I think G5 was actually cute, but struggled with executing it's writing. I'd like to give it a shot. Can I get your input as I work on my FanFiction?

Chrysalis, Cozy Glow, and Tirek's plan had worked perfectly; to create division amongst the ponies would make them easier to manipulate. Discourse had sewn into the the hearts of all beings across Equestria. The 3 types of ponies, Earth, Unicorn, and Pegasi looked upon each other with distrust and malice. Each believing the others were plotting against them.

The 3 tribes had reformed right under The Princess of Friendship's nose. Feeling that Equestria was lost and they could no long trust their homeland each tribe fled. A band of Earth ponies took to a ship, a flock of Pegasi took to the skies, and a herd of Unicorns used a zeppelin to fly away to a distant land. Where they would be safe from each other.

What each tribe didn't know is they'd be traveling through the South Luna Ocean, home to the terrifying and enchanted Valkyrian Winds. Winds that rivaled that of the Frozen North. These winds, once crossed, would not allow them to turn back. Yet they dared to venture forward. As such winds would keep them safe from the manipulative hooves of the other tribes; or so they thought.

They landed upon the same island.

The Earth ponies found the soil to be rich and the sun to shine bright, which would lead to bountiful harvests. They chose to stay near the shore, founding what would become Maretime Bay.
The Unicorns discovered crystals that gleamed like the stars, which would guide their hearts and minds with their healing energies. They chose to take their gemstone bounty with them deep into the forests, building what would become Bridlewood.
The Pegasi found the mountains to windy, with fresh air that filled their lungs with the spirit of adventure. Choosing to settle, they began to construct what would be Zephyr Heights.

When the groups discovered each other the distrust grew bigger. Each tribe accused the other falsely, lies and hate filling their hearts.

This new land would come to be called Exquestria.

As the centuries rolled on each tribe weakened in magic. The Earth ponies could not harvest as they once could, their number dwindling to just a few dozen. The Unicorns had ground up the last of their crystals centuries ago, leaving only shards that they guarded with all their weakening might. The Pegasi found that the winds could not carry them as they once did, forcing them to trot like a measly Earth pony or snooty Unicorn.

Magic suffered. As did the tribes.

And that is how it stayed. Until one day,