Part 1 of "The Astral Chronicle"

Honesty.
Kindness.
Laughter.
Loyalty.
Generosity.

All of these mean little to nothing in these dark times.

My name is Page Turner, and after fifteen years of forced slumber, I have awoken to a world in darkness. The princesses have completely dissapeared, and in their absense they have left nothing but pain, suffering, bloodshead, and war. Equestria has been divided into warring fuedal ctiy/states controlled by one of five houses, each one lead by one of the Elements of harmony. No longer friends, these ponies would slit each other's throats without doing so much as blinking.
And even though I'd been thrown into this conflict with a group of refugees, deserters, merchenaries, and who-knows-what-else who plan to "reunite" Equestria, I still had no idea what my place in this whole conflict is.

But something stirs beneath the surface of this world, something dark. Little did anypony, including me, know at that time, this world was about to be shown the true meaning of "Tartarus-on-Equestria".

"A house divided against itself cannot stand."