"Who's there?"

This was a question seldom heard from the princess of the sun. Despite knowing full well she was asleep, it was still unnerving to feel an unknown presence in her dreamscape.

Just then, a tall, bipedal creature revealed itself to Celestia. She knew about Humans from her pupil's writings about them, as well as her own knowledge. But still the question remained; why was a human inside her dreams?

"Calm yourself, I am not here to hurt you, Celestia." The being uttered.

"So why are you here?" Celestia inquired, despite her anxiety, she had to know what this creature wanted of her

"I am but a messenger," The Human continued, "I am here to speak of what is to come."

Okay, now this was just scary. A 'messenger' speaking of future events, what if what the human said entailed the destruction of her people? Now she absolutely had to know. For the sake of her people if nothing else.

"I'm listening, spirit."

"There will be a time of great distress for you, as well as all that exist. But if you adhere to what is right, and your champions are truly strong, Everyone will survive."

What did this spirit mean by 'great distress'? If she didn't know, she will have failed.

"What sort of distress, messenger? The fate of everyone is at stake!" Celestia asked, if she allowed anything to happen to Equestria and she was unprepared for it, she would never forgive herself.

"A fearful spirit shall enter this nation, you must let him face his tormentors without interloping. The problem will take care of itself, if you allow it."

-July 8, 2016-

Senator Locke sat comfortably at his seat in his tent, Like many of his fellow officials and businessmen, protected from mosquitoes and gnats buzzing around the surrounding forest. This was the Bohemian Grove, where the most powerful men in the world flew to this safe haven in the redwood forests to take a break from their jobs. He walked up to one of the many tables to speak with his friend, General Wesson.

"Hey, Tom!" He calmly greeted.

"Devin, how are you settling in to the grove?" Wesson replied.

Locke wasn't entirely sure how to answer that, it was very unusual to see his power-hungry co-workers chatting like old friends, which usually meant something very illegal was going on.

"Can't complain, how's 51 treating you?" Locke answered. Wesson was apparently asked to oversee a project at the infamous Area 51.

"'Weaving spiders come not here', Devin. Besides, I really don't want to risk dying, these C.I.A guys are tough. 'Classified' this and 'Top Secret' that, you know how it is."

"Whatever you say, Thomas." Locke rolled his eyes.

The next sounds he heard were really out of place in the Grove. The unmistakable sounds of gunfire and the screams of the dying.

"Now, Be honest with me here, Tommy, are these the C.I.A killers you're talking about, because I didn't say anything." Locke nervously joked

Wesson handed him a gun, it looked like a Colt .45, not that Locke knew about weapons

"Can it, Locke. We gotta go!" Wesson ordered.

Locke and Wesson sprinted towards one of the many planes in the makeshift airfield as they shot at attackers, surprisingly killing a few.

Upon reaching a plane, Wesson looked inside the plane while Locke kept watch. Wesson ran out, terrified.

"The plane's rigged with explosives! MOVE NOW!!!"

The plane, along with several others, exploded in a fiery whirlwind. Setting the trees on fire and killing more people. Just then, Locke got an Idea; "There's a river nearby, if we can make it there and hijack one of the boats at one of the docks, we might just make it out of here!" just then. Searing pain blew through his knee and deftly went out the other side. Effectively crippling Locke as he watched Wesson suffer a similar fate.

One of the attackers walked up to Wesson, grabbing him by the shirt collar, this mercenary was really young, roughly a teenager with ash blonde hair.

"You know who we are, General Thomas Wesson?" He asked with a hint of malice in his voice.

"Yes, I do, you're members of the Kahn Militia, you're criminals!"

"Then you know what we want."

"You're insane, Even I'm not sure what is going on over there."

The mercenary shot his old friend in the forehead, killing him instantly. He then pulled up his walkie-talkie.

"Anyone else in this bug-ridden forest who knows about Project Odyssey?"

Locke was smart enough to act dead, as to find out what it is they were trying to accomplish.

"Yes, sir. Meet us by the shrine, we have a hostage here who's telling us everything." The man on the other end responded.

"Good work, Mordecai, on my way." The mercenary walked away, leaving Locke behind, badly wounded, but with a mission on his mind.

-One day later; Reynold, Oregon-

Like many people, Alex Walker sat at his couch, watching the news. The Bohemian Grove Massacre had devastated the nation in one night. Only about 50 people survived out of the 2000 who attended. And one of the survivors just happened to be a senator. The survivor, now in the hospital, is about to deliver a speech to The American People.

"My fellow Americans, it is with a heavy heart that I give this speech. The Kahn Militia expertly planned this attack on the American people. They've crippled the government, the military, and business all in one night. This act shall not go unpunished, as most of the perpetrators were living near the Grove, I hereby demand that the states in the Pacific Northwest call for martial law, any person suspected to be a part of the attack is to be convicted without trial, and imprisoned. I also demand any remaining military leaders to form a Task Force dedicated to killing these murderous crusaders before any other damage is done. The road to recovery will be long and difficult, but if we take these precautions, Justice will soon be served."

Author's Notes:

And here we are, the series has landed!