As dawn came to be, a subtle fog began to thicken. Jeremy held on to his winged Rainbow Dash backpack as he marched onwards towards the park. He knew that what he was doing was dangerous, but it would be worth it. He was after the Unicorns. Allow me to explain: A while ago, Jeremy had moved here and his parents had pressured him to join a club.

He found a club filled with people that shared the same interests as him: the Rainbow Dash club. He made great friends with all the other bronies, both boys and girls. They all knew that they probably shouldn’t be fans of a show meant for 3 year-olds, with them being 15 and all, but they didn’t care. Then, about a week after joining, the Rainbow Dash club mixed with the Fluttershy club. It was like a Pegasi party, with all the Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy fans milling about. Jeremy was having the best time of his life, until one fateful day when the Unicorns attacked. They ran in with their Twilight Sparkle and Rarity apparel and Nerf swords, taking over the special hideout in the forest bordering the park. The Pegasi didn’t think that the Unicorns knew of their base, or if they could find it if they did. But the large and dense forest was not enough to defend the base, so the Pegasi had to run. Now, Jeremy was heading to the park because all of the fallback hideouts had also been taken over by the Unicorns, so the forest was too dangerous to enter anymore. There was a gazebo in the park that the Unicorns had their meetings in now. It was only big enough for the higher ranking Pegasi to sit in, so the rest of the Pegasi had to gather outside. And boy was it a spectacle when 100 something kids ages 13-16 sat around a gazebo, necks craned forwards to hear something.

The park was in view now, meaning that Jeremy was a few yards away from it because the fog had grown so thick. Thankfully for Jeremy, there was a path leading to the gazebo. He followed it until he came upon a large gathering of Pegasi. Even though Jeremy was the newest member of the club, he had seen the most episodes, so he was one of the higher ranking people that got to sit in the gazebo. Other high ranking Pegasi were Jenny (the oldest female member at age 16), Mark (the founder of the club), Keith (oldest male member at a month away from 16), Barry (who was hands-down the smartest Pegasi), and myself (the only non- Pegasi member).

I was and still am a member of the Ponies, a smallish group of fans who like everypony but still associate with a single pony. We tend to be a bit smarter, and we also rival with the Pegasi and Unicorns. We still had one base in the forest, but even that was becoming hard to keep. It has almost been found twice, just in the past month. Since then, fortifications had been made and camouflage had been added. That was our main point of operations, right before random members’ houses, to discuss each episode, do activities, and plan things and stuffs. However, that was not the reason why the current assembly was taking place. The Pegasi were getting desperate for a place to set up shop, so they were preparing for war.

“Alright, are we ready to start?” asked Mark. “I see that all members of the council are present, minus Rose.”
Rose knew more about the background and lore of MLP than all of the other Pegasi.

“Yes, it appears so,” I said. “Caleb? Could you please start recording?”

“Who is Caleb?” asked Mark.

“Oh, he’s our spy. But he’s acting as our scribe right now.” A small kid walked up with a voice recorder, a tripod, and an earpiece. He handed me the earpiece. “Oh! I must have left this behind. Thanks!” I said. Caleb proceeded to set up the tripod in the middle of the gazebo.

“What’s that for?” piped up a voice from the crowd around us. A panting figure walked into the gazebo.

“Rose?” asked Mark.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late,” she replied. “My mom wouldn’t let me go until I finished my chores.”

“Understandable,” I said. “This is to record the meeting to share with the guys back at Pony HQ.”

“I see,” she replied.

“Not for long,” Jenny pointed out. “The fog has been thickening all morning. I can’t even see to the other side of the gazebo anymore.”

“Oh man, you’re right,” I said. “We’d better get started. Ready, Caleb?”

“It’s good to go!” he responded.

“Awesome, let’s get this show on the road. Mark? Please explain to everyone why you called this meeting.”

“Sure. Good idea,” he said. “Well, we’ve needed to tell everyone some things for a while. Important things. Secret things. Things that I wouldn’t dare express out loud in the open. But what is truly open when you can barely see your buddy right next to you? This has become a closed in space, and I am now ready to converse these things with you.

“Pegasi, we are going to war!” A loud wave of conversation broke out. “Quiet!” he yelled above the ruckus.

I spoke up as soon as the chatter died down, “The Ponies have remained neutral for a long while. However, a direct assault on fellow bronies is not chill. I speak on the behalf of the Ponies when I state that we will ally with the Pegasi to reclaim your main fortress. Afterwards, we will conclude the alliance and reclaim our original territory from all who inhabit it, brony or not.” Another uproar spurred up as that was said. “Hear me when I state that we will become enemies soon, but not until that base is captured!”

“It’ll be hard,” said Jeremy. “That fog is staying for a whole season. Probably not this thickness, but it could be less. Or even more.”

“So we watch our shots!” I proclaimed. “Comrades! Grab your airsoft guns and Nerf bows, brandish your foam and plastic tools of war, put on your armor and camo, for we march at dusk!” The crowd cheered, then dissipated. Everyone was taking tiny steps to make sure that they didn’t trip in the ever-thickening fog.