History is the winners version of what happened
“Did you ever wonder where Celestia and Luna came from?”

“Of course you have, we all have.”

“Or Discord before them?”

“Ever wonder why no one can answer you than one simple question everypony asks?”

“Many aimlessly and willingly worship both the princesses. For what? Because they are told to do so from birth? And they call me insane.”

“Content with their ignorance of their origins what came before what there was, what the princesses are capable of what they’ve done to get where they are. What they’ve buried.”

“Few know the story. A rogue nation knows, they were killed and were tormented for almost as long as Celestia crowned herself de facto ruler of equestria because they remember. But they still stand broken but alive eager to tell all they remember.”

“Extremists, enemies of the state they call them, infidels, blasphemous. them corrupt politicians in Canterlot. Celestia has everyone of them in her pocket thats why today the equestrians put one fore hoof over they’re mouth and beat them with the other.”

All we know for sure is the victor writes the history if nightmare moon defeated Celestia do you believe Celestia would go down as a hero the one who stood for the people ?

No. we’re here to hear the story of what came before today what came before why the Coltic lands were burned. The rebellions stirred by those that remember.
What came before?
War.
There were 7 of them once. Brothers in blood, been there for each other almost all their lives.
The once were called Revolutionaries before that, assassins before that, Razers but before all of that refugees.
It all happened a life time ago or what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Back then he was called something else when he was the refugee, he was from somewhere else too. All he remembers about them days is the flames, the screams, the smell and the chanting of “Equestrian Bastards!” he remembers being alone, he remembers the survivors leaving for Equestria to a place called Trottingham.
Trottingham where the 1 became 7 and the seven became 6.
Trottingham where the refugees became Razers.
Trottingham where the Razers became assassins.
All history.
The early days he can’t seem to recall there was scavenging, begging and fighting that made him stronger if he remembers he was always strong.
Then they found him, called themselves “Civil Servants” put him in an orphanage with others like him, refugees he can seem to recall the orphanage, place of significance it was near a place no, it was the place it was “Sweet Water.” Sweet Water colt’s orphanage.
A young and angry colt, thrown in with other young and angry colts, easily united by whoever was angriest.
He remembers the ponies that worked there
“Bastards” was what we called them.
They used to teach them, feed them and beat them in no particular order.
He remembers the others about 30 or so the 7 refugees the other street urchins.
Of that 30, 7 would become friends 23 would become expendable.
He remembers now the name they gave him not his own but theirs, on loan to him.
Alpha.
The bastards used to call him Alpha.
He remembers through a blurry haze.
It was a routine day that Sweet Water in the schoolhouse with the 30 or so colts.
No one daring to utter a word. The Schoolhouse Alpha reasoned out to be the most terrifyingly dull place in the cosmos dull because the building and all the furnishes in the fucking place were made from wood not just any old wood but the greyest shade of grey he has ever seen and terrifying because if your were caught doing anything besides being enthralled with the beige bullshit falling from the bitch mare teachers mouth you’d get a whack of that grey wood across your cheek.
Sometimes if she was in the mood she’ll buck you while you were down.
The teacher whose name eludes him but he’ll call her Miss wood-you-kindly.
Miss wood-you-kindly was sprawling the usual bullshit out about how we all don’t realise how lucky we are how we should be thankful.
Some idiot pony in the back made a critical error Alpha remembers fearing for his own life aswell as that idiot colts’ his mistake was he yawned, loudly. Miss wood-you-kindly gave him a death stare whatever was coming it was going to suck.
The unicorn teacher suddenly had a light glow around her horn and before you could say mercy a 2 foot tall table leg flew right at the colts forehead splintering on impact blood and splinters everywhere. She hit right above the eye busting open his eyebrow wood jammed into the open wound being encased by the colts warm bright red blood.
Alpha remembers the colt falling out of the chair unconscious he remembers the Teacher only getting angry at this and proceeding to tell Alpha to quote “get that ungrateful colt of a whore to the infirmary!” he remembers throwing his limp hoof around his shoulder and he remembers the look on miss wood-you-kindly’s face *Satisfaction*
No wonder someone slit her throat. He remembers dropping the colt on the hard infirmary beds he remembers him coming through and now he remembers his face a Pegasus colt blank flank with a light blue coat purple mane and green eyes.
He remembers the colt speaking to him “I don’t care anymore.” This was Alpha’s first experience with the true nature of ponies all you got to do is break them and they’re yours nopony wants a broken toy but he’ll take it.
He remembers his reply “You should.” He remembers how he gained his friend by answering his next question “Why?”
“Because, we’re going to burn our way out of here friend.” He remembers smiling down at the injured colt and he remembers him smiling back. “My name is Jet well they call me Soarin, whats yours?”
He knew his name everypony knew everypony’s name there was 30 of us he cant remember how long he was there before his first conversation it felt like a month or maybe a drawn out week he cant remember. He remembers ignoring the colts question and instead walk towards the door and said to his new friend “You’ll know when you need to know and not a second sooner, but until then count yourself a friend better off and call me Alpha.” Jet lay his head on the hard pillow and closed his sad eyes.
Alpha made a friend. Or he would be a friend really soon.
But thinking back he realised something a truth, he is only 1 pony.
1+1=2 but 1-1=0 indisputable fact of the universe, if you have some pony that makes you complete you are twice the pony but if you lose that pony your nothing. Or maybe have nothing to lose.

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