A normal evening in Ponyville is disrupted when smoke rises from the White Tail Woods. Through the ruins climbs a strange being, burnt and broken, who needs help, and has no idea who he is, and must piece together his memories and return home.

Some ponies, and people, call us freaks, demons, mutants - beings that were never meant to be, all because our fathers and mothers were humans. My life has been Tartarus, or as my father calls it, Hell. This is my story.