My name is Havoc, or that's what I am called now. I used to be a human like you, but then a vengeful goddess turned me into a draconequus minor and sent me to Equestria. "What is a draconequus minor?" you might ask. Well, it's a mortal and weaker version of a real draconequus, like a pony to an alicorn, or a demigod to a god.
Most of my memories of my human life have faded away, even my own name. Equis, the world in which Equestria is only a nation, is not the peaceful utopia I expected. Ponies share this world with bloodthirsty beasts and evil creatures, and I am one of the worst now.
I can feel what's left of my sanity slipping away, so I am telling myself, and anyone who might listen out there, everything I can remember in hopes that doing so will hold back the madness.
[This story's setting is based on the Chess Game of the Gods universe, but it is non-canon so it won't follow the main storyline.
Thanks to Komodo23 for the awesome cover art and to Reaper1543 for proofreading this piece of garbage.]