’ benefits were pretty good, considering how the economy was for awhile. I got my degree. I met my wife. We had foals. And we just kind of moved on. It’s like there were two parts of my life. There’s the part from before the war. And the part from after the war. The middle is just a nightmare.

I still get nightmares. Nightmares about combat. Nightmares about dragon slamming. Nightmares about those civilians we were talking about earlier. I don’t know what I would have done if I had been in those units “liberating” those civilians. I’d like to think I’d have done better than they did. I probably wouldn’t have. Done anything different that is. We were all pretty much the same. I don’t think those civilians deserved what they got. But there’s a part of me that thinks they got exactly what they were asking for.

I don’t know. I guess I’m just glad I wasn’t a part of that. I’d rather live with these questions than live with that memory.

Field Marshall Stormy Winds

To be honest, I was forced into retirement. I suppose part of it was my own fault. I was commander and chief of all the armies of Equestria. I only took orders from Princess Celestia herself. At least on paper. And yet the war had been pulled out from underneath me. It was won by the seneschal and his pet project I was never even informed about. I didn’t mind the secrecy. But after the war I wanted in. I suppose I made too much of a ruckus. A couple of months after the treaty they were parading me through Canterlot. The great war hero retiring with honors and flying colors. I smiled and waved and everything.

Tried to get into politics. Ha! They made me a war hero, so then naturally they were afraid of what I could become, politically, in the eyes of the ponies. I never should have bothered. Same people that drummed me out of the service were the same politicians that pulled all the strings.

Oh, well. That’s all water under the bridge. I’ve accepted it. And in fact I quite enjoy my retirement. Isn’t that right, dear? (the old warhorse kisses his wife and they exchange pleasantries)

Peachy Pear

I can remember crying. I’ve never told anybody about that, especially my men. It was after my second suicide run on a dragon. It was a colossal failure. I just sat in the mud and wept. I had to get it all out. I was ready to die for my country, and I couldn’t even do that. All my friends, all my family, they were all dead. Why couldn’t I die too?

Shit. Then I picked myself back up. Got myself together. I was ready to try for another suicide run when they transferred me out of the DEs. Stuck a trench horn on my head and had me fighting in the regulars. I got promoted. Then again.

Before I knew it, the war is over. I’m about to get discharged, but the LT in my unit asks me if I want to stay. He says I’d make a hell of sergeant. I told him sure, I had nothing better to do with myself. And after that it was a life in the Army for me.

Angel “Devil” Breeze

Your standard tour was 30 combat missions. That’s not necessarily dragon swarms. It could be anything under combat conditions. Recon, weather control, that sort of thing. The swarms were the worst though. If you survived four of them, at least ones that ended in a confirmed kill, they made you an ace. If you survived eight, they made you a top ace.

I had eleven confirmed kills. That was in my first tour. I reenlisted for another tour. Then another. I was just starting my fourth tour when the war ended.

I’m not trying to brag, just explain the numbers. You see, the reason there are a few top aces, such as myself, with these huge, unrealistic kill numbers is because it’s a tough learning curve. If you can survive eight swarms, you’re good. You’re better than the dragons. The ones killed in combat? Rookies. All rookies. It wasn’t fair, the rookies having such a shorter lifespan than us. Sometimes I lie awake at night thinking it should have been the other way around.

“Goldie”

They must still be out there. Right? My foals? They couldn’t have all been killed in the war. At least not the fillies, they wouldn’t have fought. They’d be mares now I suppose. I wonder where they are. Probably living in some small town like the one where I grew up. They’ve probably got nice careers and lives of their own. But without their mom. I wonder if they think about me. I wonder if they can remember me. I hope they’re doing OK.

Thunder Charge

You know, the purpose of war isn’t to die for your country. It’s to make the snakes die for theirs. (laughs) Am I right, Doc? (laughs)

Princess Celestia

How do you address rumors that the Crown has hatched a royal heir, and there is now a young dragon prince being held as a hostage somewhere in Equestria?

This interview is over. (Celestia and her press secretary teleport from the garden grounds. I am escorted away from the palace by the guards.)