In the age of ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A land of gray crags, archtrees, and everlasting dragons… But then, there was fire… and with fire, came disparity. Heat and cold. Life and death. And of course, light and dark. Then, from the dark they came, and found the souls of lords within the flame. King Sombra the first of the dead; the draconequis Discord and the daughters of chaos; Sol the lord of sunlight, and his faithful knights, and the furtive pony, so easily forgotten. With the strength of lords they challenged the dragons. Sol's mighty bolts peeled apart their stone scales; Discord weaved great firestorms; Sombra unleashed a miasma of death and disease, and Spike the scaleless betrayed his own, and the dragons were no more. Thus began the age of fire, but soon the flames will fade, and only dark will remain. Even now there are only embers, and Ponies see not light, but only endless nights… and among the living are seen carriers of the accursed darksign.