I walked along the sidewalks in my Warriior Brony uniform as I walked to the newest Brony convention. I had all of my Warrior Brony gear and as I walked along, I remembered what I had done with Katniss. I hadn't killed her but instead, she had told all of her forces to stand down.

The last act had brought that terrible war over. As I walked along, I looked to my left and saw the newly planting saplings ringed with many flags of either Tribute or Brony symbols, the markers of those who had died. A total of over 10,000 died, a pretty even division between those who had died on both sides. Turbosky, Solarwolf1, and Winter_injuly were all alive after the battle and we had managed to stay together during the aftermath before we parted our ways.

And as I walked along, I kept that hope that something like this would never happen again, never to have another fandom war that would cause countless people to die.

And with that thought in my mind, I continued on to the convention. I had Brony things to do.

The End...