"No time for goodbye," he said as he faded away. "Don't put your life in someone's hands; they're bound to steal it away. Don't hide your mistakes, 'cause they'll find you, burn you."
A war has come to Equestria, one that instituted a draft long thought abolished. Now, what few citizens of Ponyville remain can only wait for news in the form of letters, letters from their loved ones. Because no news is worse than you might think.
A new threat has arrived in Equestria, but the Elements are retired and only a few bearers even remain. Then again, is a rude and inconsiderate being nopony has seen before really considered a threat?
When peace limits innovation, when necessity is hindered, can one still create? Does knowing how something works mean something can be made, or is there a need that drives it all? One stallion will find that out.
My name is Davenport, the owner of Quills and Sofas, and my world changed on a Wednesday. Can you imagine? Out of all the days, destiny picked that one. Almost like it's mocking me.