Name: Fireshine
Gender: Male
Race: Unicorn
Faction: Sun and Moon, generally sun
Weapons: various empowering and protecive charms, as well as a transforming staff, able to turn into a zweihander
Strengths: The youngest magister among the spellcasters, for a reason.
Weakness: powerful as the charms are against magic or projectiles, up close they don’t help.
Vice: Pride
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before the disappearance of the Royal Sisters
“Nyeh Nyeh, can’t catch me!”
“no fair! you’re flying!”
“so?”
“I’m not a pegisis!”
“so it’s your dad’s fault?”
“come down here and say that again!”
“hehe, simmer down, shiny.”
“grr, i’ll show you simmer!”
with that last scream a firework-like spark shot from his horn and burnt off her tail.
needless to say that was the last exchange he had with the pegasus filly, or anyone in his hometown as he straight up booked it for the nearest train. being taken to canterlot by it he may have ended up another street kid if he hadn’t stumbled into a magic lab… and promptly melted the metal golem guarding it.
Master: “a pretty impressive amount of firepower young colt… and a pretty impressive amount of damage you caused to my work…”
Fireshine: “I’m sorry…”
“well, there’s no helping it, you’ll be helping me out… if only to make sure this is as much as you burn down here in canterlot.”
that day began his apprenticeship, one in which he excelled, learning quickly to hone his skills immensely, he might have made captain in the royal guard, if he knew when to not run his mouth. the constant success had made him rather prideful, arrogant even.
15 years after the disappearance of the sisters.
“and all reports have been confirmed?”
“there is no doubt sir.”
“then i will take care of this matter personally.”
the town they had talked about was a fairly small hamlet, having decided to throw in their lot with earthborn they had taken the plunge and took the blade to the horns of their unicorn population, and this called for someone to set the record straight again, after all the cantershire mountains belonged to the only real equestria.
he arrived a day later, at the head of a peacekeeping force of the sun faction.
“no proper military of earthborn yet, don’t aim to kill.”
he enters the town, soon enough finding himself greeted with pitchforks and a few rudimentary militia weapons they ususally used against bandits or changelings.
“i have heard intersting things about this town, i came to see wether that was accurate.”
Mayor: “we have declared for earthborn, you magicians can only cause suffering wherever you go!”
“the name of our noble house is not hyperbole, every foal knows this world cannot be without us. YOu have thrived under our protection, is this your gratitude?”
“We will not die under the command of you egotistical Mages!”
“you will pay your dues to the kingdom and the memory of the sisters, and be it in chains… you are under arrest for capital treason.”
this of course kicked loose the fighting, not that it was a battle by any proper terms, the townsfolk had heart… but they had nothing else. Oddly however the soldiers withdrew, leaving fireshine to be surrounded by them. something they could have probably realized, boded ill for them.
the mob cheered at having captured a proper mage, a fitting offer to earthborn who delighted in making a show of executing these sorts. the cheers became screams when red hot chains formed from the ether and enwrapped their legs and necks, scalding their form into flesh forever, on those that could bear that pain anyways.
“having you as citizens was clearly not the right way anyways, you are evidently too dumb to be left to roam free, you’ll work off the debt you made, for as long as it takes… don’t make retirement plans.”
with he pain making them all but unable to hold weapons anymore, the soldiers moved in and the entire population was arrested, the town condemned and burnt as the army left. one does not simply declare independence in the face of the sun’s wrath.