Grinded Stone sat at the edge of the camp, on the edge of the ruined temple, his blade in it's sheath on his back, the sun was so low in the sky, that the moon was coming up behind him. He pushed off a little bit of age-stained stone from the ruin off the cliff, using his magic to clear off the dust that was hiding under the rock.

The sound of war drums and gears of the weapons of war echoed behind him, he grunted as he felt the tremor of a Willbreaker testing it's weapons in the background. Stone hated the sound. He hated what the Warmongers had become.

After Shielded Hope took the seat of War-Commander, his first act was to change the very structure of the chain of command, resorting back to the battle command chain that was used only when the threat of annihilation demanded that power be given less fairly thorought the ranks. The higher ranked officers were demoted 'temporarily' in order to allow the Commander the power he needed in order to plan everything perfectly without worry of bureaucratic interference. But no threat of true annihilation was at there doorstep, thought the fog advanced, they were safe here, there was no reason for Hope to demand the power go to him other then he wished to rule over them.

Stone huffed, he kept these thoughts to himself, it would not be good for his standing and heath if he began speaking out against their 'trusted leader' his brothers were so infatuated with him he worried that even if they thought him a tyrant, they would not care.

Stone heard somepony faintly call his name, he turned his left ear towards the sound, he was hard of hearing in his right ear, a scar from a battle long ago, it was his greatest weakness, when he slept it was the one time he never heard the sounds of battle, sleeping on his left side left him unable to hear anything.

He stood up and walked back towards the camp, one of his brother-fighters...Red Falls was his name? Whatever it was, Stone stood before him and saluted, another change in the chain, those who agreed with how Hope saw the world had the weird tendency to move up even when their records did not meet the standard needed to advance, moreso then that, Warmongers now had to salute or bow to their higher ups, something that contradicts the very idea of the Warmongers that they are equal in their quest to defeat the foes of their race.

Red Falls spoke with authority "Stone. Your presence has been requested by High-Commander Hope. Report to the Command Tent at once!" Stone wanted nothing more then to punch Red in the face for addressing him without his proper title, but stayed his hoof, as he knew even if he was in the right, Hope would still find some way to make him wrong.

Stone passed through the wooden barricades marking their territory, passing by steel spears in the ground, threating all who passed, as he entered passed the entrence, the sprawling camp greeted him, tents in neat rows were always at the corner of his eyes and he walked through them, he saw Alicorns beaten on each other in sparing circles, going far farther in their beatings then regulations should allow. Nopony was gonna stop them though. They were too busy betting on the outcome.

Stone stopped for a moment as a massive wooden and steel contraction on wheels passed by him, the spikes and Mana Cannon mounted on the back held by two Alicorns who nodded briefly to him as they rolled by, Stone continue fowards, passing the massive construction workplace filled with sparks and swearing as massive weapons platforms on wheels were made and prepared to be used.

Stone passed by with but a glance, as he finally made it to his destination, the wooden cabin used to house the base of operations, where the War-Commander 'oversaw' every action the camp took.

...As in there was a dusty telescope on the second floor by a window that he never used.

Stone entered through the doorway, careful not to make to much noise. Not wanting to bother the Commander. Stone aproched the weary and scowling Hope, who was leaning over some kind of map, looked to be of the local area, but Stone coulden't get a very good look.

Hope turned to Stone, his scowl lessening ever so slightly. "Brother-solder, I am glad my words reached you so quickly."

Stone nodded. "I came at once, what is it you require of me?"

Hope stood tall, his gaze seemingly traveling past Stone, far out into the distance. "Stone...you are about to be given a quest of great importance, the completion of this task will change the fate of the world itself...it will write your name into legend..." Hope spoke, a grave tone slipping into his voice.

Stone stood at attention, eying his commander wearily. "...What task would that be...sir?"

Hope leaned over the map, his wings extended and a dark grin spread across his face.

"Brother Stone...I need you to help me kill a god."

Author's Notes:

DUN DUN DUUUUN!

Short, little chapter to set some things up in the background, don't worry, you still get your normal sized chapter this week!

BYE~

-Silver Haze